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Second Life by Unknown Vic had another day to sit around and loaf. His next job would probably come in another month or so. Karen had left for the clinic early, 4 a.m. if he recalled correctly. He knew she was performing surgery all day since it was Thursday. He and Karen led quite an upscale life. Vic was a consultant physicist for the construction of nuclear power plants. A job that paid extremely well. He had cleared over $300,000 last year and he was only called on for four jobs, the longest of which required a month of his time. All total, Vic had earned is entire income in just over 14 weeks of work. His job was important, but he was always amazed at the amount of money he could demand. He was definitely living the good life. When he had met Karen six years ago, he had the feeling she was going out with him for his money. After a month of dating, Karen had finished her residency, became a partner in a major plastic surgery clinic, and within a year after that, was making twice what Vic was pulling in a year. Eighteen months after they met, they were, almost secretly, married in Vegas. Neither had any family, both being only children with now deceased parents. Perhaps that's what drew them together, that commonality they shared and the loneliness it could bring. Karen and Vic spent much of their time together. Vic was home nearly three-quarters of the year and Karen only worked Wednesday through Saturday and although she started quite early most days, she was home by 2 p.m. They had traveled to nearly every country in the world these last six years and now had begun their "home-sweet-home" phase. Two months ago, they purchased six secluded acres in the "country" and built their "house". The word house in an obvious misnomer. This was an estate. It was hour and fifteen minutes to the city, but Karen didn't mind since she always beat rush hour coming and going. The lot was well wooded. Trees lined the drive to the house like wooden sentries at attention. The drive opened at the end to accommodate a large circular drive at the front of the house. The blacktop drive detoured at one arc into a red-bricked drive which led to the huge garage. (Vic remembered his own childhood home was smaller.) The house was elaborate. The simulated marble steps led to a set of towering oak doors that stood twelve-feet high. The doors opened into a huge reception area. One would then immediately notice the running balcony of the upstairs, both ends finishing in huge spiral staircases ending at either end the reception area. Mahogany and oak comprised the stairs and rails, contrasting to the white marble-like stone floor. It actually inspired awe when one entered the room. Doors at either end opened into Karen's south office and Vic's north office. Besides these, there was also the kitchen, dining and living room areas. The upstairs consisted only of four huge bedrooms, each with their own sunken bath. The basement, (Karen was a born and raised midwesterner and no midwesterner in their right mind would not have some kind of shelter from the always dreaded tornadoes), was a fully furnished recreational area complete with the latest music systems, big screen TV, pool table, computers, and the most luxurious bar one could find. Of course, hidden in the west corner in a small room, were the mandatory washer and dryer. Thanks to the weekly maid service and landscapers, the place was just a crash pad where Karen and Vic could unwind and not worry about trivial things like laundry and grass mowing. In the back of the house was a mosaic tiled patio which after running twelve or fifteen feet from the house, opened to forma six foot border around the sunken kidney-shaped pool. On the far northern edge of patio, the Jacuzzi was sunken-in, surrounded by a grass-like hut making a three-quarter circle around the tub. Karen wanted the house to run north and south so the sunrise would illuminate the front windows and they could sit by the pool and catch some rays until the sun set. This was a far cry from the lake front condo they owned in Chicago. Karen's Porsche and Vic's Benz were fun for both to drive, but they still ended up buying a Lincoln just, as Karen had said, "to fill up the garage". They really made a major investment here and both wondered if their wander lust was indeed ebbing. Karen was a very self-assured woman. Barely thirty, her 34C-24-32 figure fit her five-foot four-inch frame perfectly. Her raven-black hair was cut close to her head giving her that professional businessman's image, although it was obvious to anyone she was indeed all woman. Vic on the other hand was a bit unkempt for his 32 years of life. His weight had increased to 190 pounds and his waist was an ever expanding 36 inches. This put a bit of a belly on his five-foot eight-inch build and where there were muscles in his active years, was now occupied by flab. His brownish-blonde hair was short, but still longer than Karen's. He was never too enthused with his body anyway, which made him a prime candidate for plastic surgery according to Karen. She had always told him people who are not happy or contented with their bodies lose their confidence, or self-worth, that's where a physical change can make the mental change. When a person is pleased with their appearance, they exhibit a self-confidence that can't be brought about by any psychotherapy. Vic knew Karen would never suggest surgery for him, he was always this way. It's not that he was upset with his appearance, he just never cared what he looked like. He may have looked a bit shaggy in his suits, or a bit out of place, but he knew his job and knew it well. He always had confidence in his work and many of his peers envied his reputation which he also knew. Vic just never took any time to work on his appearance. He knew who he was, what he did, and that was that. Karen on the other hand took great pains to look good. Not that she was unhappy about her appearance, but her profession as a key plastic surgeon partly relied on her own looks, a sort of advertising. She laughed at how many people asked her if she had under gone any surgery. In her years as a surgeon, she was surprised at how many people wanted to alter their appearance in some way or another. Many of whom she advised not to have the surgery for in her eyes, they looked fine. Some did change their minds, but most did not. Vic would always revel in his wife's appearance. He thought she was so good looking. He also loved to buy her clothes and jewelry. He knew he could always improve just a bit more on her beauty. Karen loved his taste and was always proud to wear anything her husband bought for her. She would always tell Vic his taste was exceptional and then use the example that he married her. Vic always laughed and definitely agreed. For all their happiness and wonderful times they spent together, there was one thing that Karen did not know about her egg-head husband. He had managed to keep the secret all these years, and would never want it revealed to his darling wife. Perhaps Vic never cared much for his GENERAL appearance for another reason. Sometimes Vic actual went through pains-taking efforts to look good. To have his hair just right, to have his face baby-smooth, to have his waist nice and trim, to have his eyes look their most alluring, his lips and his nails ruby red, to look like the most gorgeous woman he could be. Ever since Vic can remember, he loved women's clothes. The soft silky under-garments, the touch of nylons on his legs and the blouses that would reveal the bra shadow underneath. Vic had toyed with his mother's underwear when he was oh so young. Then dressing up with make-up and all when he was in high school. He never let anyone ever know his kinky pastime. After college and his parents' tragic accident, he would actually order clothes through catalogs and magazine ads. The make-up, false eyelashes, and nails were also acquired by the same means. He pondered his little quirk many times, wondering if he were gay , he never LIKED men, or was this a mama's boy fetish? He never could resolve the reason he liked to dress as a woman, nor would he EVER expose himself to some psycho-therapist to find out! He just knew he enjoyed it and it turned him on. ------- That Thursday -------- Since Karen was in surgery all day, Vic knew she wouldn't be home before one o'clock. This was the only day of the week Vic would or could indulge in his vice. Glancing at the alarm clock, he saw he had four hours of fun before he would have to use the remaining hour to "clean-up". He popped out of bed, naked as usual, and wandered down the hallway to the spare bedroom at the other end of the hall. This room was least liked by Karen due to the lack of sunlight which entered it. This fact was utilized by Vic to make this room "Victoria's" room. The maid and landscapers wouldn't be around. They came on Monday so Karen and/or Vic could keep an eye on them. These four hours were all his. Vic approached the dresser and inserted his key. All their dressers had locks on them to keep the maids out, but Vic had the only key to this one. He had the drawers neatly arranged: bras, panties, garters, stockings in the top drawer; the second contained blouses and tops; the third held the skirts and a couple of short dresses; and the last held three different colored pairs of 3" heeled pumps; black, red, and purple and a bag of assorted nights. He moved through his normal paces. Nestled among the bras was a package of red "round" balloons. He quickly pulled two from the bag and proceeded to the bathroom. Pulling them over the sink faucet, he filled them to a three-inch diameter with water and knotted the ends. (In his early days, Vic would fill the balloons to huge dimensions, but now found this size best for his figure and clothes.) Tapping the balloons dry in a towel, Vic re-entered the bedroom. Pulling out a black lace under wire bra and matching French-cut panties, he put them on. After inserting the balloons into the bra cups, Vic closed the bedroom door which had a full length mirror on the back to admire his appearance. It was at this time only that his "belly" displeased him. He sucked in his stomach and looked again, smiling. The black garter belt was next, a bit tight, but nice. He then took a pair of black stockings, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled them on. As he was securing the tops to the garters, he wondered what it would feel Like if his legs were shaved. He had never shaved any part of his body in fear it would give him away at the doctor's or the health club or somehow. And now that he was married, it was out of the question. He thought about his "outfit" last night and knew exactly what he was going to parade around the house in today. Glancing off and on in the mirror, he pulled a white blouse trimmed with lace at the neck and sleeves from the drawer and buttoned it on. The final article was a black denim mini-skirt which was extremely tough to get around his waist. A deep breath, a zip and a snap and it was on. He then tucked the blouse into the skirt, inhaling to allow room for the extra fabric and he was done. As he looked himself over in the mirror, he began to get an erection as his eyes could see the black bra contrasting the white blouse over it. He reached into the bag of nights and removed a small make-up kit which contain-Ed all he would need. He returned to the bathroom and unzipped the kit. From it he pulled a set of red press-on fingernails, false eyelashes, Covergirl make-up, lip gloss and a variety of eye shadows. He went about his methodical paces; make- up, rouge, lip gloss, line the eye brows, eye shadow, the lashes, and lastly, the fingernails were applied. Smiling appreciatively at himself in the bathroom mirror, he wet a hairbrush and brushed his hair, not parting it on the left as usual, but down the center, and brushing down his set of" bangs". He then headed down the hall to he and Karen's room. Karen had a few sets of clip-on earrings in her collection and he quickly clasped on a pair of half-inch pearls. He pulled a string of similar pearls from the jewelry box and looped them around his neck. Quickly, as if this was very valuable time, he darted back to "Victoria's" room. He then pulled the black pumps from the drawer and put them on. Almost teasingly, he slowly closed the door to view his new self in the mirror. He loved the way the high heels made his butt stick out in the tight mini, and just at the hem, he could see the alluring stocking tops and garters. He, She was now ready for the world. Or rather the "world" of the house, for Victoria would never leave the grounds or the house. For all the years of" dressing up", Victoria never entered the outside air. She shuffled her way down the spiral staircase in an almost dancing manner, elated in the rubbing of the skirt against the garters, the bobbing of the "boobs" in her bra. Feeling brave and confident in her mastery of the high heels, she hopped over the last three steps and landed gracefully to the shining stone floor below - coming face to face with Karen! ------ Karen Meets Victoria ------- The rain poured down outside with an occasional rumble of far away thunder. Karen stood dripping from the mad dash from the garage to the house. The initial look on Karen's face was almost quizzical. Then, the eyes began to widen and the mouth drop open, matching Victoria's expression of complete and total shock. They stared at one another in this manner for hours, which were actually a few seconds. Karen started, "Vvviicc?????" Vic's knees buckled and he wobbly fell back to sit on the second step of the stairs. His head fell into his hands, shaking back and forth in disbelief. Again Karen spoke his name, "Vic? Vic? Is that YOU???" The back and forth motion of Vic's head ceased and started an affirmative up and down motion. "I... I...don't understand," Karen continued. "What are you doing? Why?" The questions began to flow from Karen's mouth. Vic had tears welling in his eyes as he lifted his made-up face to speak. He then spilled the beans about his other self, the female half that he just had to let out once in a while. The tales of his past flowed from his glossy lips as Karen still stood in the same spot and absorbed these new bizarre revelations about her husband. Stopping somewhere in his high schooldays, Vic's confession turned to apology. "I'm sorry...please forgive me...I'm sorry..." Karen, feeling a bit woozy herself, grabbed Vic's hand and led him to the leather sofa directly beneath the balcony. They sat and talked for more than two hours. Looking in from the rain into the open reception area, one would see two women, one consoling the other. Karen spoke of gender dysphoric men and how some had actually entered her clinic asking to become women. Was this what Vic wanted? His replies were negative and positive. He didn't even know himself. All he knew was he felt SEXY when he dressed as a woman and he liked the feeling. Karen could almost understand, but there were still many questions to be answered. Vic repeated over and over again how much he loved Karen and how he didn't want to lose her. Sometimes his pleas seem to fall on deaf ears. Karen would call him a transvestite and shake her head. The conversation continued until there was nothing left to say. Vic stood up, and slowly climbed the winding stairs and without hesitation, instinctively entered "Victoria's" room and into the bathroom. He closed the door and removed his nails and lashes. Filling the tub, he removed his feminine attire piece by piece and folded them neatly on the sink. Vic entered the tub and began to remove the make-up. He then just lay back and pondered the last hours. He couldn't believe that Karen had told him the storm prevented any surgery being done because the back-up generator was down and they couldn't risk losing power during an operation. A lousy generator and a Spring storm ruined his life, his marriage, his secret was no more. A calm had now come over Vic. His secret was out and what's done is done. What could he do except accept the consequences of his actions and try to hold his marriage together. Karen climbed the stairs minutes after Vic to continue with new questions that had entered her mind. When she didn't find Vic in their room, she continued down the hall, checking each bedroom along the way. When she reached the last room, she saw the opened dresser. Seeing the bathroom door closed and the sound of water splashing around now and then, her curiosity got the best of her. Gingerly she made her way through each of the drawers, almost laughing out loud when she saw the balloons which explained her husband's tits. Many of the items, underwear and outerwear, were very similar to clothes she, herself wore. Some had been given to her from Vic, others she bought herself. Vic must have been living his fantasy through her, she thought. She made her way to the bag of nighties. There were a couple of baby-dolls with ruffled panties, but most were just silken throw-overs for sleeping, not extremely sexy, but comfortable she thought. The sight of her husband dressed as a woman was shocking. But all he really did was act out a fantasy. Karen had many fantasies, but would never dare act on them... or would she? Maybe SHE should act out some of her own fantasies. Would Vic understand?? If she helped Vic live out his fantasy, perhaps he would be more receptive to ones of her own. She found her hand had wandered down to her skirt and was rubbing the knit fabric against her crotch. This was now exiting her as she held a pair of opaque red pantyhose in her unbusy hand. She rubbed harder and stared at the pantyhose. She thought about Vic and how she always loved him. He was a gentle, caring guy. He also was a pretty good lover in bed. She never did get as exited though as she did in some of her mastabatory fantasies. Looking at the opaque hose, she thought to herself how she would sometimes wear a pair like this if she hadn't had time or didn't feel like "Nairing". She rubbed her crotch harder and then a curious smile crossed her face. Just then she heard some motion in the bathroom. Vic was getting out of the tub. She was going to make her move. Karen grabbed the knob and opened the bathroom door. Vic was standing in the tub naked reaching for a towel. The make-up was gone and her husband was back to normal. Was she too late? She began to tell Vic how much she loved him, pushing him back down in the tub at the same time with her gentle touch. Karen now began to question her husband about whether he really LIKED to get dressed as a woman or if it was just a kind of fancy. Vic responded a yes to each time she asked, but she kept up with "Really like it??? Reeeeaaalllly??" until he blurted out, "I LOVE IT!!!" Karen smiled and explained she understood and wanted to help. She pointed a finger in Vic's direction as if to say, "Stay" and exited quickly out of the bathroom. When Karen returned, she held her husband's electric razor and a can in her hand's. As she motioned her husband to rise, she pulled the plug from the tub. Vic couldn't believe what he was hearing. His wife was telling him he should have his fun and if a wife couldn't help, who could? As she turned on the portable razor, she explained that now that she knew, he had nothing to hide. Vic was almost in shock as his wife began to move the buzzing razor across his chest. She moved the razor gently and deliberately as she would be a far more presentable woman if he were clean shaven. Karen also explained since it will be quite a while before he would be called for work, he should enjoy his time off. Before he knew it, she was holding his arms up and shaving his armpits with the sideburn trimmer She then used the same to trim down the hair around his cock and balls. His prick was standing up straighter than either could remember. When his wife was done "trimming" his underarms, arms, legs, chest, cock and balls, she used the shaving head to retrace her steps and remove as much stubble as possible. Pre-cum was dripping from his cock and he very nearly lost control when the buzzing shaving head caressed his balls. Some of the hairs were being pulled out due to some obviously dull blades, but the sensation was wild. As the tub drained, pulling the fallen hairs down with the last of the water, Karen filled her hand with cream from the can and rubbed it all over Vic's body, from the nape of the neck, around the crack of his ass, across his balls and dick, and down to his toes. Vic stood motionless and looked like some sort of mummy covered in the cream. "I'll buy more, but you be sure to use this every day," Karen said ass he washed her hands off over the two water balloons in the sink. The tingling began and Vic started to fidget in the tub. "It looks like you are learning what it is a woman has to go through," Karen smiled. "Just stay there a bit longer and we'll wash it all off you." What was minutes to Karen seemed like hours to Vic as he wanted to itch his entire body. Release came when Karen turned on the shower. Vic vigorously rubbed the water all over to remove the cream. He was amazed at how smooth his skin felt under his touch. When his body was foam-free, Karen handed him a towel reiterating that he would have to do this himself from now on. A towel never felt like this against his body. It was soft and warm. He felt a coolness over his now hairless body. It felt weird and wild. Karen examined the make-up kit on the sink, took Vic by the hand and led him out of the bathroom, the bedroom, and down the hall to their own room. She told him none of his make-up was any good and if he wanted to look good, he had better get some good make-up. Karen sat him down in front of her make-up desk in the corner of the room. Vic was always secretly jealous of the huge arsenal of make-up Karen had at her disposal. "You can't be using my make-up all the time. I think that's the first thing we should go and buy," Karen quipped. She turned the lights on the mirror and stared at Vic's reflection. "First the eyebrows," she stated as she produced a pair of tweezers. His wife then methodically began to pluck hairs from his brow. Vic just remained silent as he was still dumbfounded about the shaving and still did not grasp exactly what was going on. He was like a puppy being led from place to place and just obediently following. Karen then worked on his face. The base, then a darker brown accenting his cheekbones, the eyes were expertly done and his own lashes looked great from the mascara alone. The eyeliner, the lips and he was done. Vic was amazed at the face in the mirror. As he stared in awe, Karen produced a pair of scissors and began to cut his hair. Within ten minutes, his hair, still longer than his wife's, was moussed into a beautiful feminine style. "Now go and get yourself dressed, but this time, don't look so whorish," Karen laughed. Vic walked his naked, hairless body back to "Victoria's" room and began to rummage through the still open dresser. This time the bra was white as well as the panties. He shook his head as he stared at his prick poking half way out of the panties. "Are you ready yet?" he heard Karen call. "Not yet," was his reply. He thought about garters, but decided on a skin tone pair of pantyhose. He couldn't believe the feeling on his legs as he pulled the hose up to his thighs and then his waist. He never was pleased the way his legs looked in this pair, but this time they looked great. He couldn't believe the difference hair made. He went to the bathroom, inserted the "boobs" into his bra and donned the white blouse once again. He then returned to the bedroom and put on a knee-length pleated navy knit skirt, slipped on the black pumps again, and Karen's pearl earrings and necklace. Before leaving, he looked himself over in the mirror. HEAVEN!!! He was the best looking he could possibly be! Except for the bit of a belly, which the control-top panty hose helped to conceal, he was a pretty good looking woman. Vic walked with confidence down and into their bedroom. Karen wasn't there. He then decided to go downstairs and there he found his wife on the leather sofa. She smiled and said, "You look great, Viki. That's what I'm gonna call you when you're in your woman mode - Viki." Vic liked Victoria but the name Viki sounded good coming from Karen. "Not V-I- C-K-E-Y, but V-I-K-I. I want you to be sure you know how to spell your own name," Karen finished. "I like it," Vic responded in an almost feminine whisper. Karen took notice of his desire to sound feminine. The hall grandfather clock chimed twelve. Vic could hardly believe all this transpired before noon. He smiled to him-self remembering that noon chiming was his warning to change back into Vic. He now didn't have to worry about it. "Catch!" Karen shouted as she tossed Viki a purse. "You can't go out without one of those," she added. "OUT???" was Viki's response. "I TOLD you that you needed make-up," was his wife's response. "We might as well get some clothes, too while we're out." "OUT??" was all Viki could say. Karen pulled some keys from her own purse, grabbed Viki's hand and headed out the door. The rain had stopped and Viki could feel the cool breeze run across her legs and up her skirt. Her prick got even harder. She was happy she decided to wear the loose skirt. Viki had an entirely erotic feeling going out and shopping. Her prick was always at least partially erect the whole time. She was mostly silent during the time out, but did speak a little to a few people who didn't blink an eye. She definitely passed as a woman! There were a couple of incidents on their trip which did catch Viki by surprise. She and Karen purchased the make-up easily enough, and Karen spent time showing her the different types and which were best. When they went to the clothing store, however the first incident occurred. Karen had Viki try on several skirts, dresses, blouses, and jeans and model them for her. This was fine, but then Karen called one of the sales ladies over and asked her to measure Viki. Viki was terrified, especially when she measured the bust, but the sales lady never flinched as if all were normal Viki was just breathing a sigh of relief, when Karen, armed with the measurements, handed her a very small, short skirt of clingy knit. Viki went into the dressing room and jacked-off her prick so she would be limp enough that her prick wouldn't stick out. After she came on some loose papers in the dressing room, she tucked her prick between her legs and slipped on the skirt. She was so hot, it took seconds to come, so she barely missed a beat when she exited the dressing room to model the skimpy skirt for Karen. Karen had other plans however. As she looked Viki over, she slowly moved her to a rack of clothes, reached under her skirt and pulled her prick out from between her legs, ripping the crotch of the pantyhose in the process. It now hung out from the pantyhose and the panties were pushed aside so it hung dangling between her legs beneath the skirt. As Viki tried in vain to regroup, Karen called again for the sales lady. Viki froze. When Karen asked the sales lady's opinion of the skirt, the lady turned to look at Viki. As the sales lady looked at Viki, Karen, behind the lady, raised her skirt to reveal a freshly shaved pussy and fingered it quickly in front of Viki. Viki could feel her hard-on begin, poking against the fabric and up to the waist of the short skirt. Viki quickly spun backwards as if to model the back, but was busy trying to hide her now obvious bulge. She stayed that way, looking at clothes on the rack in front of her, ignoring Karen's pleas to turn around. The sales lady finally left, and Viki ran to the dressing room hearing Karen laugh hysterically. Another episode was in the car on the way home. Viki was quite distressed about the earlier incident and Karen was very apologetic. They began to talk about the clothes purchased for Viki when Karen asked to see the damage to Viki's pantyhose. The wide comfort of the Lincoln allowed Viki to hike up her skirt and show the ripped crotch. Karen then reached over and pulled Viki's cock out from beneath the panties and began to stroke it. Viki just about came at her touch when the sound of a diesel horn from a truck broke her trance. The silence of the Lincoln allowed Karen to let a truck pull along side them and see the entire show! Viki thought she would die from the embarrassment, and Karen would not speed up until Viki had her skirt back in place. The last episode, was exiting the interstate. Just as they hit the main drive off the interstate, the car died. Karen maneuvered it into the parking lot of a roadside tavern. When Viki asked what was wrong, Karen replied she didn't know. She then popped the hood and exited the car. Cars were more Viki's forte so she hopped out to look under the hood. Karen hopped back in the car and tried to turn it over to no avail. She then grabbed both purses, locked the doors and handed Viki her purse. They would have to call a tow truck. Karen said she had the number in her purse and they entered the tavern. The bar was a red-neck suburban bar, and as Karen approached the phone booth, she handed Viki some money and said to order a couple of drinks for the wait. Viki went up to the bar and ordered two beers. As the bartender poured the beers, Viki could feel eyes on her. As she turned from the bar with the drinks in hand, she noticed that not only were there only men in the bar, but they were all looking at her. It was scary, but erotic. She walked up to Karen in the phone booth and handed her a beer. As they drank their beers in a side booth, Viki could see men making "eyes" at her and smiling her way. A couple motioned for her to come over, but she shook her head no. Karen wanted to go out and try the car again and Viki followed. When Karen turned the key, it started. They both got in and left for home. -------- The New Girlfriend -------- Karen had told Viki to stay Viki for the remainder of the time she was going to be home. So, Viki slept in women's clothes and would continue to wear nothing but women's wear until, due to work, she was to return to being Vic again. Vic was all of Vic though Thursday night. He and Karen had not made such passionate love in a long time. Karen was wilder than he had ever seen her. He thought she must really like this new revelation about his cross- dressing. Friday began as any other day, except Vic was to be Viki from beginning to end. His first full day as a woman. Viki awoke, put her make-up on, dressed in a simple blouse and jeans and headed down to breakfast and anew day. When Karen returned from work at about one, she had a couple of surprises for Viki. She walked up to Viki and roughly grabbed her "tits". "We can't risk one of these breaking open and spilling water all over the place, especially since I want you to be a pure woman in bed tonight," she stated. "Here, I got you some real boobs," she said as she handed her husband a box. Inside were indeed two boobs. Perfectly shaped C-cup boobs complete with nipples! Karen had taken them from the clinic. She explained they were for mastectomy patients. They even had adhesive on the backs to keep them in place. "You can go bra less now!" Karen said with a gleam in her eye. Her other surprise was that she was beginning her vacation starting today. She didn't have to return to the clinic for 30 days. She had mentioned earlier that she might take some vacation to plant a garden in the spring. Well, it was spring and now she was on vacation. Viki was thrilled that his wife, her girlfriend, was going to be home with her for the next 30 days. That night, Karen wanted him dressed in one of the ruffled panty baby- dolls from his bag in Victoria's room. Viki looked great in the baby-doll and her new, weighted silicone breasts made her even feel more like a woman. When she got on her hands and knees, her breasts would actually dangle and swing like real breasts. Sex that night consisted of eating Karen's smooth pussy and sucking her tits. She refused to be fucked "by a woman". The next couple of days consisted of more questions and Karen seemed to want to "help Viki "want" to be a real woman. The questions were strange and repeated many times throughout the days. Viki wondered how much more of a woman she could be. Karen kept seeking her willingness and commented constantly on her body: "Maybe we should suck some of that fat out of you..." "Wouldn't it be better to have REAL TITS..." "We should work on that butt of yours..." "Wouldn't you want a skinnier waistline..." "I should pierce your ears..." "I'd love to suck YOUR tits, not those glued on ones..." "Talk like a woman, you sound like a man..." From the beginning, Karen knew her husband really desired to be a woman - a real woman. Enough "pushing" and he would gladly succumb to the wish to be a woman. Her coaxing was getting results. Viki was on a strict diet to control weight. The next concession was having her ears pierced. The big step was talking Viki into a trip to the clinic for "waist reduction". Viki was enjoying using pierced earrings and really wanted to get skinny faster. Going out was no problem for Viki now, but she always felt self-conscious about her appearance, especially since she was always accompanied by his gorgeous wife. A week to the day he was "discovered", Viki agreed to go to the clinic with his wife. Karen told her associates she had a girlfriend who wanted a little work done and she would require the lab Saturday, which was agreed to since the place was usually empty by noon and no one would be there until Monday morning. Saturday came and Viki was now anxious to get it over with and get her shape in better proportions. Karen and Viki entered the clinic and the remainder of the staff had exited the building in less than ten minutes after their arrival. Karen administered the sodium pentathol and Viki was soon asleep dreaming about her new waistline. When Viki awoke, her hips were stiff and her chest hurt. Karen assured her it was normal and gently helped Viki off the table and into a wheelchair. The room spun around as Viki sat up. It was then she realized her wrists were secured to either side of her neck. Karen explained it was a precaution to not rip the stitches. They made their way to the car and drove home. Upon arrival, Karen pulled the wheelchair from the trunk and again, helped Viki in. Ever so slowly, Karen pulled the wheelchair up the steps into the house and then up the spiral staircase. Viki was amazed how strong Karen was to pull her body up the stairs. They then went into, not their bedroom, but Victoria's room. There, Karen helped Viki into the bed where she fell fast asleep. Viki's wrists were held to her neck the entire three days of recovery. Viki felt much stronger the third day and was happy the stitches were coming out. She also didn't like using bed pans and peeing in a pot. Karen entered the room with a big smile on her face and asked if Viki was ready to get a good view of the new her. Viki was indeed anxious and Karen leaned over to remove a large pad from around Viki's waist. The gown was pulled up and covered Viki's face. Karen assured her she wasn't missing anything. Viki could feel a couple of twinges at her hips and then at her chest. "Ready?" was all Karen asked as she pulled the gown off Viki's face. "Yes," Viki replied expectantly. Karen undid the wrist straps and Viki's arms came down to her sides for the first time in 72 hours It felt great to move her arms and she felt no pain which was a good sign. Viki then stood up and walked to the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. Karen reached behind Viki and undid the straps to the gown. It fell to the floor. Viki stood amazed at what she saw. Her waist was no was narrow as Karen's. She had a perfect hour glass figure and could see no scars. As she admired her flat, firm stomach, she winced a bit looking at her limp prick between her legs which now definitely didn't look like it belonged on this body. Her glance moved up her body to the stuck-on boobs. They WEREN'T stuck on! They were real!!! They were a bit larger than the stick-on boobs she had worn and the nipples were slightly larger and pointier. The limp dick between her legs now rose as she rubbed the new tits and squeezed the nipples. "I knew you'd like them," she heard Karen say. ------- A NEW BEGINNING -------- That entire day, Viki marveled at her new tits. The 36C bras she had in her drawer now fit a bit snugly. Happy to be an extremely presentable woman, she immediately went to the store to buy new outfits. The waist and hips of her old outfits were far too loose. For the first time Viki went out without Karen. She told Karen she wanted to surprise her with the new outfits. Karen said she had errands of her own to run and off both went into town. During her shopping, Viki found she was not skinnier than Karen, but had the same 24 inch waist. It was just that it was on a bigger, taller frame and her hips were 2 inches wider. The larger chest and wider hips did forma splendid slope to the narrow waist. Little did Viki know that Karen had a little more than shopping on her mind. It was time she was working on HER fantasies. Nearly half her vacation was over and she was determined to spend a solid two weeks of ecstasy. This meant she only had these two days to get everything in motion. When Viki arrived home, Karen was nowhere to be found. She quickly made her way to her room and put away her new apparel. She then undressed and put on her new black bustier. The matching panty barely contained her prick in it's limp state. She tucked her prick down between her legs to give herself a smaller bulge. Next she pulled up a pair of black stockings with rose patterns on them and attached them to the garters. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was amazed at the transformation. She was more attractive than Karen she thought to herself. She then pulled on a black shirt dress, secured a four inch wide belt around her narrow waist and put on a pair of 3 inch heeled black patent pumps. Karen was sure to be surprised when Viki removed the dress. It was just dusk when Karen arrived home. She carried several packages to her room. (It was no longer THEIR room since Viki had her own.) Viki met Karen at the front door, but Karen barely took notice, running by her and up the stairs. Viki shouted that she had a surprise for her and Karen's response was that she also had a surprise. Viki now had wild thoughts of what Karen could have in mind. Her nipples grew taught against the lace of the bustier. Her prick began to pull up from between her ass cheeks. The moment had come. In thirty minutes to an awaiting Viki, Karen finally emerged at the top of the stairs. Viki was amazed to see Karen wearing what could only be described as a man's suit. It was blue pin-striped, she also had on a white shirt with a red paisley man's tie. The shoes were men's black loafers and her short raven hair was greased down and parted on the left rather than the right as usual. She also wore absolutely no makeup. At first glance, Viki thought Karen had brought someone home. It was only after a staring session that she realized it was Karen. Karen said in a studied low voice, "How about some wine my darling beauty?" The two retrieved a bottle of wine and some glasses from the kitchen and also a block of cheese and some crackers on a cutting board. They moved to the backyard patio and sat near the Jacuzzi. Karen had set the sound system on to play in the Jacuzzi hut, romantic music, and the two sat to watch the remainder of the sunset. As the two chatted, sexily to each other, they were soon illuminated by only the lights inside the Jacuzzi hut. When just the right song was playing, Karen asked Viki to dance to which she accepted. As they danced, Karen would move her hands across Viki's chest and tell her how she loved her "tits". The ass was the next area of exploration for Karen and then back up to the tits. Viki could barely stand it. Her nipples felt like they were about to pop off! Her prick was now erect but held firmly at her ass by the crotch of the tight panties. After several long tounge kisses and more massages by Karen, Viki was lost in the part of being a true woman. Still dancing after several songs, Karen made her move. She backed away slightly from Viki and undid the belt from Viki's waist. "Let's see the beautiful body you're hiding under that dress," Karen said in her low voice and pulled the dress over Viki's head. Karen was impressed with the bustier and immediately pulled Viki's tits out of the restraining lace. Karen sucked each nipple, nibbling a bit with her teeth. All Viki could do was hold Karen's head to her breast and moan. As Karen worked on Viki's tits, she grabbed Viki's hand and moved it to the crotch of her suit. Viki' hand instinctively moved hard into Karen's crotch. Viki found the surprise. She could feel at least an eight-inch hard on in Karen's crotch. "I want you to blow me bitch, like never before," Karen said as she undid her pants zipper and pulled out the eight-inch long, two and a half inch wide dildo. Karen methodically pushed Viki to her knees and held her head in her hands. "Suck it bitch," Karen commanded and Viki complied. Viki was licking the flesh-like dong all over and sucking the head off and on. "I want you to SWALLOW it bitch," Karen grumbled low and forced Viki's mouth down over theshaft. Viki gagged a couple of times, but her prior licking had lubricated the dong so that it began to slide easily down her throat. Viki was amazed how easily she became accustomed to the shaft thrusting down her throat. Not only was she amazed, she was really getting hot now. Viki could feel wetness on her ass cheeks as pre-cum dripped from her rock hard dick. After several minutes of throat thrusting, Karen pulled Viki to her feet. "Let's see what you got for me," she said as she reached for the knife on the cutting board and cut both sides of Viki's panties. As they fell to the ground, Karen stated in acting surprise, "My God, the babe has a PRICK!" "No matter. I've got a way I can relieve my prick," Karen said as she spun Viki around. Viki did not know what to think. All she knew was she was HOT! She wanted relief somehow and now it appeared her virgin ass was about to be violated. Her freed prick was standing straight out in front of her. Karen massaged Viki's ass cheeks and probed her ass hole with a wet finger. Vikitensed as Karen inserted a second finger and then pushed both deep into Viki's virgin ass hole. As Viki felt Karen's fingers slide from her puckered hole, they were quickly replaced by the probing head of the dildo. "I heard you were a virgin, so I'm gonna take it easy on you," Karen whispered. "But get ready for a great fuck!" Karen pulled Viki's ass cheeks apart and pushed the head of the dildo closer to it's target. As the head rested at the entrance to Viki's ass hole, Karen moved her left hand to the shaft and her right arm encircled Viki's narrow waist. Pulling Viki in with the right arm and pushing the shaft with her left hand, she squeezed the first two inches into Viki. Viki groaned at the sensation and felt like she was being torn in two. It was painful, but erotic. Slowly more of the shaft entered until Viki could feel the fabric of Karen's pants against her ass. Karen then slowly began to withdraw the dong until just the head was in Viki and then quickly shoved the length into her ass hole. Viki moaned loudly and Karen picked up the pace. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper Karen forced in the dildo. Viki was now bucking and after a few minutes shot cum from her own prick all over the patio. Karen was relentless and just kept up the pace. Viki had slowed her bucking after she came so Karen reached around and began to squeeze Viki's prick and balls. She masturbated Viki to another hard- on and soon Viki was ready to shoot again. Karen had cum three times herself during this session and her thighs were soaking wet. Karen reached around Viki and took her now solid prick in both hands. It felt larger than Karen ever remembered and she knew Viki was loving this fuck. Just as Viki let out another loud moan, Karen cupped her hands over the head of Viki's prick. Cum filled her hands as Viki erupted in another orgasm. Viki's legs buckled and she slumped to her knees on the patio, pulling the dildo from her ass in the same move. Karen then took her cum soaked hands and rubbed them over her rubber prick, coating it in sticky semen. Viki was breathing rapidly, trying to catch her breath when Karen said, "Get over here and clean me off bitch!" Viki turned to see the cum covered dildo staring her in the face. "What are you waiting for bitch, SUCK IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!!!" Hesitantly, Viki opened her mouth and lightly took the tip of the dong in her mouth. She was surprised the taste wasn't bad. A bit salty and she could smell a slight shit odor, but it wasn't bad. Karen grew impatient and grabbed Viki's head and forced the dildo to the back of Viki's now experienced throat. Karen humped Viki's face for a couple of minutes until she came for the fourth time, letting out a moan and releasing Viki's head. Viki's head was swimming as was Karen's. This was beyond a doubt the wildest and best sex either of them had ever encountered. Karen wanted even better though. Karen never removed the dildo that night. She fucked Viki in the ass five more times, twice in the Jacuzzi and three times in bed. Viki's ass was sore in the morning but she thought it was a small price to pay for the great sex she encountered that night. Karen and Viki went into a sucking session in the morning. Karen sucked Viki's ass but would not go near her prick. Viki on the other hand sucked Karen all over. She was a prolific pussy eater and Karen always seemed to shout the orders and Viki would just obey blindly. After the morning session, Karen said something that utterly confused Viki. "You are a great pussy eater and last night it was obvious you are a great cocksucker. Are you bi-sexual?? No you can't be. You're a woman... no, a man... what are you? Maybe you're bi-bi-sexual??? Whatever you call it, I love it!!" For the first time Viki pondered what she was. It was rather a strange situation to be in. She liked eating pussy, sucking cock had turned her on, getting ass fucked was wild and she loved sucking tits. Her concentration was broken when Karen handed her a box and told her she wanted her to wear the enclosed outfit all day. Viki found one of those French maid outfits in the box; complete with fishnet hose, ruffled panties, ruffled skirt and various accessories. She was anxious to try it on. After bathing in her own room, she donned the outfit. She looked sexy with her tits pushed way up high and the lace apron, bowed in the back really accentuated her waist. The slightest movement of the skirt revealed her ruffled bottom. The last items were the white lace fingerless gloves, a black choker surrounded in white lace and a headband which held a fan of white lace on the top of her head. After her make up, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her nipples stiffened along with her prick. After meeting Karen downstairs, Viki was told she was to be the maid today and was to do whatever Karen wanted. Viki was pleased to serve. Karen was helping her discover her sexuality. After a cup of coffee and a short glass of orange juice and before it was 10 a.m., the doorbell rang. Karen told Viki to answer it. When Viki opened the door she was stunned at what she saw. Three men, all in jeans and looking rather raggedy. They were all well built. They looked in their mid 20's. When they asked if Karen was in, Viki told them to wait. Viki ran to Karen in the kitchen and told her who was at the door. "I'm expecting them, Viki. Show them into the kitchen and then make my bed upstairs," Karen ordered. Nodding, Viki went back out, led the men to the kitchen and departed to her chore upstairs. As she left the kitchen, she could hear the men greet Karen with, "Hey, baby..." and "Karen, sweetheart..."and "Sexy mama..". While she was making Karen's bed, Karen had called up to her and told her when she was done, she was to make a pitcher of Margaritas and take it, three beers and a glass out to the Jacuzzi. After her upstairs task, Viki followed her latest order. When she arrived at the Jacuzzi with the tray of drinks, she couldn't believe her eyes. Karen was being gang-banged in the Jacuzzi. Everyone was naked. The short, stocky blond guy was face-fucking Karen, while she sat on the dick of the tall, dark haired guy who was also sucking her tits, and the shorter, dark haired guy was standing in the water behind her, fucking her ass. All that was heard were moans and grunts. Viki stood mesmerized. The sight of Karen fucking like a whore in heat was turning her on. Viki's prick rose to attention but was well contained in the rather large ruffled panties. Her nipples pushed against the nylon fabric until it looked like two little fingers were poking their way out of her top. The blond guy let out a loud groan and soon the others joined in unison. Suddenly cum was flying all over Karen's face and back. As the motion slowed and the water became calm, Karen smiled at Viki and said, "Hey guys, the drinks are here." Some comments about Viki's tits were almost immediately quelled by Karen's order, "If anybody touches my maid, I'll have to ask you all to leave. There's plenty of me to go around!!" The guys seemed happy with that statement and Viki placed the tray on the table. "Will there be anything else, ma'am," Viki asked Karen. "Yes, there is Viki. Come here and clean me up... with your tongue," was Karen's reply as she walked out of the Jacuzzi. That statement got a rise from the boys. Viki walked over to Karen and followed her step-by-step instructions. First was her face. As Viki licked the cooling cum from her eyebrows, cheeks and then the lips, Karen grabbed Viki's face and stuck her tongue far down her throat. When Karen released her grip, she turned so Viki could suck the cum off her back. When it appeared all the cum was removed, Viki rose for further orders. Karen then told her she missed some and proceeded to pull open her pussy lips. Viki got the message and went to her knees and began to suck Karen's pussy. Viki could feel precum from her prick dripping on her stomach as she tongued Karen's wet box. Each man's cum had a different taste than the other's. The cum from Karen's snatch was mixed with her own and that tasted very good to Viki. She hungrily ate until Karen grabbed Viki's head and forced it tight to her pussy. Viki could barely breathe as Karen ground her smooth cunt tight into her face. Karen's hips began to buck as she reached another orgasm. Viki could barely keep up with the flow from Karen's swollen lips. When her head was released, Viki knew she was done with her task. "I think the boys need more beer, Viki," Karen said as she regained her composure. "Just be sure we never run dry out here." Viki walked back to the house and she could hear them talking about what they had just experienced. When Viki returned, she put the beers on the table. Before she could pick up all the empties, Karen told her the boys wanted to see her body. Karen told Viki to remove only the skirt. Viki set the empty bottles down and undid the snaps at the back of the short dress. She pulled it off to a chorus of "oohs" and "ahhs". As she stood in her thigh high fishnet stockings and ruffled panties, Viki was glad the briefs were as big as they were. They still hid her now rigid prick and the ruffles aided in the concealment. Karen then dismissed Viki telling her to take her skirt and empties into the house. All day long Karen fucked her brains out and Viki kept the alcohol moving. As Viki sat in the kitchen glancing to the backyard for empties, the men would file past her to use the bathroom every once in a while. At around 4 p.m., the smaller, dark haired guy came in and used the john. He was the skinniest of them all and the best looking. When he returned from the john, he turned to Viki and asked if she always did as she was told. Viki responded with a "Yes sir" and with that the man grabbed her by the hair and said, "Then suck my dick!!" Before Viki knew what was happening, she was pulled from her chair to the floor and was staring at a limp four inch prick. "I said suck it!!" Both hands were now on her head and she pulled the member into her mouth and began sucking. Viki couldn't move her head because of the man's grip, but he was bucking his hips, fucking her face. As he continued to pull out and push in, his prick began to grow in Viki's mouth. Soon it was nearly three inches around and ten inches long. Viki's jaw was hurting and her teeth scraped the shaft as it pushed in and out of her mouth. He seemed to like it and Viki also found she liked it. Her panties were now dripping wet with cum and her own prick was straining at the waistband of her briefs. The thick prick was now pushing far down her throat and banging the back. A new sensation for Viki was having a pair of balls slapping her in the chin. It was wild and weird. After only two or three minutes, far less than when Karen had fucked her throat the night before, the man began spurting cum down her throat. When the man had finished shooting, he pushed her down to the floor and just walked back outside. Viki was catching her breath as she stood to sit back down in her chair. As she glanced back outside, she saw empty bottles sitting on the table. She quickly grabbed three more beers and headed back to the Jacuzzi. When she arrived, she heard Karen say, "Remember guys, I said only one of you can stay for dinner and now I've made my choice. I choose Phil." With that, the guy who had just face fucked Viki took some bows to the boos of the others. "We'll finish these drinks and then you'll have to go," Karen said. Viki took the empties to the house and returned to her chair. About 20 minutes later, Viki rose as they all entered the house. Karen and Phil were still naked, but the other two guys had dressed. Karen led the two dressed men to the door with Phil following. When they had left, Phil asked what was for dinner. Karen told Phil to stay right where he was and she ran upstairs. Just as Phil was approaching the kitchen and Viki, Karen came running down the stairs with a duffle bag in her hands. "I'm going to have YOU for dinner," Karen laughed to Phil. Phil smiled a big grin as Karen motioned him to lay on the kitchen table. He hopped up and lay on his back awaiting Karen's next move. She instructed Phil to roll over on his stomach. After pulling two pairs of handcuffs from the bag, Karen walked to where Phil's head was. "Let's have fun," Karen said as she held the hand cuffs in front of Phil's face . "You ARE a kinky broad aren't you," Phil laughed as Karen bound his left hand to one table leg and then the right to the other table leg. Karen had to tug the right arm a little because the table was so wide. Phil's arms were stretched out to nearly their limit. Karen then put leather ankle cuffs on each leg and also secured them to the appropriate table legs. Phil was now sprawled open on the kitchen table and Karen returned to her bag of tricks. Viki just stood amazed at what was happening, but she was also aroused as she had never seen Karen act in such a manner. "Are you ready?" was all Karen said. Phil could hear her but he couldn't turn his head to an angle where he could see her. Before he could answer, Karen produced a riding crop and brought it down full force to his ass. Phil screamed in protest. "Hey, that hurts," Phil screamed at Karen. "It's supposed to you bastard," was Karen's stern reply. "I told you not to touch my maid and you did. Don't you think I didn't notice you were the only one to return from the house with a hard, wet dick??" "I couldn't help it. She begged me for it," Phil stuttered. "Not only are you scum, you're LYING scum." With that Karen brought the crop down again. "OWW!! What do want me to do, apologize? I'm SORRY... OK?" "No. I want you to reciprocate," Karen said. "I will... I will! Tell her to come over here and sit on my face!" "That's not necessary," Karen laughed. "You'll do for her what she did for you or you'll be screaming all night. Viki, move over there." Viki was getting hot watching and listening and she moved near Phil's head as Karen instructed. "Remove those panties," Karen ordered and Viki complied. As Viki pulled her panties down, she watched Phil's face as his eyes nearly leaped from their sockets. Viki's rigid prick was standing straight up, extending nearly nine inches and swollen at least two and a half inches wide. "I'm not sucking THAT," Phil shouted. Karen followed his statement with three rapid, hard blows to his ass and Phil screamed again. "Open your mouth and SUCK IT DOWN...NOW!!!" Karen landed three more insurrection. As Phil's mouth opened to scream, Viki took the initiative. She grabbed Phil's head and shoved in her hard prick. She needed relief badly and she wanted it badly. Phil tried to resist by craning his neck and forcing Viki to rise up to keep her prick in his mouth. Five more blows were landed to Phil's ass and Karen screamed, "SUCK IT!!! SUCK IT DOWN YOUR THROAT OR YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO SIT AGAIN!!!" Phil came to the realization that the faster he got it over with, the faster he'd get out of this bizarre situation. He began to suck Viki's prick in earnest. Viki was using his head as he had hers. She moved his head up and down on the shaft, pushing it slightly deeper down his throat with each motion. The wild day had taken it's toll on Viki and she quickly began shooting down Phil's throat. Phil began to gag as Viki's cum gushed from her prick. Karen took notice and whacked his ass twice more shouting, "Swallow it ALL or you'll pay dearly!" Viki could feel Phil begin sucking to get as much come as he could and not to piss off Karen. When Viki slid her dwindling prick from Phil's mouth, Karen said that the show was too fast. She ordered Viki back to Phil's head and told Phil he had better get Viki hard soon. She told him she would whip him once every ten seconds until Viki's prick was hard again and she started with the first blow. Phil was resigned to his fate and worked hard at the task at hand. A total of 11 blows landed before Karen was satisfied at the size of Viki's prick. Between blows and when she was satisfied at Viki's rigidity, Karen would poke the crop between Phil's ass cheeks. Viki was now working her prick against the back of Phil's throat. Every time Karen would push the crop between Phil's cheeks, his body lunged forward, forcing more of Viki's dick deeper down his throat. Karen walked around to the head of the table and took several pictures of Phil's activity. After nearly ten minutes, Viki began to cum again. Once again Karen shouted to Phil to swallow all of it or be sorry. When Viki's prick went limp, she kept it in Phil's mouth this time, noticing Phil would suck it back in when she pulled it out a bit. Karen moved back to the head of the table and pushed Viki away from Phil's face. She bent down, and wiping a finger across the floor, produced a strand of dripping cum on her finger. "I told you to swallow it all and you just wouldn't listen. What am I going to do with you?" Karen was sounding like a scolding mother. "I know what to do," she said as she approached the refrigerator. She opened the freezer, removed an ice cube tray, cracked it, and poured the separated two-inch by one-inch cubes into a bowl. She then brought the bowl to the table and placed it between Phil's spread legs. Karen then took a cube and began to work it into Phil's ass hole. Phil's protests were quickly silenced by a few well placed blows and a hard squeeze of his balls. After a few moments, Karen managed to insert the cube. Phil breathed a sigh of relief, but Karen wasn't finished. She picked up a second cube and also worked it into his bunghole. Then Karen pushed a third cube in, a fourth a fifth, and just as Phil thought he would pass out, a sixth cube was worked into his hole. Karen then walked around to face Phil and she could see him gritting his teeth. Karen smiled and motioned for Viki to lie down on the floor so that her prick was directly down below Phil's head. She then squatted over Viki's face and Viki immediately went to work licking Karen's pussy and nibbling on her clit. Karen was swaying her pussy back and forth across Viki's mouth when she told Phil she wanted him to watch Viki's prick grow while she was being eaten. Phil's eyes widened when she told him that after she had her orgasm, Viki's prick should be good and hard and she was going to thank Viki by letting her fuck him. The last statement got Viki hard fast. She hadn't fucked anything in a week except Phil's mouth tonight. She was imagining how tight Phil was going to be and she quickened her pace on Karen's snatch. Karen stopped rocking, closed her eyes and then sat with force on Viki's open mouth. Viki knew Karen was also greatly aroused because she poured like a waterfall into Viki's mouth. Karen rose to her feet and pulled Viki to hers and walked her to the other end of the table. Karen told Viki she deserved a good fuck and then sarcastically told Phil the same thing. Viki climbed up on the table and Karen went to pick up the camera once again. Viki's prick was so stiff, she thought she could just push it into Phil's ass hole without using her hands. She was right. Phil's ass was sopping wet and well lubricated from the melting cubes. As Viki entered Phil's rectum, she experienced an extremely erotic feeling. Phil was cold on the inside. The sensation was wild and as she began moving forward and Karen was snapping pictures, she encountered an ice cube still not completely melted. She moved forward and encountered another. She could feel several cubes bouncing off each other as she plunged deeper into Phil's chilly ass. When she was all the way in to her balls, Phil's groaning became its loudest. Viki pulled back quickly and then rammed home to Phil's grunt. As Viki picked up the pace, the flesh around her prick was getting warmer and water began to slide from Phil's ass. Viki was suddenly pounding into Phil with a hard rhythm and after a several minutes, was cumming once again. Karen put down the camera and told Phil he was a good boy. She then offered him a drink which he gladly accepted. Karen mixed a concoction at the counter, placed a straw in it and handed it to a now upright Viki. Viki k