by D. L. Savage
You are not to touch your cock at any point throughout the night, no matter how horny you get. Not even a little rub through your skirt or panties.
Her cruel words echoed around my head as I gazed on hungrily at Danny’s perfect body, glistening in the low purple lighting of the pleasure booth.
“Why don’t you lie down on the floor for us, baby?” Lisa said to him just then, batting her big eyelashes as she looked up at him sweetly. “I think Davina and I would like a little more fun with you.”
Danny grinned, again doing just what she said – the perfect toy, complying with her wishes without word or hesitation, as he lay down on the floor in the middle of the booth, his rock hard cock jutting upwards towards the ceiling.
“Here,” Lisa said, placing something in my palm, then leaning in towards me as she added with a whisper, “why don’t you get your ass nice and ready for him.”
I gazed down at the thing she’d handed me: a small bottle of lube.
A shiver ran through me as I realized just what was coming next. Could I really do this? Could I take something so huge in my butt? I’d never even so much as stuck a finger in it.
As I deliberated, I watched as Lisa eagerly climbed over him, throwing her knees either side of his face in a sixty nine position, arching her back as she lowered her face toward his cock, taking it in her slutty mouth, her ass pushing backwards, as Danny’s hands tugged her skirt up around her waist, uncovering her thong-clad butt beneath.
She let out a breathy moan as he pushed her panties to one side and began tongue and lap at her clit, while she hungrily sucked and slurped at his dick, taking it deep in her mouth.
I glanced nervously at Joanie, but she was busy watching her sister take that big black cock in her mouth while riding his face, so I knew this was my chance. I quickly squirted a dollop of the lube onto my fingers, then set the bottle down and reached beneath my skirt, tugging my thong to the side and easing myself up off the bench, just enough to grant my other hand access as, with a soft sigh, I worked the sticky silky substance into my ass, feeling the coolness of it against my tight hole. To my surprise, my fingers slipped easily inside me there, and it actually felt good too – way better than I was expecting.
“Davina, you ready?” Lisa called over to me just then, as I was taking my hands from my skirt again.
I nodded shyly, pushing myself up from the bench and stepping over to Danny and Lisa. Lisa was still riding his face, but she’d pushed herself up now, so she was just sitting on top of him. At some point she must have fitted a condom over his dick too; it jutted up imposingly as I gazed down at it, wondering again if I could really do this.
I climbed nervously over him, so that I was facing Lisa, one knee either side of his waist, my ass still covered by my mini skirt.
“That’s it,” Lisa smiled at me wickedly. “Just lower your pretty little pussy onto him like that ...”
I did as she instructed, reaching down and taking Danny’s huge cock in my fingers, feeling it throbbing in my grip as I guided it between my cheeks, until I felt the head of it touching against my hole.
“Just relax and let him slip inside,” Lisa cooed, before she let out another moan of pleasure from whatever Danny’s mouth was doing to her pussy back there.
I tried to relax myself as much as possible as I eased down slowly onto his cock, and to my surprise I felt it slip a little way inside me. Oh my god. It felt so fucking big I almost couldn’t take any more than that first thick inch, and a low groan escaped my lips, before I quickly came back to my senses.
I glanced worriedly at Joanie, wondering if she’d heard my manly moan, but she didn’t seem to. She was watching on, and holy shit – she was playing with herself, toying her pussy and gasping as she watched Lisa and I both riding Danny like that.
The sexy sight of my wife masturbating got me even hornier, and I felt another thick hard inch slip inside my hole, this time hitting a sweet spot deep inside me that I didn’t even know existed. It was like pure pleasure, and I felt my whole body trembling now, the waves of pleasure rising up inside me and flashing out all through me. I could feel my aching cock ready to blow its load any moment as I eased even further down onto that big black monster dick until, spurred on by my own head-spinning horniness, until to my surprise, I’d taken the whole damn thing.
I reached tentatively between my legs to double check and sure enough, I could feel the smooth roundness of Danny’s balls in my palm right next to my ass cheeks.
With his dick buried to the hilt in me, I began to slowly grind my hips, pushing forward and back, savoring the slow delicious sensations that were rising up inside me with each fresh thrust I made.
I had to bite my lip to stifle the moans I wanted to make, and as I locked eyes with Lisa, who also seemed to be on the brink of orgasm, she smiled a wicked grin at me and purred, “Does that big black dick feel good in your pussy, Davina?”
I nodded, lifting a hand to my mouth and sucking on my knuckle to stifle another groan.
“Does it make you want to cum?”
Again I nodded, Lisa’s words seeming to send me right over the edge. With a muffled whimper, I felt my ass clamp tight around the base of his dick and my own cock begin to spurt, splashing my belly with hot gooey cum. Luckily the blouse seemed to soak most of it up and all that spattered down onto Danny’s taut abs quickly got lost in the sheen of oil that was already there.
With a moan of her own, Lisa began to cum on his face too, grinding her pussy back against him, riding him until she was totally spent, and from the bench I heard Joanie too whimpering and sighing, lost in a second orgasm of her own.
“Oh man,” Danny groaned, the moment Lisa pulled her pussy away from his mouth. “I think I’m about to cum, too ...”
And before I could ease my trembling body off his dick, I felt his hands grab my hips hard and he began thrusting into my butt, jackhammering up from underneath me as the last flashes of my own pleasure rocketed through my body, and then with a groan I felt him stiffen and he held me firmly in place as his cock began to pulse deep in my ass.
Lisa and Joanie both started laughing and whooping. I felt my body go limp as a rag doll as Danny finally let go of me and as I came back to my senses, I eased off him, my legs feeling like jello now.
As he got back to his feet, he turned to me, his handsome face beaded with sweat as he smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
I gave myself up to it, still shivering a little as our lips crushed together and his hands slipped around my waist, before he pulled away and whispered, “That was amazing, baby.”
I felt a flash of pride: at the fact that he didn’t know my secret, at the fact that my ass must have just felt like a tight, hot pussy, and at the fact that I’d made him cum. My head was still reeling from my own orgasm too – I didn’t even know guys could cum hands-free like that – and I felt eager to explore this new part of me again at the first opportunity.
As I adjusted my mini skirt back around my thighs, I could feel the sticky warm wetness in my panties.
And as if on queue, just then there was a knock on the door, and it opened to reveal our hostess, the prim young redhead who’d led us there.
“Danny, freshen up in the shower room and then you’re wanted in room seven,” she said to him in a cool professional manner, not batting an eyelid at the sweaty state we were all in, as Danny cleaned himself up with a towel and then pulled on his trunks, leaving us with a final cheery wave goodbye.
“Well, ladies,” the hostess said, “I hope you enjoyed yourselves thoroughly, but I’m afraid your time in the pleasure booth has come to an end ...”
12
My head was still spinning as we all followed our hostess back into the main club area, where the naked waiters milled around and the girls all laughed and drank, the pulse and beat of the music filling the air.
I truly felt one of them now – and the truth was, I just yearned for more. Tonight had been one of the strangest yet best experience
s of my life, and I still couldn’t quite believe it had even happened. The telltale dampness in my panties was the only clue that I hadn’t just imagined the whole thing.
“Well, I for one could do with a drink!” Joanie laughed, once we reached an empty table at the side of the club.
I felt the exact same way, but before I could nod in agreement, Lisa grabbed my arm and announced, “Oh my God, Davina! Look at the time! Don’t you have that early language class tomorrow?”
I knew in a heartbeat what was happening; she was giving me a way out — a way of slipping home so that I could change out of my things before she and Joanie came back a little while later.
I nodded and smiled sadly, and then leaned in, kissing each of them in turn on the cheek, before making my way back out of the club and into the cool and quiet of the darkness outside.
As I strutted back to my car, I still couldn’t believe it. I felt so alive, so charged with energy. And all I wanted to do was live that whole crazy night all over again.
Back at home, I locked the car and dashed inside, racing straight up to the bathroom. Lisa must have been the last one to use it, because inside I found a whole bunch of things waiting ready for me, neatly laid out: cotton pads, makeup removing solution and even a washcloth by the sink.
I quickly got undressed, my feet aching as I pulled them out of the heels, two red rings left on my thighs where the stocking tops had dug in, and another sharp red band around my midriff from the bra.
But I didn’t care. I felt better than ever, and it was sad to change back out of my sexy girly clothes and once more into boring old Dave. I tugged off the wig, then set about cleaning the makeup from my face, watching my old image once more return in the mirror: that boring everyday guy staring back at me.
Once I’d completely cleaned my face, I hopped under the shower too, giving my body a good scrub until I was thoroughly clean.
Then I bundled the outfit – the wig, heels, clothing – into a plastic carrier bag, stuffing it deep into the closet beneath a bunch of my shoes, where I knew Joanie would never check.
And finally I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and a white cotton t-shirt and got into bed, my body still singing with sensation and my head still swirling as I replayed the amazing night I’d had, over and over, until I fell soundly asleep ...
I was startled awake by the sound of the bedroom door. I don’t know how long I’d been asleep for, but I felt a charge of nervous energy as I realized this must be Joanie coming back from the club. As she got undressed in the dark of our bedroom, I wondered what else she’d done in those remaining hours since I’d left her there at Ladies Night. Had she just had another drink or two with Lisa? Or perhaps a little more fun with one of those other hunky waiters too?
“Hey, baby,” she murmured as she slipped into bed next to me, the sweet scent of alcohol on her breath. “You awake?”
“Uh huh,” I replied, snuggling into her.
“I love you, Dave,” she whispered.
“I love you too, baby,” I whispered back, pulling her into me in a long, slow kiss. “I hope you had fun tonight at the club,” I added, between kisses.
“I did,” she murmured, her voice trembling a little. “Did you have fun on your night?”
“Sure did,” I replied with a grin. “In fact, I was thinking – why don’t we make this a regular thing? You go out with Lisa on Fridays, and I’ll go out with the guys. Seeing as we both enjoyed ourselves so much?”
There was a pause, and then I heard her start to giggle in the dark.
“What?” I asked, confused. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” she murmured, pulling me into her again in a hungry, sexy kiss. “Nothing at all ... Davina.”
Sissy Pool Party
1
“Miss? Miss? Excuse me, Miss? Your coffee is ready ...”
I was standing in line, waiting for my coffee when it happened. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned around to face the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen before. Tall and slim, with the most startling bright dyed red hair, cute bangs framing her perfect face, and what’s more she was actually smiling at me.
“I think he’s talking to you?” she said in a soft, sexy voice.
“Huh?” I blurted out, still too dazzled by the beautiful to figure out what was happening. But I turned and looked in the direction she was indicating, at the barista who was gesturing at me angrily from the counter.
“Miss?” he said in an exasperated voice. “Your coffee?”
As he said the words, I felt a deep flush of embarrassment. I mean, this wasn’t the first time I’d been mistaken for a girl, and perhaps I should have been used to it by now; it had happened all through my life – mainly due to my skinny frame and my somewhat androgynous features. But right now? Here in front of this startlingly beautiful woman? Well, I couldn’t help but turn beet red, as I stumbled up to the counter and shamefully took my coffee.
But as I turned to leave, I felt the gaze of that strange woman with the red hair watching me, and what was even weirder, she was still smiling – a surprisingly warm, genuine smile, directed at me.
Was she actually hitting on me?
I felt my heart begin to race, as my mind began to race with the crazy possibility that this might actually be the start of something. I couldn’t help it. It was always this way – I’d see some beautiful girl and begin imagining some whole fantasy about how we’d get together, even though she normally never gave me a second look. Only this time, the woman at the coffee shop actually was giving me a second look!
And what’s more, she even held up her hand and mouthed the word, “Wait” as I made to walk nervously past her.
I couldn’t believe it. I did as she asked, stopping and hanging around awkwardly by the exit to the shop, watching as she too grabbed her coffee then strutted confidently towards me.
As she approached, I couldn’t help but check out her figure – which was shown off perfectly by a tight red dress that matched her amazing hair, her breasts pert, her legs long and smooth, her glossy lips curling into a grin as she reached me.
“Does that happen a lot?” she asked, still smiling.
“Does what happen a lot?” I croaked back, again a little confused about what she was asking.
“Do you get mistaken for a girl a lot?” she replied, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“I guess,” I said, again feeling my face burning with heat.
My heart was drumming hard in my chest as I felt her looking me up and down, as if thinking something to herself, and then she announced, “Yeah, you are pretty cute. What’s your name?”
“Andy,” I said shyly.
“I’m Meaghan,” she smiled back.
She held out her hand, and when I shook it, I felt something strange pass between us. I can’t quite explain it, other than to say that I felt safe around her – that she wanted to be my friend, to take me under her wing, rather than bang me.
And again, this was no surprise. All through college, any girl I had a crush on either a) didn’t know I existed, or b) just wanted to be my friend. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d accidentally slipped into the dreaded Friend Zone.
But there in that coffee shop, I found I wasn’t too disappointed. After all, I was still pretty new to LA, and a friend to show me around might not be the worst thing in the world.
“Let me guess, you’re new here,” she grinned, as if able to read my thoughts.
I nodded, grinning back, surprised at how easy and natural our conversation was.
“I’m having a pool party this Saturday,” she continued. “It should be pretty wild. You wanna come?”
I felt my heart flash with excitement. An LA pool party? Hell yeah I wanted to come! And I couldn’t help but think of my best friend Steve, back in Nowheresville, Ohio. Man, he’d be so jealous when I told him about it, the next time we caught up on the phone!
“I’d love to,” I said, unable to hide my excit
ement.
“Awesome,” Meghan grinned. “Here, let me give you my address ...”
So I handed her my cell phone, watching in a daze of excitement as she tapped in her address with a glossy black nail, the sweet candy-like scent of her perfume filling my nostrils and making me a little giddy.
“Come over at two, okay?” she said, once she’d finished typing in her address.
“Two,” I repeated. “Got it.”
“See you on Saturday, Amy,” she replied with a wink.
Amy? I thought confused. Had I misheard her? Or was she making some jokey reference back to when the barista had thought I was a girl?
But before I could ask, she leant in and planted a kiss on my cheek, then turned and strutted out of the coffee shop, leaving me standing there, my head spinning, wondering what the hell I was letting myself in for.
2
That Saturday afternoon, I stood outside the gate, wondering if I had the right address. I shot a nervous look back at the Uber that had brought me here, now driving away down the winding road that led back towards the city, then took another nervous glance at the huge white house behind the gate.
Holy shit, if Meaghan really does live here she must be loaded, I thought.
As I was still deliberating on what to do, another taxi pulled up, and out jumped two guys – wearing nothing more than speedos, both totally built and tanned, their bodies athletic and muscular, their faces rugged and handsome as models, and as my eye flicked accidentally downward for a moment, I realized that they were obviously hung too; both sporting huge bulges.
I felt my heart sink, as I realized just how scrawny and pathetic I must look in comparison to them: pale and slender, dressed in baggy board shorts and an oversized t-shirt.
“Hey,” one of the guys smiled at me. “You here for the pool party?”
