3 comments/ 104973 views/ 5 favorites First Time Drag By: overseas This is my fifth story. I am finally learning how to punctuate (I hope). Hope you enjoy it. Please give me your comments. ---------------- My computer crashed.... again! This time it was worse though, I couldn't reboot, the damn thing wouldn't even restart. I occasionally work out of my home where a working computer is mandatory. I decided to cool off a bit and walked to the local convenience store where I bought two bottles of a dry chilled chardonnay. As I was paying for the wine I happened to glance at a nearby bulletin board. It was filled with various ads like: "Lost Dog", "Gardening Offered", and "Sofa for Sale". One ad immediately caught my eye; it read "Computer Science Student Will Fix Your Computer", beneath that, "Ask for Michael". Multiple telephone tabs were at the bottom of the notice. I tore one loose and headed for home. Once there, I immediately dialed the number, it looked to be a cell phone number. "Hello," a voice answered. "Could I please speak to Michael," I said. "This is Michael." "My computer has destroyed itself, can you help me?" "I am between classes right now, but I can come over around six. Is that OK?" "Great!" I replied finishing the conversation by giving him my address and directions. I did household chores, cleaned the place up a bit and drank two glasses of the wine as I waited for him to appear. A little after six I heard a car pull up. I looked out the window and saw a cute young man bounce up the walk; he seemed to be full of energy as he moved. He was small maybe 5'6" or so, about 125 pounds. His hair was dark, medium length. I opened the door as he arrived. "Hi," I said, "My name is Steve." "Glad to meet you Steve, I'm Michael." I towered over him as we stood near. I am about 6'3" and 210 pounds; I stay in shape and work out often. I did look quite a bit older than Michael; he was about nineteen or twenty to my forty. I said, "Would you like a glass of wine?" He answered, "Not right now, maybe later." He entered and I showed him to my home office. He fooled around with the power buttons and mouse, checked the connections and said, "Bad news, this is probably a hardware problem." "Do what you have to," I said. He got to the floor to inspect the main unit; it looked like he was removing the screws to the outer case. As he bent forward, his shirt pulled free of his pants; to my great surprise I could see what appeared to be the thin black strap of a pair of women's panties. I was mesmerized by that simple piece of fabric; I just couldn't help myself and reached out, hooking two of my fingers onto the strap. I pulled the strap out and let it snap back to his hip. He jumped up and began to stammer, "I, I, I.... you weren't supposed to see that!" "Calm down," I said. "It's cool. In fact I think it's hot, can you tell me about it?" "I'd like that glass of wine now." After a long pause he began, "Well, I guess I just like the feel of women's underwear, I like the look and the texture, it kind of turns me on." I handed Michael a glass of wine and asked, "Have you worn makeup?" "Well sort of, when I was little, my older sisters would play 'makeup' with me, it was all just in fun though," he continued. "What about women's clothes, besides the panties?" I asked. "I have lots of fantasies, but I never had the guts to buy anything other than the panties, I think I could try it though," he answered. "Give me a moment please," I said as I got up and left the room. I went to my walk-in closet and found the box I was looking for; it was a carton filled with things an ex-girlfriend had left behind. I looked inside and saw several shirts, skirts, shoes, panties and dresses, there was even a zip-lock plastic bag filled with makeup. Everything was clean and neatly stacked; my 'ex' was a neat-nick. I returned to the office with the box and said, "I have a surprise for you; this is full of women's clothes and things that I think will fit you. They used to belong to an ex-girlfriend who was about your size, will you try some of the things on for me?" He took a big gulp of wine and said, "Yes, where's the bathroom?" I picked up the carton and led him to the bathroom. I placed the box on the counter when he said, "Now leave me alone. I'll need some time for this to work." He ushered me out as he closed the door behind me, I could hear the lock click into place. I drank some more wine as I waited. I was incredibly excited. Well, I waited and waited and waited; one full hour had passed. During that time I could hear water running and things clanking around. I finally said, "Are you OK in there?" He answered, "Yes, only two more minutes." Two turned into fifteen when I heard him say, "Could you please close the curtains and dim the lights." I did as he asked and sat down awaiting his 'presentation'. I heard the bathroom door open and could hear his approach. Into the room walked this beautiful young girl; I mean stunning. Michael had applied the makeup perfectly; his eye shadow was a dark charcoal, his lipstick that deep burgundy that I found so appealing. He had used eyeliner, mascara and probably some of those other mystery things that women apply to themselves. He was wearing a black mini-dress and black suede high-heeled pumps. He was gorgeous, I simply said, "You are beautiful." He approached on wobbly feet and put his arms around my neck. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I answered. "I have never seen any woman more beautiful." "Good, I was so afraid you might laugh." I hesitated then said, "I want you." "I want you too," he answered. I put one arm around his back and the other under his thighs then lifted him up and carried him to my bedroom, he weighed next to nothing. I sat on the edge of the bed and lowered him to my lap. His arms were still around my neck when he began to kiss me; his lips were young and soft, I could feel the texture of the burgundy lipstick. I kissed him back, our kisses growing more passionate. For a moment I actually thought that I was kissing a beautiful, young girl. I slid my hand up 'her' legs, they were smooth; he must have shaved while in the bathroom. I worked my way up those slim, young legs to 'her pussy'. Of course what I encountered was a hard, young cock; that broke my fantasy, but surprisingly made me mad with lust. I had never been with a man before, and I was not even sure that I was with one now. When I stroked his hard cock, he pulled me even closer, kissing me harder. I was tremendously excited. I pulled away and said, "I want to see what your ass looks like in those panties." He jumped off of my lap and faced away from me, put his hands on his knees and arched his back upwards. I flipped the bottom of the mini-dress to his back to gain a better view. His ass was amazing. It was perfect: young smooth and tan. He looked over his shoulder and said, "I have a secret place at the dorm where I can sunbathe nude, do you like that?" "Yes," I cried and began to caress his ass; the cheeks were like no other I had seen. A thin strap of the black panties went up the crack of his ass setting it off perfectly. He turned around and said, "Will you take your clothes off and get on the bed?" "Of course," I replied. I took off my faded jeans and polo shirt. "On your back," he said. I got on my back. Michael then straddled me, his back to my face, giving me a perfect view of his gorgeous ass. He said, "Do you have any oil?" I answered, "Yes, just a moment." I reached into the nightstand and found a bottle of baby oil that I used when I masturbated. "Put some on your cock," he said. I did as he asked, my cock glistening with the oil. He pulled aside his panties and rubbed the tip of my cock against his young hole. He continued, "Don't move, your cock is so big that you might hurt me, let me do it." He lined everything up and began to push against my cock. First just the head entered, then a bit more. He groaned and continued to move against me. Finally about one-half of my cock was inside of him. The sight was incredible. He slowly moved back and forth, my oiled cock slipping in and out of that young hole. After a while, he pulled off of me. He got up and went to the bathroom and returned after a bit. He had removed the mini-dress and replaced it with a small black shirt with the word 'sexy' written in bright blue a crossed the front. Standing near me, he removed the panties, his young cock and balls were fully shaven. He got on top of me, this time facing me, and again lowered himself onto my cock. His eyes never left mine; they were a deep brown, the makeup making them seem fuller. This time, he got almost the entire length of my cock inside. He bent down and hugged his chest to mine. I could feel his hard, young cock between our bellies. He slowly slid up and down while we kissed. He pulled away from the kiss, a worried look on his face, "I am sorry," he said. His face contorted and I could feel his warm cum squirt between our bodies. "I am so sorry," he continued, tears ran down his face. My cock was still inside of him. I held his face to mine and laughingly said, "Don't worry little girl. I love it that you came, I hope we can do this again in exactly the same way the next time we make love." "Sure?" "Yes, come give 'daddy' a kiss." He slid up and kissed me lightly. He then got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a few towels. I noticed his makeup had been refreshed and that he was wearing panties. He lovingly wiped me down and then laid a fresh towel on the bed and said, "I want to give you a massage, get on the towel please." I got on the towel. He squirted oil onto me and gave me a very professional massage, both front and back. He especially paid attention to my feet and ankles, my hands and wrists. While lying on my back, he softly stroked my cock with his oiled hand. He then wiped me down, removing all traces of oil. "I'll be right back," he said and went into the kitchen. He returned with a bowl of freshly cut fruit. He had me sit up while he fed me slices of ripe pear and sections of mandarin orange, occasionally kissing me between bites. "Are you satisfied?" he asked. "Well, almost," I answered. "Silly, I'm only teasing, I want to finish you." He propped two pillows behind my back and said, "I want you to watch me." He took out a tube of lipstick and liberally applied it to his lips then bent down and kissed my chest, stopping to suck on my nipple; his kisses left a trail of lipstick smudges. He got on the bed, between my legs, and began to slowly suck my cock. His eyes were on mine. I could see my hard cock disappear into those beautiful lips; saliva began to drip down my cock, mixing with lipstick residue. His long warm fingers began to caress my balls and ass. I was getting close; he engulfed me fully and worked the underside of my cock with his tongue. As I watched this act of love, my cock suddenly grew thicker; I was about to cum. He swallowed the entire length of me and held me in place, still staring into my eyes. I began to spurt deep into his throat. He held me like that, never leaving my cock until it began to soften. He finally pulled his mouth away and said, "Did you like that?" "Yes, amazing." He reapplied his lipstick and jumped onto my lap, his arms around my neck. I asked, "Where do you live?" "In the dorm, not too far from here at all." "Do you like it?" "No, its kind of loud and dirty, and I'm always afraid I'll get caught wearing my panties." "I want you to come live with me, it's about time I had a girlfriend again. Would you like that?" I asked. "Yes, yes, yes," he answered as peppered my face with kisses. First Time Drag Ch. 02 I've received wonderful comments from many of you. It's these comments, both those that appear below the story and those that are sent to me privately, that drive me to write more. When I wrote "First Time in Drag", it was my intention to provide the reader with a quick gentle love story. The ending was to be a happy one, but final. To my surprise, many of the comments I received asked that I continue with the story. This will be my first 'extended' story. Well, here goes. ------------------ We'd been together for almost one full year, maybe the happiest year of my life. Michael had expanded his feminine side, dressing up and wearing makeup more often than not. His hair had grown too, now almost at shoulder-length. Though twenty-one, he was still really just a boy, or maybe just a girl. I was in my early forties, Michael occasionally calling me 'daddy'. Michael continued with his Computer Science classes doing very, very well. At my suggestion, Michael kept the feminine side of his life private, within our home. The stigma of exposing himself at school would just be too great among a bunch of college rowdies, possibly even causing him physical danger. I told Michael that in the future, if he desired to 'come out', I'd support him with all my power. Michael agreed with my thoughts, hugging and kissing me. When Michael first moved in, he'd wear some clothes that an ex-girlfriend of mine had left. He was soon uncomfortable with that and wanted clothes and makeup of his own choosing. He and I would shop together at various up-scale stores, usually under the guise of buying something for a relative. Michael would choose most of the clothing and makeup, his taste was excellent and he was never extravagant. Our relationship was a happy one, filled with love and understanding; of course lust was a big part of things too. One evening we were watching a film together, Michael curled beneath my arm wearing light makeup and a camisole, when he said, "I'd like to get a little nasty tonight if you don't mind, I really do enjoy making love with you, you're so gentle with me, especially with the big cock of yours, but sometimes a girl just wants to get fucked." My mouth hung open for just a second then I burst out laughing. "I'd like that very much young lady," I said. Michael then spent the next two hours, yes two hours, getting ready! He was a little too much like a woman at times, but it was a very small price to pay for what I received in return. As Michael prepared the bedroom and himself, I had several glasses of a deep, woody California cabernet. The wine and the thoughts of what was to come both warmed me. I realized I was very, very aroused. The thought of Michael being a little slutty was exciting. From the bedroom I could hear Michael finally say, "I'm ready, come on in." I entered the bedroom holding my glass of wine along with one for Michael. I placed the glasses on the dresser and looked at Michael, he was stunning; his clothing and makeup perfect. It'd always amazed me how Michael was able to dress up so well with none of that clownish over-the-top drag-queen look. Michael was dressed in short smooth dark-gray lingerie, not too much lace. His legs were encased in very dark sheer hose, the tops of the hose requiring no garters, free of any obvious support. He was wearing black suede pumps and a single platinum necklace, his only accessory. His makeup was, as usual, perfect. He knew I liked him to wear a little too much eye shadow; dark-charcoal in color, along with that deep wine-colored lipstick I found so sensual, his lips outlined by a thin black line. His eyeliner and mascara were just right too. I could see just a touch of powder on his cheeks; he didn't require much there with his flawless skin and over-all tan. The room was filled with candles and there was a presence of light incense; possibly vanilla, soft sensual music played. Michael approached me and put his arms around my neck, "Do you like?" he asked. "Yes, very much." "Tonight I want you to call me Michelle, I know it sounds stupid, but it's something I've been thinking about a lot. Is that OK?" "Why yes ... Michelle." He guided me to a nearby chair and sat on my lap; I was always surprised at how light he was. He encircled my neck with his arms, looked into my eyes and said, "I want to be your slave tonight. I want you to forget how much you love me and use me like someone you'd never met before, can you do that?" I thought for the briefest of moments and answered, "Yes, now help me off with my shirt." I pushed him aside and stood up. Michael ... sorry, Michelle, helped me remove my faded polo shirt. I pushed him to his knees and said, "Now the pants." Michelle undid my belt, then my pants. He slid the pants down my legs and helped me step out of them. "Do you want my cock?" I asked. He looked up at me with that beautiful young made-up face and said, "Yes, use my mouth and throat any way you like." His simple act of submission made me mad with lust. I said, "Suck it then, through my briefs." He began to run his hands over my cotton-covered erect cock, kissing and sucking it, leaving smudges of lipstick on my briefs. He pulled my briefs down, the elastic cupping my balls. He began his assault on my cock, much different than any time before, much more nasty. He licked, sucked and drooled, occasionally looking up at me. I was in ecstasy, never having been this aroused before. Michelle said, "I want to be your whore tonight, just use me." I dropped the briefs, standing nude before 'her'. My cock was sticking straight out, filled with hot blood. Michelle sucked it for a while, smearing the cock-shaft with lipstick. I sat down and had her sit astride me. I could see that Michelle was wearing a tiny pair of black panties, her erection pushing against the fabric. I pushed her panties aside and began to stroke her long slender cock. I held mine against it and stroked both cocks together. She then got on the bed, head in her hands, back arched, ass high. I approached her and caressed that phenomenal ass. Michelle's ass had always made me crazy. It was perfect, smooth, blemish-free and tan; her ass cheeks were 'dimpled' at the sides. I shoved her legs apart and smacked her hard on the ass. I'd never struck Michael before, but it seemed right to give one to Michelle. Michelle groaned in lust so I gave her three more smacks, her ass now red with my handprints. I grabbed the straps of her panties and literally tore the panties from her body. Her young asshole was contracting and expanding in passion. I reached for a bottle of lube and liberally applied some to my raging cock. Michelle breathed, "Use me." I guided my cock to her dark orifice then pushed into my little slut. I pushed with long steady pressure, my cock soon fully buried in her 'pussy'. I could feel my balls slap against her thighs. I reached down and grabbed her by that thick luxurious straight dark hair. Michelle began to buck as I fucked her with long powerful strokes. She was moaning and breathing hard like I'd never heard her before. I soon arched my back and emptied my seed deep into her guts. I fell to my back, my cock pulling free. Michelle spun around and licked my deflating cock with desire. Her actions caused me to twitch as she continued to clean her juices from my cock. She said, "Thank you daddy, thank you." I rested for a few minutes, Michelle's mouth slowly sucking my now soft cock as she masturbated. I said, "Thank you baby, you're one amazing little girl." "I want more please, turn over and I'll get you hard again." I thought; 'she's pretty wild tonight'. She had me lie on my stomach and spread my legs. She got behind me and slowly licked my asshole. I could feel the bed vibrating as she masturbated. Soon her ministrations had the desired effect, my erection returning in full force. Michelle licked and probed my asshole with her tongue. I'd got onto my hands and knees allowing her greater access. This was the first time she'd been the aggressor; it was always me guiding her. My forty-year-old cock was soon at full strength when she said, "Be right back," and skipped to the bathroom. She'd gotten me hard and then abandoned me! She did quickly return, her makeup refreshed, however, in her hand was something I never expected to see, a large flexible black dildo. She handed the dildo to me and said, "I want you to use this on me tonight." I was stunned, sort of. We'd never before played with 'toys'; where did she ever buy this thing? I said, "Are you sure, this may hurt." "Yes, I tried it once before, I think I like it." I said, "Get on those hands and knees then." She did as directed and I joined her at her side. I lubed up the dildo and spread her ass cheeks, placing the end at her hole. The dildo was much thicker than my cock and I wondered if she could accommodate that monster. I slowly eased the dildo into her pussy. I could feel her push against my pressure, seemingly wanting the dildo buried in her young hole. The dildo actually had a grip at its base and a 'hilt', much like that of a sword. I started slowly, and then increased both length and speed of the strokes. Michelle responded with passion, crying out as I fucked her with that black intruder. Where did my little 'baby' get these ideas? The fucking was soon too intense for Michelle and she arched up, head back, hands on her thighs. Hot cum sprang from her slender cock, the motions and pressure of the dildo causing her to ejaculate without any touching of her cock. She fell back into my arms as I eased the dildo from her abused young hole. I held her there, softly kissing this amazing young girl. We rested for a bit, holding one another close. She got up and went to shower. I knew she valued her privacy following sex, so I let her have some time alone. I used a separate bathroom for my ablution and then returned to the bedroom. Michelle was waiting for me there, fresh, clean and beautiful. She ran to me and held me in her arms. "You're so good and kind, please never ever leave me." I held her near, "I'll be with you always." First Time Driver I knew he wanted it as much as you did, but he was not as forward about it...watching him as he walked across the room each day, noticing how he made sure to connect at the eyes and scan down a bit from there made all the difference. We chatted for a bit to get an indicator for just where our comfort level lay. Fun flirting conversation lingered and did not progress to anything more seductive than that. Until I reached behind him to brush my nails across his back. He surely felt the sensation through his thin t-shirt. When he did not flinch or move, I tracked my fingers up his back to his neck. A tickle at the nape got me a gentle, nearly silent moan. Although his hair is short, I could still get hold of a bit and tug. He was obviously new to the motion. He liked it. As I removed my hand, he told me in a demanding whisper (or was that a humble request) to do it again... Following a firm hand planted on his ass, I walked out of the room. WE both knew he wanted so much more. His sigh was barely audible as I walked away. When you and I got together to discuss our new pursuit, you wanted all the details of him. From his stature, to his beard level, to his hair length to the shape and desirability of his ass and even how strong and beefy his legs are. Interestingly, you were less concerned with his cock and/or balls. All the above being found to be satisfactory, we agreed to practice a little with one another before moving towards an invitation extended to him. We snuck into the house where he was to bed down for the term. The door was unlocked. Creaking it slowly open, we learned there was nobody home and made our way in. The wooden headboard was decorated with a multi colored line, and the sheets were a satin that was far from nautical in nature. Being the gentleman you are, you extended an arm to allow me to enter first. Certainly my calling you a "gentleman" only applied until you entered behind me. Once over that threshold, you were the good little bitch you were meant to be. You held back until I was a good three paces ahead of you, as not to encroach on my space. You knew your place. And your place was behind me. Or beside me. Or in front of me, but only if, or when bent over waiting for this mistress of yours. So, once in the room, I spun to watch you sway across the threshold. You looked to my eyes and noticed a silent command to head directly for the bed. Not once breaking eye contact, you slowly bent at the knee and lowered your ass to the mattress with one hand balanced on the round knob of a bedpost. You rubbed your palm on it suggestively and smiled. My lips pursed, trying not to smile with you, but to tell you this was serious business. We were in a bit of a hurry, pressed for time to practice. He was going to be coming back soon and we needed to be ready. Our routine was nearly worked out into something we three could all enjoy fully. With a foot, I nudged the door shut behind you and let my unzipped skirt slip off my hips to the floor. As I stepped out of the ring of material piled on the floor, you were not sure where to look. The high heels were attractive and kept you submissively looking down. the stockings were netted and made your eyes travel up my legs. Motion of my feet parting brought your stare to the moist space between my legs. My plush lips glistened through the hole in my crotchless panties. Silently and calmly breaking your stare, I brought my fingers to the wetness and placed my middle finger along the ridge and pressed hard against my swollen but not yet visible clit. Unaware until this moment that my cock was in the back of my waist band, I stepped into my leather strapping. You remained still. Sitting on the edge of the bed, ready for any action coming your way, I stepped between your knees, reached down to hold your arms. With a snug grip of your elbows, I lifted your arms and motioned for you to put your arms around me. You felt my cock. Held it with both hands. On my order, you removed it from its hiding spot and brought it to the space between us. "Lick it." ~and you did~ And then you touched the tip to my garden. You were hoping to plug me with my own cock, but thought better of it. An easy glide along the wet gates started the juices flowing between my legs. You were kind enough to lean in to lick my thigh dry when you noticed what was happening. My gasp startled us both... "Put it on me and do it right," I whispered caringly. You nearly fumbled with all the nervousness in you. When my hand tightened on a grasp of your hair, you settled a bit and focused enough to get my cock across my shaved mound and into it's holster. You stroked it inquisitively, even without me telling you to do so~ I let you play and investigate for a while and then we had to get you undressed. I stepped back to allow you to stand. Your fist tightened around the bed knob. I placed my hand over yours to feel the strength. Our fingers interlocked and the other hands began to open your pants. You held the edge of your button while I manned the zipper. With the lowering of each tooth of the zipper, I lowered my body. Finally stopping when your fly was down and your hardening cock seemed a bit trapped. I pulled it out for you, then lowered your pants until your balls could also be less restrained by your clothes. With a finger inserted in a belt loop, I spun you around to face the wall. Fingers released, I used both hands and my teeth to lower your pants. The feel of my breath on the small of your back hardened your dick but also made you hold your breath. Ever so slowly, your skin showed over the top of your pants. I licked an sucked and slurped each inch of your bare lower back. Finally the tops of your ass cheeks were available. My tongue fit so nicely into your crack. A hard sucking to be sure you felt it was just the right thing to do. You let out another heavy breath to make way for the long, intense inhale to keep your composure while my tongue probed and enjoyed your ass. Hot wet kisses across each cheek brought the active wetness back to my pussy. I could feel the nectar beginning to drip through my lips. I reached for a fingertip full. "open" was all I needed to whisper with a mouthful of your ass - I put my finger over your lips and you sucked off my finger. Once your pants were low enough,I stood over you, pressed my cock against the back of your neck and had you stand before me, still facing the wall. A kick of your ankle pushed your feet far enough apart that I could fit my hand between your legs to fondle your balls as they hung so tastefully at the base of that most amazing erection. My nipples were hard, breasts rounded and smooth and firm...made you hornier to feel them pressed to your back as they were. Being the smart man you are, you knew that a wonderful sensation was about to begin. I held and pulled on your left hip and pushed against your right shoulder. Without hesitation, you bent forward. My cock pressed between your cheeks until you felt it against the underside of your sac. I stepped closer, leaned over your body to hold my cock with your balls beneath it. I let out an excited moan and had to step back to keep my pending orgasm under control. You were on your feet with hands on the bed in front of you ass on display for me. Gorgeous target to be used as I wanted. you were being a good and willing little bitch today. I gave you the choice of what your first penetration of the day was going to be. With consideration of the ongoing toy fun, you decided it should be my cock that first found love in your tunnel. Lubing it all up with my own juice, you had no worry that it would be an easy glide to pleasure. I let you reach through and fill your fingertips with my sweet nectar and rub it on me until you were assured it was all set n wet. You dipped your head between your cupped shoulders and balanced your forehead on the pillow. Slowly, I began playing with your ass, slapping each cheek with my cock before aligning myself with your sweet spot. Gentle easy rubbing and circling with a little push now and then checked your readiness. When ready, the glide inside was effortless and sensual as could be...we both moaned. I rubbed your back, massage-like to ease you into knowing you would not be totally penetrated without warning and caution. By the time I was able to pull on your shoulders to ease you further up my shaft, your head was tipped back in an ecstatic fashion, enjoying every pump and glide through your hole... a frequent yet un-timed grab from beneath your body filled my hand with your soft sac...full of cum waiting to be released. Instead, you had to wait while I did the driving from behind you. Cock flailing with each pump to your ass made me wetter than you'd imagined. Being the good boy you are, you listened and came when I told you to cum. Not until I slapped you and spanked you a bit...I reached for a glove, looped it gently around your neck and held back on it like it was a leash. The small bit of choking imparted on you was more exciting than painful, though the pain may have triggered the thrill. Not enough pressure to choke you seriously, the satin cutting off your air was a turn on. I felt your cock stiffen and your ass relaxed as you grew closer to that intense orgasm. It was going to be an orgasm to top all others. I pulled up on your reign until you were nearly upright with me inside you. I could reach around just fine and stroke your cock with my single gloved hand. Satin on wood...such a lovely combination to behold. With only 6 good long firm jerks and strokes, you were shooting so hard, we had to clean the wall. Ordinarily, we should have collapsed on the bed to recover for a bit...and for you to suckle a tit for a while to ease out of the intense moments. Not this time. Footsteps were heard coming up the front walk. Peering out the curtains, we noticed it was our third participant...