10 comments/ 63784 views/ 23 favorites Feminine Enough Ch. 01 By: oneironator When we moved in together sophomore year, i never expected things to turn out as they did. Justin and Chris and I had been on the same floor in the dorm freshman year, and when the house opened up right after we all decided to stay over the summer, we jumped on the lease. Chris was openly gay but that didn't bother Justin or I. We just laughed off his standing offer of "an enthusiastic toe-curling blow job," an offer he periodically reiterated. "You'd need to be a LOT more feminine for that to ever happen," I'd declare. "A lot." None of us had summer classes, so other than our part-time jobs, the hours were spent playing video games, lounging at the lake, and drinking beer. One Saturday we went to a party at Hannah's house and I got a little too drunk and walked home alone. There weren't any good chicks there, anyway, except Hannah, of course, but she was all over some douchey frat boy that night. The next morning next morning I was in the kitchen, nursing my hangover with a cup of coffee and shooting the breeze with Justin. He was acting a bit strange, but I figured he was also feeling the results of the previous night's revelry. When Chris walked in and Justin abruptly jumped up and left the house without a word, I knew something was up. "I sucked his cock, of course, and I think he's worried about how much he liked it," Chris volunteered. "You straight guys are just weird. What's the big deal?" Things were a bit uncomfortable for a few days after that, with Justin not making eye contact with Chris and generally avoiding him. I stayed out of it until I got sick of not being able to hang out with them both at the same time. "Just tell him it was a one-time thing and that it won't happen again," I told each of them separately. "It wouldn't have to be a one-time thing if he wasn't so weird about it and just relax," Chris countered. "You could be less of a prude yourself," he added. I laughed and passed it off with my usual reply. "Please, just talk to him so we can get back to normal?" After that there was an uneasy truce until another week or so had passed and Justin was able to pass it off as a drunken mistake. One lazy Saturday afternoon after that, I was napping on the couch and awoke to a warm body pressed to mine. A smooth, silk-encased calf slid sensuously against my leg while a slender hand rested lightly on my thigh. "How do you like it?" a husky voice purred in my ear, her warm breath on my neck. I turned my head, and it was Chris, dressed in a skin tight tube dress, black stockings and pumps, with a blond bob wig. I have to admit, the dress clung to his slim form and the stockings and pumps accentuated his long legs. I can't honestly claim that the hardon that was stirring could entirely be attributed to having just awoken. "I think you do like it," she said as her hand slid up the leg of my shorts to stroke my thickening cock through my briefs. "I think you like it a lot." She slid onto her knees and ran both hands slowly up and down my thighs, forcing them apart to make room for her. "Is this feminine enough for you?" Her hands undid the button and zipper of my shorts. "Are you ready for the blowjob of your life?" Her pink lips parted in a sultry smile when she saw the taut outline of my cock straining against my briefs. "Looks like the answer is yes." Her hands gripped the waistband of my briefs and shorts and gave a short tug. I arched my hips off the couch a little to make it easier for her to tug them both down to my ankles. A slim hand grasped my shaft as she leaned forward. "Mmm, I've wanted to do this for a long time." Her pink lips hovered less than an inch over the tip of my cock, and I could feel each warm, excited breath. "I want you to sit back, relax, and enjoy this. If you don't want to do it again, that's fine, but just enjoy right now." Her hand slid slowly up the shaft and her tongue darted out to catch the drop of precum that glistened at the tip. "And of course you can cum in my mouth," she added as that warm mouth enveloped my cock. Her pink lips stretched around the shaft as her head went down and her cheeks hollowed slightly as it came back up from the suction she was applying. I was bewildered--moments before I had been napping and suddenly I'm getting the most fantastic blowjob from a hot woman who also happened to be my roommate. Very quickly though, all thoughts left my head as Chris applied herself to the task at hand. That warm, sensitive mouth was doing things to my cock I didn't think possible. Her lips slid all the way to the base with each bob, easily two inches farther than any of my ex-girlfriends could take. She fell into a rhythm of three head bobs up and down my cock, holding it for a five count at the bottom of the third to swirl her talented tongue against the shaft. I think I could feel her throat muscles caressing the tip, but there was just so much pure, wet hot sensation going on in there, it's hard to say. Her hands gripped each of my calves as she worked her magic. No hand action here--it was all eager lips, tongue and throat. As the minutes passed, my breathing gradually quickened. Chris started adding a little moan at the bottom of each head bob. "Mmm, mmm, mmmmmmmmm." I felt my balls tighten as my orgasm throbbed across my chest, down to my toes and out, with six shuddering spurts into Chris' welcoming mouth. Chris' lips left my cock for the first time since they first touched it. She ran her thumb from the base of my shaft to right up under the head and her soft pink tongue darted out to catch the last drops as a smile spread across her face. "I really hope you want to do that again sometime." Feminine Enough Ch. 02 Chris ran her hands down my thighs as she sat back on her heels. I must have looked a little stunned. "Don't worry, it can be our secret," Chris added as she stood up and turned around to pick up her shoes, which she must have kicked off sometime while sucking me off. Chris was a little taller than I, but slender, and her legs were long and shapely, clad in black silk thigh-highs. As she bent to pick up the shoes, the short tube dress she had on slid up to reveal a peak of a satiny thong nestled between the cleft of her pale, round buttocks. Since I was still seated and she was standing right in front of me, they were right at eye-level, tantalizingly close. As she slid her toes into the second shoe, Chris glanced back over her shoulder and caught me checking out her ass. "You like what you see?" she bent over farther, causing the dress to ride yet higher up. She wiggled her ass sassily. "I can see that you do." Indeed, even though I'd blown a huge wad moments before, my cock, still glistening with her saliva and which hadn't even gone fully soft, was again swelling noticeably. Chris slowly bent her knees, lowering those beautiful cheeks until my hardening cock nestled into her satin clad crack. Starting with little circles, Chris began to tease me. The sensation of the slick satin and her warm, soft flesh caused my breathing to quicken with passion. Chris sat fully in my lap and began grinding sensuously. Tentatively, but her voice still thick with desire, Chris asked "You wanna fuck?" I answered by grabbing her hips and bucking mine up to increase the pressure of her cheeks against my cock. Chris stood up, and wiggled out of the dress, revealing a satiny chemise that matched her panties. I didn't get to admire the outfit long as she quickly slid her panties off and bent at the waist again, fishing under the couch. She came up with a tube of lube. "Fortune rewards the prepared," she justified with a sassy wink. She applied a generous dollop to my erection, her fingers lingering to stroke it a bit longer than necessary to get it fully slickened. She turned her back to me, spread her legs and bent at the waist. Peering back over her shoulder to gauge my reaction, she jiggled her ass. Her puckered asshole was right at eye level and I watched in fascination as she slowly slid a lube-slickened finger around its edge and then in up to the first joint, then the second and finally completely in to the knuckle. "I'm ready, are you?" Chris whispered and positioned the tip of my cock where her finger had just been, and slowly, so slowly began lowering herself onto my cock. The head slid in until it met the resistance of her sphincter. Chris slowly lowered her hips, increasing the pressure until with a soft gasp, her sphincter relaxed and the resistance eased. She slowly lowered herself further until I was completely inside her and the round globes of her buttocks nestled against my pelvis. "I'm your pussy," Chris sighed with pleasure. She brought her feet up onto the couch beside my thighs and leaned backwards, supporting herself on her arms. I grasped her silk-clad ankles so they wouldn't slide off the couch. Chris began to slide her pelvis up and down, up and down. None of my girlfriends had been interested in trying anal sex, and I hadn't ever pressed the issue, just happy to have the pussy. I was surprised how hot and tight Chris' ass was. Her muscles gripped my cock in a warm, wet embrace like no pussy ever had. It was so hot, and so tight that I could tell--if i hadn't blown a load ten minutes earlier, I wouldn't have lasted very long at all. As Chris expertly worked the reverse cowgirl, I eventually I wanted to take a more active part. "Stand up sweetie, I want to fuck you doggie style." Chris stood up eagerly and I got up, bent her over the padded arm of the couch and positioned myself behind her. I slowly slid my cock into her, meeting less resistance now that her muscles were more accustomed to accommodating a cock. My hands grasped her hips as I began to apply long, slow strokes. I enjoyed watching my cock slide in, then out of her ass, stretching its sensitive tissue with each stroke. As my pace quickened, I caught a glance of us in the mirror across the room. In profile, I could see Chris' long legs, topped with those round buttocks rocking back and forth to meet each thrust. The hair of her bob wig, and her cock and balls swung pendulously in unison with the rhythm of our fucking, her eyes were narrowed in sensuous pleasure and her pink lips were parted in a sensuous "o". I pulled out, flipped Chris onto her back and put her silk clad legs over my shoulders. As I plunged back into her tight hole, I leaned my weight against her legs and started thrusting, bottoming out with each stroke with an audible slap. "Oh, oh, so full!" Chris gasped as our breathing quickened with the accelerating pace of my thrusting. Soon I was just rutting wildly, with Chris writhing and gasping wantonly below me. With one final thrust I jammed my pelvis against those soft buttocks and shot my pulsing load deep inside her. As our breathing returned to normal, Chris slid her legs off my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist. Her arms pulled me close "oh, my that was wonderful," she breathed in my ear "you can fuck me any time you want." As I slowly slid my softening cock out, her arms and sphincter tightened suddenly, causing me to gasp with pleasure. "Anytime." Feminine Enough Ch. 03 For the next few weeks, Chris would dress up and we'd fuck whenever the opportunity arose. Most of the time this happened while Dustin was at work. We'd make sure we knew his schedule, by heart. It was a lazy summer, and we were young and the sex was very good. Several times during those weeks, I'd wake up in the middle of the night, with Chris' mouth wrapped around my cock. She'd slip across the hall into my room and try to suck me off without waking me. It never worked, mostly because after the first time, I would listen for her tiptoeing steps across the hall to my room. I would feign sleep and I'd have to keep silent, while we kept movement to a minimum, because my bed creaked like crazy. Actually, I loved laying still in the dark as Chris' lips and tongue worked my cock and balls. I'd concentrate on the warm, wet sensation while trying not to moan while she worked her magic. The more I'd hold back, the harder she'd try to work me up. Frankly,it was almost as hot as when we had the place to ourselves and we could fuck at will. One day, while Dustin was at work and after we'd sated ourselves, I asked Chris what had happened between them that had almost wrecked their friendship. Chris curled up next to me and absently ran her hand through my chest hair, "Honey, you're easy. You know what you want, and you know what you don't, and you don't fret about it. Dustin, he doesn't know what he wants. And he frets about it a lot. But, he's also very easy." I let it go after she refused to elaborate and forgot about it altogether when she slid down and started kissing my soft cock back to attention. A few days later, Dustin had left for work at 11, and Chris was showing off her new set of fishnet stockings by noon. I had just bent her over the padded arm of our sofa and plunged my cock into her receptive ass when we heard the back door open. We heard Dustin toss his keys on the counter and walk toward the living room, "the cooler apparently stopped working overnight, so all the meat was spoiled so they closed up and sent everybody ho-"... Dustin turned the corner and caught sight of Chris and I fucking. "oh, I uh, didn't realize you had a girl here!" Dustin started backing out of the room and, getting a closer look at the girl, paused. I had been on an out-stroke when we heard the back door open, and Chris and I had both frozen in dismay. The head of my cock and just enough shaft were in to prevent a pop-out (nobody likes pop-outs), and when Dustin turned the corner, Chris tensed up in apprehension. "Chris?" Dustin asked in shock, "David? What are you two doing?" There was no explanation for why I had my cock in Chris' ass, or why she was dolled up in fishnets and wig, bent over the arm of the sofa. "I'm enjoying a very hot piece of ass," I offered, punctuating my statement with a thrust that solicited a gasp from Chris. "Why don't you come over here and enjoy a hot mouth?" Chris recovered, patting the sofa in front of her. "Wha- You-...?" Dustin's eyes darted from me, to Chris, to my cock sliding in and out of Chris' ass, to her semi-erect penis swinging with each stroke. Unconsciously, his feet crossed to stand near the sofa. Chris reached a hand out and stroked his crotch through his work khakis, "you know you want it," she purred. Dustin's eyes were glazing over with desire and his breathing quickening. "I can see you want it," she added, and pressing her fingers, tightened the fabric to reveal the outline of his hardened cock, "I feel it too." She patted the sofa cushion again. "Now, let me taste it." Dustin's hands shook as he quickly unbuttoned and pulled down his pants and boxers and sat where Chris had indicated. She bent down and took his cock in her mouth. I shifted my feet to adjust for the altered angle of her pelvis, and also to get a better view. Dustin's cock was a bit longer than mine, but not as thick. Chris had no problem with the extra length, though, as she could take it all. I enjoyed watching her lips slide up and down the shaft and adjusted my rhythm to match. Dustin moaned, a sheen of perspiration glistened on his forehead and his breathing was ragged. "Ohhh, god!" he shuddered convulsively and came in Chris' mouth. Kinda quick, in my view, but Chris really is an amazing cocksucker. Chris put a hand on Dustin's chest and leaned in to give him a deep french kiss, to share his load with him. That wasn't really my cup of tea, but Dustin apparently loved it, moaning in pleasure as their tongues entwined. Chris stood up and put a hand on my hip, indicating she wanted to switch positions. I pulled out and she walked to the front of the sofa, grabbed Dustin's knees and pulled until he was sitting on the floor with his back to the sofa. Chris planted a foot on each side of his hips and her cock hung right in front of his upturned face. She bent over, lowering it to just above his lips and placed her hands on the sofa cushion. Dustin eagerly took her in his mouth and began sucking. I stepped up behind Chris again and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her so invitingly positioned hole. Chris moaned with delight as Dustin's mouth worked her cock, while mine plunged in and out of her ass. We soon found a rhythm. Sometimes Chris would lean back to meet my thrusts, others, she'd plunge forward with my thrust. Dustin, his back against the sofa, had nowhere to go and had to take these double thrusts. He invariably gagged, and the sound--along with his ragged breathing as he tried to control his retching was a bit alarming. Chris looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled, "don't worry, he's enjoying it." She punctuated that with another thrust that set off an additional round of gagging from Dustin. I was dubious, but then caught sight of us in the mirror across the room. His mouth was open wide to receive Chris' cock, his eyes closed with pleasure, while saliva dribbled down his chin. Meanwhile, his fist pumped furiously at his cock. Chris soon gasped, "here it comes baby!" As she shot her load in Dustin's mouth, her muscles tensed in waves as her orgasm washed over her. That pushed me over the edge and I grabbed her hips and plunged in one last time, shooting my load deep inside her with long, shuddering spurts. I slowly pulled out and stepped back from the couch. Chris stepped back from Dustin, whose chin glistened with saliva and the part of Chris' load he couldn't handle. His shirt was clotted with his own load as he'd clearly shot it up on his chest while sucking Chris off. Chris turned around and planted her ass squarely in Dustin's face. Seeing the look on my face, "don't worry, he's enjoying it." Her eyes widened and she gasped as Dustin's tongue plunged into her tender, dripping hole. "He's finally starting to realize what he really wants--and to not fret about it."