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One hot summer day, my friend Sam and I were scoping out the babes at our local beach, as usual. I saw this really hot, busty blonde a few towels down giving me the eye.
"Hey, check her out!" I said to Sam. He peeked up from beneath his Ray Bans and shook his head.
"Forget that one," he said. "She's not your type."
"What do you mean?" I said. This girl would be anybody's type—even blind men!
"Just take my word for it, forget her," my pal advised, sipping his iced tea.
When it comes to women, Sam's judgment was 100 percent. At least, I'd thought so, up until that moment!
Despite Sam's warning, I continued to make eye contact with the leggy, curvy babe. I never did get up the courage to go over and talk to her. Sam kept distracting me all day, pointing out different women. Finally, when we going to go home, I had decided to introduce myself, but when I got back from a short swim, my blonde, blue-eyed friend was gone.
I was pretty bummed out about not getting to meet the leggy blonde woman, but when I got home, there was one of those little yellow stick-on notes inside my ice chest. It said:
"Hi, handsome! Wanna meet me alone? Come to the private beach at Crestline Terrace tomorrow night at sunset. Swim trunks optional. Yours truly, Shandi."
Wow! She did want to meet me. I was so excited, I called up Sam and told him how wrong he'd been about her. I guess he'd thought she was stuck up, or "out of my league."
"Look, Teddy, have I ever steered you wrong?" Sam implored. "I'm telling you, this babe is pure bad news! Just forget her, man!"
"No way!" I said. I hung up before he could object. He was probably just jealous, anyway!

Crestline Terrace is about six miles out of town. I was working that summer, and my boss wouldn't let me go early, so I barely made it by sunset. I ran down the stone steps to the beach, hoping no one had seen me. I wasn't a member of the Crestline Club, and the beach was private. I guess I got lucky, because there was nobody there—including my friend, Shandi! I searched all up and down the beach. I couldn't believe she'd stood me up! I was about to declare my friend Sam right when I caught a glimpse of golden hair flashing from a rocky, secluded cove. Shandi was lying on her stomach on a blanket, showing off an ass most women would kill for! I found myself getting hard just staring at those creamy ass cheeks and upper thighs when she saw me and waved me over to her.
"Hi, gorgeous!" she smiled. "I thought you weren't going to show."
"I couldn't find you," I admitted, spreading out my blanket next to hers.
"I know," she said, licking her lips in a way that sent shivers up my spine. "I picked this spot because it's hard to see. Very private. I like that."
We made idle small talk for a few minutes, then Shandi asked me if I'd oil her back and legs and handed me a bottle of suntan lotion.
I was only too happy to oblige, since it gave me the excuse to feel her hot, smooth skin, and caress those long, lovely legs. I nearly fainted when she pulled her thong bikini up her crack and asked if I'd "do her ass."
Rubbing that slippery, slick oil over her round, satiny cheeks was one of the sexiest sensations I'd ever had, and by the time I'd covered every inch of that lovely backside of hers, I had a huge, full erection dripping with preseminal fluid.

"Why don't you come over here, " Shandi purred seductively. "And let me do you now."
She oiled me from my shoulders to my navel with her long, slender hands and hot, fire-engine red nails, scratching me and tickling my belly button. Without another word, she yanked off my swimming trunks and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She gave me the best blow job I've ever had in my life, tickling my balls with her long nails, kissing the underside of my shaft, teasing the head with her hot lips and probing tongue. I thought I was going to pass out! I felt myself getting ready to come, and told her, in case she didn't want to taste my semen in her mouth. She gave my balls a savage yank, which seemed to send the jism right back up into my scrotum
"Not yet you don't! " Shandi teased, wriggling her oiled ass. "You have a job to finish, young man!"
I couldn't believe it. Was this blonde angel asking me to give her anal sex, one of my biggest unfulfilled fantasies?
"You mean you want me to—" I stammered, still reeling from the touch of her lips on my organ.
"I said I wanted you to "do" my ass, and I meant it," she grinned devilishly. "In the Biblical sense."
"I've never done that before," I admitted. "You'll have to tell me what to do."
"Don't worry," she laughed. "It's as easy as it sounds. I'll guide you. Go back and kneel in the sand, straddling my legs, and put the head of your big, beautiful cock up against my asshole."
I did as she said, feeling the pressure as I slid aside her thong and placed my glans at the opening to her anus. Man, that felt hot, and I wasn't even inside her yet!
"No spread my ass cheeks with your hands," Shandi instructed. That gave me an even better view of her pretty, pink bunghole, and made my rock-hard rod even stiffer.
"Now what?" I asked, hardly able to breathe.
"Now slowly slide it in, baby," she instructed. "Real slow. Give me just the tip."
She moaned and ground her hips as I slid the head of my cock past her tight, resistant asshole. The sensation of pressure and the smoothness of her ass cheeks against my thighs got me really hot.
"Ooh!" Shandi gasped. "You're a natural at this, honey. Now give me a little more. Just an inch. Very, very slowly."
I complied, spreading her more to allow my dick to penetrate her rectum. It felt great. It felt like her ass was sucking my cock. Shandi ground her hips again, and another inch slid into her hot, pulsating ass.
"Now go, baby," she commanded. "Give me more. Give me your whole magnificent tool!"
I slid in a few more inches. At first it was hard, but she relaxed her sphincter muscles to let me go deeper, until I was finally lying on top of her, my cock engorged up to the shaft in her tight, cozy asshole.
"Oh, yes!" the blonde babe moaned. "Now slide it in and out. Fuck me, baby! Fuck my ass good!"
I thrust with my hips, jamming my cock up her scorching hot butt, then pulling it all the way out. She writhed and ground her hips in a sexy rhythm, and pretty soon, I felt myself reaching the point of no return. I reached up and grabbed her big, soft tits, arched my back and really rammed my rod in deep, all the way up to the balls.
"Give it to me, baby!" Shandi said. "Fill my ass with your hot cum. Shoot for me!"
I shot what felt like a gallon of semen up her hiney, watching the excess drip out of her ass. That got me hard again, and I kept fucking her until she gasped in orgasm. Wow! That had felt sensational! Her ass was tighter and hotter than any pussy I'd ever screwed
We lay there, my cock still up her ass, for about half an hour. Then she said she had to leave, and before I could even ask her last name, she was up, dressed and sauntering away down the now dark beach.


"Wait!" I called after her. "When can I see you again?"
"You can't!" she shouted back, disappearing up another flight of stone step. "We had our fun. Don't spoil it with silly emotions. Thanks, baby. You were great!"
Then she was out of sight.
I ran up the steps after her, but halfway up, I heard a car engine turn over. By the time I'd reached the top, Shandi was history.

For three weeks after that, I looked for the incredible blonde lady at the beach, and even came back to Crestline Terrace, but got thrown out by a security guard. I didn't see her anywhere. I had to tell someone about my exciting anal adventure, so I finally broke down and told Sam.
"You didn't!" he screamed, shaking me by the shoulders. "Tell me you're making this all up!"
"Why would I make it up, dude?" I replied. "It was the hottest sex I ever had!"
"Oh, man!" Sam said, sounding more upset than excited for me. "I can't believe it!"
"What, that it happened to me, not you?" I teased.
"You don't understand, man!" he shouted, sounding angry. "Remember I said she wasn't your type, and that you should have stayed away from her?"
"Yeah," I recalled. "I figured you were jealous or something."
"Try "or something," Sam said. "Ted, I don't even know how to tell you this! You'd better have a drink. Or two!"
"Why?" I asked. Now I was starting to get scared. Sam never got like this about women.
"I told you that stuff because I'd seen that chick before," Sam said.
"What is she, some mobster's girlfriend?" I asked. "Is she married?"
"No, man," he said. "You still don't get it. I saw her on the "Bernie Baxter Show."
"That late night talk show?" I asked.
"Yeah," Sam said. "Ted, sit down."
"Why?" I asked.
"Just do it!" he insisted. I sat down in a big, overstuffed armchair. He got me a beer from the fridge and insisted I drink half of it before he'd tell me the rest.
"So what is going on?" I finally said, feeling a nice buzz from the alcohol.
"She was on that show because she's a transexual, Ted!" Sam confessed. "You know "chicks with dicks! I think they call them "shemales"
I did the World's Greatest Spit Take, dousing my friend's face and chest with beer.
"You're k**ding me!" I stammered. "It's not possible! Not with those legs. And what about her tits? She has great tits, I felt them!"
"They're implants," Sam said. "Saline City! I can't believe you nailed her!"

Well, I couldn't believe it either! There was no way I couldn't tell the difference between a guy and girl! No man had legs that curvy! It wasn't possible. Sam insisted that she worked at a burlesque house called "Lacy Lilly's" down in the West Beach area, and that if I wanted proof, I should go there. I thought he was nuts, but as the days went by, it began to eat at me. What if he was right? There was only one way I could ease my mind about this seemingly impossible claim. I had to swallow my pride (and fear), go to "Lacy Lilly's" and watch the show.
I don't think I've ever felt as embarrassed as I did walking through those "saloon" doors into that transexual strip club. I must have been blushing so brightly you could read street signs by point my face at them. The "hostess" seemed to pick up on this pretty quickly as she led me to a table.

"First timer, huh?" she smiled. She was a pretty brunette. There was no way she was packing a rod under that tight, "Southern Belle" skirt—or was there? "Don't worry about it. Relax. We get lots of curious straight guys in here. No one's going to bug you. Just sit back, have a drink and enjoy the show."

The "show" was about two hours long, and actually composed of three or four "mini" shows. The first was a bikini contest. I couldn't believe all those leggy, busty gals parading up and down the cat walk in the skimpiest of swim wear were all transexuals! I was embarrassed to find that I was getting kind of turned on. Did that mean I was gay? I was very confused as I watched the next segment, a lingerie fashion show that would have made Mata Hari herself blush. Still no sign of Shandi, which made me feel that Sam had been pulling a practical joke. I was just waiting for him to pop up with a Polaroid camera to catch me gawking at these ersatz females. I had to admit, some of them were better looking than the girls I'd been dating lately!
Finally, during a "Can-Can" dance number, I spotted Shandi. My heart sank. It was her, all right. There was no mistaking that pair of gorgeous gams. What was I going to do? Should I have myself tested for diseases? I sat there and fumed, trying to figure out my next move. When the show was over, I was going to get backstage and give that deceiving little diva a piece of my mind. The way things turned out, I never got the chance to confront Shandi, but I met someone spectacular instead!
While I was still fuming and ruminating on my planned revenge, a waitress brought me over a small white envelope with a note inside. The note read:
"Important you see me back stage. Dressing Room 104. Knock before entering. Yours truly, DeDe Diamonds (the third girl to your left in the kick line)."
The act onstage was a kind of parody of the "Rockettes," with a little Busby Berkley thrown in, and the third "girl" from my left was a pretty, Jane-Russell lookalike I'd noticed earlier in the lingerie and swimsuit routines. She smiled and winked at me when she passed, giggling her very curvaceous ass in my direction. I couldn't help the erection that was starting to strain against my shorts. That "shemale" had a full, sensuous body and long, luscious legs. I was starting to feel less nervous about the whole "transexual" business. As the hostess had suggested, I was relaxing and enjoying the show.
When the final number, a very hot striptease which featured almost all of the "girls" was over, I asked my waitress how to get to the dressing rooms.
"DeDe?" she inquired with a coy, knowing grin.
"Yeah," I replied, feeling uncertain about my rendezvous with the brunette shemale.
"You're in a very select few, honey!" the waitress said, showing me the way backstage. Several other girls in the show passed me and some made kissing noises, which was kind of embarrassing. Now I knew how women on the beach felt, being eyed like meat. Kind of changed your whole attitude, being leered at by sexy women who weren't women!
I arrived outside DeDe Diamonds dressing room and knocked twice.
"Who is it?" a breathy, very feminine voice inquired.
"It's the guy you sent the note to," I replied.
"Come on in, it's unlocked, " DeDe said. "I'm just changing. I'll be right with you."
I walked in and shut the door behind me. Her dressing room was pretty large, with a full-length mirror, a huge makeup table, a sofa, coffee table and three plush chairs. I sat in the chair closest to the door. I was beginning to feel nervous again, and found that my hands were shaking. I took a few deep breaths and tried to convince myself it was O.K. to be here.
"Why did you ask to see me?" I said. DeDe was behind a series of Japanese screens, changing out of the Western outfit she'd worn in the kick line.
"Honey, I can spot that look a mile away," she laughed. "You have got a major case."
"Huh?" I said, confused. "A major case of what?"
"The dreaded "Shandi-itis," she replied, emerging from the screens, dressed in a blue and gold bathrobe.

"You know about me and Shandi?" I gasped. Had the little bitch been flaunting the way she'd used me, bragging about it to her friends?
"I don't have to know," the pretty brunette said. "I've seen it a hundred times. But I should tell you right now, you'll never see her again, dear. She's a one-nighter. It turns her on, seducing straight guys, but only for one-time sex."


"You've got me wrong," I said. I couldn't help noticing the way her big, full breasts filled out the top of the robe. Maybe she wasn't a woman, but she was very feminine and enticing. Her lips were red and full (probably collagen-injected), her hips were curvy and her legs were even prettier than Shandi's. She had a "meatier" figure, but she was still a knock out. I found myself getting aroused in spite of myself just looking at her.
"In what way, dear?" DeDe asked. Apparently she'd noticed my staring. She sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs in a very sexy way. She was wearing black, sheer stockings, and boy did they look hot and sophisticated on her gorgeous gams!
"I don't want to have sex with Shandi again," I said. "I just want to give her a piece of my mind for what she did to me!"
DeDe laughed.
"Forget it!" she smiled. "That little minx isn't worth the wasted breath. I'll give you the same advice I give all of her victims. Just write it down as one hell of a ride and go on with your life."
"I guess you're right," I said, feeling a little dizzy. "I shouldn't get myself all worked up. I mean, just because I slept with her doesn't mean I'm gay, does it?"
DeDe laughed again.
"I didn't think it was such a funny question," I said.
"Honey, are you attracted to me?" she asked point blank. Hit with that kind of honesty, all I could do was tell the truth.
"Yes, I am," I replied, trying to keep my growing boner under control.
She stood up and let the robe slip to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing a black, lacy corset, her big, round tits magnificent and erect above the lace-up top.
"Do you think I look like a man?" she asked, running her long, slim hands down her sculpted, perfect legs.
"No way!" I stammered. "You look like a very attractive woman."
"That accounts for that small sledgehammer in your shorts," she laughed. "Don't worry about it, baby. I AM a woman, and so is Shandi. We're just a different kind of woman than you're used to."
"I guess you could look at it that way," I admitted, but I was still confused. I was getting a headache.
DeDe closed the dressing room door and locked it, smiling prettily.
"Now then," she said in a seductive lilt. "Why don't you forget that skinny little slut and come over here and kiss me like you know you want to kiss me."
She was absolutely right. Her lips drew me like a magnet, and before I could stop myself, I was in her arms. At first, I controlled the kiss, but soon, she took over. Wow! I'd never been kissed like that in all my life! Her lips tasted of honey and cinnamon and fire all at the same time, and her tongue and mine did a rapturous dance inside our mouths, probing and lapping wildly. She pulled me close, rubbing her gorgeous globes against my chest, her legs rubbing up and down my thighs. Beneath the silk of her corset/teddy I could feel a slight bulge, and for some reason, that turned me on even more.
I broke the kiss and planted my mouth over her right tit, sucking and slurping as my free right hand tweaked and caressed her left nipple. DeDe moaned and rubbed my cock through my shorts with both her hand and legs. I switched to her left tit, then pulled opened each corset lace, kissing the bottoms of her breasts, and down her long, curved belly to her navel. I stopped there, nervous and unsure of what to do next. I could see and feel her big, hard penis straining under that black, silken covering, and suddenly, I wanted it in my mouth. I carefully freed it and began to cover it in tiny "angel kisses." The flesh of her cock tasted salty and sharp, like a fine wine. I licked the underside, then the top, and finally took the glans into my lips. I'd never done this before, but I started to suck her cock, and she slid more and more of it into my mouth, until the whole seven inches was pumping up against my inner cheeks.
"Mmm!" she cooed as she began to slide her huge cock in and out of my wet, hungry mouth. "You do that so well!"

I could tell by the pulsating of her engorged glans that she was about to burst, and I was eager to get my first taste of cum. I held her ass cheeks tight and pressed my face into her pubic hair as she came a huge burst down my throat. It tasted salty and bitter, but not at all bad. I licked and sucked until every drop was gone, then I knelt on the floor and caught my breath, lapping at the few loose bits of cum around my lips.
"That wasn't as scary as I thought it would be," I admitted.
"Now it's your turn, lover," DeDe said. She had me sit in a stiff, cane backed chair. She pulled my short off and yanked my throbbing cock out of my boxers.
"Oh! You are a big boy!" she purred. "Shandi sure knows how to pick 'em!"
"Thanks," I said. She kissed me deeply on the lips, and then licked her way down my chest. I felt all the hair on my body standing on end as she licked her lips and slid them down onto my straining shaft. If I'd thought the blow job I'd gotten from Shandi had been great, this one was truly ecstatic. She lapped down each inch of my six inch rod, and squeezed and played with my balls at the same time, which made me even harder inside those lush, wet cheeks. Like Shandi, she didn't want me to cum in her mouth, and yanked in the same painful motion which kept me from shooting my burning wad down her talented throat. I knew what was coming next, and I was eager. Her bare ass was even lovelier and much curvier than Shandi's. She handed me a jar of cream and told me to coat my cock with it, the shoved some up her ass with her own fingers.
She got up into a "doggy" position on the sofa, and I knelt behind her. Before entering her hot rectum, I decided to give her a rim job, licking and kissing her lovely, white ass over every inch of her creamy, alabaster-smooth flesh. Finally, I knew I couldn't wait any longer, and I slid my glistening glans up past her "glory hole" and into hiney heaven. I mauled those huge, delicious tits as I rhythmically ground each inch of my cock into her deep, yielding "pussy."
"Oh, yeah, fuck my ass-pussy!" she moaned.
I came pretty quickly, and smeared the excess semen into her big, round butt cheeks playfully.
"Turn about is fair play," she said, a devilish twinkle in her eye.
"Um—I don't think I'm ready for that!" I gasped. Her cock was both longer and thicker than mine, and I just didn't think I could take it up my virgin ass. She was about to prove me wrong, and I loved it!
"I'm ready," she said. "Get on all fours and prepare for the real ride of your life, honey!"
There was something so sexy and dominant about the way she said it, that I did what she asked, even if I was trembling so hard I thought I'd faint.
"First, to repay that wonderful rim job you gave me," DeDe said, lowering her moist mouth to my butt flesh. She kissed, nipped and licked at my ass, sliding a cream-coated finger into me, which made my cock hard again. She tongued me deep in the ass, licking and slurping messily.
"Now it's time to play," she laughed, and without another word she slid the head of her pulsating purple penis up my butt. It felt like a hot poker, and I gasped in pain, but she kept working more and more of it in. Then she began to really pump her hips and fuck me. I can hardly describe the sensation. It felt sexy and painful at the same time, but I didn't want her to stop.
"That's it," she encouraged me. "Relax and take my big clit up your ass pussy."
She kept fucking me harder and harder, and it started to feel really terrific as her pulsing glans drove deeper into my virgin anus. She arched over and drove herself "balls deep" and I think I almost passed out. The silken caress of her stockings against my ass was fantastic.
"Do you want my pussy juice in you ass?" DeDe asked, reaching the point of climax.
"Yes, please," I found myself replying, to my own shock. She arched and rammed her seven inch shaft all the way up to the hilt and I felt her cock-head spasm and felt the wet rush of her semen slamming into my rectum. It felt very sexy and wild. Her cock was still hard after she came, so I let her do me again. It felt even sexier the second time.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" DeDe asked, pulling her still throbbing cock out of my pulsating, buzzing ass with a wet plop.
"I sure would," I replied.
"Good," the brunette bombshell replied, getting dressed. "Afterwards, we'll go back to my place for a night cap. If we time it right, my roommate, Mona will be home. I want you to meet her."
The last part wasn't as much a request as an order, but I sure wasn't going to complain. I had a little trouble sitting a the restaurant, but the stinging, raw pain in my asshole started to subside after about twenty minutes.
"Is DeDe short for Deirde?" I inquired over cocktails, at a loss for small talk with the shemale I'd just surrendered my anal virginity to—twice!
"No silly," she laughed, cupping her tits with her black opera satin opera gloves. "It's my cup size. I'm a perfect 38 DD."
"You sure are!" I smiled. I was amused by the number of male heads she turned as we'd walked in. If they only knew the sexy secret nestled between those silken thighs!
"Do you do this for all of Shandi's "victims?" I asked, curious as to why she'd picked me. She could have had any man in the room—straight or otherwise!
"No," she replied. "But you looked very lost and a bit hurt during the show. I just thought you could use a friend—and some action."
She'd been right on both accounts!
"I also noticed you got very excited when I modelled my lingerie," she added, smiling deviously.
I blushed. The rest of the meal went along, and we stayed for dessert and an aperitif. DeDe explained that she wanted to give Mona enough time to get home and "prepare." I didn't know what that meant, but I was going to find out in a very thrilling way.

DeDe's house was in a very fancy section of town called Noble Cliffs, which was 3,000 feet above sea-level, and had a breathtaking view of the ocean. Her home was very nicely and lavishly furnished, with lots of modern art pieces and Danish Modern furniture. The back wall was entirely glass, and led to a large outdoor patio with a hottub.
"Care for a dip?" she asked, noticing my interest in the jacuzzi.
"I didn't bring a swim suit," I said.
"That's O.K.," she said, giving me a warm kiss on the lips. "Neither did I!"
We stripped quickly and jumped into the warm froth of bubbles, laughing and kissing. She forced my head underwater and made me eat her "clit" again, but she couldn't cum again yet. Then she dove down and returned the favor. I couldn't shoot another load either, but I'd be able to in about an hour. When we were both starting to wrinkle like prunes, DeDe rose like Venus from the waves, grabbed all my clothes and threw them off the balcony! Then she grabbed her dress and said "Race you to the bedroom!"

I chased the statuesque lady into the lavish bedroom, which was dominated by a huge, four-poster bed with red satin sheets and a canopy with a gold mirror. If ever a bed was made for screwing, this was it! She dove under the covers and giggled as I chased her around under those soft, slippery sheets. We just snuggled for a while, side-saddle, until I felt the strength returning to my penis, and a tiny trickle of new cum forming. She kept a jar of anal lubricant next on a night table and handed it to me. I didn't need to be told what she wanted.
Screwing her in the "spoon" position allowed me to squeeze her titanic tits and really plunge my newly empowered cock deep into her hot, wet "ass pussy." I still couldn't cum yet, so we tried out a few other positions, including "cowgirl," with her facing away from me on top, "gay missionary," with her laying flat on her stomach and "scissors," with me fucking her while she held her legs up almost behind her ears. That was very sexy because I could see her tits, cock, ass, legs and face all at the same time, but I couldn't go very deep that way, so we went back to missionary.

Just as I felt myself building to a point where I thought I could cum up DeDe's magnificent hole, I heard the jangle of keys in the doorway. Her roommate Mona had gotten off her shift (she tended bar and danced at a shemale strip club, the "Lady Jane", a few blocks down from "Lacy Lilly's"). She came in, threw down her purse, and commenced to start talking the largest and longest blue streak I've ever heard!
"I had a horrible night," said the tall, busty blonde, grimacing at a run in her left stocking. "It was so dead in there, I hardly made five hundred in tips, then I had to do two lap dances in a row because that little bitch Ivory called in sick again. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had to knee some drunk straight guy who tried to get fresh with me in the Ladies Room. I really need to relax, have a drink and slip into something more comfortable."
Mona had been stripping while she rattled off this fusillade of words, and her body was truly breathtaking. Her tits were both bigger and rounder than DeDe's with huge, red areolas and dime sized nipples. Her stomach was washboard flat and her legs were truly works of art. When she was dressed only in her electric blue high heels, matching color crotchless panties and a smile, she turned her back to me. I was still fucking DeDe, who was moaning softly as I probed her depths, still unable to shoot my wad.
"Oh," Mona said from somewhere behind me. "There's something that looks comfortable for me to slip into."
Without so much as an introduction, I felt the hot jab of her big, thick rod entering my anus. DeDe's twin screwings had been heavenly, but Mona was so good it felt like magic! Her cock was both longer and thicker than her roommate's, so it hurt like hell at first, and I had to bite my hand to stop from screaming. But when she started rotating her hips and shoving that horse dick up into me, I was gasping with pleasure, not pain. Being reamed made my own cock grow stiffer inside DeDe's hungry ass, and I knew I'd be able to cum soon.
"Tell me when you're going to shoot, so we can do it together," Mona said, pressing her big, soft tits into my back, jamming her talented tool up farther and farther. I was sweating so much I could hardly see straight, and I felt the blood racing in both my cock and my poor, impaled anus. The sensation of both fucking and being fucked was amazing. I guess this was as close to having a woman's genitals as a man could get. Mona stroked in and out, first slowly, teasing, then fast, then slowly again, and I knew that under her masterful strokes I couldn't hold my cum much longer.
"I'm gonna cum!" I practically screamed as she plunged in balls deep, hugging my back and really ramming in with intense fervor.
"Good!" Mona laughed. "So am I." And I felt a huge, hot blast of semen erupt from her big blaster into my asshole as another of equal magnitude shot from my stiff shaft into DeDe's rectum.

"Hi," Mona purred, keeping her spent dick nestled in my ass a few moments longer. Then she turned around and asked me to suck off the excess cum, which I was happy to do. Her cock didn't get erect again, but the cum tasted wonderful. Very spicy, but not salty like DeDe's. She later explained that it was because she was a vegetarian. "I'm Mona."
"Pleased to eat you!" I joked.
"Did you like my big entrance?" the busty blonde joked.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "I sure did! You're a real artist."
"Thank you," she laughed warmly. "I knew you would. DeDe phoned me from the restaurant. She said you were a much better lay than most of Shandi's pathetic cast-offs."
"That was the sexiest thing I've ever felt!" I admitted, shocked that I could take such pleasure from something that only yesterday I'd have considered perverted and "queer." Shows just how wrong public opinion can be!
"I'm glad you feel that way," DeDe said, exhausted and soaked with sweat and cum. "Because I'd like you move in with us. We need a man around the house, and you'd never have to work again, unless you want to. We're quite wealthy."

I didn't have to be asked twice! I said goodbye to Sam and moved in with the two hot shemales the following week. Now Mona fucks me to sleep at night, and DeDe fucks me awake the next morning, or vice-versa. Sometimes they bring a friend for a "four-way," an experience almost beyond physical description. I live with the two sexiest "women" on Earth, my sex life has been supercharged, and I'm living in the lap of luxury (pun intended), and it had all started with a perfectly ordinary day at the beach!