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Warning. This story contains scenes of an explicit sexual nature and deals with transgenderism and crossdressing. If these subjects offend you then read no further. However, if you like this stuff then read on and enjoy. BG. (The first sentence of this story is borrowed from The Book of Common Prayer.) A Telephone Call Or Ursula's Story By Belle Gordon. "Forasmuch as Charles and Ursula have consented together in holy matrimony, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, and have given and pledged their troth to each other, and have declared the same by giving and receiving of a Ring, and by joining of hands: I pronounce that they be Husband and Wife together. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." The priest turned to Charles and said softly "You may kiss your bride." I raised the veil from my face onto the floral tiara that had been fixed into my hair, turned to Charles and offered my lips to his gentle kiss. There was a small ripple of applause from the few people gathered in the tiny church to witness the ceremony. There was Aunt Madeleine of course with her new partner Gwendolyn, and Carol Parsons who was acting as my maid of honour, Charles' best man, Rupert Banks and Charles' parents Sir Richard and Lady Canterbury, plus a few other close friends and relations. With the register signed and witnessed we thank the priest and left for a small reception. All too soon it was time to leave and Carol and I headed for a room in the hotel to change. I was reluctant to remove the beautiful bridal gown, but knew I couldn't travel in it. It was made from ivory silk and had a tightly fitted bodice with seed pearls stitched to it. The heart shaped neckline was modestly low cut to expose a discreet amount of cleavage, full sleeves, and yards and yards of material made up the skirt. I'd opted for a shortish train, as I had no bridesmaids to carry a long one. My shoes were white silk with two inch heels, my stockings were also white silk. Around my neck I wore a gold chain and locket that had belonged to my mother. Further in keeping with tradition I'd borrowed a pair of pearl earrings from Carol and my lingerie was blue satin panties and garter belt. I wore no bra, as the bodice was so well cut and boned it did not require one. I exchanged the gown for a blue check linen two-piece, single-breasted suit worn over a yellow cotton camisole top. I swapped the white silk stockings for honey-coloured nylons and the shoes for black patent leather courts. Carol let my hair down from the French plait and brushed it out to fall onto my shoulders. Finally I was ready to leave. I kissed Carol and thanked her for being my dearest friend and for all she had done for me. "I've arranged with the estate agent to sell the apartment, and the cleaning woman will be in to clear out my closets. If there's anything you want, clothes or anything, just help yourself. I won't be needing any of them again, I'm starting afresh." As I relaxed with a complementary glass of champagne in the first-class section of the 747 that was taking my husband and me to Bali for our honeymoon, I reflected on how my life had changed in the last four and a half years. To say that the changes had been dramatic would be an understatement. The fact that I was now married and to a millionaire was amazing enough, but also that anyone seeing the sophisticated and elegantly dressed woman sitting here would never believe I was once a man. II It all began with a telephone call from my Aunt Madeleine. She was phoning from Scotland where she'd gone because her estranged husband had died in a tragic accident. They had lived apart for some time and were in the process of getting divorced, but she never-the-less, felt that it was only decent to attend his funeral. Their marriage had broken down when he'd left her and moved to Scotland to live with another woman. I never did discover the circumstances that led to their separation, nor how and when he met this other woman. She didn't expect to be home for a few days, she said, as there were certain legal problems to be sorted out. "Would you be a dear and stay in my apartment till I get back?" she asked. "You know where the key is. And please feed the cat." The cat was a fat, lazy marmalade specimen that sometimes responded to the name of Cedric. My aunt and I had always been very close. She had practically raised me after my own parents' tragic death when I was 5. They had been driving home late at night when a drunk driver had forced them from the road and down a steep ravine into a lake. The police pathologist stated at the inquest that their seat belts and the car's air bags had meant that they were still alive and uninjured when they entered the water but, ironically, because of these safety devices they were unable to exit the car and consequently drowned. Aunt Madeleine, as mother's sister and my only other relative naturally assumed the role of my guardian. I moved in with her and Uncle Robert, and my parents' house was sold. The proceeds from the sale together with a portfolio of stocks and shares were made into a trust fund that I would inherit on my eighteenth birthday. By the time I reached my majority it amounted to a substantial sum. I was put into Sophie's old room that had been left exactly as it was when she had finally succumbed to leukaemia at the age of 15 a year earlier. Aunt Madeleine had never fully gotten over the loss of her daughter and for some reason blamed Uncle Robert for it. Sophie being an only child had wanted for nothing. Her room was filled with all the things a teenage girl collects. Clothes and dolls. Teddy bears and records. Posters of clean-cut cinema idols and boy bands adorned her walls. The d?cor was all frills and pinks in the Barbie style. I settled into all this feminism without a second's thought and life was very pleasant living in their big rambling farmhouse in the country. I found I enjoyed playing with her toys and spent many hours dressing and undressing her collection of Barbie and Sindy dolls. Aunt Madeleine spent a lot of time with me in Sophie's room and encouraged me to play with her toys and to use her things as though substituting me for her daughter. Whenever she bought me presents, which was often, they were always girls' things. I was never given masculine toys. No toy guns or action men, or anything even vaguely military. No footballs or train sets. No model aeroplanes or construction kits. I didn't mind I just loved to get gifts. When I was bought new clothes they were always the female forms of male clothing. For example she always bought me girls jeans, girls shirts and those tight stretchy trousers with the loop under the foot. My socks were always little ankle socks often with a lacy trim. My underwear consisted of plain cotton briefs but never with a fly, and little vests with thin shoulder straps and scalloped necks. All my old underwear and clothes gradually disappeared to be replaced with the feminine stuff. I accepted all this as perfectly normal and thought nothing strange about it. Uncle Robert was a very mild mannered man and Aunt Madeleine bullied him unmercifully. Since Sophie's death she'd become much worse toward him and she treated him like dirt. He became her virtual slave. He spent most of his time in the kitchen wearing a frilly apron cooking or ironing. He did all the housework, the hoovering and dusting. He did the laundry and grocery shopping and spent a lot of time on his knees polishing the floor. One day he appeared with leather dog's collar around his neck and I never saw him without it again. I was discouraged from entering the kitchen but sometimes I'd go in and see Uncle Robert lying on the floor in a corner with a bowl of water at his side. When I asked Aunt Madeleine if he was all right she'd say that he had been a naughty boy and had to be punished. At 11 years of age I was sent to a boy's boarding school where I stayed till I left at 18. Life was tough and hard at first and I was very unhappy. I swapped the soft feminine life style I'd become accustomed to, the nice clothing and my own room for the harsh life of a dormitory and rough school uniform, but as I grew older and more confident things slowly changed. I moved out of the dorm to a shared room with another boy called John and it wasn't long before we were experimenting with each other. We started sharing the same bed, at first for mutual comfort and warmth, and them for mutual masturbation. John was always the dominant partner, taking the lead in our sex acts, so it was only natural that it was he who fucked me on my 14th birthday. John was rapidly developing into an adolescent boy and was growing facial and pubic hair, whereas I seemed to be stuck in little boy form. I had not a single hair on my body apart from my head. I was very distressed by this condition and told John so one night as I lay cuddled in his arms. "Don't worry about it," he said, "you'll grow some soon enough. Any way, I like you better this way. You feel like a girl, all soft and smooth." "Hmmm. I like feeling like a girl" I said "especially when you treat me like one. Fuck me again please, John." So life continued throughout my school years. I had several lovers after John, but almost always in the submissive role. I occasionally took the top position but although I enjoyed it I much preferred the bottom. Despite John's assurances I never did grow much body hair and didn't really grow in stature much either. So by the time I left school I was not a great deal larger then when I started. III So I was happy to go and stay in Aunt Maddy's luxury apartment for a few days. I'd bought a little cottage in the Cotswold Hills with some of the money I'd inherited from dad's estate, and there was enough left over for me to live comfortably without the need to work for a living so being away would not be a problem. If fact, I was wealthy enough that I would never need to work if I chose not to do so. The prospect of living in Aunt Madeleine's large penthouse apartment for a few days was thrilling. She had bought it when she and Robert had split up and they had been obliged to sell the house in the country. The apartment took up the entire top floor of a high rise block with spectacular views across the city. The accommodation consisted of two large bedrooms, with en suite bathrooms and walk-in closets, a huge lounge, kitchen with a dining area, an office and a couple of utility rooms. It was beautifully furnished throughout with the finest carpets and drapes. The kitchen had every conceivable gadget and in the lounge was a state-of-the-art TV and stereo system. I arrived the following morning, found the spare key, and let myself in. I threw my bag onto the bed in the second bedroom, then went into the kitchen to make tea. The sudden ringing of the telephone startled me. It was Aunt Madeleine to see if I had arrived. "Hi Robin" she said "glad you could make it." "No problem." I said, "By the way, what happened to Uncle Robert?" "It was terrible. He broke his neck when he tripped and fell down a flight of stairs. He was dead on arrival at the hospital. He is being buried this afternoon." "That's awful. I'm terribly sorry for you, If there's anything I can do. You only have to ask." "Thanks Robin. Please stay there till I get back. Make yourself comfortable and treat the place as your own." "Thanks." "Oh! I almost forgot. I've arranged for a charity shop to call and collect all of Robert's clothes. Will you collect them altogether and leave them ready. I don't want to have to deal with them when I get back." I went and looked in Madeleine's bedroom. She'd re-decorated since I was last here and I was surprised to see how feminine it was. The room was dominated by a large four poster bed with pink drapes all round it. The wall at the foot of the bed held a huge antique mirror in a gilded ornate frame, and original oil paintings were hung on the walls. To one side was a vanity unit covered with Madeleine's make up, a wig stand, complete with a curly blond wig, combs, hair brushes and all the paraphernalia necessary to make a woman beautiful. On the other side of the bed was a similar unit, which was obviously Roberts'. There was very little on it except a brush and comb, and a box of cuff links. I opened the drawers and removed the contents, boxer shorts, briefs, tee shirts, socks, neckties, and vests. I carried it all through to the second bedroom and dumped them on the bed. In the walk-in closet next to his dressing table I found suits, shirts, sweaters, sports jackets and slacks, fifteen pairs of shoes of various styles, topcoats, and a tuxedo. I cleared everything out and put it with the other stuff on the spare bed. I then went systematically round the apartment and collected every item of clothing belonging to Robert I could find. I put them with the rest. By the time I had finished there was a huge pile of clothes, much more than I would have expected for a man who no longer lived here. When I'd finished I felt sweaty and dirty so I decided to take a bath and make myself comfortable as Maddy had suggested. Stripping off my clothes I threw them onto the floor of the spare bedroom then padded naked into her en suite bathroom. I filled the tub with hot water then on impulse added a liberal measure of Maddy's bath oil and bubble bath. I had just relaxed in the scented water when the doorbell rang. Cursing to myself I wrapped a large fluffy towel round my waist and went to answer it leaving wet footprints behind me. "We're from the charity shop come to collect some clothes." announced the leader of the three guys standing there. He waved his identity card at me. "OK" I said, "follow me." I led them into the room and showed them the pile of clothes on the bed. "All that." I said "Close the front door when you leave, I'm going to finish my bath." "No problem, guvner, we'll be gone in a jiffy." I returned to the warmth and comfort of the bath. I heard the front door bang when they left. I must have dozed because I suddenly became aware that the water was getting cold. Standing in front of the full-length mirror I looked at my reflection as I dried myself. I was quite pleased with what I saw. I stand 5'8" and weigh 130 pounds. My facial features are quite delicate. I have a thinish straight nose and full lips. Since leaving school I've let my hair grow till it now reaches to my shoulders. I usually tie it back in a ponytail but when I let it loose it falls thickly round my head. I have a slim, soft body, with no bulging muscles. I have very little body hair and what there is is blond and fine. I have narrow shoulders and thin arms. My legs are probably my best feature. They are long and quite shapely with well-formed thighs and calves. I have small feet and hands. I have small, fleshy mounds of breast tissue, (which causes me some embarrassment whenever I swim in public) and my nipples are quite prominent. With very little chest hair they tend to stand out. Despite having a somewhat feminine body my penis is a good size, measuring 8" when erect. As I studied myself I began to get hard and my hands began stroking my thickening shaft. I always become aroused whenever I walk around naked. I love the sense of freedom and the feeling of cool air on my skin. Fully erect now I left the bathroom and went into the lounge intending to get something to drink. I walked over to the drink cabinet and poured myself a whisky and soda. I flopped down on the couch and took a sip. The feel of the silk upholstery against my skin caused my prick to twitch and I gave it a couple of strokes. I flipped through a copy of Cosmopolitan as I sipped my scotch. Finishing my drink I put the glass in the kitchen, then reluctantly decided I should get dressed. When I entered the spare bedroom it took me a second or two to realise what had happened. Not only had all of Robert's things gone, but so had my suitcase and all of my clothes too. The guys from the charity shop had taken everything. Slowly, the awful truth began to dawn on me. There was not a single article of male clothing left in the apartment. I had been very thorough in removing all items and I was sure that there was nothing left. Not to worry I told myself; I'll simply phone the shop and get my stuff back. But, wait, I didn't know which charity shop it was. So, I'll phone them all. Opening the yellow pages at charity and thrift shops I was staggered to see there were hundreds listed. It would take a week to check them all. Anyway it was now past six o'clock and they would all be closed. Not to worry, I'll phone Aunt Madeleine and ask her which shop she arranged the collection with, then phone them first thing in the morning. When I finally got through to her hotel I was told that she had checked out, and sorry, sir, they did not know where she could be contacted. Oh shit! I went back in to Madeleine's room and looked through Robert's closet and drawers in the forlorn hope that I had missed something, but not a thing remained. I then walked round the bed and opened Maddy's walk-in closet. I was amazed by the quantity of clothes hanging there. Beautiful dresses, skirts, blouses, cardigans, hats, coats, suits, and dozens of pairs of shoes. Also hanging in there were several shear and delicate negligees and lacy nightgowns. Opening the drawers of her vanity I found them full of panties, bras, garter belts, hosiery and all imaginable lingerie. I pushed my hands into a drawer filled with her panties and brought a bundle up to my face. I inhaled her lovely perfume and rubbed the soft silks against my face. Glancing into her looking glass I was shocked to see I had an enormous erection. I was so hard it ached. Taking a pair of her panties in one hand I wrapped my cock in them and began to rub the soft material up and down my shaft. Suddenly, my cock twitched and I ejaculated a jet of sperm, which splattered onto the mirror. It was immediately followed by several more. Semen was flying all over the mirror, into her panties, and onto the things lying on her vanity. I had never come so much, with so little self-stimulation. Slowly my ejaculation ceased and the sperm stopped erupting till it just flowed out of my cock head and soaked the panties I still had wrapped around my shaft. I had made a frightful mess over Madeleine's vanity. When I had calmed sufficiently and stopped trembling, I cleaned up as best I could with paper tissues. I still left smears on the mirror glass however hard I tried to clean it. I hoped she wouldn't notice. She would certainly notice the soiled panties if I left them as they were, so I took them into the bathroom and gently washed them in the hand basin then hung them on the shower rail to dry. Turning to leave, I was stunned to see in my reflection that I was still fully erect. Returning to the bedroom I decided there was only one course open to me. I could not remain naked indefinitely so I would have to wear something of Aunt Madeleine's. Having made the decision the prospect was suddenly very exciting to me. I had often wondered what it would be like to wear women's clothes but had never had the opportunity to try it. I'll just borrow a loose dress to make myself decent I thought. Deciding which one to wear was more difficult that I'd imagined. There were so many to choose from and each one was nicer than the last. I finally opted for a printed cotton summer dress with a tight bodice, a pleated skirt and a wide belt. The neckline was low enough to show some cleavage and the skirt ended 3" above the knee. I stepped into the skirt through the back, pulled it up to my waist then pushed my arms into the short ruffled sleeves. Doing the zip up in the back wasn't easy but I managed it eventually. Looking at myself I was surprised by the near perfect fit, but then I remembered that we are almost exactly the same size, I am small for a man but she's big for a woman. I did a twirl in front of the mirror and the skirt flared out. I didn't think I looked bad, except for the tenting at the front of the skirt caused by my erection, which rather spoiled the effect. Perhaps, if I wore a pair of panties I could control it. I selected a pair in peach satin with pretty lace panels in the front and trimming round the leg openings. The feeling was incredible as I slid them up my legs. The soft material fitted snugly round my bottom checks. The elastic in the waistband held my rigid cock against my belly. I could still see the shape formed by my tool but at least it wasn't pushing out the front of my dress. Contemplating my reflection I suddenly thought why not go the whole way? I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it, placed it on the bed and sat at Maddy's dressing table. Looking through her drawers I found a matching bra and garter belt to the panties I already wore. After fumbling for several minutes trying unsuccessfully to clip the suspender belt together at the back, I realized I should be doing it the opposite way. So I placed the belt round my waist and clipped it together at the front then swivelled it round so the fastening was at the back. Simple! I figured I should put the garter tabs down inside my panties so that I'd be able to remove them without undoing the stockings. I chose a pair of natural tan seamed stockings for myself. I remembered that I'd watched a movie once, in which the heroine (was it Mrs Robinson?) had rolled the stocking down to a circle at the toe, put her foot into it then slowly rolled it up her leg. I did the same then clipped it to the two garter tabs. I stretched out my leg and pointed the toe to admire it. It looked and felt terrific, but something was not quite right. Of course, I should have shaved my legs, for even though I have very light hair I could still see it through the nylon. I quickly removed the stocking and found Aunt Madeleine's electric shaver. In no time my legs were baby smooth and when I put my stockings back on the feeling was incredible. I stood up and the tug on the garter tabs and the sound of the nylon rubbing together almost made me come again. I next picked up the bra, a 36B I noticed. It was a front fastening type with lace covered cups. I put my arms through the shoulder straps, pulled the cups together at the front, and clipped them closed. I reached into each cup and settled my little fleshy pecs into them. The bra was an underwired Wonderbra and pushed the flesh on my chest together producing a realistic and credible cleavage. I was quite pleased but there was still not enough to fill the bra cups convincingly so I pushed a pair of panties into each cup and this filled them out nicely. Turning sideways I pushed out my chest and was pleased to see a very appealing bust. Finally I slipped over my head a lovely lace-trimmed white nylon slip, with thin shoulder straps. It was just long enough for the lacy hem to peek from under my skirt. I was about to put my dress back on when another thought struck me. Why not put on some make-up? Just to see what I'd looked like. I was quite proficient at applying make-up as I'd once done a stint of acting with the school drama group and had learned the techniques then. I studied my face in the looking glass and decided I'd better shave first. I do not have a very heavy beard so Aunt Maddy's electric shaver was quite adequate. Looking closely I thought my eyebrows were a bit bushy for a woman. I found tweezers and plucked my brows into a reasonable feminine arch. As I finished plucking I vaguely wondered what people might think when they saw them. I carefully applied a bluish eye shadow to the upper lids, then mascara to my lashes. I worked in a foundation them some blusher to my cheeks and finally I painted my lips with scarlet lipstick. I brushed my hair into a style that fell in soft curls across my forehead and down the sides of my face. It wasn't a proper female cut but it would do. Amidst all the bottles, jars and tubes I found some nail polish the same colour as my lipstick, so as a finishing touch I painted my fingernails. The effect was astounding. I could quite easily be mistaken for a younger Madeleine. Until this moment I had never noticed how much alike my Aunt and I looked. Of course this was the first time I had worn make-up and styled my hair like hers but the likeness was uncanny. I stepped into the dress again and pulled it up to my waist then up over my bust. With the zip fastened the fit was perfect with no looseness around the bodice and the skirt flared nicely over my hips. I selected a pair of black strappy sandals with 3" stiletto heals, they were a little tight but not uncomfortable. Having done up the tiny buckles at the ankle I stood up and tried to walk. I was a bit unsteady at first but I soon mastered the knack. I found that by taking smaller steps and placing one foot in front of the other I was soon walking confidently. I walked round the room a few times then went out and around the apartment. The sound of high heels clicking on the parquet floor sent a shiver up my spine. After ten minutes or so I was having no problems at all walking. As I moved from room to room I'd catch sight of myself reflected in a mirror or a picture glass and be stunned to see a lovely woman where I expected to see a man. Returning to Madeleine's vanity I searched about for some jewellery to add the finishing touch. In an antique box I found what I was looking for. A four-strand pearl necklace and a pair of matching pearl drop earrings. I clipped the necklace together at the back of my neck and pushed the earring's hooks through the holes in my earlobes. I'd had them pierced as an act of rebellion in my final year at school, but had worn nothing in them for a while. Finally a silver bracelet and a little gold watch for my wrists. I had never felt so feminine. To the casual observer I was a beautiful young woman with long flowing hair and a curvaceous body. The sensation of being dressed in soft silky lingerie, a dress and high heels was beyond anything I had previously experienced. All my senses where heightened. The hiss of my nylons as I crossed my legs and the rustle of my skirt as I moved. The pull of the bra's straps over my shoulders and round my back and the tugging of the garter tabs on the tops of my stockings. The feeling of my hair brushing across the back of my neck and the weight of the earrings as they swung from my lobes, and finally the delightful click, click click of my heals as I walked, all combined to hold me at the peak of sexual agitation. I was in an intense state of excitement. My erection ached and I was afraid I'd spontaneously orgasm again if I didn't do something about it. Standing before the huge mirror in Aunt Madeleine's bedroom I reached down, caught the hem of my skirt and slip, and slowly raised them. I watched in fascination as my nylon clad legs came into view, then the darker band of my stocking tops, the white flesh above that with the tab of the garter belt that stretched downwards. Then my panties with the unexpected sight of a large hard penis protruding from the waist band. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly pushed them down to my knees. My erection sprang free twitching and throbbing as I stared lustfully at the beautiful creature looking back at me. Stepping forward a pace I brought my lips to those of this divine person and kissed her. As our lips touched in a gentle kiss my orgasm crashed from me. My cum shot from my cock to cover the mirror. Pulse after pulse I spurted against the image of this heavenly creature standing before me. My orgasm was so intense I felt my knees buckle and I collapsed to the floor leaking semen over my panties, garter belt and stockings. It was several minutes later before I was able to stand again. I pulled my panties back up and with more tissues I wiped the cum from the mirror. I then removed my soiled panties, stockings and garter belt, took them to the bathroom and carefully washed them. These joined the earlier panties on the shower rail. It was now getting late so I decided to undress and prepare for bed. I removed my make-up and showered. Using a large soft puff I dusted my body all over with her scented talc. I brushed and combed my hair and did my best to style it but reckoned it would need a professional cut and set to be really feminine. I hung the dress back in Maddy's closet and after much thought selected a black satin baby doll nightie. It had spaghetti shoulder straps, lace trimming at the hem and round the bra cups and was tied together between the breasts with red ribbon. I found panties that matched. I slipped my feet into fluffy high-healed mules. I re-applied a little light make-up and touched up my lips. I left the earrings in but changed the pearl necklace for a black velvet choker. Inspecting the overall effect in the mirror I was dismayed to see I was erect yet again. With an effort of will I ignored my demanding organ and left the bedroom to get some supper. At 11:30 I went to bed. I entered Aunt Madeleine's bedroom without questioning that I shouldn't be sleeping there. The spare room was not an option. A low wattage lamp burned in the bedside light over which Maddy had draped a red head scarf. The room was suffused with a warm, soft pink glow. When I turned down the bed I was thrilled to find pink satin sheets. I cleaned my teeth before sliding between the delicious sheets. The sensation of lying in such a bed dressed in a sexy nightie was incredible. I lay on my back, pulled the sheet up to my chin and squirmed around in the bed. I had great difficulty keeping my hands away from my demanding penis because I knew the slightest touch would tip me over the edge into another orgasm. A short while later, as lay between the sheets writhing with sexual tension, I heard the unmistakable sound of a key being inserted into the front door. The door opened then closed and I heard the sound of high heels click-clacking across the parquet floor of the hall. I froze in terror. So far as I knew the only other people to have keys to the apartment were Aunt Madeleine, who was in Scotland, and Uncle Robert who was dead. I lay rigid with fear listening to the sound of footsteps moving from room to room. It was only a question of time before I was discovered. What should I do? It was too late to change and there was nowhere to hide. Presently I heard the footsteps approaching the bedroom. The door opened and a figure was silhouetted in the frame. I was unable to see who stood there because of the bright light from behind. "Robin, is that you?" "Yeah." I managed to croak. I lay stock still with the sheet pulled tightly up under my chin. "Oh good, I thought you might have been out somewhere. I finished my business sooner than I thought so I got the first train back after the funeral. Is everything OK? Did you find everything you needed?" She continued to chatter away, apparently not thinking it odd that I was lying in her bed. She was wearing a grey woollen two-piece suit over a plain white silk blouse, with black patent-leather court shoes. As she talked she removed the jacket of her suit and walked to the closet for a hanger to put it on. She then unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Picking it up she hung it with the jacket then replaced them in the closet. As she unbuttoned her blouse I stared at her. She seemed to have no modesty as she walked about in her pink lacy panties and garter belt that held up her smoky grey stockings. Discarding her blouse I saw her bra also matched. Under the sheet my cock got hard again as I watched her undressing. She moved about as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Perhaps she thought I was Robert and not her nephew. Taking a full-length white satin and lace negligee from the closet she slipped her arms into the sleeves then reached behind her back and unclipped her strap-less bra. As all women do when they remove their bras she massaged her breasts to get rid of the red lines. Her breasts were not too large, a 34B but were perfectly proportioned and shaped with very little sag. The cool air had made her nipples erect. Sitting on the side of the bed she unhooked first one then the other of her stockings and rolled them down her legs. She swivelled the garter belt round to her side so that she could undo it then pulled it upward to release the tabs from inside her panties. She threw it into a corner to join her bra and stockings. "Ah! It's good to be home." she said, stretching her arms above her head then flopping backwards onto the bed across my legs with a sigh of contentment. This caused the sheet to slide down exposing the velvet choker round my throat and the spaghetti straps of my nightie. Before I could recover the sheets she turned her head sideways and stared at me. "Robin? What are you wearing?" she demanded. "Eh, Eh, I can explain, Eh" I stammered. "You're wearing my nightie. I recognise the straps. And that's my choker. And you're wearing earrings and lipstick." Grabbing the sheet she pulled it downwards to expose me lying in her bed wearing her satin and lace baby doll nightie with the matching panties, from the top of which protruded my massive erection. "So! What have we here?" she sneered, looking at my throbbing cock. "A little sissy boy who's turned on wearing his auntie's clothes? Well, well, well. I always suspected you were a little bit fem. Now I discover you like to dress up and pretend to be little girl. Well the little girlie will have to be punished for not asking permission to wear her auntie's sexy little nightie. Lie across my lap and pull your panties down. I'm going to give your girlie bottom the sound spanking it deserves." I did so without a second's hesitation. Burning with embarrassment and humiliation I sat up and lowered my panties to my knees, then lay across Aunt Madeleine's lap. My hot hard cock was pressed into the tops of her thighs. She raised the hem of the nightie and arranged it across the small of my back. I felt her soft hand caress my buttocks and gently squeeze first one then the other cheek. Suddenly a stinging slap landed on my right cheek, quickly followed by an equally hard slap to the left. Slap right. Slap left. ..8,..10,..12,..15,..20. I yelped as her blows rained down on my bottom and squirmed around on her lap. The friction on my penis from her soft thighs, and the stimulation of having my bottom smacked, was too much for my excited mind to handle. With a groan I came. My abundant spunk flooded her thighs and the crutch of her panties. The more she spanked my bottom the more sperm I produced till I was sliding around on her dripping thighs. As my orgasm subsided so did her spanking. I lay prone across her lap as she gently rubbed my reddened arse checks. Slowly she regained her breath and composure. "So it seems the little girl has had an accident. She's made an awful mess in her auntie's lap," Aunt Madeleine said in a tone of voice I had only ever heard her use with Uncle Robert. "She will have to clean it up, wont she, or her auntie will have to give her another spanking?" "Oh, I'm terribly sorry Auntie. I don't know what came over me. It should never have happened. Forgive me please, I feel so ashamed. You must be disgusted with me." "On your knees and clean up your revolting mess you sissy faggot." I got off her legs and knelt by the side of the bed facing her. I reached for a box of tissues, but she stopped me. "Not with those, you pervert, use your tongue. Lick up every drop of your filthy spunk from my legs and off my panties." Kneeling between her thighs I bent forward and began to lick my sperm from her legs. I had never before tasted human semen and was pleasantly surprised by the taste and texture. It was not at all unpleasant. As I licked her thighs, Madeleine lay back and I heard her breathing become more rapid. Her legs slowly spread wider apart as I licked closer to her panties. As I worked I noticed that her panties were very much wetter than they should have been and a heady aroma of musk and sex came from her. I could clearly see her pussy lips through the wet material and as my mouth descended into her crotch her thighs clamped around my head holding me firmly against her cunt. I pulled her panties aside and plunged my tongue into her hot sex hole. Madeleine groaned with pleasure as I licked her inner cunt lips then slowly lapped upward. Finding her engorged clit I took it gently between my teeth and worried it. Maddy moaned and rolled her head in pleasure. I heard her muttering "yes, yes, that's it, do it more my darling girl." By now her pussy was awash with her juices, which I avidly lapped up. I guessed she was approaching her orgasm so I quickened my thrusting tongue, stabbing it as far as I could into her dripping cunt. Suddenly her legs tensed and my head was held in the vice of the thighs. She screamed and my mouth was flooded with her hot sweet discharge. I drank every drop. After her climax she did not release my head but gripped it even tighter. She urged me to continue. "More, more, don't stop. Lick my hot love box. I want your girlie tongue in me. Make me come again. Oh yes, yes." She rapidly climaxed a second time and then a third. My head was hurting and I was almost fainting for lack of air. After her fourth orgasm the grip on my head finally relaxed and I was at last able to gasp a lung full of air. After she had stopped quivering and shaking she released my head from her tensing thighs, I pulled my panties up and lay on the bed beside her. I took her in my arms and kissed her on the forehead, her eyes, her nose and finally her lips. It was not the sort of kiss normally exchanged between a nephew and his aunt but then, our entire relationship had suddenly and irrevocably altered. We slept in each other's arms. IV The next morning I awoke to find Madeleine gone from the bed. I heard the shower running in her bathroom and the sound of her humming a tune. Presently the shower stopped and she re-entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped round her body and rubbing her wet hair with another. "I'm glad you're awake" she announced, "because today you start your new life." "New life?" I asked, "What do you mean?" "As you obviously like wearing women's clothes and acting like one, you must therefore wish to become one. And I shall finally have the opportunity to turn you into the daughter I've yearned for since my dear Sophie passed away. So from this moment on you will train to become a woman. You will not wear male clothing ever again. You will spend all your time learning the ways of womanhood. You will learn to cook, clean and sew. How to design and make your own clothes. How to apply make-up and set and style your hair. In fact every facet of the female lifestyle. You will have a new identity with all the necessary documentation. I have already arranged with an associate to supply it. Unfortunately you don't get to choose a name, so henceforth you'll be known as Ursula Rose Lawrence. You will also become my personal maid. So you can start by drying and setting my hair then helping me dress." I was dumbfounded by her change of manner. This was a side of her character I had never seen. I knew she could be cruel because I remembered the way she had treated Uncle Robert, but up until now Aunt Madeleine had always been kind, gentle, and loving with me. I was at a loss to know what to make of these developments. Did she seriously mean to turn me into a woman? I admit I loved the feelings and sensations I got from crossdressing but I didn't want to lose all my maleness. I definitely didn't want to lose my penis. And what about the future? Did she propose to change my identity with all the bureaucracy that involved? It seemed so. "Come on. Jump to it" she ordered. I had been sitting on the bed starting at her open mouthed as she outlined her plans, and I thought through the implications of what she proposed. Now I was jolted back to reality as she handed me a hairbrush. I took it from her, gave her hair a rub with the towel then began to brush the tangles out. She instructed me in using her hair dryer and styling her hair, then how to apply make-up to her face and lips, and to paint her finger and toenails. When she was satisfied she ordered me to select some clothes for her to wear today. I laid them out on the bed for her inspection. She decided she didn't want the dress and shoes I'd chosen. She said she preferred a skirt and blouse, so I chose a charcoal grey pencil skirt and a pale violet silk blouse instead. She also let me choose her lingerie, so I picked out a lovely mauve bra, and pants set that matched her blouse. She announced she would wear panty hose today and not stockings, as the skirt was a little shorter than was normal for her. Satisfied Aunt Madeleine stood up and I was ordered to remove the towel she was still wrapped in. I felt my erection beginning as I knelt before her naked body and held the panties for her to step into. I pulled them up her legs and settled them snugly about her waist. Next I took her bra and standing behind her I fitted the cups over her breasts then snapped the clasp together at the back. I knelt at her feet again so that I could pull the panty hose up her legs and smooth the nylon taught up her calves and thighs. She held her arms up so that I could lower the satin slip over her head then settle it properly over her bust and hips. Walking round her I held the blouse for her arms then buttoned it up the front. I was unused to the buttons being on the opposite side to a man's shirt, but I was told I'd soon get used to it. Kneeling again, I held the skirt so that she could step into it, then pulled it up over her hips, being careful to ensure the slip wasn't rucked. I fastened the button and closed the zip at the back. Finally, kneeling before her again I placed her shoes on her feet, then reached under her skirt and gave her slip a tug so that it lay flat and smooth under her skirt. "Put these on." She said handing me a frilly, pink nylon robe and the fluffy mules I'd worn last night, "Then come with me." I did as she said and followed her from the bedroom and into the kitchen. "Now you can start you domestic duties by making me some breakfast. I'll have coffee, toast and fruit juice. I have some more phone calls to make while you do that." She strode from the room leaving me to get her food. I quickly got things going and as I did so, I began to think: what am I doing? Why am I submitting to this? All I have to do is to say no, demand she get me some clothes then leave. But the awful truth was, I liked it. I liked what was happening to me. The permanent erection I sported proved it. The whole scenario excited me. I wanted to become her personal maid. And yes, I did want to live as a woman. Having now admitted my secret desires and therefore accepting the consequences of them, I threw myself into my new life. Over the weeks that followed I learned to do all the things necessary in running a home. I was responsible for all cooking, cleaning, laundry, ironing, and mending that was needed. I ordered all the groceries, wine and drink. I paid all the household bills from an account Aunt Madeleine set up and was expected to manage a proper budget. I was also required to take care of all Aunt Maddy's personal needs, as well as dressing and undressing her, doing her hair and make-up. I had to fill her bath, wash her and even wipe her bottom after she used the toilet. In return for all this menial work I was instructed in the ways of womanhood. I was taught how to dress properly and wear clothes correctly. How to walk, sit, stand and even how to hold a tea cup. I was taught make-up techniques and hairdressing. Aunt Madeleine arranged for a beautician friend to visit every fortnight, give me a facial, cut and set my hair, which was growing longer and thicker, and manicure my nails. She also started me on a course of electrolysis to remove my beard and body hair, such as there was. I had also begun taking hormone pills, although at the time I didn't know. It was when my breasts began to swell and become sore, and my nipples to get very sensitive that Madeleine admitted she'd been giving me them right from the first day. When I mentioned my fear about losing my penis she explained that the dosage I was taking would not affect me in any adverse way, unless, of course, I wanted to increase it. And so began my slow metamorphosis from nephew to niece. I began slowly accumulating my own wardroom of clothes. I could of course wear anything of Aunt Mad's that I wished, but it was much nicer to have my own things. At first Aunt Maddy bought whatever clothes I wanted or I purchased things from mail order catalogues, but as I perfected my feminism and became more confident I began venturing out to shops and buying direct. One of the first items I obtained was a gaff. Aunt Madeleine insisted that if I wished to keep my cock in full working order I would have to wear it to disguise the telltale bulge. Putting it on for the first time was a revelation. Previously I had tucked my tool between my legs, which was OK till I became excited over something, then the unruly member would rear up and spoil the line of whatever dress or skirt I was wearing. Now with the gaff in place my crotch was permanently flattened and much more feminine. As part of my training and servitude I was expected to service Aunt Madeleine whenever she demanded it. She would summon me from say, doing the laundry, and I'd have to fall to my knees, raise her skirt and perform cunnilingus on her insatiable cunt. I had to do this whenever and wherever she happened to be at that moment. I might have to crawl under the meal table, or when she talked on the telephone. Often in the evenings as she watched television I would spend hours with my mouth pressed to her pussy and, even sometimes as she sat on the loo. This put a great strain on me, because I was forbidden any form of relief. I was kept in a constant state of sexual arousal by her demands. Any mistakes I made were punished. If something was not ironed perfectly, a plate not washed properly, or the bathroom not cleaned to her satisfaction, or for any trivial reason it would result in a beating. These usually took the form of a spanking on my bare bottom with her hand, but when she suspected I was beginning to enjoy it and was deliberately doing things wrong, she started using a hairbrush then a broad leather strap. One day she returned home with a riding crop and I'm not sure who was the more eager to try it out. After such a beating my cock would be painfully hard and I would beg her to be allowed relief. Before consenting I would be forced to humiliate myself in some way. Often she would make me sit on the floor with my head tilted back on the seat of a chair and she would sit on my face while she ate a meal or chatted on the phone. Another favourite she had was for me to lick her clean after using the toilet. My self-degradation was such that I began to look forward to these times and would eagerly lap and lick her anal ring and urine soaked pussy. When I was finally allowed to take my throbbing cock in hand I was usually at such a peak of sexual excitement that the first touch was often enough to bring me to orgasm. I of course had to collect and swallow all my own come, and if I missed any I'd be punished. This was a torture in itself, as I always felt cheated by the quickness of the climax and was inevitably left wanting more, which of course I wasn't allowed. One night after I had performed my nightly adoration of her ever eager pussy she announced that I was now ready for the next stage in my transformation. When I enquired what this was to be, she told me to fetch a box from her vanity unit. Placing it before her she told me to open it. Inside were several objects that I didn't immediately recognize. There was a tube of something, three conical shaped objects of different sizes and four tubular things also of differing size. On closer inspection I realized that the tube shaped things were of course dildos but I had no idea what the others were. "If you are to be a successful woman you will have to make a man desire you and want to fuck you" she said "and to that end you have to prepare your pussy to receive a cock. And the way to do that is like everything else, practice and training. You will start with the smallest and progress to the largest. After a few weeks your pussy should be able to accommodate the largest cock there is." I started at the assortment of plugs and dildos and thought that there was no way I'll ever be able to take even the smallest one. The boy's cocks that had fucked me at school were not as big as the smallest dildo here. "Now Ursula, take the tube of KY jelly, squeeze some onto your finger and smear it onto your pussy then push your finger in and out of the hole." As with all her various humiliations I always had to perform these acts on myself as she watched. I apprehensively did as she said. It had been many years since I'd last had anything enter me and my sphincter clamped tight shut in protest. I lay back on the bed, threw my legs in the air the better to penetrate myself and gradually worked my finger into my anus. After several moments I relaxed and worked my finger in and out in a fucking motion. The memory of my schoolboy experiments came back and I suddenly remembered how good it felt to have a cock inside me. Soon I had a second then a third finger inserted. I began to moan softly as I frigged my anus and my hard cock twitched against my stomach. In another few moments I would have come, but Aunt Madeleine made me stop. She knew exactly how close I was to climaxing and her sadistic character prevented my release yet again. "See, I knew you'd like it, but you mustn't get so excited too soon. You have to learn to control yourself till the man is ready to come. Now take the small butt plug and grease it. Then you can insert it into yourself." I did as she bade me. It took a lot of concentration to get the thing in and it felt monstrously large when it finally slipped past my protesting ring and settled in my rectum. I breathed a sigh of relief when the pain eased and I was left with a satisfying feeling of fullness. "Now put these on and you can go to sleep." Madeleine said as she handed me a pair of black rubber pants. They were similar in style to those worn by professional cyclists' high waisted, long legged and extremely tight fitting. I struggled to get them up my thighs and onto my hips. When I had them fitted they held the butt plug firmly in place and also kept my cock tightly controlled. She told me to buckle the belt till the two rings fitted at either side met in the middle. I had to breath in and pull really hard to get them to meet. When she was satisfied she handed me a small padlock and told me to lock it through the rings, then hand her the key. This was another of the little humiliations she so loved. By forcing me to lock myself into the pants and hand her the key, I was making myself her prisoner, and I was trapped inside the pants till she decided when I should be released. On one occasion, as a variation, I was made to seal the key in an envelope, address it to her, then walk down the street and post it. I was in agony the whole time until the letter was delivered the next day, partly from the butt plug and partly from fear that the letter would somehow get lost and not be delivered. It did arrive however, but she still delayed releasing me. The butt plug regime continued for many weeks gradually increasing in size till I could comfortably insert the largest one with ease. Aunt Madeleine also began using the dildos. Usually she made me use them on myself but occasionally she would strap one on to a harness she wore round her waist and fuck me with it. I particularly liked it when she fucked me, as I loved to lie in her arms as she rammed in and out of my anus. It made me feel so feminine lying under the pounding hips of my lover as she pumped a huge cock into me. During this period my breasts grew and my nipples enlarged and darkened. My diet and the hormones had improved my figure. I now had softly rounded hips and a nice tush. My skin softened and I lost any muscularity I had. My hair grew full and thick and the electrolysis had permanently removed any unwanted hair. Never-the-less, Aunt Madeleine decided that I could still use a little improvement in places. So I was booked into a private clinic where I underwent cosmetic surgery. I had collagen inserted in my lips to make them fuller and improve my pout, as Aunt Maddy put it. My nose was thinned at the sides and the tip was turned up a little. Some bone was removed from my lower jaw to make it less heavy and silicone was implanted on my cheekbones to heighten them. Finally my breasts were augmented to increase their size to a nice 36B. At the end of three months when the swelling had gone down and the bruising had faded I emerged as a beautiful young woman. My social skills were not neglected either. As I grew more and more confident in the role of a woman, Aunt Madeleine and I would dress up and go out in the evenings to first the cinema, and then to restaurants and night clubs. This progressed to daytime shopping trips. First we'd just stroll around a mall looking in the windows, then we began entering shops and buying things. Soon we started buying clothes and I got a tremendous thrill the first time I tried a dress on in a store. Despite all Aunt Madeleine's encouragement and assurance I was still very nervous on that first occasion, afraid that someone would spot my deception and call the police. Of course, so far as I know, no one suspected a thing. V After two years work Aunt Madeleine declared herself satisfied with my transformation. We were sitting together at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee when she dropped her bombshell. "Ursula, I think it's time you found you own place and moved on. You are as near to a perfect woman as you can be without major surgery, and as you've consistently stated you do not wish to take that final step, there is nothing more I can do for you." "But Aunt Madeleine" I protested "I don't want to move. I'm happy here serving you and being your maid. Please don't send me away, you're all I've got." "No dear, you're 23 years old and there comes a time in all our lives when we have to accept change and move on. We don't develop otherwise. We don't have new experiences, meet new people, and see new places. You have to go. It's for the best. Besides, I have plans of my own." "Oh Aunt Maddy, I'll never manage without you." I started to cry and felt her arm go round my shoulder as she hugged me to herself. "There. There. Don't cry Honey. It'll all work out you'll see. I've made an appointment with an estate agent for later today to view some apartments. I'm sure we'll find the perfect place for you." My own little cottage had been sold when I had moved in permanently with Aunt Madeleine and had made a tidy profit. With the money from the sale and what was invested from my inheritance I was quite wealthy and could easily afford somewhere. The first couple of places we looked at where not suitable for one reason or another, then we found the perfect place. A large airy apartment in a tall residential block that had everything I needed. I agreed the purchase immediately. Now that the die had been cast, and I had accepted the inevitable, the prospect of living alone was not so daunting. As part of my feminisation, I'd done an interior design course, and I was sure that with the experience I'd gained from it I could easily fix the place up nicely. I moved in at the end of the month and whilst unpacking one of the many boxes that had been delivered my doorbell rang. Wondering who it could be, as only Aunt Madeleine knew where I lived, I peeped through the spyhole set in the door. Standing in the hall I saw a woman with a bouquet of flowers clutched in her arms. "Welcome to the building" she said when I opened the door and handed me the flowers. "Thank you so much" I said, "that's very kind of you. Do come in. You'll have to excuse the mess. As you can see I'm not done unpacking yet. My name's Ursula Lawrence." I held my hand out to her. Taking it and shaking my hand she said "Yes I know. Lovely to meet you, I'm Carol Parsons. I live across the hall. The concierge told me I had a new neighbour when I got back yesterday." "Would you like some tea?" I asked. She followed me into the kitchen. I poured water into a kettle and set it to boil. We sat opposite each other at the table, drank, and chatted. She was very easy to talk to and we were soon relaxed and gossiping like old friends. Eventually I said "Please don't think I'm being rude but I must get on with unpacking my stuff and decorating, so if you'll excuse me?" "I can help you if you'd like me to." she said, "I have nothing else to do. I'm on holiday for the next week." "Great" I said, "I could do with all the help I can get. You had better go and change your clothes, though, it can get quite dirty." I was wearing my usual tight tee-shirt that hugged my breasts and emphasised my nipples and baggy tracksuit trousers. I liked the tracksuit bottoms because I could dispense with my gaff and it gave me more freedom of movement when working. We worked very hard together for the next few days, painting, hanging drapes, unpacking the many boxes and suitcases of clothes I'd accumulated, as well as cleaning up after workmen who delivered and fitting various appliances and furniture. By the end of the week the place was just about the way I wanted it. At the end of a tiring day we both slumped into arm chairs exhausted. I looked round and declared myself satisfied. "Carol I'm going to shower, change my clothes and take you out for a meal to thank you for your help. Be ready in an hour." We were giggling and slightly drunk when we returned to the apartment building. "Come in for a night-cap?" I invited her when we arrived at my door. I poured a large measure of brandy into balloon snifters and handed one to Carol. We sat close together on the couch and sipped our drinks. After a while she took my glass from me and placed it with her own on the coffee table. She took my hands in hers, turned to face me and said "Ursula, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I know what you are." "What do you mean? You know what I am." I asked. A cold worm of dread crawled up my back, as I feared the imminent exposure. I'd always been afraid it would happen one day. "I saw your gaff in your bathroom the other day and I know what they're used for." "Oh." Was all I could say, a sigh of defeat now that the truth was revealed. "Don't worry, Ursula. Your secret is safe with me. You see, I also use a gaff for the same reason as you do." My mouth fell open and I stared at her. "You mean?" The question died on my lips. "Yes" she confessed "I too am transgendered. I live my life as a woman and like you, I decided to keep my penis and testicles. I half suspected you were a transvestite, but when I found your gaff I was sure. Finally I caught a glimpse of you using the bathroom when you hadn't closed the door properly, and I needed no further proof. So you see, it takes one to know one." With this revelation I started to cry. Partly because my own secret was discovered but also with a sense of relief that now I knew someone else who understood the problems and desires of crossdressing. Seeing my tears Carol took me in her arms and gently kissed the wet tracks that flowed down my cheeks. Soon her lips were on mine, softly at first then with more urgency. As we kissed our passions grew till we were soon hungrily thrusting tongues into each other's mouths. After several minutes we parted, gasping for breath. She stared lovingly into my eyes and whispered "Come to bed." As if in a trance we stood and taking my hand she led me into my bedroom. We again kissed and fell together on the bed. Carol's hand found my breasts and kneaded them roughly, pinching my nipples between thumb and forefinger. My swelling cock was becoming painful restrained as it was within my gaff. "Undress me." I panted as Carol's hand slid up my skirt to the hot skin above my stocking tops. She undid the buttons down the front of my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders, then reach behind my back and released the clip of my bra. As my bare breasts came free her head fell forward to eagerly suck first one then the other nipple into her hot mouth. Holding my hard nipple in her mouth, Carol lowered the zip at the back of my skirt then pulled it from my kicking legs. My panties quickly followed then at last the constricting gaff. The relief when my penis was finally freed and could expand fully was wonderful. Gripping the throbbing member in her fist she rubbed it up and down. "Ahhhh, I'm going to cum" I shouted. Carol just had time to close her mouth over the head as my sperm ejaculated from me. Despite her best efforts and swallowing frantically semen still escaped the sides of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. When the urgency of my climax passed and my cum stopped erupting Carol climbed up the bed and lay beside me. I turned my head, kissed her, and was rewarded with a mouthful of my own sperm that she spat into it. I swallowed all she shared with me then licked her chin and neck clean of any that had escaped. Having rested a short while I stood and removed the remainder of my clothing, I helped Carol to undress. Her figure was petite, but was never the less perfectly proportioned. Her small pert, apple sized breasts were tipped with dark brown nipples. She had a slender body with boyish hips. Her legs were slightly muscular but very shapely. Her pubic hair had been trimmed into a heart shape and surmounted a shockingly large erect male organ that stood above a heavy scrotum. Looking at her naked body brought me back to full erection also. Lying together on the bed we kissed again. Our hands roamed and explored each others bodies and our erect cocks fenced together. After a while Carol broke the kiss and whispered in my ear "fuck me Ursula. I want to feel you hot cock in my pussy." I reached for the tube of KY jelly that was in the bedside locker and greased my penis. I positioned myself between Carols upraised legs and aimed the head of my cock at her crinkled brown ring. Leaning slightly forward I pushed against the rosette and immediately entered her anus, I slid forward till my full length was fully embedded. Carol emitted a contented sigh as I plunged into her depths. Supporting my weight on my hands I began to pump in and out of her, slowly at first, then with increasing vigour. I could feel her anal muscles gripping and releasing my shaft as I slid up and down her rectum. My earlier ejaculation had taken the edge off my urgency and I was able to pace myself. I fell into a steady rhythm of thrusts and withdrawals but even so it was not long before I felt the mounting tension of my approaching orgasm. Carol had her legs clamped tightly round my waist and was pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts as though she not only wanted my cock inside her but my balls as well. Her head was rolling from side to side on the pillow, and she was muttering a stream of obscenities. Her eyes were tightly closed as she concentrated on the sensations she was experiencing. I was desperately trying to delay my impending climax as long as possible so as to give her the greatest possible pleasure, but no matter how self-controlled one is the inevitable always happens. With a shou