Gentle at first

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Crossing Over the Line
by kelmag©
The telephone directions led me to a nice, gated condo complex in the upscale village of La Jolla, a beach community adjoining San Diego. Another phone call at the entrance yielded the gate entry code, her condo number and more directions. I drove into the complex, past the clubhouse and pool, along narrow, winding roads shaded by the abundant trees. It was a clear, brilliant day; the sun almost directly overhead at 1 P.M.. I slowed as I approached her building, one of many identical, vaguely Spanish style stucco and red-roofed structures in the complex.

It had started two weeks earlier when I came across her name while perusing a web site called "The Erotic Review," a site that provides information, including client reviews, of those who offer adult services in every major city of the country. Her name was Katherine and she had received consistently high marks and rave reviews. The link to her web page led me to several striking photographs of her. Tall and slim, she had the figure of a Victoria's Secret underwear model, full lips, dark brown eyes, blonde hair and a very nice smile.

Her web page described her as a Latina, in her mid 20's, five foot - eight and 120 lbs.; and emphasized how easy going and friendly she was. Katherine was about giving pleasure, her web page said, without attitude or agenda. She offered a true "GFE," or Girl Friend Experience in the lingo of the trade. Her reviews bore out the truth of her web ad. One after the other raved about her skills, passion and desire to please.

It took me a while to gather up the courage to write to her. I described myself accurately as a middle aged white guy, six feet tall, about one hundred and seventy pounds, with hazel eyes and sandy, light brown hair. I wrote truthfully that I had never had any experience with the type of services she provided, but I had often fantasized about it and the fantasies had become more frequent and urgent of late.

I explained that I was no novice when it came to obtaining services from a provider. As a sexual submissive I had visited professional dommes several times in the last few years. My favorite activities were strap-on play, light bondage - including CB bondage and intimate body worship. I had found a great domme in San Diego and saw her fairly regularly; whenever the urge became so insistent that it could no longer be ignored. I enjoyed those visits immensely, but of late there seemed to be something missing from the play; something that I had a powerful urge to experience, at least once. I thought Katherine was just the right person to provide me with that special experience.

I found a parking spot near her building entrance and then took a couple of deep breaths before shutting off the engine. I was a few minutes early so I closed my eyes, took several more deep breaths and tried to focus my mind on the decision I had made. Even as I sat there, I did not know whether I would, or could, fully go through with it. Having never had that kind of experience before, I did not know for sure how I would react when the moment of truth came. I reaffirmed though two promises I had made to myself before setting out for Katherine's place that afternoon. First, I would not do anything unsafe. And second, I would leave myself open to the experience and simply follow my feelings at the moment, without making arbitrary, moralizing judgments. It sounded right in my mind, but it did little to calm my extreme nervousness.

My hand shook as I exited the car, went to the trunk and transferred the bottle of chilled Champagne into the gym bag I had brought which already contained several items I thought would be useful for the session. I had told Katherine that I would be very nervous and would bring a bottle of wine - thinking a little conversation over a glass of wine at the outset would help settle me down a bit and get me to relax. I figured Champagne was appropriate since it was often used to mark special occasions - and this was certainly going to be a special occasion for me.

I found the door and knocked twice. I heard the sound of footsteps, a short pause as she eyed through the peep hole and then the click of the door lock being opened. The door opened just a crack and a pair of dark brown eyes peered out in the narrow space.

"Come in," she said in a whispered, little girl's voice, as the door swung open.

"Thanks," I said as I stepped into the condo apartment.

She closed the door quickly behind me and bolted the lock. She came back around in front of me, a vision of loveliness in a tight, figure hugging tank top, short skirt, black stockings and heels. She had changed her hair color - it was no longer blonde. It was now a dark brunette. Falling in soft waves below her shoulders, it looked more natural than the blonde color in her pictures.

She was tall and slim - in her high heels, perhaps just an inch or so shorter than my six foot height. Her arms were long and very thin; her hands quite delicate looking with long, well-manicured finger nails - colored a dark pink, matching the shade of her full lips, as best I could make out in the dim light. Katherine's legs although slim were very shapely, their length accentuated by the short skirt and high heels. The only feature of hers that was not slim was her bust which was large and almost perfectly rounded; her substantial cleavage clearly visible from her tight, low cut top.

She stepped up close and put her arms around me; then kissed me on the side of my neck as she murmured, "welcome Kelly."

"Tha . . . Thanks Katherine," I stammered, senses suddenly overwhelmed by the warmth of her body, the softness of her touch, her gentle voice and the scent of her perfume.

"Please come over here and sit down," she said softly, leading me by the hand to the couch in her living room, just inside of her entry foyer. The room was dimly lit by a single, small table lamp opposite the couch; the vertical blinds closed against the bright afternoon sun.

I put my gym bag down on the glass coffee table as she lead me around it to the corner seat of the couch. I sank down into the softness of the couch's seat and back as I sat, Katherine still holding my hand.

"Can I get you something to drink Kelly?"

"I . . . I brought some wine, . . . some Champagne actually. Please have a glass with me," I said as I leaned over the coffee table, retrieved my gym bag, opened it and took out the chilled bottle.

"I'd love to," she said, taking the bottle from me and then disappearing into the kitchen.

I heard the sound of cabinets being opened and the clink of glasses as I opened the side pocket of the bag and removed the white envelope I had brought her. I laid it on the end table next to the couch, in plain sight. The flap was closed but unsealed. I had put a little extra in it, wanting to make a good first impression.

I was just closing up the bag when I heard a loud "Pop." Startled, I flinched but quickly realized it was only the Champagne being opened. I sat back into the soft confines of the thickly pillowed couch. Feeling beads of sweat on my forehead, I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and daubed it dry. I felt warm all over but especially my face. I could feel the heat of my flushed face, the skin seeming to pulse along with my rapid heartbeat. I was clammy all over, my face and palms unable to stay dry.

I knew I would be nervous and dressed accordingly in a loose "Island" type button down, short-sleeved shirt, khaki pants, socks and loafers. I took the precaution of putting on a heavy layer of antiperspirant under my arms. The beads of perspiration rolling down my sides obviously revealed the futility of that measure. Knowing I would be nervous was one thing, but doing something about it was quite another, I thought to myself as I noticed a tremor in my left hand.

Katherine returned carrying a small tray in front of her - the bottle of Champagne, two large wine glasses and a short stack of cocktail napkins just fitting on its round surface. When she reached the coffee table she bent at the waist and set the tray down on it, her long, dark hair falling in cascades down past her shoulders. Still bending over, she picked up the bottle and slowly poured the Champagne into one glass, several times waiting while the foam settled, then continuing to pour until the glass was nearly filled to the top. She then filled the other glass but only about half way.

As she poured out the sparkling, golden liquid, I enjoyed the vision in front of me - her large cleavage well below my eye level allowing a full view of her charms. With my attention elsewhere, I hadn't noticed when she finished pouring the second glass. She looked up and caught me staring, eliciting a small, knowing smile from her and an embarrassed glance down at the floor for me. When I looked back up at her, I just caught her glance over at the white envelope I had left on the side table. A larger smile crossed her face as she looked back over at me while she came around the coffee table and took a seat beside me.

Actually, she didn't really sit on the couch - she turned sideways towards me, slipped off her shoes, and then knelt on the seat with one leg folded up under her, the other leg extending out until it lodged itself comfortably between the calf of my leg and the couch. She rose up a bit to pick up the wine glasses, offered me the full one which I took, then settled back on her folded leg with her own glass, her short skirt hiking up to reveal her shapely, tanned thighs. I offered a toast:

"To new friends," I said, raising my glass towards her.

"To new friends," she echoed back, then reached over and gently clinked glasses with me.

I took a small sip to taste it and then a larger gulp when I found the taste pleasing. The sparkling wine was still very cold and felt so good coursing down my throat, cooling me, settling in my stomach nicely. She took a small sip, then another small sip.

"Mmmmm, this is really good Kelly. Champagne was a great idea."

"Thanks Katherine, I thought the occasion called for it. I was hoping you'd like it," I replied, the effect of the first large gulp hitting me quickly, making me a little light headed.

I had eaten lightly that morning as I had for several days previously and had skipped lunch altogether. With a nearly empty stomach there was nothing to slow the progress of the alcohol from belly to my blood stream and then straight to my brain.

She was sitting very close to me, the knee of her folded leg pressed against my thigh, the foot of her extended stockinged leg resting against the back of my ankle. She was looking directly at me, taking in the full picture. I glanced back over at her, our eyes meeting briefly before I averted mine. I nervously took another healthy gulp of wine.

"I liked your e-mails Kelly. It told me so much about you. You write very well."

"Thanks Katherine," I said looking back up at her as she spoke. "It comes very naturally to me which is a good thing, because I have great difficulty talking, especially about those kinds of things. Guess I'm kind of shy in that way."

She took another small sip before continuing:

"Don't worry about being shy Kelly. I love shy types," she said pressing herself closer, her free hand moving to my bare arm and gently squeezing it before sliding down to my upper thigh and giving it a firmer squeeze; her hand remained there.

I put my hand over hers and gently rubbed it, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. I took another sip of wine, my glass now half empty. As the cool liquid slid down the back of my throat, I felt some of the tension in my body release. I took a couple of deep breaths and enjoyed the light-headed sensation from the wine. I looked back up at her, at her eyes checking me out from top to bottom, her mouth curled just slightly in a knowing grin.

"I especially liked the story you wrote - the story of a fantasy session with me. It was so realistic, so much detail, it was like it had already really happened. It was also very hot," she said, her voice dropping into a sexy, husky tone. "I couldn't put it down. My panties were so wet - I came twice the first time I read it; and twice more the second time."

"I'm so glad you liked Katherine," I said in a half whisper, the effect of her words tightening my throat, making it hard to speak. "It unfolds like a movie in my mind. I just write what I see."

"You have a great gift," she said earnestly. "I just hope the reality can measure up to the fantasy - I hope I can measure up," she said, her voice trailing off as she rose up from her half kneeling position and swung her extended leg up and over my lap, climbing on top of me, "cowgirl" style, her knees pressed against my hips, her thighs against mine.

"I don't think that will be a problem Katherine. You're doing great so far," I said smiling as I looked up into her face.

Amazingly, she had accomplished that quick maneuver without either of us spilling our drinks. Not wanting to push my luck, I took one more big gulp, draining half the remaining contents before setting the glass down on the table beside the couch. Katherine mirrored me, but took a much small sip before setting her glass down next to mine. Then she gently cupped my face in her hands, the heels of her palms meeting just below my chin, bent down and pressed her lovely soft lips to mine.

My senses were overwhelmed, the Champagne taking me past light-headed to a little high; the scent of her perfume, the warmth and softness of her body and the gentle caress of her hands and lips put me completely under her spell. Her lips pressed into mine, her mouth opened slightly and I felt her wet tongue pressing against my mouth. My lips parted for her and her soft tongue immediately slid in, curling and swirling as it went. I met her tongue with mine, entwining with it, swirling and sliding together in an incredibly erotic dance.

As we kissed, my hands rose first to her sides and then slid up along the tight top until my thumbs reached the underside of her full breasts. They were firm but not hard as my thumbs crept up until they reached her nipples which were now very hard and fully erect. She moaned as I brushed over them, her tongue reaching further into my throat. I was completely hard now, as stiff as I could possible get. Her hand found me as she released my face with one hand, sliding it down my chest and belly until it found the hard, expanding mound of my crotch. I groaned in response.

Slowly, our lips parted as she leaned back, arching her back, pressing her breasts against my hands as I continued to stroke her nipples and gently squeeze the large mounds. She straightened back up and looked deeply into my eyes as she reached for the top button of my shirt to undo it. Her hands were steady; mine were shaking as they dropped down to her stockinged thighs and gently caressed them, moving up slowly under her short skirt which had ridden up almost to her waist.

She continued down the line of buttons until she reached the bottom. Then, she slid the shirt off my shoulders and arms and down my back as I leaned forward into her to help. When the shirt came free, she tossed it down on the other side of the couch before bending and curling her upper body until mouth reached my chest. I gasped in surprise and pleasure as her soft lips encircled my nipples and began sucking and licking them. She used one hand to grip my chest, squeezing and kneading it as she tongued the nipple while her other hand still pressed into my hardness, making small circles with the heel of her palm.

My hands were also busy, kneading and caressing her inner thighs, moving up towards her crotch. I arrived at her "V" with both thumbs and immediately felt a large, very hard mound. My hands jerked back quickly as though they had touched a hot burner. It should not have been a surprise to me, yet it still was.

Katherine was a pre-op transsexual; a professional one at that. I knew she was a TS, in fact I had sought her out for that very reason. The special experience I was looking for was to be "topped" by a TS, a fully functional TS. In coarser language, I was looking to get fucked by the real thing after several years of strap-on play with dommes. As a sexual submissive, I had developed the increasingly urgent need to take it to the next level. Despite the skill of the domme I saw regularly, she could not simulate the pleasure and passion that only a real cock could provide. I needed to be completely sexually used by someone who derived real, physical pleasure from that use.

I had selected Katherine for this because she not only had great reviews, was fully functional and enjoyed topping, but for the fact that she was very attractive as a woman. Despite my sexual need to be fucked, I felt no sexual attraction to men and never had. The little gay porn I had seen left me completely cold, in fact beyond cold it was repellant to me. I couldn't imagine engaging in sex with some hairy, beard stubbled, muscular man. But a woman - a woman with "something extra," that seemed within the realm of possibility, even desirability. I had seen some TS porn and found some of it very arousing. A man fucking a TS did little to arouse me (although, unlike regular gay porn, it did not repel me), but a TS fucking a man, particularly a dominant TS, a very passable TS, attractive as a woman, I found very arousing.

So here I was, with Katherine, the TS I had sought and desired, so sexually aroused by her as a woman, that my conscious mind who knew she was a TS had simply taken a hike, disappeared to the point that I was actually surprised when I felt her hard-on through her panties. The comedian, Woody Allen, once wryly observed that God had given man a magnificent brain and an equally magnificent sexual organ, the penis, but just to keep things fun and interesting, only enough blood supply to operate one at a time. It appeared I was another victim of this cosmic joke - made evident by my fully engorged member and nearly vacant mind.

I had reached that first moment of truth - could I go through with this. Could I have sex with someone who was biologically and still genitally a man, even if she was to all outward appearances, a very attractive woman. For a few moments, my mind split into two distinct personalities - Kelly A was still thoroughly aroused by Katherine despite the "discovery" of the extra part - and was, in fact, desperate to continue; Kelly B, the still rational me, although taken aback by the sizable bulge, recalled the two promises I had made to myself - don't do anything unsafe, and at the moment of truth, follow your feelings. The answer as to what I should do was then self-evident. Kelly B quickly extinguished himself, to reappear again only briefly during the remainder of the session.

All of these thoughts flooded through my mind in the few brief moments after I had recoiled. I looked up at Katherine and saw her looking back deeply into my eyes, trying to determine just where I was at and whether to continue. I smiled at her somewhat sheepishly, embarrassed by my reaction and returned my hands to her inner thighs. Katherine smiled back at me, nodded slightly and then slowly and gently took one of my hands and placed it lightly on the hard bulge of her panties. My hand stayed and even started to slide up and down a bit as I felt for the outline of her instrument of pleasure through the thin black gauze of her nylon panties.

She arched her back and moaned, then pulled off her tightly fitted tank top, freeing her magnificent breasts. She threw her head back and shook, running her hands through her dark hair, thrusting her breasts into my face. My mouth opened automatically and took one of her spiky hard nipples into my mouth and swirled my tongue over it before sucking it. As I did so, my hand resting on her bulge felt her immediate reaction, the hard mound pulsed, jerked and swelled. I discovered that there is something to be said for immediate feedback as it further aroused me to tangibly feel her immediately react to my touch.

She leaned forward and clasped her hands behind my neck to hold me tightly against her breast. Katherine thrust her hips up against my hand and moaned again. She ran her hands through my hair, using her fingernails to draw a path through my scalp before sliding them back down my neck and pulling me tightly against her. I felt her warm tongue on my ear, drawing circles along the outer lobe before tickling the opening with the tip. The I heard her husky, sexy voice:

"Let's take this inside lover," she said then drew back a bit to look deeply into my eyes.

"Mmmm, I'd love to," I said, meeting her gaze with mine.

She slid off my lap, hands trailing down my chest, then playfully pressing and outlined the bulge in my pants with her fingers before setting her feet down on the floor and rising. She took my hand as I also rose.

"Take your glass and the Champagne. I'll take the bag," she said softly but with authority.

I leaned over to pick up my still quarter filled glass and realized that with only one hand free it would be difficult to pick up the Champagne bottle without risking spilling the contents of the glass. Not wanting to let go of her soft hand, I quickly downed the last two or three ounces of wine in the glass and then managed to hold the neck of the Champagne bottle and the stem of the wine glass in one hand as she led me by the hand down the hallway to her bedroom.

The door was open and we entered with Katherine in the lead. The room was even more dimly lit than the living room, a shaded, low wattage lamp in the far corner providing the only light. At first, I couldn't see anything but dark shapes. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out a nicely made up double bed in the middle of the room with night stands on both sides. A mirrored wardrobe stood opposite the foot of the bed, a small dresser was behind us to the right along a short hallway that led to a bathroom.

Katherine led me to the side of the bed and told me to wait there. I set the bottle and glass down on the night stand and waited. I watched as Katherine removed the comforter and several of the decorative pillows from the bed, leaving only a fitted sheet and several regular pillows stacked up near the foot of the bed. She came back around to where I was standing, put her arms around me from behind and hugged me tightly, pressing her hard nipples into my bare back. I felt her hands slip down to my crotch and gently massage me, using her nicely manicured fingernails to trace the outline of my very stiff dick.

"Let go of everything Kelly - let me guide you. Just do what I say and you will have a fabulous time," she whispered in my ear as she continued to gently massage my cock through my pants and underwear.

"I'm all yours Katherine. I'm in your hands completely," I whispered back.

I felt her press herself against my butt and then gyrate her hips in small circles, letting me know exactly what she had planned for me. With her arms wrapped tightly around me, I had the wonderful sense of being engulfed by her. The combination of wine, the scent of her perfume, the warmth of her body and the throaty, whisper of her sexy voice had me slightly high and thoroughly aroused by now.

It was all going exactly as I had hoped. In arranging the session with her, I asked her to take charge of everything - direct me on what to do and how to do it. As a sexual submissive, I enjoyed the feeling of completely letting go - letting my partner take charge. I explained that I was not looking for her to be stern or abusive. I wanted her to be sexy, sensual, even playful but completely in charge of the session - basically to take her pleasure with me and provide pleasure to me how and when she wished. It was clear from her actions so far that she clearly understood the type of session I wanted.

I felt her hands move up to my waistband, undo my belt and the button of my pants and then slowly draw down the zipper of my fly, the soft "whirrr," of the zipper just audible over the sound of her warm breath in my ear. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of my pants and drew them down over my hips, down my thighs and finally to my ankles. I felt her kneel down behind me and take my left ankle in her hand. I glanced down, saw what she was doing and lifted my foot up high enough to let her slip off my loafer and sock before sliding the pant leg completely off of me. As soon as it was free, I put my left foot down and raised my right foot. With practiced efficiency, Katherine removed that shoe and sock and slid my pants free of me.

I was left standing there in only my white briefs, now "tented" by my fully engorged pole. I was a little embarrassed to find a small circle of pre-cum wetness in front. Katherine stood back up behind me, put one arm around my waist, hand and fingers spread wide on my belly, lightly tracing a line with her fingernails until she reached my crotch. I felt a sharp tingle race up my spine and I shuddered in response. Her other hand slid down between my legs from behind, tracing a line with her thumb along my ass crack until she reached my balls which she cupped in her hand through the soft cotton of the briefs.

"You seem very happy to be here Kelly," she whispered and then chuckled at the obvious truth of her comment as my woody rested in her hand.

"There are no words to describe how happy I am to be here with you Katherine," I replied.

"Well, I am very happy you are here Kelly. This is going to be a very special afternoon for both us."

She released the hold she had on my cock and balls and told me to lie down on the bed, face up while she got comfortable and unpacked my gym bag. I climbed onto the bed and half rolled over until I was lying face up, lengthwise on the bed. I looked over at Katherine who was now putting on a bit of a show, giving me close-up view of her shapely, stockinged leg by putting one foot up on the bed and slowly caressing her leg from hip to ankle.

She took notice of my eyes glued to her leg as she showed it off and it gave her pleasure to see the excitement in my eyes as I watched her. She smiled at me as she unzipped her short skirt from the side and slid it down her legs, stepping out of it when it hit the floor. Katherine looked incredibly sexy, topless, wearing only stockings, garter belt and panties. She stood there a moment and posed for me, hands on hips, playfully turning a little to change the angle of my view.

"Now let's see just what you brought Kelly," she said as she picked up the gym bag she had previously set down by the night stand.

She put it down on the edge of the bed, unzipped it and began taking out its contents. Each item was in its own clear, plastic bag. In addition to condoms, lubricant and latex gloves, I had brought along several light bondage items. In arranging the session, I told Katherine that I liked some light bondage - nothing tight, painful, elaborate or inescapable. Just something to restrict my movement, provide at least the illusion that I was helpless to resist and was being "taken."

She opened the box of condoms and dumped the dozen square packets out, spreading them out near my hip. She looked at the two bottles of lube I had brought - one a nice strawberry flavored variety, the other a thicker, more viscous gel more suitable for anal play. She took a few gloves out the box and lay them near the condoms, tossing the box on the floor.

Unsure of a couple of items, Katherine took them out of their plastic bags to inspect them. One was a sex sling which she handed to me to demonstrate. It was basically a long nylon strap with velcro closure type ankle cuffs at each end, a padded section in the middle of the strap and adjustment buckles near the ankle cuffs. The idea was pretty simple - it was a device used to keep a bottom's legs up and spread when being taken missionary style. The padded section went behind the neck of the bottom, the ends of the strap went under the armpits, the ankle cuffs attached to each ankle with the legs up and spread. The top could adjust the length of the straps leading to the cuffs, shortening it by pulling on a tag strap by the buckle near the cuffs. The shorter the straps, the more the bottoms legs were pulled back towards the chest.

Katherine smiled while I demonstrated how it was used and then clapped her hands with glee as I showed how pulling on the tag straps shortened the sling, pulling the legs back. There would be no need for her to exhaust herself holding my legs up in a missionary position.

The other items she wasn't sure about were "post attachments." Basically short leather straps with a metal ring at one end and a clip at the other. The strap goes around a post - say a bed post, the clip passes through the ring creating a firm attachment point for a wrist or an ankle cuff.

The velcro closing wrist and ankle cuffs were pretty much obvious as to how they were used except these had double velcro closures - an inner one to secure the cuff to the wrist or ankle and a longer outer one that could be used to connect cuffs together through an attached d-ring in the other cuff before being re-secured to its own cuff. I also brought several items that could be used to put a bit of a squeeze on my ball sack. These included an elastic, bungee type cord - about the length and thickness of a shoelace, an elastic silicon ring and a loop (a small piece of thin rubber medical type hose - formed into a small loop with its ends passed through a small bead that slides up and down decreasing or increasing the size of the loop hole.

Katherine laid the bondage items along the edge of the bed, arranging them for easy access. Bent over at the waist, her breasts dangled and swayed with each movement. When she finished, she put the bag back down by the night stand and then climbed up on the bed. Moving gracefully, she slid over and straddled my ankles facing me, straightened and arched her back, thrusting her shapely breasts out, then provocatively ran her fingers through her long hair. Silhouetted against the dim lamp in the corner, her lithe body looked incredibly sexy.

Katherine paused for a moment in the arms up "glamour girl" pose before bending forward all the way until her full breasts rested on my upper thighs. Reaching up with her arms, she began lightly clawing my chest with her long nails, drawing them down over my side and belly, and continuing across my fully tented briefs - the "tent pole" quivering in anticipation. She continued down my inner thighs to my knees, raising goose bumps all along the way as she went. She returned to my briefs - using one hand she gently grasped my ball sack through the thin, cotton material; with the other she used the heel of her palm to massage the sensitive underside of my dick. I felt the pleasure of her touch course through me, the heat of my blood spreading deeply in my groin.

"Oh god, that feels so good Katherine, I moaned as she returned to the base of the shaft and started working her way up again. I could feel the wetness of my pre-cum oozing out, soaking the front of my briefs as she went. I started to jerk my hips, pressing up against her hand, trying to hump it. She knew I was getting close and would explode shortly if she continued. She would not allow it - not yet. There was so much more to do.

She moved her hands away from my crotch and began gently massaging my thighs to slow me down. After a few moments I settled down, the feeling of approaching orgasm passing as she ran her hands along my legs, squeezing and kneading the flesh as she went. After a while, her hands started to move up, massaging my hips, remaining clear of my crotch, working her way back up to my ribs and chest. She leaned forward and massaged my chest, squeezing and kneading the muscular flesh, running her thumbs over my sensitive nipples. As she worked her hands, her breasts bounced and swayed as if they had a life of their own.

Katherine leaned over further and brought her prominent lips to my nipples, encircling them with her tongue before pressing her lips tightly around and sucking them. As she did so, I felt her belly graze my crotch and I reacted by thrusting up against it. I looked down and saw her lush mane of wavy, dark brown hair cover my chest and tickle it as she continued to lick and suck my nipples. Glancing up I saw our reflections in the mirrored wardrobe across from the foot of the bed, her slim body writhing on mine as she licked and sucked her way down my chest.

She was sliding down my body as she licked, until she got to my swollen briefs. Katherine paused for moment before slipping her fingers under my waistband and slowly drawing them off me, sliding them down my legs and then free of my ankles. Lightly she grasped my quivering shaft with one hand as she bent low to taste the sensitive spot where the base of the shaft met the top of the scrotum. She used just the tip of her tongue, probing and licking, before using the flat of her tongue on my entire ball sack. I was in heaven, transported by the touch and sight, sound and smell of it all.

As Katherine worked her way up from my ball sack to the shaft, my rational, safety conscious persona, "Kelly B," reappeared briefly, picking up a condom packet and offering it to Katherine. She didn't look surprised or offended. In arranging the session, I had told her that I was completely phobic about sexually transmitted diseases and wanted us both covered at all times in both oral and anal play. This was a hard limit with me. Although the risk from uncovered oral play is considered to be small, it just wasn't worth the risk.

She opened the condom package easily, removed the latex ring and slipped it on top of my dick head, unrolling it over the glans and down the shaft. Her grip felt so food. I moaned in pleasure as the latex sheath made its way to the base. Quickly, Katherine bent low, took the base of my shaft in hand, formed her lips into an inviting "O" and lowered her warm, moist mouth over the head of my shaft. I felt the heat of her tongue press against the head, then swirl around the swollen glans. An almost electric jolt of pleasure coursed through my groin and spread outward until my entire body tingled with pleasure and anticipation.

Katherine must have felt my reaction since she repeated the move, this time pulsing the base of shaft with her gripping fingers and then swirling her tongue all round the head before slowing running the flat of her tongue down the underside of my shaft. She smiled as she saw the impact she was having on me - as I thrashed about, climbing the orgasmic peak. My body was wound tightly, tensed, ready to release. One or two more repeats of that technique and I would have gone over the top. Sensing how close I was, Katherine backed off, releasing my dick. I groaned almost frantic to release but also appreciating the effect of the tease.

Katherine straightened back up, still straddling my knees and began to put on a show for me, playing with herself. She brought her fingers to her mouth, wetting them, before pinching her own nipples, then kneading her breasts, pushing them out, presenting them to me. She brought one hand down to her swollen crotch, her panties bulging with her stiff member, and rubbed it, sliding her hand up and down, her shaft clearly visible in outline through the thin panty material, the head and glans peeking out over the waistband.

My eyes were glued to her, ranging up and down her figure taking everything in. I couldn't imagine a more erotic, arousing scene. Still straddling me, she slowly slid up my legs, over my hips to my belly and paused, wriggling slowly, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her swollen mound - putting on a show. It certainly worked. My eyes were glued to her, taking in every curve, every erotic movement.

Katherine inched up further until she was straddling my chest, knees snugly buried under my armpits as the show continued. My hands went to her ribs and slid up slowly, feeling every inch of her soft skin before coming to rest on her full breasts. Her nipples were very swollen, thimble sized and incredibly hard. She moaned as I massaged her, lightly grazing her nipples with my palms which elicited a tight squeezed of her thighs against the sides of my chest in response. Raising up slightly on her knees, she leaned forward bringing her swollen crotch to my chin.

Katherine brought her hands down on top of the headboard and leaned on it as she slowly gyrated her hips, grinding her crotch on my chin. I dropped my chin and found her swollen black panty covered crotch on my lips. It felt very hot and very alive - pulsing and jerking as she moved. I felt her hand brush my cheek as she slid it down to her crotch. She was looking down at me, deeply into my eyes when she drew the front of her panty across with her fingers to erveal her equipment.

It was starling to suddenly see a cock and balls looming over my face. It was completely shaven - bald, and looked enormous, especially this close up. The shaft stood fiercely erect at a forty-five degree angle, the head large, mushroom shaped and dark pink; the shaft was darker - a light tan and purplish hue that narrowed behind the head but then thickened noticeably as it went until near the base where it seemed to suddenly widen substantially. The image of a tree flashed across my mind - foliage, thickening trunk and wide base.

Of more immediate concern was Katherine's sack of balls which now dangled just an inch or so over my lips. It was darker, more purplish than the shaft and wrinkled, the deep ridges visible all around it. The sack was loose, the balls hung low and swayed slightly as she moved, balanced as she was on her knees with one hand resting on the headboard. It had a fresh, clean smell with just a hint of a citrus scent - perhaps the body wash she used. Katherine continued to look down at me, eyes locked onto mine, a corners of her mouth curved up a bit as a slight smile crossed her face.

"Lick me - let me feel your tongue," she said in a hoarse whisper, as she lowered herself a bit more, offering herself to me.

I was so aroused at that point, so completely under her spell that I probably would have done almost anything she told me to do. But even as excited as I was, I was aware that this was another moment of truth - really the last exit on this highway so to speak before I was committed to completing the voyage across the gender boundary. I don't remember giving any more thought than that as my lips seemed to part of their own accord and the tip of my tongue slid out reaching upward for her. She met me halfway, lowering herself a bit more until the tip of my tongue met the bottom of her scrotum.

It felt smooth, soft, almost velvety to my tongue as it touched and probed and finally licked the underside. It felt very much like shaven labia lips - perhaps less moist but very similar in texture. The thought occurred to me that this shouldn't be a surprise - that we all started out as females in the womb, the pre-birth labia lips of males closing under the influence of testosterone while in the womb to create the scrotum. We are all made of the same stuff - just arranged a little differently.

More importantly, I realized that the building didn't collapse on me, fire and brimstone didn't rain down and the earth didn't open and swallow me up. I was the same person after I "crossed the line" as I was before hand. It was as though I had lived these many years surrounded by what I thought were solid, immovable stone walls, only to discover that when finally tested, they turned out to be an illusion, no more than cleverly disguised tissue paper that gave way at the slightest push.

A soft moan escaped her lips as I licked upward along the scrotum seam, feeling the deep ridges of the sack. She lowered herself more and I opened wider, taking one ball gently in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. I licked all around the ball sack covering it with my saliva until it shined in the dim light. Katherine then leaned forward as far as she could until her shaft rested on my face. It was incredibly hot and felt heavy, alive and pulsing as I laved her ball sack. Again, I was amazed at its size. It was considerably larger than mine, easily seven inches long and a good one and a half inches across, based upon my experience with variously sized strap-on dildos.

I felt some of her pre-cum on my forehead as she leaned down to press it on my nose and forehead. She moved it to my cheek and pressed its length alongside it; the heat was extraordinary. Again, more pre-cum leaked out and I felt it sliding down my cheek. I reached out with my hand to search for a condom, determined to get her covered before going any further. As if reading my mind, Katherine picked up a condom, opened the package and expertly put it on herself, rolling it down all the way to the base.

I brought one hand up and gently grasped her balls, pulling them down with some tension before tentatively probing the base of her shaft with the tip of my tongue. The condoms I had brought were the non-lubricated variety so it was dry, without the taste of the spermicidal lube. Katherine reached over and picked up the bottle of flavored lube I had brought, squeezed out a healthy dose in her palm and then coated her shaft with it in slow strokes. The scent was strawberry, not unpleasant. I tasted it and it wasn't bad. I licked along the underside of the shaft, upward until I reached the "V" of the glans and then circled that sensitive spot with just the tip of my tongue. Katherine reacted immediately, thrusting her hips forward, pressing herself into me.

Again, my lips parted of their own accord and her dick slipped in. I had to open wide to fit the flared glans of the head. I used my hand to grip her shaft at the base to control and limit the penetration. It was just in time, with nearly half of it in, it completely filled my mouth, nearly to the point of gagging. Katherine paused, almost motionless, letting me adjust to the intruder, no doubt also enjoying the heat and pressure of my mouth. Then she started to move, slowly at first, withdrawing an inch or so and thrusting back in. Then longer strokes, withdrawing the head to my lips before thrusting back in.

Katherine raised up a bit more on her knees to adjust the angle, then began stroking in rhythmic fashion, bouncing up and down on her knees as she went. The speed increased and I had a hard time keeping up, my senses overwhelmed by the new experience. I tried to pleasure her with my tongue and lips but couldn't keep up, eventually receiving her shaft passively as she stroked in and out. She began thrusting harder, trying to go deeper but I kept a grip on her shaft and controlled the penetration depth. I could feel her dick pulse with pleasure with each downstroke as she pressed herself into me.

Katherine was breathing hard now, her head thrown back with abandon at the gathering tension in her loins. Her body glistened in the dim light, covered with perspiration from her exertions and arousal; mine was equally wet. Her knees and thighs pressed into my neck, one of her hands moved to the top of my head and took a firm grasp of my hair. She was fucking my mouth, piston like with rapid, powerful thrusts. I could feel the shaft in my hand pulse, expand and heat up as she climbed the mountain. I was in unexplored territory being on the receiving end of a mouth fucking. I knew what it felt like to be thrusting. I was discovering just how arousing and powerfully erotic it was on the receiving side - getting the touch, taste and sound, not to mention the incredible visual of this large pleasure rod seeking Nirvana.

She pulled out all of the way and rose using the headboard for support. She was completely on her feet, straddling my face and neck, towering over me when she slid her panties off allowing them to drop on my upturned chin. She bent low to remove them, using one hand on the headboard for support, tossing them on the floor before straightening back up. It was an incredible view, Katherine in all of her glory - shapely, stockinged legs, fully engorged and quivering member, low hanging balls, beautifully slim hips and flat belly, large, perfectly formed breasts with oversized, erect nipples, feminine oval face, plump lips, dark eyes and a mane of dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Katherine was like a mythological figure - half one being, half another, perfectly merged to form a third being that was seemingly not of this earth.

Carefully, she turned around so she was facing my feet, then knelt down straddling my face, cock and balls dangling over me. She leaned forward at the waist until her elbows and forearms rested on the mattress on either side of my torso. Stretching out, she reached my own very erect member with her lips, parted them and took the head in. Her mouth was warm and soft. I felt her tongue swirling around the head and then her lips applying suction to the glans. My hips bucked up to meet her, to enjoy that tight warmth on more of my shaft. She accepted more of the shaft easily, licking and swirling her tongue as she went until it was fully engulfed.

Obviously more practiced at this than me, she had no difficulty taking me completely, to the very base of my shaft. I had never been deep-throated before with such ease, not a gag or a cough or a whimper, just slippery warmth and tightness all along my sensitive shaft. I felt her spread her knees apart further which lowered her cock and balls down to me. We were in a sixty-nine position; it was my turn to pleasure her. I ran my tongue along the underside of her balls all the way to the top and then up along her rigidly stiff shaft to the head. Using my hand to guide it, I tilted it down until it was pointing at my mouth, opened wide and slid her in, again about half way, holding the base of her shaft to control the amount of penetration.

I felt her thrust in, sliding it further in along my tongue until I gagged, then backing out a bit. Her heavy balls bounced along the bridge of my nose as she slowly stroked back and forth, sliding her thick member along my tongue until it could go no further before withdrawing it until the glans pressed against my inner lips. She was very clean, not the slightest odor came from her backdoor - just the faint scent of soap or body wash. I am a fanatic about cleanliness with respect to sex and obsessive about my own cleanliness - a series of enemas, showers and baths ensured I was squeaky clean, inside and out before I visited Katherine. I was very glad that she was just as considerate.

I experimented a little, bringing my fingers up until they reached that sensitive spot behind the ball sack - the perineum or "taint." Feeling the hard lump of the buried base of her shaft through the thin skin, I began massaging it gently with the pads of my fingertips in small, slow circles. I immediately felt her dick jump and pulse in my mouth. A low moan came from her, muffled by my cock in her mouth. I took my hand off her shaft and used it to lightly grip and tug her balls down as I massaged the base of her cock through the perineum. No longer able to control the amount of penetration of her cock, it slipped further in as she thrust down slowly. I tried to relax my throat, fighting the urge to gag as the large head touched the back of my throat. She went slowly, allowing me to adjust, to time my breathing to take in enough air on her out strokes to sustain me.

We reached a smooth rhythm, with her thrusting in and withdrawing, me massaging and tugging with my hands, and using my tongue and lips on her shaft. She began to mirror my actions, finding my very sensitive perineum with her fingertips and tugging lightly on my balls. I could feel the excitement in both of us ratchet up. It was only a matter of time before both of us blew if we kept going like that. She sensed this as well and, like me, wanted something more. I felt her slow her thrusts and withdraw, pulling her knees in against the sides of my jaw to raise herself. My own dick slid slowly from her warm, moist mouth until it was completely free and pulsing with excitement.

Katherine rose up to a squat, turned around to face me, stepped back and lowered herself, straddling me, until her knees were back on the mattress, placed snugly against my torso. She seated herself lightly on my lower chest and then reached over to the side of the bed to pick up the sling I had brought. Unraveling the straps and straightening them out, she found the padded center section and placed under my neck and upper back; then laying the straps out straight along my sides, found the velcro closures for the cuffs at each end and opened them. She leaned back and hooked her left arm under my right thigh and raised my bent leg until my ankle was over my hip. She put the cuff around my raised ankle and pulled the velcro closure snugly around it. Katherine repeated the procedure with my other leg. Then, holding my upraised legs against her soft breasts, tugged on the adjusting straps near the ankle cuffs to shorten the sling straps until all of the slack was removed with my ankles still positioned above my hips.

In this position, all of the weight of my legs were applied evenly to my upper back and neck through the padded sling which handled the weight easily. It was as though my legs were weightless. I could keep them in that position indefinitely myself which, of course, freed up Katherine to use her hands and body as she wished.

As she put the sling on me, the lack of attention to my dick had caused it to go semi-soft until it rested on my upper belly. Katherine again reached over to the side of the bed and picked up the shoelace sized bungee cord I had brought. She opened up the already tied noose at one end drawing the slip knot down and showed it to me.

"Show me how you like to use this Kelly," she said with a slight smile crossing her lips.

I took the cord and looped the noose over my ball sack as close to the base of my shaft as I could and then drew the noose closed by sliding the slip knot up until it dug snugly into the underside of my ball sack. Using one hand to draw my sack down, I wound the cord around the ball sack, stretching the bungee cord somewhat to make each round turn fairly tight. I did this for eight turns, each made alongside the last one until I had created about an inch of tightly wound cord separating my balls from the upper part of the sack. Then looping the cord first under the base of my shaft and then completely around my complete package, I stretched the cord some to pull it tight, then took two more full turns before tucking the end under the middle turn and then back down under all three turns to secure it.

The effect of the cock and ball bondage was immediate. My balls swelled and tightened until I could feel every ridge through the incredibly thin, shiny-slick skin of the sack. Then my shaft started to harden and swell, lifting itself up from my lower belly until it stood rigidly at a forty-five degree angle. It pulsed and swelled as it filled with blood faster from the larger, deeper arteries than could escape through the smaller, constrained veins that were closer to the surface. Basic hydraulics principals took over which created an increase in pressure from the faster inflow until the greater pressure slowed the inflow to the rate of the outflow.

This greater blood pressure in my shaft was immediately evident in its increased size, particularly thickness caused by the greater expansion of the sponge-like tissue whose filling normally causes an erection. There was also this incredible feeling of sensitivity in the shaft as the over-swelling applied pressure on pleasure nerve-endings all along the shaft that usually required direct stimulation. Every vein along the shaft swelled and bulged until my once smooth shaft became ropey and irregular, every cord felt through the fully stretched condom. I could feel the shaft pulsing against its bindings, each contraction of my rapidly beating heart causing the head of my dick to pulse and swell. The entire shaft vibrated in time to the music of my heart, bouncing up and down on its own accord.

I also knew that the clock had started. CB bondage should not stay on for more than thirty minutes or so. The restricted blood flow and increased pressure can cause permanent tissue damage. From the obvious state of excitement of both Katherine and me, I didn't think the thirty minute limit would be a problem.

Katherine slid up close to my upturned thighs until her smooth, stockinged thighs pressed against mine. My upraised legs hung in the air, suspended by the sling. She put her hands on my ankles and slowly pulled them further apart.

"Spread your legs for me lover - real wide. That's a baby," she cooed as I spread them wide for her.

She reached over me and grabbed a pillow from the corner, folded it in two and jammed it under my raised hips, lifting me up further and supporting my lower back. I looked up into her eyes and saw them flash with hunger and passion, as though she was going to devour me. She picked up a bottle of lube and used the pump dispenser to deposit a healthy glob onto her gloved fingers. Using her other hand to spread my nether cheeks, her stiffened, gloved middle finger found my entrance and pressed itself in, penetrating me to the first knuckle. I gasped in surprise at the sudden intrusion, feeling my sphincter reluctantly open and allow entry.

Katherine gazed into my eyes as she slowly turned her finger, twisting it back and forth as she penetrated me with it, lubing me as she went. Her finger was fully in me, her palm pressed against my upturned perineum when I felt her fingertip lightly brush against my prostate in a "come hither" motion. I felt an immediate zing of pleasure; an almost electric vibration begin in my sensitive prostate and emanate outward in waves. She smiled as she saw my reaction, changing her motion from "come hither" to small circles and then back to the crooked finger brushing. It was as though she had found my pleasure button and had merely to massage or brush it to send waves or pleasure coursing through me.

She began to slowly finger fuck me; pausing when fully penetrated to massage my prostate before withdrawing and starting anew. I opened myself for her, relaxing my sphincter and spreading my legs, completely under the power of her ministrations. It wasn't long before I felt pressure at my entrance again, stretching and then a second lubed finger entered me. With middle and index finger she slowly fucked me, massaging my incredibly sensitive gland before withdrawing.

Katherine pressed herself closer to me, her fully engorged dick resting on my upturned ass cheeks. I felt the heat of the stiff rod through the condom sheath. I wanted it in me and signaled my desire by sliding my fingers to my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, offering myself to her. She glanced down at my gesture and smiled knowingly. She withdrew her impaling fingers to the first knuckle, keeping my sphincter spread open while she used her other hand to guide the head of her shaft up and down my crack until she stopped, resting it on the length of her penetrating fingers. I felt the head press into my already open anus as she withdrew her fingers completely, the head taking their place at the entrance.

It was wider than her two fingers and I felt myself stretching to accommodate it. There was a moment of discomfort as it pressed in until the flared glans cleared my inner sphincter. A couple of inches of shaft followed easily behind it, drawn in by the vacuum of my empty rectum. She stopped and held herself in place, breathing deeply, almost panting with excitement as she allowed me to adjust to her girth. I felt it pulsing within me, then sliding a little back and forth to smooth out the lubrication.

"Are you ready for more Kelly?" She whispered as she leaned over and stared down at me.

"Yes Katherine, please - give me more," I pleaded, at this point nearly out of my mind with lust.

There was a slight movement of her hips and then overwhelming pressure filled me with a couple of more inches of her thick shaft. I was amazed at how effortlessly her little hip movement had generated such a powerful thrust. She was a little more than half way into me and for the first time I felt the extraordinary heat of her throbbing shaft through the thin barrier of her condom. It was unlike anything I had felt before. Having taken many strap-on dildos, I had experienced the stretch and feeling of penetration, the pressure of my rectum filling up; but even the best silicon dildo does not generate heat. Nor does a strap-on pulse like a real cock, expanding as it reacts to its stimulation. This was something very new.

I tried a little pulsing myself, contracting my anal sphincter around the thick shaft and then releasing it. I did this several times, each time eliciting a low moan of pleasure from Katherine and several short strokes which responded to my pulses. Again, something new - although a strap-on feels good, it doesn't provide a reciprocal reaction; it's just there. A real cock responds to stimulus, to squeezing and friction. The reactions further excited me in a kind of virtuous circle in which each of our pleasure responses excited the other.

Still holding my cheeks apart with my fingers, I moved them further in until they touched the remaining shaft still to enter. It was thicker than I expected and pulsed at my touch, expanding under my fingers and all along the shaft. I felt her pulse through my already stretched sphincter. It was so exciting to feel it come alive at my touch. It was so different from the strap-on experience. I moved my fingers down along the shaft to its very base, encircled it with thumb and index finger (just barely making it around) and cupped her balls with my palm and remaining fingers. I gave the shaft a little squeeze and drew it down towards her pubic mound. Again she responded with moans and increased the speed of her strokes.

Katherine pressed herself into me, trying to penetrate me further. The thicker base of her shaft stretching me wide and very slowly sliding into me. I felt a combination of surprise and pain at the additional stretching but I was so aroused that I wanted it to continue. I wanted to take all of it; to have all of it buried within me. I felt the large head of her cock reach the top end of my rectum, stopped by the involuntary sphincter separating the rectum from the lower colon. I tried to relax but the barrier remained closed. Katherine slowly stroked in and out just a few inches at a time, lubricating the deep end of my passage.

"Pull your legs back honey," she said as she reached up with both hands to pull on the adjustment straps dangling from the buckles near my ankles.

I drew my knees back and as I did so, she pulled on the adjustment straps, shortening the length of the straps, taking up the slack as my knees went back towards my chest. I had pulled them as far back as I could on my own when I felt her tug on the adjustment straps a little more, pulling my knees back a little further, almost uncomfortably so. I was folded over until my knees were about six inches or so above my chest - a remarkable position for someone like me who lacks flexibility. It had the effect of tilting my hips until my penetrated anus was pointed almost straight up. She shifted forward to adjust to the new angle.

"Now spread yourself wide for me lover," she said, with a determined glint in her eye.

I spread myself wide for her, first with my legs, pulling my knees and ankles as far apart as I could, still held back by the taut strap folding me nearly in half. Then I slipped my fingers back to the inner part of my ass cheeks and pulled them wide open. As I did this, she shifted forward until her forearms rested on the mattress alongside my upper torso, her hands slipping under my armpits, coming out the other side, gripping the top of my shoulders.

She was slowly fucking me, her shaft penetrating me to the top of my rectum before withdrawing several inches, then returning. She continued to slowly saw back and forth, using her powerful hips to thrust and withdraw, opening me. Like a metronome, she continued back and forth, penetrating to the top of my rectum and no further before withdrawing. It had an almost hypnotic effect. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, losing myself to the pleasure of the moment. I was completely flushed, radiating sexual heat as I was being methodically fucked by Katherine.

I still had my eyes closed when I felt her lips brush mine, then slowly part them with her tongue. I willing opened them, accepting her hot, slippery tongue into my mouth. She pressed her lips hard down onto mine and then shifted further forward. I felt her hands tightening around the top of my shoulders as she gripped me. I should have anticipated it but I didn't - the thrust - withdrawal rhythm was suddenly broken by a thrust and then a further thrust instead of a withdrawal. It was a powerful extra thrust, using her full weight to press down into me in pile-driver position. There was sudden pain as the head of her dick stretched the sphincter at the top of my rectum. I gasped and tried to cry out but with her lips pressed hard into mine and her tongue fully in my mouth, nothing but a quiet gurgling sound emerged.

Katherine continued to press herself into me, slowly slipping the last two inches of her cock into me. The sharp pain was replaced by a dull ache and then an incredible feeling of fullness. I felt her balls press against my upturned perineum as she buried her shaft into me. The ache transformed into increasing feelings of pleasure as her shaft pressed against my prostate and the realization struck home that she was fully into me - I had taken it all. I spread my legs even further to signal my complete submission and slowly raised my hips to meet her penetrating shaft, pressing myself into her. I felt a smile form on her lips as they continued to press into mine just before I felt the pressure of a short withdrawal of her shaft followed by a powerful thrust in.

With each deep penetration, she paused and rotated her hips in a corkscrew motion that maximized the penetration and added exquisite pressure on my prostate as well. Even better, with Katherine fully in me, her lower belly pressed down on my own swollen member pulsing against the tight constriction of the elastic cord which bound it. The tension built with each deep thrust and corkscrew swivel. I could feel her tension rising as well as her breathing became short and rapid, almost panting, her warm breath tickling me as she gripped me tightly.

My fingers continued to hold my ass cheeks wide apart as the pace of her strokes increased. Her balls which had been tapping against my perineum then tightened up, drawing up and constricting - a certain sign of imminent release. My own senses were completely overwhelmed as the onslaught of pleasurable sensation that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once flooded my nervous system.

I am not sure what set it off - perhaps it was that one special bit of pressure just under the glans of my dick or perhaps that one extra rub of pressure against exactly the right spot on my prostate, but I exploded with a loud grunt of pure joy as my pent-up jism, pressurized to get past the constricting cord shot out of my dick and filled the surrounding condom with milky, white juice. As I exploded, my anal sphincter clamped down in orgasmic contraction, released and contracted again in rapid succession. It must of tipped Katherine over the age because just as my second ejaculation ripped through me, I felt her first orgasmic explosion - and an explosion it was. She rammed her dick home with incredible force, squeezed my shoulders in a death grip and thrashed wildly on top of me, thrusting in manic convulsions of pleasure.

It was an odd sensation, feeling her dick explode inside of me. Although covered with a condom, I still felt the force and heat of her ejaculate through the thin membrane of latex. Having only experienced strap-ons before, it was a feeling like no other. In that moment, we were connected in a way that could not be duplicated or even mimicked by a dildo penetration. The strap-on experience, although wonderfully intense in its own right paled in comparison to this. My orgasm continued, extended by the sensation of hers; and hers by mine. Again, it was a virtuous circle of exquisite pleasure, writhing sweaty bodies and hot breath. It went on longer, far longer than any orgasm I had ever experienced.

Eventually, Katherine collapsed on top of me, exhausted, breathing like she had just run a four minute mile; her large breasts and hard nipples pressed into my chest. I think we both passed out for a minute of so; at least I did. Her body shifting on top of mine brought me around. Her hands still gripped my shoulders but lightly now; her breathing slowed to something like normal. My legs were still up in the air, widely splayed, knees over my chest. I could still feel her shaft in me. I slid my fingers down to the base of her shaft and could tell with my fingertips that she had softened somewhat. I pressed my fingers against the bottom of the condom to make sure it stayed on when she pulled.

I had acted just in time because she immediately started to pull out. In its softened, reduced state, it slid out easily, the head barely stretching me as it emerged. She lifted herself from me, leaning back as she balanced herself on her knees. Katherine reached up and unwrapped the velcro closure holding on ankle cuff on, holding my ankle and then slowly lowering it to the bed, gently, almost lovingly. She released my other ankle and lowered it slowly too, in the same gentle fashion. It felt good to have my legs back down on the bed. In the throes of orgasmic pleasure, I didn't realize just how tired they were, but I did now.

Katherine smiled down at me and wiped her sweaty brow with her fingers as she said:

"That was incredible Kelly. I haven't felt anything like that in along time."

"You took the words out of mouth Katherine - incredible. I have never felt anything like that. I had no idea, none. If I had, I never would have waited this long, that's for sure. You were unbelievable," I said as I softly stroked her thigh.

"I am so glad that your first experience with this was so wonderful Kelly. You just relax now for a few minutes while I clean myself up a bit and collect myself. That was quite a trip for me. I'll be back with a warm washcloth to clean you up. Now you just rest," she said as she slid off the bed.

As she stood up, I took another long look at her lithe figure and feminine curves, still not quite believing that such a girlish figure could support such an additional tool. I watched as she slid the condom off her now shrunken member, pulling and rolling it to keep its contents from spilling. Once it was free she held it up and showed it to me. It had quite a load - it filled the small extra sack at the tip and then some. In a moment, she turned and retreated to her bathroom. I heard the sound of a toilet being flushed and then water running in the sink.

I became aware of a pinch and tightness on my ball sack and remembered that I still had the cord wrapped tightly around it. I reached down, found the end of the cord tucked under a couple of wraps, pulled it out and slowly unwound the cord from me. As I did so, I felt the heat of my blood rushing back into the sack warming it. I also felt an ache there both from the bondage and the explosive orgasm that had to force its way through the bondage.

I was tired, so tired. Not just from the physical exertion but from the tension, both psychological and physical, that built to a fever pitch and then suddenly released, leaving me feeling like a rag doll. I couldn't move any more so I took her advice and just relaxed, closing my eyes - my eyelids felt so heavy. I could still hear the running water but the sound faded in the warmth and comfort of the room.

End of Part 1

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Crossing Over the Line - Part 2

By: Kelli Maginnis

I don't know how long I was out; perhaps ten minutes or so. It could have been longer. I felt the mattress tilt a little like somebody climbing onto the bed. I opened my eyes slowly, sleepily and looked up. It was Katherine, still nude from the waist up but now wearing a pair of white, lace panties. The room was brighter. Katherine must have turned up the dimmer switch for the corner lamp just a bit. It cast a warm, yellow glow throughout the room.

I was still on my back and started to sit up but Katherine placed her palm on my mid-section and gently held me down.

"Just relax Kelly while I clean you up a bit."

I looked down and she had two wash cloths, one wet and the other dry. She put the wash cloths down on the bed while she leaned over me, running her smooth palm up and down my chest and belly. She moved her hand down lower and massaged my belly and lower abdomen, slowly moving down until she reached my softened dick lying inert across my pubic mound. The condom was still on and hadn't leaked.

Using her hands, she gestured for me to turn on my side facing her while she held the condom in place. Holding the tip of the condom with her other hand, she expertly slid it off me without spilling a drop, placing it carefully on top of a paper towel she had placed on the night stand. Again, with gentle pressure from her palm, she had me roll over on my back. As I did so, she leaned over, picked up the wet washcloth and moved it down to my groin.

The cloth was very warm as she spread it out over my soft shaft and gently massaged it. She moved it all around in slow, gentle circles until the shaft was completely clean before moving it down lower to my scrotum. With thumb and first two fingers she encircled it with the washcloth and moved it in slow circles, spending some extra time below the sack along the perineum. As Katherine pressed gently with her fingers in slow, circular motions, I felt the warm tingle of arousal from my prostate which loved the indirect massage.

She had me raise my legs until my knees were up and feet flat on the mattress while she moved the cloth down the crack of my ass, gently wiping up excess lube that had leaked out. I was relieved to see that it was clean; I had taken great care to clean myself out before coming over to see Katherine. Still, who knew what could be shaken loose with that kind of activity.

When she finished with the wet cloth she put it down on the night stand and picked up the dry cloth. Moving gently along my groin and ass she dried me, using her free hand to gently massage my lower belly. At some point, the drying action transformed into something else as she used her fingers to massage and manipulate my cock and balls. I must have had a quizzical look because she responded as though I had asked a question.

"Kelly, that was a very special experience. I don't usually do this but with special clients I make an exception. Would you like to go another round?"

My shaft was stiffening under her hand. She had asked the question that I was dying to ask - could we go again.

"I'd love to go another round with you Katherine. That was an incredible experience for me. It might take me a while to recover though. I place myself entirely in your hands."

"I think I know how we can use some of that recovery time Kelly," she said smiling, as she reached down and picked up some of the bondage items I had brought.

"I'm game Katherine. I'd love to be tied down and fully open to you."

"Hmmmm . . . ," she said stroking my shaft without the cloth. "We are going to have so much fun together. You're not going to believe it."

"I'm yours Katherine," I said smiling, not believing my good luck.

"Okay, over on your belly now. I think I want you spreadeagled for me."

Quickly, I turned over, my dick stiffening further at the prospect of being bound and taken from behind.

Katherine moved quickly and efficiently but did not hurry or seem rushed. In what seemed like a matter of moments though, she had cuffed my wrists and ankles. Using the metal ring and leather strap I had brought which wrap around anything to provide an attachment point, she set up the four-corner bondage points at the posts of the wrought iron headboard and the rear part of the iron bedframe sideboards. Using the adjustable tethers I had brought, Katherine attached my wrists and ankles to the four points, spreading my legs wide to reach the clips of the ankle tethers.

The tethers still had a lot of slack in them when she rolled off the bed and picked up two thick, foam rubber pillows. Returning to the bed, she tapped my hip:

"Raise yourself up Kelly," she said as she slid first one pillow and then the other under my hips.

With my butt raised by the pillows, Katherine climbed atop my back, straddling me with her muscular legs. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that she had a tube of massage cream in her hand. Squeezing a generous portion out, she spread it along my back with her strong yet soft hands, kneading my back muscles as she went. It was very relaxing; I even closed my eyes and just focused on her fingers working the cream into my back, shoulders and neck. I felt her bend low over me until I felt her hot breath in my ear.

"I have one more proposition for you lover. Interested?"

"Of course Katherine," I mumbled. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, you've just had your first T-girl experience and seemed to like it a lot ..."

I interrupted with an enthusiastic, "I'll say I did.

"Well, how would you like to try the Two - T-girl experience? My roommate is available and I know she'd love to join the party."

"Aaa another T-girl," I stammered, not sure how to respond and stalling for time.

"Yes, and she is something special," she said smiling.

"Is she like you? Tell me about her."

"Well, she's a big girl."

"Big," I said questioningly, picturing some fat guy in drag. "How big?"

"No, not big like that," she said giggling, rounding her arms to mimic a big stomach. "I mean tall," she raised a hand above her head to indicate considerable height, "and big - well big up here," she said cupping her own generous breasts, "and . . . well . . . and . . . big down there," she laughed bringing one hand down to her own groin.

"That sounds very interesting," I chuckled. "What does she look like?" I asked hoping she would interpret the code and tell me if she was "passable," i.e. feminine looking.

"She looks fine - very fine," with emphasis on the word 'very.' As I said she's very tall and dark - I think a mixture of black and asian; whatever she is, she's a knockout. Did you ever hear of the model Naomi Campbell?"

"Naomi Campbell," I repeated the name. "Tall, black, very svelte super-model - I think she did some movies and music videos. I seem to remember seeing her in a Michael Jackson video," I mused picturing a tall, lithe, coffee-colored woman in a long, white gossamer gown.

"Yes, that's her. Well my friend looks just like her. In fact, she modeled herself after her, wanted to look like her and she succeeded. She could be her double, except for a few little extras," she giggled. "She even took the name, Naomi."

"Looks just like Naomi Campbell," I said, the excitement clear in my voice.

"Yes, Naomi Campbell," she repeated, smiling at me.

"Well, yes, yes, of course, I'd love to have her join us. When can she get here?" My voice rising, I was barely able to contain my rising excitement.

"As it happens, pretty quickly. You see, while I was in the bathroom freshening up, she called. Seems she had some sort of problem with a client and her date was much shorter than she thought it would be; wanted to know if I wanted some company," she said the word "company" indicating she was looking for some action.

"Problem with a client," I said, a note of suspicion in my voice. "What kind of problem?'

"Well, it seems her client called her based upon the recommendation of a friend without looking at her web site or checking out her 'do's and don'ts' list. He was looking for a T-girl who was, . . . who was . . . shall we say . . . uh, receptive, you know, a bottom. Oh hell, he wanted a T-girl who likes to get fucked."

"And she doesn't?"

"No, she's strictly a top. She doesn't allow anything in any opening, if you get what I mean. She's dominant - not a whip and chains kind of dominant but she likes being in charge and she does all of the penetrating."

"And that didn't work for her client?"

"No, he didn't like having any of his openings penetrated either. It was kind of a stand-off," she laughed. "Those kinds of mix-ups don't happen too often. Usually that kind of stuff gets straightened out beforehand, but he used the name of the friend that recommended her so she assumed he knew what the services would be; the client never asked his friend whether Naomi was a top, a bottom or both. He called her based on his friends description of her."

"So, what happened?"

"Well, he already paid her. It was for a three hour date; she had cleared her afternoon for him so she wasn't giving it back. He accepted her suggestion of a nice bubble bath together followed by a massage - she doesn't mind using her hands."

"And they did that for three hours?"

"No," she laughed again, "he lasted for only about half an hour or so. They climbed into his over-sized tub, filled with hot, soapy water, Naomi in back, her client leaning back against her. She wrapped those incredibly long legs around him, you know, like that bathtub scene in the movie, 'Pretty Woman,' and used her hands and a soft sponge to soap him up."

"I remember the scene," picturing Julia Roberts wrapping her incredibly long legs around Richard Gere's middle as she soaped him down with a soft sponge. "Sexy, very sexy indeed," I was now hanging on her every word.

"Well, it didn't take long before those long, supple fingers of her worked their way down to his groin. Tweaking his nipples with one hand, she worked her other up and down his shaft; the warm, soapy water making it very slippery. Her hand slipped from his nipples to his neck and then to his mouth, muffling his cries of growing excitement.

"Good god, this is getting me hot. Go on," I said, knowing that she was making up the details just to fire me up, and loving it.

She smiled, pleased with herself and continued her tale.

"Well, her legs went over and hooked around his thighs; she pulled them apart while continuing to stroke him slowly, pausing at the top of his shaft to use her thumb in small circles around the head of his dick before plunging back down. He was excited now, but locked in her grip he could only thrust his hips up to increase the speed and pressure of the friction. When he did, she stopped completely, silently exerting complete control over him."

"Whew, she is something else. When you said 'strictly a top,' you weren't k**ding."

"Finally, her client learned the lesson that the more he tried to do, the less she would do and he kept very still. It was agonizing, fighting the urge to move, to thrust with her hand squeezing and massaging his shaft, bringing him slowly to a peak, but only on her schedule."

"She might not be into whips and chains, but that sounds like torture; exquisitely pleasurable torture, but torture nonetheless."

"Yes indeed, she 'tortured' him. For a half-hour she massaged him, brought him just to the edge of cumming and then backed off, leaving him totally frustrated. Then she brought her fingers down to his crack and slid them along until she found his little, puckered asshole. Still gripping him tightly, she introduced a finger."

"I thought he didn't want to get penetrated."

"That was before he was aroused. You know how you get when the fires are roaring - all those 'won'ts and can'ts' just go away."

"Yeah, you're right. Once aroused, all the self-made rules do seem to go away," I said smiling, not sure if she caught my full meaning.

"Yes, so it is," she smiled back, very much aware that I was talking about myself as well as Naomi's client. She entered him with a finger and began a fluttering massage of his prostate. He nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement."

I smiled at the mental picture of an anal virgin getting a prostate massage for the first time by a voluptuous Naomi Campbell double.

"Well, he was excited beyond anything he had known before. Pre-cum leaked from his dick from the excitement and massage of his prostate. He mumbled just two words that were barely audible through her muffling hand, 'please . . . please.' With her finger still in him, she lowered the hand covering his mouth and moved it to his shaft. Taking a firm grip, she began pumping him; slowly at first and then building up speed. Afraid to move at all least she stop, he fought the overwhelming urge to thrust back. Between the pumping hand and prostate massaging finger, he exploded, shooting long ropes of his milky cum into the soapy water."

"Wow - that is so hot."

"Yes, it was," she said smiling again. But it seems she has a problem now."

"A problem - what sort of problem."

"Well, her client was completely exhausted after cumming and just wanted to sleep. Naomi, who thought she would have to last for a three hour date, took a double dose of Viagra before meeting him. She didn't get any satisfaction and she is horny beyond belief.

"And that's a problem?"

"It is if she doesn't get some relief soon," she said with a smirk.

"Good god, tell her to come over. I am here for her, for you, er . . . For whoever wants me," I said excitedly.

As I spoke, I heard a buzz. It was Katherine's cell phone which she had set on vibrate and which was now vibrating the heck out of her night stand. She picked it up.

"Oh hi Naomi. You're downstairs? Good , you made great time getting here. . . . . . .

. . . . Yes, yes, I told him about you. . . . Uh huh, he very much wants to meet you. . . . .

Yes, we'll have a party together - the three of us, just let yourself in . . . . Okay, see you soon honey - bye.

. . .

I heard the front door close and then the "click" of her heels on the tile floor of the hallway. Awkwardly, I turned to look over my shoulder, restrained somewhat by the loose, four-corners bondage I was in. The bedroom door opened and she stepped through.

Although Katherine had described her as a Naomi Campbell lookalike and I knew Naomi was tall and slender, I wasn't prepared for Naomi's stature and was a little stunned when I first saw her. She made a striking appearance, covered from shoulders to knees in a magnificent, dark maroon afghan wrap, trimmed in black. But it wasn't the afghan alone that was striking, it was the long, slender girl in it. She was tall, I mean really tall. So tall that in her high heels she had to duck a little to fit under the standard six foot, six inch doorway.

Naomi closed the door behind her and stood there for a moment taking in the full scene of me on the bed; Katherine straddling my waist, hands on my back. It was true. She looked exactly like Naomi Campbell, right down to the straight black, mid-back length hair, perfectly oval face, high cheekbones, large, puffy lips and somewhat broad, slightly flattened nose. Her lipstick and nails perfectly matched the dark maroon color of the afghan. She posed for a moment, like the cover-girl she so closely resembled, hands on hips, a supermodel's cold - somewhat blank expression on her face.

Without saying a word, she began undoing the front buttons holding the afghan together. In a few moments she had them all undone and then, with a dramatic flare, quickly opened it, slid it off her shoulders and tossed it onto the corner chair near the entrance. The outfit below was even more striking than the afghan. Naomi had on a black, open breasted halter top covered with a black, gauzy, sleeveless jacket which hid little of her charms; a bare midriff followed by a black mini-skirt, cut very short. Black stockings and black, open-toed, high heels completed the ensemble.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her flawless, dark mocha skin glistened in the soft light. Everything about her seemed elongated - her face and neck were long and held perfectly erect as was her long torso, accentuated by the bare midriff; and of course her legs, which, with the micro-mini skirt seemed to go on forever. Her arms, midriff and legs were prominently muscled - not large, but long and incredibly well defined.

She seemed not to have an ounce of fat on her anywhere, except her breasts, which being large and well-rounded, literally stood out in stark contrast to the rest of her body. While the rest of her body was a taller, elongated version of Naomi Campbell, her magnificent breasts were more like Pamela Anderson's in size and shape, even covered as they were by the gauzy material of the jacket. It was like looking at a photo montage with the breasts of one girl pasted on the body of another. It was unreal - yet very real. She was standing right there. It was not to be my last surprise about her extraordinary body.

"Hi Katherine," she said, breaking the spell I was under and bringing me back to reality. Her voice sounded completely feminine and had a slight, English accent - just like the real, British born, Naomi.

"Hi Naomi," Katherine responded smiling up at her.

"I see you've started the party already. Mind if I join you?"

"Oh, please do Naomi - Kelly here was just getting a nice, relaxing massage while we waited for you. Oops, pardon my manners, Naomi - this is Kelly. Kelly, this is Naomi."

"Hi Naomi," I said a little tentatively. "I've heard so much about you. You are even more beautiful than Katherine described," I added when I caught a brief flash of annoyance when I said Katherine had told me a lot about her.

"Thank you Kelly. Katherine can go on sometimes," she said shooting Katherine a look of mild admonishment and then smiling as she continued. "I'm glad you're not disappointed."

"No, not at all. You are even more beautiful than Katherine described."

This is seemed to please her and she came closer, taking long strides but moving gracefully with a model's erect posture. She stopped at the side of the bed nearest the bedroom entrance and looked down at the items I had brought which Katherine had strewn on the bed and night stand. She picked up a few items, the extra tethers, several types of ball stretchers and a few of the cock rings. She smiled as she inspected them and then checked out the wrist and ankle cuffs that were already on me, as well as the tethers that tied me loosely to the four corners of the bed. I smiled up at her, trying to appear as friendly and welcoming as I could but she was no longer looking at my face; Naomi was inspecting my ass, using her large hands to knead and feel my ass cheeks and thighs.

Her hands were surprisingly strong. They were large enough to cover my entire ass as she inspected me, from the very bottom of my ass cheeks where they joined the thigh to the very top at my spine. I had never felt anybody's hands on me that were that large; her fingers were incredibly long plus each was topped off by a long, perfectly manicured nail. It was a little unnerving to have such giant hands inspecting me.

Naomi's hands wandered over me, sliding up my back alongside Katherine who was still astride me and then back down along my side to my ass cheeks which she gave a firm squeeze to and then slowly down the inside of my thighs which she gently pulled a little further apart. Then one hand came up to my softened dick and gently gripped it, her fingers easily encircling it, my dick disappearing completely in her large hand. With her other hand, she reached out and cupped my dangling balls, moving her fingers to the top of the sack and again easily encircling it. She started to squeeze the sack, slowly at first and then a little firmer as she spoke.

"You know that I am strictly a top, don't you Kelly.

"Ye . . . yes," I stammered, surprised at the sudden, tight grip on my tender parts.

"Yes what Kelly?" She said, emphasizing the seriousness of the question by gripping my ball sack tighter.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, catching on quickly to the role play.

"That's better Kelly. Now, you know what a top is don't you Kelly?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do," I continued to play the part, not sure where this was going.

"Then tell me what it means just so I'm sure you really know."

"It means you're in charge Mistress."

"And what else does it mean?" She asked in a quiet but firm tone.

"It means, well it means that you're on top, when we, . . . when we, . . ."

"When we fuck, is that the word you're looking for Kelly."

"Yes Mistress," I replied meekly.

"And when I say fuck, you understand that it's me fucking you. All of my holes are off-limits. Do you understand that?"

"Yes Mistress Naomi," I said, using her full title to emphasize that I understood my role in this party.

"And you do want me to fuck you, don't you Kelly?"

"Yes Mistress, I do," I said automatically, wondering how my game of light bondage with Katherine had spun so quickly into something apparently more serious.

"How badly do you want it?"

"Very badly, Mistress," I continued still not sure where this was going.

"Badly enough to work for it?"

"Yes Mistress, badly enough to work for it," I answered, mirroring her question with my answer.

"Badly enough to do what I tell you to do, without questions?"

"Yes Mistress, badly enough to do whatever you tell me to do," I said, hoping this was just role play warm-up and not really an open-ended commitment to do anything. I was still determined to hold fast to my health/safety limits but made the decision at that moment that short of endangering myself, I would obey her.

"Good, then I think we understand each other," she said in almost a whisper as she released the pressure on my ball sack and gently massaging my dick before letting go.

She walked around the bed, checking out the attachment point leather straps and rings, and the tethers connecting them to my cuffs.

"Mind if I change how he's arranged a little Katherine," she said, more as a statement of her intent than a question.

"Help yourself Naomi. I just had him 'mish' so I thought a little 'doggie' style was in order.

"Yes, I'm sure you did," Naomi said smiling. "But I have a couple of ideas that will add to the fun."

Left unsaid, was "fun" for who. I hoped she meant all of us.

The first thing she did was loosen the tethers holding my ankles to the rear attachment points. Then she moved back up to the head of the bed, leaned over and released my wrist cuffs from the corner attachment points. As she did so, her magnificent breasts hung close to my face. My eyes were locked on those delicious looking melons. They swayed back and forth with every movement, even imprisoned as they were in the black halter and gauzy cover up.

I was a little surprised when she released my wrists from the attachment points, having assumed that she wanted stricter bondage. Naomi cleared up my misunderstanding pretty quickly when she immediately bound my wrists together using the outer velcro straps of the super cuffs (Each cuff was held on by both an inner and a much longer outer velcro strip that can connect through the rings of the other cuff before tightly encircling its own cuff.).

Naomi put one knee on the bed before leaning over and removing one of the corner attachment points and moving it to the bottom horizontal bar of the headboard, between the two center vertical bars. Deftly, she connected my joined wrist cuffs to this new, center attachment point. My hands were now closely pressed against the center two posts of the headboard and really had no comfortable position other than to grip the posts.

I took a closer look at the headboard since my hands were right up against it and noticed for the first time just how solid and heavy it was. It consisted mainly of vertical, wrought iron columns about an inch and a half in diameter, the same distance apart and about four feet high. The columns were framed by heavy, flat iron rails as wide as the columns and about a half inch thick. The columns were further strengthened by three horizontal cross-ties about a foot apart from bottom to top and welded to the columns. The arrangement provided numerous perfect attachment points for bondage.

As I was observing the headboard, Naomi came back around to the other side of the bed where the various bondage items I had brought were strewn about. She picked up a few of them and set them aside. Climbing onto the bed, she positioned herself between my legs. Picking up two of the items she had set aside, thigh cuffs, she put them on me tightly on the upper part of my thighs, well above the widest part of my leg.

"Bring me another pillow Katherine," she said, her tone indicating to me that she was accustomed to issuing directions to her.

"Sure Naomi, there's another one in the closet."

Katherine retrieved the additional pillow and handed it to Naomi.

"Okay Kelly, up on your knees," Naomi ordered, tapping my hips with her fingers to indicate that she wanted them up higher. There was plenty of slack on my ankle tethers, so I had no difficulty rising up.

"Good boy, now back up until your arms are completely straight and keep those hips up."

I gripped the center posts tighter for leverage and slowly backed up with my knees until my arms were completely straight. As soon as I stopped, I felt her hand on my dangling balls, tugging them down. I looked back between my legs and saw she was pulling them down to make room for a neoprene ball stretcher I had brought. About an inch and a half wide, it provided a very nice stretch on the ball sack and had an additional ball divider strap with a d-ring for hanging weights.

It didn't take her long to get the ball stretcher on me. I had trimmed my pubic hairs away from the base of my cock and balls so stray hairs didn't get in the way. It snapped on easily, causing my balls to bulge out of the bottom, immediately turning dark pink. The question of whether she was going to use the ball divider strap was answered quickly when I felt it being brought up between my balls and snapped into place. Looking down between my legs, I saw my two, distinctly separate testicles bulging out of the bottom of the stretcher on either side of the dividing strap.

"Mmmmmm . . . nice, very nice," Naomi said softly as she used the tips of her fingers to explore the bumps and ridges now standing out in stark relief from my well squeezed balls. I winced a bit as she pressed down on one of them, testing my reaction.

"You are a little sensitive there, aren't you Kelly?" she said with a slight laugh, seeming to enjoy the discovery.

"Yes Mistress, very sensitive. I like the feeling of tightness around them, but I'm not into pain. Ball bondage, not torture is what I enjoy."

"I don't remember asking you what you enjoy Kelly," she said with a suddenly changed tone of sternness. I could feel the pressure of her fingertips increasing on my very sensitive orbs.

"Na . . . No, no, I know you didn't ask Mistress. I just thought you might want to know, that's all," I said with difficulty as the pain from her fingertips increased.

"Don't think so much Kelly. Just listen attentively and obey immediately, that's all you have to do."

"Ye . . . yes, Mistress. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry," I said between panting breaths as I fought to control my reactions to the mounting pain.

Naomi continued to finger my balls as Katherine moved about the perimeter of the bed, repositioning the bed frame attachment points. I had heard no specific instructions to Katherine from Naomi to do this, but Katherine moved with speed and certainty. As I watched her move about deftly re-positioning the straps and tethers, it occurred to me that Katherine must have done this before with Naomi. This was no thrown together tag-team. They had obviously worked together many times before this. I also had the sense that Katherine was not just Naomi's roommate and TS call-girl partner. There was some sort of relationship there. What it was I was not sure, but it was clear that between the two of them, Naomi was definitely in charge.

With my mind mainly focused on Naomi's hand massaging my balls, it seemed just a matter of moments before Katherine had all of the attachment points and tethers in place and hooked up. She moved about the perimeter of the bed pulling on the tether tails to tighten them. First she did the ankles, taking the slack out of the tethers but not pulling them completely tight. Then the tethers attached to my thighs; again just removing the slack but not pulling them taut.

Katherine went around to the foot of the bed and handed a tether clip end to Naomi. The other end was connected to an attachment point placed at the bottom-center of the wrought iron footboard. Naomi gripped my ball sack firmly and pulled them down and back, then clipped the tether to the d-ring at the bottom of the ball divider. Naomi slowly removed the slack from the tether connecting my ball sack to the bottom center of the footboard. Unlike the tethers on my legs, she went beyond just taking the slack out and put a real strain on the line.

"Ohh . . . Oh," I grunted more in surprise than pain as my ball sack was drawn back and the attachment point for my wrist cuffs prevented me from backing up to reduce the strain. I was being stretched at the shoulders and balls, being drawn apart. Just as I started to panic and began moaning loudly, Naomi stopped pulling on the tether tail. I had begun shaking a little, quivering in sudden fear as the "scene" started to go beyond what I had expected.

I continued to moan softly as Naomi and Katherine worked in perfect, practiced unison to bind my legs open. Naomi placed her hands against the inside of my thighs and pushed them further apart. As she did so, Katherine moved quickly to remove the new slack in the thigh tethers, pulling first one and then the other tautly. I don't know whether I was surprised or just stunned at the turn of events but I did not resist at all as my knees were spread apart to their utmost capacity before being secured tightly in that position. Similarly, Naomi gripped first one ankle and then the other as Katherine pulled on each ankle tether to secure them at their widest possible stretch.

I was panting now in both pain and fear as my hips and shoulder joints burned with the pain of the stretch and my balls ached from the pressure of the stretcher-divider and severe bondage to the footboard. Suddenly, I felt cold, very cold and began to shiver. I was perspiring heavily; I was completely covered by a thin layer of slick sweat. My mouth was open as I sucked in air like a fish out of water. I couldn't move in any direction without greatly ramping up the pain in my stretched joints or balls

I looked up at Katherine who was now climbing back onto the bed near my stretched arms. I looked up at her and in s a soft, pleading voice said:

"Too tight, it's . . . it's too tight. Please . . . please . . ."

Katherine didn't respond at first. In another move that surprised me, she suddenly swung her leg over my upper torso and sat down heavily on my upper back, pinning my upper chest to the mattress and causing me to open my mouth wide and cry out in pain. It was obviously the reaction she wanted, because with expert speed and precision, she immediately wedged a ring gag into my mouth, placing it behind my upper and lower front teeth and then drawing it very tightly around the back of my head until the straps dug deeply into the corners of my mouth folding them inward.

I grunted in surprise and pain but little came out after she stuffed a pair of panties into the open ring. My jaw was spread so widely that it felt like it was about to dislocate. I tried to yell as loudly as I could but only a feeble, muffled groan resulted. This had gone from an incredibly sexy experience to some kind of unknown adventure and now seemed to be crossing over into nightmare territory. I didn't know where this was going but I realized for the first time that bound and gagged as I was, that I was just a passenger along the for ride. I not only had no control over the route or destination but could no longer even communicate either my desires or objections. I could only hope that they weren't some sort of team of demented serial killers because I was done for if they were.

This sudden awareness of my helplessness crossed my mind in a flash. I had no time to dwell on it. Things were still happening rapidly around me as Naomi and Katherine continued along their seemingly well practiced routine. Naomi came forward, over my outstretched leg and took up a position at the head of the bed kneeling on one knee in front of me, her knee just touching the top of my shoulder, her other stockinged leg extended across the front of the bed, the crook of her knee resting on my pinioned wrists.

Katherine took a firm grip of my hair and pulled it back lifting my face up to look at Naomi in all of her grandeur. Katherine leaned over and slowly licked some of the perspiration on my brow, as though she was tasting me. She slid her tongue down along the side of my face, curled it under my jaw and then up until she reached my ear. Taking my earlobe gently between her lips, she sucked on it, using her tongue to tickle the inside of it before grazing the inside of my earlobe with her lips. It was incredibly sexy and sent a jolt of excitement coursing through me that seemed to lift me out of my state of fear. Then with her lips still grazing my ear she said in a husky whisper loud enough for Naomi to hear:

"You will love this Kelly. You'll see. You'll thank me later - I promise you. Now just relax. Do as you're told and you'll be fine. Accept the circumstance - don't fight it. It won't help anyway if you do," she chuckled slightly. "Naomi will have her way with you no matter what you do now. Her will is mine. She is bursting at the seams and must be serviced," she said with the fervent enthusiasm of a true believer. "I am here to serve Naomi," she said, finally fully clarifying the relationship between the two. "Now you are too. Enjoy it - it is the greatest pleasure you will ever have."

As she spoke, I looked up at Naomi and just took in the stunning sight. She had removed her filmy jacket so her oversized breasts jutted out from the open-breast halter in all of their glory. Melon sized and perfectly round, each of the mocha colored orbs was tipped by a dark chocolate colored areola and thimble sized nipples that were already rigidly at attention. She was still in her micro-mini but she was deftly removing it as Katherine finished her whispered advice to me. I heard the "whirrr" of a zipper and then it was gone, just like that, the zipper apparently going all of the way to the bottom of the skirt because she whisked it off in one swift motion.

My head was tilted to the side and back as far as it would go but I still had to roll my eyes up to the top of their sockets to take in all of her lengthy body. I was positioned low, chin on the mattress, between her legs as I looked up to take in the impossibly sexy sight. Her legs seemed to go on forever; long shapely stalks of muscled firmness each encased in a smooth, nylon sheath. Above the tops of her nylons, her thighs looked silky smooth. Impossible to miss was the enormous bulge in her spandex type panty briefs. When Katherine said she was bursting at the seams, she wasn't k**ding. The swollen spandex looked like it would split its seams at any moment and still it couldn't fully contain the serpent within. The head of that snake peaked out atop the front waistband, oozing precum and glistening in the light. Continuing upward, my gaze fell on her slim, hard midriff which rippled with her abdominal muscles. Then her magnificent swollen b**sts hung from her chest as she leaned forward; finally her lovely face, perfectly made-up to achieve the "Naomi Campbell" look.

Even as severely bound as I was and as worried about my predicament, I still felt an enormous thrill of excitement course through me as I looked up at her. She was a creature from another world - neither man nor woman but more than each, together all in one package. It was like some kind of science fiction or fantasy story, truly it seemed a third gender was before me, but it was all real and she was right in front of me, her long legs spread out before me. Even more than her astounding physical appearance was her extraordinary presence, the feeling of utter control that seemed to just emanate from her very being. It all seemed effortless for her. Naomi was like an ultra sharp, red hot knife and I was her butter.

Naomi looked down at me and smiled. She seemed able to read my thoughts and feelings perfectly and knew just how confused and excited I was. Katherine's words still rang in my ears:

"She is bursting at the seams and must be serviced. . . . I am here to serve Naomi." She didn't say those words like she was repeating scripted lines in a role play skit. It was obvious to me that she really meant them. Laying there, pinned like a frog in a high school dissection class, gazing up at this utterly unique persona, power and sex oozing from her every pore, I suddenly understood Katherine and her relationship with Naomi. I can't explain it but although I should have logically been feeling fear and dread at my dire and unexpected circumstances, I suddenly became aware that I felt nothing of the sort. What I felt was a tremendous sense of anticipation - I couldn't wait for whatever was going to happen, to happen; and I now too felt the powerful, irresistible urge to serve Naomi - to please her in any way that I could.

Still with a slight, knowing smile, Naomi edged closer sliding the leg she was kneeling on until the top of her thigh touched the side of my face. Both the nylon and her skin felt so smooth, yet under the smoothness, beneath the nylon stocking and soft skin, there was the steely harness of sinewy, hardened muscle that rippled with power under its soft cover. Katherine continued her tight grip on my hair, holding it back, forcing my face to turn upwards. Naomi's eyes locked onto mine and watched my reaction as she leaned her swollen groin forward until it pressed into my mouth locked open by the ring gag.

Again, there was this uncanny combination of silky smoothness from the spandex briefs covering hardness, steely hardness from her engorged member. But there were even more sensations felt by my sensitive lips - heat, an amazing amount of heat emanating through the spandex; moisture, the wetness of her precum that had soaked through the front of the panties and rolled down from the waistband where the glistening head peeked out; and taste, the taste and aroma of arousal from both the pre-cum and perspiration that had built up in her crotch.

Altogether, my senses were overwhelmed. I tried to process them; to understand them but they were all new; they washed over me faster than I could analyze or interpret them. It ignited something in me that I had never felt before. I had been sexually excited before, even deeply and passionately in lust, but I had never slipped loose from the boundary of reason and sense, never really been reduced to nothing more than a trembling mass of agitated pleasure neurons, all aquiver and seeking ignition as I was now. I had disappeared as a person. At that moment, I felt nothing but the powerful, irresistible urge to serve Naomi, to merge or submerge myself in her.

Naomi continued to smile, supremely confident of her power over me. She slid back and then bent her other leg until she was balanced on both widely spread knees. She leaned forward until her elbows rested on my shoulders offering her enormous breasts to me, burying her cleavage against my lips. She reached around the back of my head with her left hand and pulled me into her as she used her other hand to slide her spandex briefs off her hips. I felt Katherine, still straddling my back, shift her weight and then reach over towards Naomi; she helped her pull them down.

Slowly, Naomi inserted two of her long fingers in my ring-gag opened mouth and pulled out the panties that had been crammed in there, muffling me, drawing them out slowly over my lips.

"Lick my nipples Kelly. They need attention," she whispered as she tugged on my head to press my face against her chest.

I extended my tongue through the ring gag and began licking her left nipple in small, slow circles, tasting her as I went. She offered the other one to me and I licked it as well. She held me against her chest as I worked on one nipple and then the other. They were so large and so hard, I had never felt nipples like them before. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Naomi pull her spandex briefs free of her ankles and feet and then toss them off the bed. Then she rose up off her elbows and resumed her previous position, kneeling on her right leg, her left leg extended back over the other side of me and down across the right side of my face, neck and torso.

I was between her legs now and looking straight across at her low hanging balls, dangling just above the mattress. They too were outsized, each about the size of a small lemon, they hung heavily in her loose ball sack. Katherine tugged a little on my hair tilting my head back a bit. The rest of Naomi's genitals came into view and I gasped in surprise. Like the rest of her, it was larger than life. A light mocha color at the head and darker along the shaft, her dick was impossibly large. Can a penis be enlarged by plastic surgery or implants? I had no idea - but it didn't seem possible that such an appendage could develop naturally.

I was no stranger to larger than life sized looking dicks. I had been taken by strap-ons of varying sizes for many years. The largest I had fully taken in my ass had been an eight by two inch Realistic just the previous year but only after being patiently opened up and stretched by the domme that took me; first with fingers, then with an inflatable plug, then a speculum, followed by a couple of smaller dildos. Naomi's member dwarfed that Realistic both in length and width. The closest dildo I had seen close up that even closely compared in size was the Jeff Stryker model which was about nine by two and a quarter inches. The domme had tried to take me with it but it hurt so badly that I had to use a safe word to get her to stop and withdraw it.

Naomi's was larger.

The Stryker was shaped differently than Naomi's dick. It was thickest just behind the head, then narrowed somewhat along the rest of the shaft. It was that thickest part that hurt like hell when she tried to penetrate me with it. Naomi's, on the other hand, was cut and had a mushroom shaped head about two inches wide with very distinctive glans. Unlike the Stryker dildo, the shaft behind the glans was narrower than the head, but it then thickened gradually until it was back to about two inches thick about half way down. But the thickening didn't stop there. It continued to increase in girth all the way down the shaft. The base of Naomi's dick was thicker than any real dick I had ever seen in any porn flick. It appeared to be about the thickness of a soda can at the base, which means it must have been about two and a half inches wide.

It was also certainly longer than the eight inch Realistic that I had been taken with previously and appeared even longer than the Stryker dildo. It might have been ten or even eleven inches long - who knows. It was huge. Given that it was also completely shaven and that I was very close to it, it appeared monstrously, impossibly large. Knowing how tight my little rosebud was and being quite certain in the knowledge that she was about to fuck me there with that huge tool, I felt shivers of fear coursing through my body. But there was something else too. I have to admit that there was also the overwhelming urge to serve and please Naomi and the most intense feelings of lust and excitement that I have ever felt at the prospect of doing so.

I started to panic, struggling against my bindings, fearing what was to come but also longing for it. The two emotions were so intertwined that I could not separate them. In my struggles, I had only succeeded in hurting my already aching balls and stretched shoulders. I heard Naomi laugh out loud at my reaction. Katherine leaned over and whispered in my ear:

"You must serve her. Try to relax when she fucks you. Trust me - eventually you will enjoy it - in fact, you won't be able to get enough of it," she said almost wistfully, a tinge of envy in her voice.

Her words soothed me somewhat. I also knew that escape was impossible. It was going to happen. I stopped struggling. I willed myself to believe her - hoping that Naomi would go slowly and stop if I was unable to take it all, as I was then certain that I couldn't. Maybe she would only put it half way in and would cum quickly I rationalized. I was sure I could mange to take half of it if I was opened and stretched sufficiently.

I didn't have time to dwell on my fears. Things were still happening quickly around me. Naomi edged closer and thrust her hips forward, putting her enormous genital package directly over my upturned face. Her large balls hung low just an inch or so from my ring gag opened mouth. Naomi's huge, erect shaft hung just below horizontal, and pulsed with her heart beat, bouncing slightly up and down as it hung there. It was thickly veined all over, the ropey sinew stood out through the thin skin. It was also very shiny, slick from pre-cum that continued to ooze from the slit at the tip and rolled slowly down the shaft.

She continued to lower herself until her purplish, brown balls rested on my ring gag opened lips. Her shaft came down and rested heavily across my nose, cheek and forehead. The weight and heat of it was unbelievable.

"Lick it," she commanded.

My tongue slid out through my opened lips and immediately met the soft underside of her ball sack. It was completely hairless as was the rest of her pubic region and felt very smooth to the tip of my tongue. The taste and smell were pleasant - sort of half musk and half citrusy taste of what must have been the same body wash soap that Katherine used. The lower ball rested on my tongue and it felt very heavy. I managed to extend more of my tongue until the flat part of it found the underside of her sack and began licking in slow, short strokes. I was licking between the balls and felt the bumps and nodules of the balls and connecting vessels.

I can't explain the tremendous thrill and pleasure I felt in this deeply submissive act. At that moment, I wanted to serve Naomi, to give her pleasure and receive her approval. I focused all of my attention on giving her pleasure, using my tongue to tickle and gently massage her balls as best I could given the constraints of my movement. As I worked at it, Naomi looked up at the ceiling and moaned in pleasure. I could feel her ball sack tighten up a bit, the ridges of her scrotum getting thicker as pleasure coursed through. An enormous sense of fulfillment washed over me at eliciting this reaction. I was serving her and she liked it.

Naomi used her hand to press her incredibly hot shaft down onto me and began thrusting with it. The pre-cum covered shaft slid easily across my face, pressing against the side of my nose, cheek and forehead. I licked her balls faster, tonguing the soft underside in long strokes through the ring gag. I felt her hot, slick dick pulse with excitement as she pressed it hard against my face. Looking up, I saw her large breasts dance and jiggle as she stroked back and forth. Then she drew her hips back, drawing her heavy, hot cock across my face until the engorged head rested on my opened lips. With one hand she guided the head to the opening but found the ring gag opening too small to allow it to pass. Instead she drew circles with it around the inside of my wide open lips. Without any spoken direction I knew what she wanted and was eager to please. I extended my tongue until it touched the slit opening of her cock, tasting her pre-cum for the first time. It was hot, slick and salty. She looked down at me, her eyes locked onto mine and there was just a hint of a smile. She knew she had me - body and soul.

If there was some sort of signal given, I didn't catch it. But suddenly, in unison, Naomi and Katherine shifted positions. Like a well choreographed dance, Naomi moved back over my outstretched leg, positioning herself between my legs behind me as Katherine climbed off my upper back and shifted around in front of me, kneeling over my outstretched arms, her back to the headboard. Katherine now filled my field of vision and she remained a lovely sight. It was obvious from her stiff and pulsating rod that she was aroused, very aroused. Like Naomi, she slid forward, grasped a handful of my hair from the top of my head and slowly pulled it back forcing me to look up at her dangling balls. She was offering them to me and I didn't refuse her. Again, my tongue snaked out from my ring-gagged mouth and began licking her soft sack.

While Katherine occupied my attention in front, I was vaguely aware of Naomi behind me. She was massaging my ass cheeks, gently at first but then with increasing pressure until she was squeezing and kneading them hard with her powerful hands. She ran her thumbs down the inner crack of my ass and then pulled them apart roughly as though she was inspecting the goods. I felt the tip of her thumb at my entrance testing my reaction to pressure. Then I felt the cool drip of the gel as she used her other hand to squeeze out a generous dollop of lube directly on my ass crack. Then she ran her thumb up and down my crack spreading the gel before stopping at the entrance and dipping in.

Of course, I was already well lubricated and somewhat loosened from my previous session with Katherine so her thumb slipped in easily. I barely felt it go in and was mainly occupied by Katherine and her engorged dick in front of me. Like Naomi, she started out sliding it across my face, its smaller size and heft immediately evident to me. Again, like Naomi she guided the head to my ring-gag opened mouth. Unlike Naomi she was small enough to slide in through the opening She inserted just the head into my mouth. I responded immediately with my tongue, laving all around the smooth head.

I have always been a stickler for safe sex and had determined before I started this that I would not do bareback anything. Now trussed up as I was, spread wide, bound and gagged, I was hardly in a position to insist on anything. I am not even sure that I could have made my objections heard through the gag or that they would have listened. But all those things became moot because for the first time in my life I was so aroused, so singularly focused on pleasing my partners, so into the moment and detached from every other part of life that the question or concern never crossed my mind. In the past, whenever I have had sex, whether vanilla or kinky, I had always kept a small, rational part of me detached from the scene - almost observing. For the very first time, I was in a scene that consumed all of me; I had left nothing in reserve. Nobody was watching, not even me.

Naomi replaced her thumb with two fingers and I felt the change although they went in smoothly too. Again, Katherine seemed to be able to perfectly coordinate her actions with Naomi, distracting me as she slowly slid her dick further into my mouth, moaning softly as she went. I could taste her salty pre-cum on the back of my tongue and I had to work hard to swallow my saliva, both the ring gag and her shaft making it difficult to swallow. She eased her hips back, sliding her rod nearly out before slowly coming forward again, my tongue curling to create a channel for her.

For the first time I felt some pain as Naomi stretched my anal sphincter wide enough to accommodate a third finger. Her fingers were long and seemed to reach up inside me as they slowly sank in. Instinctively I tried to withdraw, move forward, away from them but I was immediately stopped short by the tether and ball stretcher holding my sack tightly in place. In fact, to keep the pressure and pain on my ball sack manageable I actually had to push back on the intruding fingers. It was clear that whatever she chose to penetrate me with, I had to not only take it but actually push back to meet it. It was a devilishly clever position that they had put me in.

Again, through some sort of magical connection between them or just simply frequent practice, Naomi and Katherine's actions were perfectly synchronized. As Katherine slid about half of her seven inch dick into my mouth, Naomi slid about the same length in fingers in my ass. This went on for several minutes, like two lumberjacks with a saw they went back and forth, plunging in and pulling back until again there was some sort of unspoken signal between them to move on to the next step in this minuet. Katherine withdrew her dick from my mouth and then unfolded her legs, turned on her left side facing me, slid her left leg over my arms but under my chin while swinging her right leg up and over hooking the back of my neck. She had me in a kind of scissor lock that she could tighten whenever she wanted just my flexing her right leg a little.

As Katherine maneuvered herself to essentially "cross the T," Naomi withdrew her fingers and moved up closely behind - so close that I could feel the smoothness of her stockinged legs against the backs of my thighs and the heat and weight of her oversized truncheon pressing down at the top of my ass crack. Just as I felt the pressure of Katherine's leg on the back of my neck pulling me tightly to her crotch, I felt the pressure of Naomi's powerful fingers on my ass crack opening it up widely like a ripe peach. Katherine's genitals filled my entire field of vision as the head of her cock approached my mouth just as I felt the pressure of Naomi's cock head at my rear entrance.

Naomi used her thumbs to dig deeply into my ass crack and yanked the cheeks widely apart as the pressure on my anus yielded results. It hurt as I was stretched well beyond that done by Katherine previously. I had the presence of mind to breathe deeply and push out which seemed to relax the sphincter somewhat. Just as I thought the stretching had been enough, Naomi's glans pressed their way in stretching me further.

"Uh ... uhhh!," I grunted through the ring gag as the last of Naomi's flared glans passed through the tight sphincter and lodged themselves at the entrance to my rectum. She held herself there and I panted to try and relax and loosen up.

It was while I was panting that I felt Katherine's thigh and calf muscles tighten around the back of my neck drawing me into her crotch. She was fully erect now and the smaller head of her dick passed easily over my lips and through the ring holding my mouth open. Using her leg to hold my head in place, she slowly contracted her abdominals and glutes, thrusting her rod deeper into my mouth. In unison, Naomi thrust herself into my rear, nearly tearing my cheeks off as she pulled them apart as far as they would go as she pressed herself into my nether cavity.

It was a strange feeling being doubly penetrated. My focus on one penetration was constantly shifted to the other and then back again as each set off a kaleidoscope of sensations - taste, smell, heat and weight as Katherine's member penetrated my mouth; heat, pressure, stretching and sense of power as Naomi slid into my ass. I could feel Naomi's large cock head filling me as it slid in. I had loosened up a bit so the pain of stretching transformed itself to the incredibly wonderful sensation of being filled up and being powerfully taken.

Just as I focused on that snake filling my ass, Katherine went further in her thrust and speeded up, drawing my attention back to my mouth and the insistent rod thrusting its way in. Although I had many experiences receiving a blow job, I had never given one before that day so every sensation was new and unexpected. The heat on my tongue and the salty taste of pre-cum dominated at first and then there was the thrusting action itself, the speed and the depth in which I could do nothing to control. At one point, the head slid all of the way in to the back of my throat triggering my gag reflex. I coughed and sputtered - "So that's what that feels like," I thought as tears came to my eyes and fluid leaked from my nose.

I barely had time to recover from the gagging before Naomi pressed herself in further. Just as she reached the very end of my rectum, I felt more pressure on my anus stretching me further as her dick widened towards its base. Again she pulled me open with her powerful thumbs and fingers, gripping me tightly and suddenly jerking my cheeks open so hard that I thought she would split me at the top and bottom of my crack. The sudden jerked opening hurt but that pain was immediately overtaken by the pain of her large dick head pushing hard against the sphincter separating my rectum from the colon and the pain of the stretching at the entrance as the fat base of her dick pressed itself in.

Suddenly the thrusting pressure in my ass stopped and Naomi withdrew her cock an inch or two just as Katherine began increasing the speed of her thrusts in my mouth.

"Use your tongue Kelly. I want to feel that tongue," she urged me as her pace quickened.

I immediately complied, trying my best to use my tongue but I couldn't quite time the thrusts and mostly just flailed about. Katherine took complete control, flexed her leg at the back of my neck to hold me tightly to her and then just thrust away in short, rapid strokes. Every time she went deep, I gagged and coughed which interrupted her pace but somehow she seemed to like the idea of giving me that experience. Then she thrust in deeply and held it. I gagged and began to cough but this time she didn't withdraw. In fact, I felt her squeeze the back of my neck tighter with her powerful leg muscles and held me there, vice-like, unable to move.

"Take it Kelly, . . . take all of it." How do you like deep-throating? Lot's of fun, isn't it?" She said sarcastically, taking some pleasure in giving me the full experience.

I began to panic as she remained motionless, dick jammed all the way in until it slid past the back of my throat. I couldn't breathe. I had an overwhelming urge to cough but couldn't even do that. I looked up at her and pleaded with my eyes - "let me go, please let me go."

Finally, she relented, slowly withdrawing her dick half way out and letting me cough and drool until I was done.

"Just thought you wanted the fully experience. Didn't mean to scare you," she said and smiled a little.

As my coughing stopped, her thrusting began again, slowly at first and then increasing in speed. Naomi resumed her thrusting in my ass although she only penetrated me with about half of her dick before withdrawing and thrusting again. I could feel Katherine's muscles tense as her arousal increased. She began breathing faster and faster, finally panting as she thrust back and forth, my face held rigidly steady by her powerful leg and the handful of hair she gripped, pulling my head back. I could feel her dick actually expand in my mouth and her ball sack tighten.

Without any warning, she went off, grunting loudly and yelling, "I'm cuming, I'm cummmmming. . . Urrrrrrrrrrrgggggaaaaaaaa! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The first spurt hit the back of my throat with tremendous force. It was hot, almost scalding and very thick. It stuck there for a moment and then began sliding down just as the next spurt hit with just as much force as the first. I wasn't ready for it so I started to gag as some of it got into my wind pipe. I coughed and gagged violently as she blew a third load into me and then a fourth, followed quickly by a fifth; each time thrusting violently into me and grunting loudly.

I used my tongue to try and clear my mouth, swallowing some, pushing some out. I felt the hot, viscous fluid seep out of my lips around her cock still resting in my mouth. It was hot and salty and had a faint bleach or chlorine taste to it. It was my first time tasting cum. Before this day, just the idea of tasting cum, mine or especially someone else's would have grossed me out. It would have been unthinkable. That all changed in the course of an afternoon with Katherine and Naomi. All of my boundaries had been blown away. And it wasn't bad. There were few better demonstrations of utter submission.

Katherine took a deep breath, sighed loudly and then slowly withdrew her cock until it slipped from my mouth, a long strand of cum mixed with saliva stretched between us until it finally broke. She was still semi-hard, her member glistened in the soft light. She let go of my hair and relaxed the grip of her leg around my neck, bringing her index finger down to my chin and then running it up to my lips, collecting the cum that had leaked out.

"Take all of it Kelly. You don't want to miss any."

I responded immediately, sliding my tongue out to gather it in, licking her fingertip as a kitten would lick milk off the fingertip of its owner. I swallowed it and looked up at her.

"Now clean it . . . clean it all up," she said offering her cum covered dick to me, placing it over my ring opened lips.

Again, I complied immediately, slowly licking her shaft and around the head of her softening cock until it was covered only with saliva. I had taken the last salty drops of her cum.

"Good boy Kelly," she said as she patted my head.

I took several deep breaths before I realized that Naomi had started fucking my ass again. My brief respite was over. It was time to service Naomi now and I focused my attention on that. I relaxed my anus as best I could, pushing out to open it and moving my hips back slightly to meet her thrusts. Naomi noticed the change in my focus, and slapped my butt hard.

"Yes, Kelly, it's my turn now. It's my turn."

I barely noticed Katherine pulling away from me, sliding over and down the side of my torso until she dipped her head and shoulders under my widely spread thigh until her face was under my groin, her body perpendicular to mine. Naomi had quickened her pace and was fucking me in short, powerful thrusts. Katherine reached up and took a grip on my semi-hard dick, squeezing it tightly at the base, pulsing it before sliding her hand up towards the head and then down again. She was stroking me now, quickly, in time with Naomi's thrusts. Each powerful thrust in was met by Katherine downward stroke on my cock. She was holding my shaft as one would a dagger and each Naomi thrust was met by a tight-fisted "stab" of my shaft into my groin.

The technique was incredibly arousing. Perhaps it was the dual pressure on my prostate or the combination of prostate pressure and pressure on nerve endings in my dick, but every stroke of Naomi and Katherine generated an increasingly powerful zing of pleasure that seemed to originate deep in my ass and then radiate outward like a small explosion. I had never felt anything like it before.

Whether it was the increasing pleasure or the distraction of both of them working on me I don't know but I seemed to loosen up. Even my involuntary sphincters were giving way. Naomi's strokes seemed to lengthen. I felt the unmistakable passage of her large dick head through the sphincter separating rectum from colon. The sensation of being thoroughly filled was very satisfying and seemed to mask the pain of the stretching necessary to fit the wider base of her dick through my anus.

It seemed impossible before but I was taking her entire dick into my ass - all ten or eleven inches of it, down to the two and a half inch wide base. She was going "balls deep" into me and although I felt the pressure of the stretch, the pain was gone. My endorphin levels must have been over the top. She was fucking me now in long, rapid strokes, as she continued to hold my ass cheeks wide apart to accommodate her. I closed my eyes and began to whimper softly, completely lost in the moment, enjoying the utter thrill of being powerfully fucked by this huge cock, being completely filled while my dick was being pumped and stroked by Katherine.

I felt Naomi thrust herself all of the way into me and hold it instead of withdrawing. Katherine held my dick tightly at the base and pressed it like a dagger into my groin. I felt a series of small, powerful contractions deep in my ass, each one immensely pleasurable - comparable to an orgasm but without the great muscular contractions and ejaculation. It kept going on and on. It was exquisitely pleasurable. Wherever I was at that moment, I never wanted to come back.

I vaguely felt Naomi move behind me as though repositioning herself. As that happened, I felt a smooth, warm, wetness engulf the head of my dick. I opened my eyes and glanced down between my legs. Katherine had taken the head of my dick into her mouth and was gently sucking on it, swirling her tongue around my engorged head. It didn't seem possible but the level of pleasurable sensations shot up. It was beyond the pleasure of orgasm. It can't even be described.

Again, I vaguely felt Naomi repositioning herself, this time seeming to rise up behind me. With her enormous dick still deeply buried in my ass and held there, I felt first one leg and then the other of Naomi's climb over my thigh and then hook back around under it. Her weight was completely on my lower back and ass as she snaked first one leg and then the other down along mine before hooking her feet behind my knees. Her hands left the cheeks of my ass and moved up, first to my nipples which she squeezed and pulled, before moving to my shoulders, her powerful fingers wrapped themselves around my collarbone from underneath.

Finally, she resumed fucking me, but now with enormous leverage, her first thrust took my breath away. Using her powerful legs, arms, hands, abs and glutes in unison, she withdrew almost all of the way from my ass and then blasted her way back in with one massive thrust. It was unbelievable. I felt like a rag doll. She continued, one massive thrust followed by another, then another, her pace increased. To keep my balls from being ripped off by the forward force of her thrusts I had to time her thrusts and thrust my ass back to meet it.

I was completely lost, like a rutting a****l thrusting back, completely abandoning myself to her, feeling every inch of her blow through me, splitting me, filling me; her entire body engulfing me. Katherine continued to work my shaft with hand and tongue. I was experiencing a kind of continuous orgasm. Instead of ejaculation, cum flowed from my cock, impelled only by the contractions of my prostate and gravity. Katherine consumed all of it and squeezed my shaft hard to get more. She reached up with her other hand and gripped my already tightly bound balls and squeezed them, seeking more juice.

Naomi pounded into me. The sound of her hips slapping my ass cheeks with every massive thrust filled the room. Then the increasingly loud sound of her breathing, panting added to the slap, slap, slap of her body against mine. I felt her arm and hands grip me tighter, her legs tensed and gripped my legs. Each thrust seemed to increase the tension in he body. Her grunts added to the sound of her panting. Her cock seemed to grow, expand inside of my body until every crevice of my ass was filled. I was so lost in the pleasure of the moment that my only conscious thought was "don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

Then there was a massively powerful thrust into me and she froze, gripping me so tightly with her arms and legs that I couldn't move, couldn't even breathe, then a loud cry came from her that surprised me:

"Aaaaarrraaaahhhhhhh! AAAAAHHHHHHHH! Cummmmmmmin!"

I felt her cock suddenly expand as though rapidly inflated and then all hell broke loose as her entire body jerked and spasmed. I felt the impact of her hot load deep in my gut. She continued to spasm, thrust and flail with her entire body, holding me in a death grip as she pumped load after load of hot jism into me. I had this incredible feeling of satisfaction at pleasing her at being her vessel that she was filling up. Katherine continued to grip my shaft and balls, pumping and squeezing in sync with Naomi's wild thrusts and I then I exploded, ejaculating wildly into her mouth. I literally saw stars, bright flashes of light as I strained against my bonds. I was completely and utterly drained.

I felt Katherine release my shaft and, using both hands, unsnapped the ball stretcher gripping my sack, thus releasing me from the tether holding my balls to the footboard. I collapsed forward, Naomi still completely on top of me, still shuddering as she pulsed and spasmed, the last of her jism squirting out before she finally stopped and went completely still.

We were all motionless, a moment frozen in time. I was only semi-conscious, floating off somewhere as my brain, like an overloaded computer, stopped and tried to re-boot. I don't know how long I was out, but some minutes later I felt Naomi move and shift a bit. Her cock was still embedded in my ass but it had softened and I felt her withdraw it slowly until I felt it exit entirely. Immediately, I felt a warm fluid running down my crack and inner thighs. My first thought was that it was blood. But the flow stopped after a few moments or so which somehow reassured me.

Naomi remained on top of me as Katherine went about the perimeter of the bed releasing the tethers that held me spread open and bound. I became aware that my hips hurt, spread as they were for so long and supporting not only my weight but Naomi's as well. My ass was sore but didn't really hurt. It was kind of a good sore feeling. I felt Naomi's warm breath at my ear as she lay her head beside mine, her body still on top of me. She was breathing deeply; her chest expanding against my back. I felt warm and comfortable beneath her, somehow covered and protected.

It was some time before either of us stirred again. I think I fell asleep for a few minutes. From the sound of Naomi's slow, even breathing, I think she did too. It wasn't until Katherine returned carrying a tray that either one of us moved.

"Orange Juice - will get your blood sugar back up," she said smiling as though doing a commercial.

Each glass had a straw. I lifted my head slightly and sipped one, a little startled and pleased by the intense orange flavor and the cold. Naomi stirred above me and then slowly rose up until she was sitting astride me. I looked back over my shoulder and saw her take a long sip and then another. She took a deep breath after that, her sweat shiny, melon sized breasts seeming to fill with air as her chest rose. She was still strikingly beautiful, "Naomi Campbell" in every respect, well almost every respect, even with her make-up smudged and worn off. Her cock lay soft and dormant on top of my bleached white ass, still slowly oozing small drops of almost clear fluid.

Her wide smile warmed my heart. It was the first time I had seen her really smile. She was obviously completely satisfied. I had pleased her and that gave me a tremendous feeling of personal satisfaction. I can't explain why serving her was so important to me. I can't really explain any of this, but it was and it all made sense in the moment.

After a few minutes, Naomi swung her leg around and "dismounted," moving off the bed to retrieve her clothes. Wordlessly, she put them on, looking at me as she dressed. I rolled over on my back and sat up, drawing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. I looked down and saw the large, wet circle under my butt where her fluids had seeped out of me. The stain was tinged in pink. Apparently, a little part of me was torn in the process.

The rational part of my brain was returning rapidly, the "re-booting" process almost complete, and with pink stained sheet beneath me I asked them if they had recently been tested for HIV. There was a long pause as Naomi and Katherine looked at each other. In that moment I was afraid, very afraid.

"Yes honey, Katherine and me were tested day before yesterday, and we're both clean," she said smiling, seeing the relief that must have been evident on my face.

"Otherwise we never would have gone at you bareback. We would never hurt anybody."

"Tha . . . thank you," I stammered, a great weight that had suddenly been dropped on my chest just as suddenly had been lifted.

"How about you, Kelly? Been tested?"

"Well . . . er, no, not recently," I said somewhat embarrassed at my selfish focus on my safety and not theirs. "But I haven't done anything that would expose me to risk - at least not before this," I said trying to reassure them.

"I'm sure you haven't," Naomi said with just a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "You can't be too careful these days."

"No, no you can't," I replied, the irony of her advice not lost on me.

As I rolled over and off the bed I suddenly felt stiff and sore all over. My hips and shoulders registered their complaints at having been stretched out for so long. My asshole and balls let me know that there is no free lunch. There is a flip side to discovering the most intense, long lasting pleasure I had ever felt, and I was experiencing that other side now.

"Do you mind if I use your shower?" I asked Katherine.

"Not at all - please do. It's around the corner there," she said motioning towards the master bathroom.

"Do you mind if we join you?" Naomi piped up, smiling a little, almost surprised by her own request."

"Na . . .no, not at all. I'd love to have you join me, I said smiling," not at all sure where this was going and almost certain that I had nothing left to give and was way too sore to receive anything.

The separate shower enclosure was large and easily fit the three of us. The warm water felt so good. Even better, Naomi and Katherine took turns soaping me up and rinsing me off with the removable nozzle and hose. There was a lot of touching and stroking and many warm, wet kisses from both of them. Finally, Naomi turned off the shower. The three of us stepped out and helped dry each other off with Katherine's large, soft, bath towels. It was a wonderful finish to an extraordinary day.

Back in the bedroom, I dressed slowly, not wanting it to end. Eventually, I got the last button buttoned and the last zipper zipped. Although they didn't ask for anything more, I took my wallet out and put some additional bills on the nightstand .

"Thanks Kelly," Katherine said as Naomi watched wordlessly.

"No, thank you, thank you both for an incredibly great time. You've opened new doors for me; given me a new perspective. I wish there was some other way to thank you."

"See us again, Kelly. See us again. I know we'll find some way you can thank us," Naomi said with a smile and a glint in her eye.

"Yes, yes I will, and soon."

They walked me to the door. Each gave me a soft kiss on the check. And then I was gone. I knew I would be back.

End