0 comments/ 77385 views/ 7 favorites The Transformation of Paul Ch. 02 By: TheGentleman When I woke up, the curtains had been pulled back and the sun was already streaming through the bedroom windows. The bed was empty and from the smell of fresh coffee that wafted through the open door, I guessed that Gerald was in the kitchen. I rolled over and stretched. The sheets felt delicious on my smooth, hairless body and I shuddered slightly as the cotton grazed across my sensitive, well chewed nipples. I let my hand wander down to my cock and stroked it gently. It too was hypersensitive but immediately hardened under my touch. I wanked it slowly, feeling with my other hand the novelty of having no pubic hair. I ran my fingers over my chest and down over my stomach. Here and there I encountered patches of dried cum that flaked away as I fondled myself. All too soon I became aware of the need to visit the bathroom and slipping out of bed, padded naked across the room. The bathroom smelled of soap and toothpaste and I could see that Gerald had unpacked my overnight bag and laid out my wash things. After using the toilet, I turned the shower on and stepped under the cascade of warm water. My body felt soft and feminine as I lathered myself and my erection quickly returned. This time I wrapped my soapy hand round it and with the thought of Gerald's hard cock pumping into my ass, I brought myself to a quick but satisfying climax. He was waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom, standing by the side of the bed with a mug of steaming coffee in his hand. "Sleep well?" he asked. "Mmm, very well." I sat on the bed in front of him and took the coffee. "Are you sore?" I laughed. "Yes, bit" "I'm not surprised. Talk about opening the floodgates. I thought you were going to tear my cock off ". We both laughed and he reached into one of the drawers beside the bed. "This should ease it," he said handing me a tube of ointment. He was still wearing the Paisley robe and as he moved, it swung open revealing his cock to my gaze. He saw me looking. "Would you like to see more?" he asked and standing right in front of me, he undid the belt and opened his robe. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed and his cock was just inches from my face .I looked at it. In it's limp state it was still quite large and a pair of heavy testicles hung down behind it. I reached out and touched it realising that this was the first time that I had held him in my hands. I ran my fingers through his thick bush of greying pubic hair and stroked them down over his cock. It stiffened slightly under my touch and encouraged, I started to draw the foreskin slowly back to reveal the mushroom head. Gerald moved forwards, straddling my legs. "Suck it," he said. I opened my mouth and sucked his still quite limp cock into my mouth. Almost immediately it started to harden and moments later his thick shaft and bulbous helmet completely filled my mouth. I licked it carefully, running my tongue down the length of the shaft, feeling every ridge of muscle and tracing every vein. I licked back up the other side pausing to run the tip of my tongue around the sensitive rim under his cockhead. It was the very first time I had taken a cock into my mouth and I wanted to please Gerald as much as he had pleased me on the many occasions he had sucked me. I took my time to lick and suck every square millimetre of his manhood, massaging it with my tongue and my lips. Part of me felt sluttish as I slobbered over his cock but another part of me felt like his little girl again, paying homage to the instrument of my deflowering. I tried to remember all the things that Gerald had done to me with his mouth and I did the same things to him. I licked and sucked, scraped my teeth gently over his shaft, darted my tongue into the single eye of his bell end. Periodically, I would take his cock out of my mouth and squeeze it to produce a bead of pre-cum on the end. I would use his cock to smear the clear liquid onto my lips and then snake my tongue out to lick them clean again. Then I would plunge his cock back into my mouth, taking it as far back into my throat as I could before gagging. Gerald was breathing deeply and his hands were holding either side of my head controlling the speed and depth of my sucking. "Oh, God, that's good" he said, "you're a natural. Yes, that's right.... suck it deep... oh yes, just like that.... swirl you tongue round it...oh yes...that's good." He kept up his instructions, teaching me how to pleasure another mans cock. He was starting to fuck my mouth, his excitement mounting. He spread his legs further apart. "Feel by balls" he said. I cupped them in my hands and began to roll them gently between my fingers. They were pulling tighter and tighter up into his ballsack and I knew he was not far off cumming. I let the fingers of one hand wander up into his crack and after a moment, I located his rear hole. I didn't try to penetrate it and instead, I pressed against the opening and vibrated my finger backwards and forwards. "Oh fuck, that's good," said Gerald "it's going to make me cum". I tightened my lips around his thrusting cock, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. I had fully intended to pull his cock out of my mouth when he started to cum but suddenly he held my head in a vicelike grip and pulled his cock back until just the bell end remained between my lips. The first blast of his cum shot into the back of my throat and in a second my mouth was being pumped full of hot, thick, salty male ejaculate. Without thinking, I started to swallow and I realised with a shock that I liked it. I liked the taste and the texture and there was something really decadent and nasty in the act that really excited me. I sucked harder, trying to get more of his precious cream onto my tongue and continued sucking until his cock was drained, had stopped throbbing and jerking and had softened completely. Gerald stepped round me and flopped down onto the bed beside me. "Hell," he said "if I'd have known you could give a blow job like that, I'd have let you do it sooner than this. And you swallowed" he added with a look of amazement on his face. "I've had a good teacher" I said and leant back to kiss him. "And as for swallowing, I wish I'd done it before too, it's wonderful". For a few moments he let me stroke my tongue over his lips. "Mmm, you taste good", he said "or should I say I do", he laughed. He sat back up serious again. "Would you like to fuck me?" he asked gently. "Err, I'm not sure, I've never done it before" I said. But really I did want to fuck him and my straining hard-on told a similar story. Gerald gave me that understanding, avuncular smile of his. "That's OK, in fact it's good. I'll be able to teach you how to do it properly" He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a glass container that was about half full of clear gel. "This is what I used on you last night," he said. " As well as being just about the best lubricant there is, it has a little bit of local anaesthetic in it as well ". He slipped off his robe and knelt on the bed, pulling a pillow over to rest his head on and shuffling his knees back to the edge. His ass was level with my cock and he put his hands back and pulled his cheeks apart. "First get me nice and open," he said. "Take plenty of lube and get me really greased up." I dipped two fingers into the cool gel and began to massage the brown star of his sphincter. My fingers slid effortlessly over the pucker, massaging the lubricant into his flesh. I felt the tension in his anal ring start to relax and after a few moments, I could feel him opening for me. "Put one of your fingers in," said Gerald. I pushed at his hole and my middle finger slipped straight in up to the middle knuckle. "Mmm, that's good, now another one". I put another finger in and started to feel around inside him whilst I fucked them slowly in and out. Remembering what he had done to me, I added a third finger and began to try and force my fingers apart against the elasticity of his ring piece. Gerald was obviously loving it. "Shit, that's good," he said. "See if you can find my prostate. It's on the bottom a little way back and feels like a small lump". I relubed my fingers and pushed them back in. I quickly found what I was looking for. "Just rub it gently," he said. I did as he asked and the effect on him was almost electric. His ass seemed to clench and unclench with a will of it's own and after a while when I looked down, Gerald had leaked so much precum that a small pool had formed on the sheet below his newly hardened cock. "Whoa, stop," he said. "You'll have me cumming if you keep that up" He shuffled backward a little bit more and buried his face in the pillow. He turned his head slightly and mumbled "fuck me now". I didn't need telling twice and having lubricated my cock, I moved forward and pushed it against him. To my surprise he opened easily and at least half of my seven inches slipped straight in. Gerald let out a long sigh and wiggled his buttocks. I started to fuck him with long, slow strokes, each one burying another half inch or so of my cock in him until moments later, my balls came to rest against him. His rear canal felt soft and hot and tight and his sphincter seemed to grip my shaft like a rubber ring. My cock felt like it was encased in a slippery fist and the feeling was so intense that it made me want to thrust my cock in hard and fast. Gerald read my mind. "Fuck me hard now, as hard as you like." I picked up the pace, fucking him harder and faster. I raised myself onto my toes to get my cock in deeper and gripped his hips, pulling him back to meet my thrusts. My balls were slapping against him as I began to really shaft in and out. I became aware that he had slipped one of his hands down to his cock and was wanking furiously. "I want to cum with you," he said "tell me when". I started to move my hips at different angles, trying to reach every last part of his rectum. First rotating one way, then another I corkscrewed into his ass and then I changed yet again, angling my cock upwards and then downwards. Gerald was moaning and grunting with each thrust. He started to whisper to himself in the rhythm of my strokes. "Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..." and then slightly louder, "Come now...come now...come now". I wasn't sure if he meant that he was about to come or if he was giving me an instruction but either way, these quiet words were enough to trigger my own climax. "Yes, now," I gasped, "now!" "Oh, yes... me too... here I go!" As his orgasm started, his ass seemed to grip me tighter and as his cock pulsed, his sphincter started to pulse in time. My own cum raced up my shaft and jet after jet creamed into his rectum. I rammed him as hard as I could until my oversensitive cock could take no more and my breath was coming in short ragged gasps. I slowed my movements but kept thrusting gently, teasing the last spasms from us both. Gerald collapsed on to his stomach and my softening cock plopped out of his ass, bringing with it a slimy trail of cum that dripped onto the bed and the floor. Gerald rolled over on his back. His face was flushed and his eyes sparkling. "You like?" "Yes, I like" I said, sitting down beside him "What about you, did I do it well?" He reached over and patted me on my sticky cock. "Like a pro," he said, "like a pro. If I didn't know better, I would think you've been at it for years. It's a long time since I've had a fucking like that". We lay together for a while gently stroking each other while we recovered. "Come on," he said, suddenly full of life again," lots to do today. Let's get bathed again and then we're going out. Don't ask where, it's a surprise". He rolled off the bed and grimaced at the stains and the soaking wet patches on the sheet. "Oh well," he laughed, "you can't make an omelette with breaking eggs and I guess you can't break in an ass without messing the sheets. My housekeeper comes in at noon, I'll leave her a note to change them." He took my hand. "Right then, Paul my darling, to the bath and err, come to think of it, I could use some of that cream myself," he grinned. We bathed together and while Gerald soaped and rinsed himself, I lay back in the bubbles and gazed at his body. His cock was still slightly engorged from our lovemaking and looked like it could get harder still with a little encouragement. My own erection was yet again painfully upright. It was like I'd taken a horny pill and despite the two orgasms I'd already enjoyed that morning, I was ready again. I sloshed forwards in the water and engulfed Gerald's cock with my mouth. He pulled it back out again and laughed." You horny little devil. You're really turning into a slut, aren't you?" "Mmm." Words from the dozens of stories I had read came easily to my lips. "I want to be your slut, your little girly slut. I want to worship that beautiful cock of yours, drain it dry at every opportunity, spread my ass cheeks open to receive it deep inside me." My hand had stolen back up to his cock and I noticed with pleasure that he was fully hard again. His powers of recovery were impressive, even by my standards. Gerald raised his eyes theatrically, as if to heaven and smiled. "What have I done?" he asked, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "I guessed you were a little time bomb waiting to go off but I never dreamt that you'd go bang in such a big way". "Frankly, neither did I" I said. "I was really nervous about going the whole way and now I have, I just want more and more - just like you promised. It just feels so good, so right. I know I'm a man, but somehow, it's like there's a little girl inside me. I want to be loved and looked after and protected. I want to be made love to, to be taken and fucked. It's like the best of both worlds; I still have my cock but I can also take a cock. I can imagine that my ass is a kind of cunt and in a way, so is my mouth. I feel like I could go on forever." Gerald helped me stand up and began to wash me. He reached for the razor again and began to smooth away the slight stubble that had grown during the night. "Does that mean you only want to be on the receiving end?" he asked. "No, absolutely not. I want to do some fucking of my own. It felt fantastic. Like I said, the best of both worlds." "What about the lingerie?" he asked. "Oh, that's just the icing on the cake. It makes me look feminine and sexy and it makes feel like that too. I just love the feeling of the material and that slight constricted feeling I get from the elastic. It turned me on like nothing before." "Good" said Gerald. "In that case, you're really going to really like what I've planned for you today". He finished shaving me and we stood face to face in the bath. The steam rose from the bubbles and through the slight mist, we gazed at each other for a few moments. He was a truly attractive and charismatic man. The kindness of his face was offset by the sexy wickedness in his twinkling eyes. Even naked he looked a picture of elegance and his soft, cultured voice had a seductive tone like none I had heard before. As if on cue, we moved together and I tilted my head up to receive his kiss. Our tongues glided slickly into each other's mouths, twisting and probing, licking and sucking. We were both rock hard and each of us reached down for the others cock. And like that we began to make love to each other. Our free hands stroked over soft flesh, wet from the bath and the steam. We explored each other with our fingers, pressing and probing, squeezing and pulling. Our eyes were closed and our lips were locked together. Down below, despite the difference in our heights, Gerald had somehow manoeuvred himself so that our cocks were together and we made a tunnel of our soapy hands into which we pushed gently, one forwards, and one backwards and then in reverse. There was no need to move any faster. The feeling of our hard shafts and sensitive cockheads sliding against each other was erotic in the extreme and as our passion mounted, we instinctively tightened our grips, narrowing the sheath formed by our hands and pressing our rigid flesh closer and closer. We were breathing hard, snorting the air through our nostrils, and thrusting our tongues deeper and deeper into each other. I wanted to cum so badly it hurt but I was determined to wait for him. Somehow I held off until at last he tensed against me. He grunted into my mouth and tightened his grip still further on our cocks. We came together, our hands filling with thick streams of cum that coated our respective cocks with our hot male jism. We continued to thrust together in a slippery froth of soap and cum until finally, our erections began to subside. Gerald rose up to his full height again and for a few minutes we rested together, getting our breath back. We stood in the cooling water, his arms encircling me and my head resting against the damp grey hairs on his chest. At that very moment I loved him in a way that I had loved no one before. I was his, totally and without reservation. He gave me a brief squeeze. "Come on," he said, "it's getting cold" We washed the gooey cum from each other and grabbing a couple of large towels went back into bedroom. The sun had climbed higher and the room was nicely warm. He led me into the sunlight that streamed through the tall windows, and fastening one of the towels around his waist, he began to dry me with the other one. The towel was soft and it's caress on my smooth skin brought new sensations of pleasure. I could see my refection in the mirror and although my hairless body still looked deliciously feminine, this time it was no little virgin looking back at me. In just a few hours, my innocence had been taken for good. I had known the feeling of a hard penis thrusting into my rectum, had taken my first cock deep in my mouth and had greedily sucked the cum from it into my belly and I had known the pleasure my hard shaft could give and could get from its deep penetration into another mans bowels. I knew too that my life was never going to be the same again. Gerald finished drying me, went to a wardrobe and removed a large, classy looking carrier bag. "Try these on," he said. I delved into the bag and pulled out a small pile of lingerie wrapped in tissue paper. This time, the underwear was in light grey satin. Panties, suspender belt and bra were each embroidered with a handful of discreet pink roses. To complete the set, there was a pair of sheer stockings, also in grey. I pulled these on first and under Gerald's watchful eye, smoothed out the wrinkles and adjusted the stocking tops until they were at the same height on each thigh. I turned towards the mirror again and started to fit the suspender belt. I could see the reflection of my stiffening cock and as I fastened and adjusted each of the suspenders, it throbbed into full erection. My horny pill was working overtime. Finally, I pulled on the panties and pushed my cock into them, forcing it sideways so that it lay trapped in its satin prison. The undies felt just as exquisite as before. "How do I look?" I asked. Gerald walked over to me and I could see his erection tenting out the front of the towel. I pointed to it. "I guess that answers my question". He walked round me and then proceeded to stroke those long slim fingers of his over the lingerie. "Just gorgeous," he said. He grasped my left nipple through the material and pulled on it. "I'd love it if your tits really fitted in this," he said. "Me too" I laughed "but I think everyone might notice if I suddenly grew a pair of 36D's". "Would that really bother you?" I thought about it. "Yes, it would right now, I mean people noticing, not the tits themselves. I'd love to have real breasts and really big nipples". The Transformation of Paul Ch. 02 Gerald sought out my other nipple and stood in front of me, pulling them both out together. "I could do something about these, if you want". "You can?" "Would you like me to make them bigger for you?" he asked. I nodded. "Right them" he said "let's get dressed and do some shopping". I went to undo my bra. "Yes, take that off but leave everything else on under your clothes," he said, "you'll be amazed how sexy it can be walking around with only you, well and me too, knowing what you have got on underneath your normal clothes." "Are you hungry?" he asked as he, got dressed. I admitted I was. "Yes, starving". "Ok, you finish up and come down when you're ready. I'll go and make us something to keep our strength up". He winked conspiratorially. "Your adventure has only just begun," he said. And in my heart, I knew he was right. The Transformation of Paul Ch. 03 After breakfast, we drove into the town. As Gerald had suggested, I had left the stockings and the majority of the lingerie on underneath my clothes. Only the bra had been left behind since it would have been very noticeable under my thin summer shirt. I sat in the passenger seat and leaned my arm on the sill of the open window. The breeze was channelled into the short sleeve of my shirt and if I pulled the seatbelt away from my chest, I could funnel it to blow directly across my nipples. Whenever he didn't need both hands on the wheel, Gerald would drop his left hand down onto my thigh and gently stroke my right stocking top and suspender through my trousers. Each bump in the road caused the elastic in my undies to tug and as we went round corners, my satin covered buttocks slid sensuously from side to side. Unsurprisingly, my cock was semi-hard and lolled around heavily in my panties. The precum was obviously in free flow as every few minutes, my cock would encounter a cool wet spot on the satin. There was a box of tissues on the dashboard and having pulled one out and sucking in my stomach to give myself access, I stuffed it into my panties to mop up. Gerald was grinning broadly. "Getting over excited again?" I punched his arm playfully. We drove for about 10 minutes and finally parked on the side of the road by a short parade of small shop units. This part of the Old Town had narrow streets and had long since been deserted by the everyday shoppers who sought quicker and easier shopping under the roofs of the out of town hypermarkets. What were left were the small specialist shops that relied on a steady flow of regulars. "What size are your shoes?" For a moment I was taken aback by Gerald's question. "Err.... Size 7". "OK" he said, "you wait here while I do some shopping. I sat in the car and watched the world go by. It seemed so strange to watch ordinary people doing ordinary things. Yesterday, I had been ordinary, looked ordinary, behaved in an ordinary way. I realised that of course I knew nothing about the people who strolled down the street. I took them at face value but really their private lives were as mysterious to me as mine was to them. After all, for all intents and purposes, here I was, a normal looking 18-year-old male, just sitting in a car waiting for the driver. They could not possibly know that underneath my everyday clothes there was a body that had been completely depilated from the neck down and from the waist down was clad in the most feminine lingerie and stockings. I realised that Gerald was right, again. My secret was exciting. My revere was interrupted by him opening his door and sliding back behind the wheel. He leant into the back of the car and deposited a fistful of carrier bags on the back seat. "You weren't long," I said. "No, I only had to go back there". He turned in his seat and pointed out of the back window to a small shop on the other side of the road. I twisted my head round to look and I could see a tiny shop with iron grills at the window. Above the shop a sign in gold lettering on a black background read Narcissus. I was curious about his purchases. "Wait and see," he said. He started the car and we drove through the sunshine to the seafront. "Let's walk for while". We strolled along the promenade, for all the world looking like uncle and nephew. Little did anyone know! The late morning sun worshippers were busy applying lotion and oils and arranging their towels to get the best angle to the sun. I eyed the girls appreciatively but I soon became aware that my interest was as much academic as lecherous. I was comparing breasts and legs, watching the way that buttocks moved inside tight bikini bottoms and checking out hair colours and styles. Gerald was mind reading again. "What do you fancy?" I realised that he had said what not who or which one. He had taken it for granted that I had fully embraced my new girlie lifestyle and I was only slightly surprised to realise that he was right. There was no doubt now in my mind that I really wanted to be a girl. Even as I looked on I was wondering how it felt to have a heavy pair of breasts attached to me, how it felt to feel them wobble and bounce in the confines of their lacy suspension in bras and other lingerie. How it felt to have men stare at them and even rub their stiff cocks between them and how it might feel to run my hands up over my smooth stomach and cup them in my palms, feeling their softness and fullness, stroking my nipples into hard points. "Nothing too big," I replied eventually. I nodded towards a girl in a jazzy yellow and blue bikini. "Like those". "Good choice. Not too big, not too small. They'd look really sexy on you," he said. He reached out and casually brushed the back of his hand against one of my nipples. "Can you imagine it?" There was no doubt I could. My balls and my asshole were involuntarily contracting at the thought. "Oh yes, can I". "So can I," he said "but I promised you that we'd work on your nipples first. What do you say we go home and make a start?" We walked back to the car in silence. The idea of having real breasts had really excited me and Gerald's promise to a start making my nipples bigger, both combined to give me yet another throbbing hard-on. I slipped one hand into the pocket of my trousers in an effort to keep it less obvious but even this proved not to be easy. As well as feeling my hardness through the lining of the pocket, I could of course also feel the stocking top, the taut suspender and the gloriously soft satin panties. In the end, I finished up half trying to hide my erection and half stroking it into a bigger and harder length of flesh. Gerald watched my obvious discomfort with amusement. Maddeningly, he insisted that we stop for drink whilst on the way home and pulled in to a public house near the seafront. We sat on a terrace overlooking the beach and watched the sunlight sparkle on the water. I knew that he was teasing me, prolonging the agony of anticipation for the next part of my education. "There's someone I want you to meet," he said. "His name's Charles and apart from the fact that he's just about the biggest Queen I've ever met, he and I have been friends for years. He's bit of a shock at first but I know you'll like him". "A shock in what way?" "Well, lets put it this way. He's quite tubby, very, very effeminate and in every way imaginable, totally larger than life. Anyway, you'll see soon enough. I've invited him over after dinner". At that moment, "after dinner" wasn't very high on my list of priorities. By now I was itching to know the contents of the carrier bags in the car and to get back for my nipple treatment "Can we go yet?" Gerald checked his watch. "Yes, OK, Mrs Warren should be finished by now". I'd forgotten about his housekeeper and felt a brief rush of embarrassment at the state in which we had left his bed. "Doesn't she ever ask about your, er, guests?" "No, never. That's one of the reasons I employ her," he said. "She gets paid above average and I get complete discretion on her part. It's a good arrangement". Despite his assurances, I was glad to find the house was empty when we got back. It had obviously been cleaned and the smell of lavender furniture polish hung in the air. Gerald had taken the carrier bags from the car and had started up the stairs. "Come on," he said, looking over his shoulder. The bedroom was clean and tidy and the bed was freshly made. Gerald threw the bags onto it and walked across to open the windows. He came back over to me and stood close, looking down at me. "You know, you really are lovely", he said and bent down to kiss me. His lips brushed mine for a moment and then he continued to give me little kisses across my upper lip and on my cheeks. His gentle hands held my face as he softly kissed my eyelids and eyebrows and then he kissed his way down the slope of my nose. He licked gently across my lower lip before he pushed his tongue into my mouth and kissed me properly. He pulled back and started to unbutton my shirt. "I hope you like what I've got for you". The shirt slipped from my shoulders and he spent a few moments stroking his long, elegant fingers over my back and chest. Next, he knelt in front of me and slipped off each of my shoes amd then he undid my trousers and pulled them down. I raised each foot to help him and when my nylon-covered legs were free, he sat back on his heels and looked at me. "So, beautiful," he murmured. He leant forward again and pressed his face into my panties. I could feel his cheek pressing against my erect cock and his hands travelled up the back of my stockings to clutch my satin covered buttocks. Gerald rested like that for several minutes, rubbing his cheek across the hard outline of my shaft. "You feel so good," he said at last. "I wish you could stay here". I brushed my hands through his hair and held his head to me. "Me too," I said and added "I mean it, I really do". A few moments later I felt him undo the suspender clips and then he rolled the stockings down my legs. Then he undid the suspender belt and finally dropped my panties around my ankles. I stepped out of them and leant down to pick them up. The tissue I had used to soak up my precum was sodden and the wet patches on the satin had dried to a white crust. Gerald took them from me and scooping up the rest of my things, dropped them in the laundry basket. "Mrs W can take care of them. They'll be good as new". He walked over to the bed and sorted through the bags. He handed me a long black silk robe. It was trimmed with red lace and fastened with a red silk belt. I put it on and shivered with pleasure as it caressed my skin. My slightly wilted cock pulsed back into full hardness. "I don't think this is ever going to go down", I said pointing at it. Gerald took a tissue from the side of the bed and came over to me. "Mmm, goodie", he smiled. He took me into his mouth and gently licked the sticky coating of precum from my shaft and helmet before wrapping the end of my cock in the tissue. "Don't mess this robe up," said with mock sternness. "At least, not yet!" I tried to concentrate on deflating my cock. It was hopeless. I was as aroused as I had been all day and not only was the silk robe slithering exquisitely over my nakedness but I was now desperate to know what other surprises Gerald had in store for me. He reached into another bag. "Ah, yes," he said, "a little something for those lovely tits of yours". In his hands were what looked like two elongated thimbles. Each looked to be about an inch and a half in length and perhaps half an inch in diameter. From the closed ends, small clear plastic tubes ran down to a sort of control box. It was made of black plastic and was about the size of 3 packets of 20 cigarettes, placed edge to edge. It was attached to a wide black elastic belt. Gerald slipped a panel from the back of the box and started to insert a number of batteries. When he had finished, he snapped the panel back into place and motioned me towards him. He reached round me and fastened the belt behind my back so that the black box lay flat against my stomach. He held out the two thimble ends. "Hold these a moment," he said. He went back to the bed and returned with a small tube. He squeezed a small amount of jelly-like substance from the tube and applied it to each of my nipples and the surrounding areolas. It felt like an ultra slippery lubricant. "Now for the best bit," he said. "Press the cups over your nipples and make sure you push down firmly. He reached for a switch on the control box and stood back. For a moment, nothing happened. Then I heard the box start buzzing and the next thing, my nipples were sucked gently up into the thimble-like ends. The little box continued to buzz and then hiss, buzz and then hiss and each time, the suction pulsed through the tubes and encouraged a little bit more of my flesh to be sucked up. It was a strange but pleasant sensation and I could feel my nipples engorging as the blood was pumped into them. "We'll try an hour to start with," said Gerald. "Come downstairs with me while I get the dinner ready. There's bound to be some cricket or something on the telly". I belted my robe over the nipple machine and went down to the sitting room. Gerald headed for the kitchen and after a while, the clunk of pots and pans and the sound of chopping and mixing, mingled with the laconic commentary that accompanied the Golf tournament that was showing on the television. After a while, he brought me through a huge glass of red wine. "How are they doing?" he asked, nodding in the direction of my tits. "Fine," I said. "It feels nice". "You wait till you take them off," said Gerald. He was grinning again. He returned to the cooking. I sat on the sofa listening to the buzz and hiss of the little box strapped round my waist, the noises from the kitchen and the occasional muted excitement of the commentator as somebody managed a "birdie" or strayed into a bunker. It seemed to be totally bizarre. I was sitting on a sofa, in a comparatively strange house, dressed in another deliciously feminine item of clothing and having my nipples sucked by a machine. Yet the ordinariness of everyday life was continuing around me as though nothing was happening. Most bizarre of all was the fact that I didn't mind. In fact, I was loving every minute of it. A couple more glasses of wine later and Gerald announced that dinner would soon be ready. "Before we eat, let's go upstairs and complete today's transformation," he said. He preceded me up the stairs and into the bedroom. "I should think you're about done now," he joked. I loosened the belt on the robe and let it swing back. The little machine continued to buzz and hiss but I had got used to the sensations and for the last half an hour or so, had hardly noticed them. Even my ever-erect cock was only slightly swollen. Gerald switched the machine off and unbuckled the elastic from round my waist. Gently, he detached the thimble-like cups. It was an incredible sight. During the time that I had been attached to the nipple sucker, my teats had completely changed shape and size. They had grown to at least a half inch in length and had fattened proportionately. They were a deep pink in colour and stood stiffly away from my chest. "Not bad for a first go," Gerald said. "They're bound to go down a bit but with plenty of practise, you should be able to get them to completely fill those little cups. Then, if you like, you can go up to the next size and so on". I tweaked them gently between my fingers, marvelling at their fullness and sensitivity. "You mean I can get them bigger than this?" "Much, bigger. Wait 'till you see Charles'". I had forgotten all about Charles. "Are his large?" "Like I said, everything about Charles is large". Gerald stooped and sucked each nipple in turn into his mouth. He rolled them around his tongue. "God, my darling, that's so sexy. Just wait 'till I've finished dressing you". I didn't have to wait long. He sat me down on the edge of the bed and took some styling gel from one of the bags. He rubbed some into the palms of his hands and then smoothed it into my hair. I had never gone for the fashionable haircuts and although my hair was regularly trimmed, the overall length covered most of my ears and rested on the back of my collar. Taking a brush, he spent some minutes giving me a new parting and pulling the majority of my hair back across one side of my head. When he was satisfied, he reached into the bag again and produced a can of lacquer. "Don't worry," he said, "it looks great and if you don't like it, all you have to do is wash it again". From another bag he produced a make-up case. Foundation, eye shadow and mascara were followed by lipstick and lip-gloss and a final dusting of face powder completed the picture. Next, he took out a little clear plastic box and extracted a short tapered tube. On to the narrow end, he rolled a small transparent rubber "O" ring. He placed the larger end of the tube over one of my nipples and rolled the ring down it. It snapped off the end, trapping the base of my nipple. He repeated the action for the other one and then holding the rings with the tips of his fingers, he used his other fingers to pull the nipples through the rings as far as they would go. The effect was to trap some of the blood supply and engorge my teats even more. I could feel them throbbing in time to my pulse. "They wont go down for a while now. Are they comfortable?" I nodded. The penultimate carrier bag contained even more lingerie. This time, the stockings were black, with seams up the back. A black satin suspender belt was trimmed with red lace and my black satin panties had a red bow at each side. A see-through panel in the front showed off my shaven cock and balls. The bra was also black satin with red bows but also like the panties, it had see-through panels in the cups. My fat nipples were easily visible and poked seductively at the covering. Gerald opened the last bag and produced a pair of red high-heeled shoes. He knelt in front of me and put them on my feet. It felt as though I was standing on tiptoe but they fitted me perfectly. He slipped the robe back on me and without doing it up, helped me over to the mirror. I had truly never seen anything so exciting. The girlie that gazed back at me was stunning. The high heels accentuated the length and shape of my legs and the stockings and suspenders drew my eyes straight to the vee of my panties. My cock was bulging obscenely against the front panel. My hard nipples were clearly visible through the bra and as I looked up, a face that was almost unrecognisable looked back. The make-up and the hair bore no resemblance to the male me. I was looking at a beautiful slut, dressed to kill and dressed for sex. Gerald stood behind me and my heels made me tall enough to feel his erection pressing against my rear cheeks. I was so horny that a part of me wanted to drop my panties, bend over and beg him to fuck me. I could imagine his hard male rod ramming into me while I rested my hands on my knees and thrust back at him. Another part of me though wanted to prolong the suspense. In the end I reached up and back with my hands and half twisting, pulled his lips down to mine. "Thank you," I said, "thank you". He clasped my breasts and nuzzled into my neck. "No," he said, "thank you. You're perfect, better than I ever dared hope. I've waited for someone like you for so long, I'd almost given up hope". I turned fully round and pressed myself against him grinding my satin-covered hardness into his crotch. This time it was me that whispered seductively in to his ear. "Do you want me now?" "There isn't time...dinner..." I was fondling his hard cock through his trousers. "You do, don't you?" I knew I had the better of him and unzipped his flies before edging my hand in and seeking out his bulge. "Wouldn't you like to be in my mouth now?" I whispered as I undid his belt and tugged his trousers down. "Wouldn't you like to fill my mouth with your beautiful cum?" I pulled his underpants over his swollen knob and down over his shaft. "Shall I lick it for you, just a bit?" In answer he gripped my head in his hands and thrust his cock between my lips. "Oh yes, my darling, suck me, make me cum". Almost immediately he started thrusting into my mouth. I held on to his legs and allowed him fuck my face, wrapping my lips as tightly as I could around him. Each time he pulled back, I used my tongue to flick across his pee hole and as he pushed back in I pressed my tongue up as hard as I could against the underside of his cock. The Transformation of Paul Ch. 03 The speed of his climax took me by surprise. "Oh, shit, I'm cumming...." He thrust once more into me and then I felt his semen rush up his shaft and pulse into my mouth. I greedily swallowed my second load of the day and sucked hard as he continued to pump long thick jets of cum into the back of my throat. I kept him in my mouth, savouring the taste and texture of him, bathing his softening cock with my saliva until it was thoroughly clean. At last I let him slip out of my mouth and then I pulled his clothes back up and fastened his trousers. I stood back up, using his body to help get my balance on the high heels. His eyes looked dreamy and I knew that I had pleased him. It felt good and it felt absolutely right. I put my arms around him and he hugged me back. I knew that this man was mine and that I was his. I thought perhaps that this might be like falling in love. "We'd better get dinner," he said finally. "Charles will be here soon". He helped me negotiate the stairs in my new shoes and leaving me tottering up and down the hallway in an effort to master the heels, he set off to the kitchen to serve up the dinner. I could still taste his maleness on my tongue and my cock was wallowing fatly inside my panties. I wondered what Charles would be like and my thoughts turned to the possibilities for the night ahead. The Transformation of Paul Ch. 04 After dinner I went back upstairs to get myself ready to meet Charles. I slipped off my silk robe and stood in front of the full-length mirror. First I adjusted the seams on my black stockings and then I straightened the suspenders and tightened them so that the tops of each stocking came exactly to the same height on my slim thighs. My cock seemed to have been oozing precum forever and tonight was no exception. I reached for a tissue and pushing my panties down, I carefully cleaned it away from my still beautifully smooth shaft and pubic mound. My balls too needed a little bit of attention and in the end I decided to go to the bathroom and wash. I took my panties off and took them with me. After I had properly cleaned myself, I rinsed the transparent panel at the front of the panties and dried them using the hairdryer. Next, I lifted my bra cups and examined my nipples. An afternoon of being sucked by Gerald's little machine and then pinched around the base by the rubber training rings had left them hugely extended. I rolled the transparent ring off each in turn and watched as my nipples throbbed back into life. They felt good and sexy and I knew that Gerald was going to love sucking on them some more. I slipped the cups back over and settled the straps of my bra so that everything was straight. Standing in front of the mirror again, I slipped my panties back on and for a moment or two, I stood there fondling my body through the satin. My cock was more than slightly hard and was resting heavily against the front of my panties. It needed some attention and I was almost tempted to give myself a quick hand job. Instead, I rebrushed my hair and reapplied my lipstick. Even if I say so myself, the image looking back at me from the mirror was incredibly horny. Every nerve ending in my body was in an overdrive of anticipation. I looked like a tart, felt like a tart and wanted to be used like a tart. I could already imagine a thick cock thrusting between my red glossy lips and a stream of hot semen sliding down my throat. My rear hole was contracting involuntarily at the prospect of being filled by a hard male member and my hands wanted to feel flesh and hard cocks and stiff nipples. My excitement was almost palpable and I was aware that I could feel my heart beating against my chest wall. My final preparation was to reach into the bedside drawer and take out the lubricant. I dropped my panties again and bent over. I dug a couple of fingers into the cool gel and reaching back with one hand, I used my fingers to spread my ass cheeks as far apart as I could. I put my other hand back and applied the lube to my pucker. Even this act drove me to further heights of horniness and I deliberately took my time as I worked first one and then another of my fingers through the barrier of my sphincter. I scooped up a little more lube and worked as much as possible into my rectum. The sound of the doorbell brought my self-abuse to a halt and taking a tissue, I cleaned all traces of gel from my crack. I pulled my panties back up and slipped my robe on again. Making a final check in the mirror, I set off to meet Charles. Although I had quickly got used to balancing on my high heels, I didn't trust myself to go down the stairs in them and I slipped them off before padding down in my stockinged feet. I paused outside the sitting room and eased my feet back into them. I could hear voices rising in amused conversation and so taking a long deep breath, I pushed the door open and walked into the room. Gerald hadn't lied. Charles was indeed a large man. He must have been 6' 2" at least and he towered even over Gerald. A huge shirt of billowing blue silk mostly hid his impressive girth. The sleeves were fastened tightly at each wrist and the shirtfront was half open, revealing a hairless chest. He wore cream linen trousers and what looked like a very expensive pair of loafers. He had gold everywhere. Several chains hung round his neck and he appeared to have ring on every finger. Thick grey hair swept back from his forehead and fell foppishly over to one side. The ear I could see was pierced with a large gold stud. Caught in mid laughter, his smallish mouth was rimmed by thick, moist, rubbery looking lips that protruded from under a bulbous nose. Between his lips, I glimpsed white teeth and yet another chunk of gold set as a crown at the front of his mouth. Heavy jowls flopped down over a double if not triple chin but what grabbed my attention immediately as he turned towards me, were his eyes. Romantic novelists would have us believe that people have "eyes like deep pools of liquid this substance or that substance". Needless to say I had never seen eyes like that nor "felt myself drowning in his or her gaze". Meeting Charles changed all that. His eyes were blue, a deep clear blue. They reminded me of the cornflowers we had been made to wear in the buttonholes of our school blazers on Speech Day. They were startling, instantly mesmerising and totally attractive. His grey eyebrows had been plucked to near invisibility and with a shock, I realised that his eyelashes were heavily coated with mascara. Both men had stopped talking and were standing looking at me. Gerald was the first to react. He introduced us formally. "Charles, allow me to introduce Paul. Paul, meet Charles". Charles stared at me. "Well?" asked Gerald looking at him. Charles raised both hands to his face and pressed his fingertips to his cheeks. "Oh my God, Gerry, where ever did you find her. She's absolutely gorgeous!" His voice was pure Oxford but high pitched and effeminate. It had a singsong quality about it and he overstressed each syllable in an almost comic theatrical way. He started across the room towards me. For someone of his size, he was surprisingly light on his feet and defying all logic, actually managed to "mince" in my direction. Up close he seemed even bigger and as he loomed over me I felt small and vulnerable and very, very feminine. I looked at Gerald and he gazed back fondly at me, treating me to that certain smile of his. I felt just like his little girl, his prize even and I knew that I would do whatever he asked of me. I could see the pleasure in his face as his friend of many years stood in front of me, his fingers still pressed into his cheeks and his mouth open in an expression of pure delight. "Show Charles what you're wearing," Gerald said. I undid the red silk belt and stood with my legs slightly apart. I parted the robe with my fingers and sweeping the material back, planted my hands on my hips. "Oh my God...Oh my God". Charles was practically drooling. "She's perfect Gerry. Look at those legs. Oh my goodness... that cute little belly button...and what a cock she's got. Oh Gerry, it's too much, just too much". He moved his gaze up to my tits. "The nipples!" he exclaimed. "Look at them, just look at them. Exquisite, truly, truly exquisite". He reached a podgy hand towards me and with infinite softness, caressed my cheek. I noticed that his immaculately manicured fingernails were coated in clear nail polish. He let his hand travel down my neck and over one of my tits. My nipple immediately hardened and he spent a moment lightly brushing his fingers over it. "Oh, God," he muttered again. "So lovely...." He felt down over my stomach and traced the outline of my cock for a moment before taking my erection into his hand and squeezing it through the material of my panties. "Ooh, big in all the right places as well," he cooed. He continued to stroke down to my thighs and then back up again, his hand sliding over the satin until he was cupping one of my ass cheeks. "Oh Gerry," he said, "You will let me fuck her, wont you?" "That's up to Paul," he said. Charles let go of me and stood back. "Paul? Paul? You can't possibly call her Paul. I think we should call her Paula". I liked the sound of that and looked at Gerald for his reaction. He raised his eyebrows questioningly at me. "Mmm, I'd like that," I said. "Like what? " said Charles solicitously. "Like be called Paula or," he added leaning down so that his lips were right by my ear, "like me to fuck you?" I turned and looked up at him. Despite his size and his effeminate ways, there was something very charismatic about him. He was like a big teddy bear, soft and comforting and I could imagine being snuggled into his arms. And then there were those eyes! "Both," I said. Gerald looked at me with a mixture of lust and pride. "Let's go upstairs," he said. I kicked off my shoes and then removed my bra and panties. Leaving my stockings and suspenders on I climbed into the middle of the bed and watched the other two undress. I loved Gerald's body. It was slim and toned without being muscular and his long legs were complimented by tight buttocks. His half hard cock swayed gently above heavy testicles and I felt my own length harden with anticipation of the pleasure I knew he was going to give me. His kindly face gave no clue to his passionate nature and nothing about him suggested that he was gay. He was an enigma, my enigma and as I watched him shed his clothes, I felt a rush of affection for him. Charles had taken off his shoes and his trousers and was struggling with the cuffs on his shirt. His stomach bulged out where the front had been unbuttoned but instead of falling in the thick rolls of fat I had expected, it appeared to be solid. Freeing his arms at last, Charles shrugged the shirt off. I had forgotten all about Gerald's suggestion that I "should see Charles' tits" and momentarily I was completely stunned. Each of Charles' nipples must have been over an inch long and at least as fat as the end of my thumb. Heavy gold rings stretched them down his hairless chest. He saw me looking. "Aren't big nipples so divine? You wouldn't believe how much work I've put into these," he said, pulling on the rings. "Of course the very best way to stretch them is by having them sucked, as often as possible, he giggled. Still," he added with a lecherous smile, " I'm sure you'll get to find that out for yourself". If I thought his nipples were enormous, it was nothing to the shock I got when his silk boxers fell around his ankles. I found myself looking at a cock of elephantine proportions. Even completely flaccid, it dangled between his legs like a trunk. I could see that unlike Gerald or me, he was circumcised and from where I was sitting, the mushroom head looked like the size of a small apple. Gerald had climbed onto the bed beside me and was idly stroking my erection. "Impressive isn't it?" Charles heard him and seized the monster in his fist. "What, this little thing?" he asked in mock innocence, wagging it obscenely at us. He practically skipped across the room and flopped down heavily on the free side of the bed. I felt very vulnerable being in between them but even though I realised that I would be helpless to stop them doing whatever they wished with me, my excitement completely outweighed my fear. "Ooh, isn't this just the most delicious way to spend an evening?" said Charles. Almost immediately I felt his chubby hands begin stroking over my stocking tops and inner thighs. His touch was feather light as he let his fingers meander up over my hip and play gently across my stomach. He bent his head forwards and kissed me. Like Gerald, his mouth was soft but his kiss was probing and insistent. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth and set about running it around the inside of my cheeks and over my teeth and gums. I felt as though he was literally sucking me into him, devouring me with his forceful passion. On the other side of me, Gerald had moved his hand from my erection and was slowly pinching and twisting my nipples. Each time I felt his fingers squeeze my tits, my cock throbbed and jerked and I could feel my precum trickling over my bell end. I reached a hand down between his legs and grasped his rock hard shaft in my fist. I began to wank him, drawing his foreskin back and forth in a slow rhythm. His knob was already slick with his juices and I let my hand spread the wetness down his rigid length, working to milk more and more of it from his pee hole. Charles withdrew his tongue from my ravished mouth and hefting himself up the bed, he leant over me and pressed one of his huge nipples between my lips. I hadn't noticed him remove the gold ring from it and I was surprised when I sucked the fat teat into my mouth without any hindrance. "Oh, yes, my darling little Paula," he whispered, "suck that nipple for me". I drew it in as deep as possible and started to suck it hard. I felt the nipple swell and harden under my tongue until it seemed like I was sucking someone's finger. Charles reached down for my free hand and guided it to his other breast. This nipple retained the piercing and I pulled on the gold ring, stretching and twisting the titflesh. Gerald took this as his cue and lowered his lips to my much smaller nipples. I felt his warm, wet mouth envelop my titty and then he was sucking at it. He used his teeth to slowly draw out the flesh until my nipple was stretched to its limit and then he would let go of it so that it sprang back. The sharp edges of his teeth dug into the tender skin to produce exquisite torture and I found myself moaning and chewing hard on Charles' nipple as each sensation coursed through me. Just when I thought I could take no more, both of them stopped and pulled away. They manoeuvred themselves and me so that Charles was lying on his back and I was kneeling between his legs facing him. Gerald knelt beside me and together we started to work on Charles' mammoth cock. I watched almost mesmerised as Gerald fondled the huge appendage. Erect, it didn't seem to have got very much larger from when I first saw it but it remained an imperious and mighty weapon. I tentatively reached out and tried to close my fingers around it. They failed to meet by some way and I noticed that even Gerald's long fingers only just managed to encompass the girth. I let my fingertips explore the huge penis and I marvelled at the power and strength of it. It felt as though I had hold of a iron shaft that had been encased in a padded velvet sheath. Under the smooth skin, thick blue veins throbbed and I could feel corrugated sheets of muscle running up the length towards the head. The bell end was equally impressive. The skin was stretched taut across a massive purple dome and the single eye disgorged a long teardrop of clear fluid. I used the pad of one finger to smear the precum over the cockhead and then I leant forward and using the very tip of my tongue, I traced my way across the soft, tight skin, licking up the sticky residue. In an effort to increase the sensation, Charles was pushing his hips up from the bed and I knew that he wanted to be sucked. I lowered my head and let the knob push past my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and forced the giant mushroom head into my mouth. I could feel my lips stretch and then as his cockhead entered my mouth, they snapped back behind it to form a tight elastic ring. I took as much of the shaft as I could in to my mouth but I was so full that I couldn't use my tongue to stimulate any part of it. Charles didn't seem to mind and was content to let me bob my head up and down and massage the crown of his cock with my lips. I joined both my hands together and formed a ring around his shaft, using my dribbling saliva to lubricate and massage his length. Meanwhile, Gerald had moved behind me and was stroking my buttocks. I felt his slip a finger into my ass and gasp in surprise as he discovered that I was already open and lubricated for him. He placed his cock at my opening and without ceremony, thrust into me. Had I not had my mouth over-full with cock, I think I would have yelled. This was not my gentle and considerate lover of yesterday taking me but a man who was fired with lust and was using me like his toy. His cock speared into me and he started to fuck me with deep powerful strokes. My ass burned as he rammed into me but my own lust welcomed the discomfort and I found myself pushing back to match his rhythm. He gripped my suspender belt with both hands and began to ride me in the same way as a jockey rides a horse, not fast but with masterful thrusts that thudded into my rectum. I felt as though I was impaled at both ends and the thought drove me to new heights of lust. The pain had gone from my ass and I relaxed my sphincter to give Gerald free access to my rear canal. My mouth was still fully stretched around Charles' cock and for some minutes we continued to thrust and suck and groan in a tableau of male on male debauchery. My jaw was aching with the effort of being forced open all the time and I finally pulled my mouth of Charles' cock. A ring of my lipstick marked the depth of my sucking and I surprised myself to realise how much of his monstrous meat I had managed to get in my mouth. Gerald withdrew from my ass and asked if I was all right. "I'm fine," I said, "I just need a rest for a minute". All three of us were achingly hard and far too horny to stop for long. Gerald moved to the middle of the bed and lay down on his back. He rolled his hips back and grasped his legs behind his knees opening his rear hole to Charles and me. "Come on you fat fairy," he said with a big grin, "let's see if you can still fuck with that thing or do you keep it just to frighten little boys". He nodded towards Charles' cock. Charles sighed and raised his eyes to the ceiling. "Sticks and stones, Gerry darling. Sticks and stones. You of all people should know what I can do with this. Have you forgotten so soon?" Charles reached for the jar of lubricant and began to apply generous dollops to Gerald's puckered hole. He tuned to me. "You know Paula, Gerry can be such a bitch sometimes. Fancy calling me of all people a fat fairy!" His eyes twinkled. "Us girls have got to stick together, haven't we darling. We'd better show him how to behave himself, yes?" I nodded and watched as Charles inserted a couple of sausage-like fingers into Gerald's asshole. "Ooh, Gerry...so tight, love", he cooed and ignoring the grimace on Gerald's face he lubricated a third fat digit and forced it in alongside the other two. I remembered how easily Gerald had taken my own cock but even so, I had some doubt as to whether he could take Charles'. From previous remarks I supposed that they had fucked before and I could see how eager Gerald was to try again. Charles shuffled his bulk forwards and pressed the huge head of his cock against his target. Gerald began to take long, deep breaths and I was amazed to see that every time he breathed out, his anal ring loosed and expanded around its invader. Charles continued to push gently and slowly, bit by bit, Gerald's asshole opened. Finally, the massive head popped past the sphincter and with a long sigh, Charles buried at least half of his cock into Gerald's rear passage. Gerald looked as though he was in heaven. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted in a dreamy smile. Only the slight furrowing of his brow gave any hint of discomfort and as I watched in almost morbid fascination, Charles dropped his considerable weight onto Gerald and slowly but surely, imbedded the entire length of his giant cock into Gerald's bowels. Then, they began to fuck. At first, Charles moved slowly, drawing his cock out almost completely and then pushing back until he was fully inside again. Gerald lay quite still, his face a mask of pleasure pain but after a while he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Suck me, please". I motioned for Charles to lift his weight up and then squirmed around on the bed and worked my head under Charles' substantial gut. I found Gerald's cock and sucked it into my mouth. To assist me, Charles sat back on his heels and with a strength that he didn't look as though he possessed, he hooked his arms under Gerald's legs and pulled him back onto his shaft. The Transformation of Paul Ch. 04 I now had total access to Gerald's cock and proceeded to suck as well as my limited experience would allow. As I sucked, Charles' obscenely large cock was thrusting into Gerald only inches from my face. I could see that the tightness of Gerald's ring was squeezing the blood from Charles' shaft and I could only imagine how fabulously tight his asshole must feel. I became aware that Gerald's breathing was becoming rapid and I could feel his balls tightening. This spurred both Charles and I into greater efforts and we both started to move faster. Suddenly, Gerald's whole body went rigid and intermingled with Charles' grunting and the slap of wet flesh on wet flesh, I heard him shout out in a strangulated cry of ecstasy. I felt his cock pulse in my mouth and the first jet of semen rushed out onto my tongue. Again and again, the spasms wracked his body and each new one brought a fresh torrent of hot, thick cum onto my tongue. I swallowed gratefully while he pumped and pumped and when he had nothing left to give me, I continued to tease the last dying throes of his climax from him. We rested again to get our breath back and I realised that like me, Charles had yet to cum. His cock was still huge and throbbing and mine was almost painfully heavy with unspent passion. He was lying on his back and I reached out to stroke his cock. It was gooey with lube and precum and felt hotter and harder than ever. I leant over him and taking the jar of lubricant from the bedside table, I coated his shaft with a liberal handful of the slippery gel. As I knelt on the bed beside him, I took his cock in my hand and slowly worked the glistening semi-liquid onto his shaft. I gazed into his dark blue eyes and watched as the tip of the tongue that had so forcefully ravaged my mouth, snaked out and moistened his thick lips. His nipples looked swollen and where I had chewed on one of them, I could see the darker indentations and bruising of my teeth. I ran my hand over my own chest and pulled at my tits. They were sore in a nice way and as I twisted them, fresh waves of pleasure tingled at my cockhead. Without breaking eye contact with him, I swung one of my legs over his hips and straddled him. I reached behind me and guided the swollen head of his monster cock to my rear hole. At first, I simply pressed down on it slightly and then rising up, rubbed it up and down over my pucker. Every little while I would press down again and the combination of massaging my hole with his cockhead and pushing down a little at a time, started to take effect. Charles was looking into my eyes, his face a curious mixture of shock and anticipation at what I was attempting. Gerald had started to recover and moving over the bed towards us he knelt by my side. "Don't hurt yourself," he said. His voice was full of concern. I shook my head but said nothing. I was too busy concentrating on my task. Charles was staring into my eyes almost willing me on and I could clearly see that he was becoming more and more aroused. "Keep still," I said to him. "Let me do all the moving, OK?" He nodded but despite what I'd said, I could feel tiny thrusts of his cock as I rubbed it back and forth across my hole. Even though Gerald had stretched me earlier, I knew that I wasn't really big enough to take Charles' cock. I was determined to give it my best shot and I realised that above all I wanted Gerald to be proud of me. I kept on pushing myself down on Charles' bell end and it felt as though I was splitting in two. Each time I pressed down, it took my breath away but by now, I was so horny that I didn't care about the pain. I just wanted to feel that massive cock in me. Gerald sensed that I was nearly there. I was grunting with the effort of lowering myself down and gasping as each time I was penetrated more and more. "Come, on my darling," he said. "You can take it, I know you can take it. Let yourself open. Relax... that's right...let it happen....just sink down on it". He started to stroke my hair as he encouraged me and began to nuzzle into my neck, licking softly under my ear and whispering. "Just a bit more my little girl...take it slowly...let that sweet little ass of yours take it in...you can do it...go on....go on...." The next time I pressed down, Gerald got hold of my hips and started to push. "No!" I said. "Yes, this time". He held me down, refusing to allow me to rise. Charles added his encouragement. "Oh yes, this time my little girly, this time." Gerald waited till the next time I breathed out and pushed down hard. At the same time, Charles thrust upwards. My sphincter gave way and what felt like a tree trunk smashed up into my rectum. I know I yelled and screamed. The pain was intense like someone had pushed a red-hot poker into my ass. I struggled to get off but with Gerald holding my hips and Charles pressing down on my stockinged thighs, it was impossible. "Shush, there...it's ok, just try to relax. You will get used to it. I promise". As if to reassure me, Gerald gave me a soft lingering kiss. "You did want it," he reminded me. I nodded and bit my bottom lip in an effort not to cry. Charles was very gently moving his hips and despite the fact that my asshole felt as though it was irreparably torn apart, deep inside me I began to feel the stirrings of pleasure. My cock had completely deflated and Gerald set about getting me hard again. His slim fingers gripped my shaft and the harder I became, the more I relaxed. Then Gerald turned his attention to my nipples and his skilled tongue quickly teased them back into hard points of lust. I was only mildly surprised to find that whilst Gerald had been sexing me up again, Charles had managed to get virtually all of his battering ram cock into me. I started to move very slowly up and down and after a few strokes, the pain lessened. The feeling of fullness was impossible to describe and I felt that Charles was reaching into the very core of my being. He began to thrust up in time with my strokes and soon I was riding on his rigid pole, letting the smooth walls of my rectum massage and suck at his shaft. It began to feel really good and I started to move faster. I sat straight up on him and began to shunt my hips backwards and forwards in a sort of cinder-shifting movement. Charles still had his eyes locked on mine but his mouth was gaping and his chest was heaving breathlessly. "I want you to cum", I gasped. "I want you to cum now". I started to really fuck myself on his cock. "Please, Charles...cum now...please..." I reached forward and grasped a nipple in each hand. "Come on....fuck me...fill me...do it now..." I twisted his nipples viciously. "Now! Do it now!" I yelled at him. His cock rammed up hard into my belly and suddenly he was cumming. His fat fingers dug painfully into my thighs and I could feel an incredible heat spreading through my bowels. "Cum with me," he gasped. I dropped my hand to my cock and wanked hard. The first spurt of jism arched out of me and splattered on his shoulder. Successive spurts covered his neck and his chest with thick ropes of my semen and each new spasm of the cock in my ass compelled me to ejaculate yet another gob of cream. My climax over, I started to shake and Gerald helped me climb off Charles. I felt shattered. My tits and my ass throbbed, my jaw ached and I was drenched in sweat. He kissed me tenderly and cuddled me into his arms. "I'm so proud of you," he said. "Sleep a little". I didn't sleep but lay with my eyes closed listening while Charles got up and dressed. I heard Gerald let him out and come back upstairs. He climbed into bed and switched off the light and once again allowed me to cuddle up against him. I rested my head on his chest and then slowly I moved down to his cock. I took it into my mouth and suckled it gently until he was hard. Then I caressed it with my tongue and my lips in a slow expression of my love for him. Gerald's hands stroked my hair as with infinite care, I bathed his maleness with my tongue and worshipped him with my mouth. Only a small gasp escaped his lips when he came and I let his precious cum pump warmly onto my tongue before swallowing it and falling into a deep dreamless sleep.