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Foreign Affairs By Jennifer Stewart The Diplomat Charles had difficulty getting to sleep. He could not get the image of the pretty, 19 year old maid, Francine, sucking Uncle Raymond's huge brown penis and the streams of white liquid, which spurted from it onto Francine's tongue. He was fascinated and yet frightened. An innocent, he had never seen adults do anything more than kiss. Even when Uncle kissed Francine it was earthy and blatantly sexual rather than the chaste and romantic kisses he had seen in movies and which he and his girlfriend, Jenny had exchanged. Francine was like an animal in heat. She had rubbed her crotch hard as her crimson lips slid along the shaft and over the tip of Uncle Raymond's penis. He was appalled by the size of his uncle's sex. His own penis was small and pink, less than three inches when fully erect. His testicles were no bigger than grapes and snuggled in a soft pink sack under his modest pink penis and a brush of silk blonde pubic hair. Raymond's penis was easily eight inches long and almost as thick as Charles's wrist. It was brown and the swollen shaft was corded with purple veins. His scrotum held testicles as large as golf ball. It was the first time Charles had seen another man's sex and the size and aggression of his uncle's equipment intimidated him. Neither had Charles ever seen a girl's sex before and he was both shocked and fascinated to see her fingers buried in the wet, pink folds of her vagina. She had made sucking sounds and moaned as through she were starved and trying to eat the cock in her mouth. Charles had been attracted to the scene when he heard cries and gasps and slapping sounds coming from the bedroom that he knew was Francine's. Tiptoeing down the hall and he peaked through the slightly open bedroom door. Francine was Charles's height and had the same slim build. Her dark brown hair was cut in a neat 'bob.' Her hazel eyes, r?trouss? nose, high cheekbones and wide mouth with full, sensuous lips gave her a pretty sensuous look. As she knelt before his uncle her slim, petite body was naked except for a black satin slip the bodice of which had fallen to her waist, lace top, black stockings and black patent pumps with three-inch stiletto heels. Her small, firm breasts bounced and swayed voluptuously as her head bobbed up and down on Raymond's penis. On his eighteenth birthday Charles was sent to Paris to spend a year staying with his Uncle with the intention that he learn French. It was his second night in Paris. His Uncle Raymond had welcomed him warmly and immediately made him feel at home. Francine was his maid. She had shown Charles to his room and within five minutes the innocent and impressionable youth found himself falling in love with the pretty, vivacious maid. His uncle was a handsome, grey-haired man in his mid forties. His powerful, athletic body was hard and devoid of any flab. He had the wide shoulders of a swimmer, a flat stomach and narrow hips and thick thighs all perfectly proportioned on his 6 foot 4 inch frame. His penis jutted out from between his thick 'hams.' This monster was a testament to masculinity and it stirred feelings of inadequacy in Charles. As he looked at this specimen of superb maleness Francine seemed unattainable. Now as he lay between the sheets in a T-shirt and underpants his penis was unbearably erect. He wanted to masturbate but that was a sin and he restrained himself. He had been raised in a family that believed that sex was for procreation only and certainly not before marriage. His father was an Anglican bishop and an overbearing, self-righteous prude. His mother was a small, timid woman who was incapable of coming between Charles and his stern, moralistic father. Charles was one of two children. His sister was beautiful and brilliant. She was two years older and in her second year at Oxford. Unlike Charles she was not afraid of her father and she frequently interceded for her timid brother. They were close and Charles was miserable when she left home for Oxford. When, on his eighteenth birthday, the opportunity arose to go to Paris and to escape the loveless family home, Charles seized it. He was to stay with his Uncle, a diplomat at the British embassy, learn French and study art. Yesterday, he had enrolled at the ?cole du Beaux Arts and he would begin classes the following week. In the meantime he planned to spend his time touring the museums and art galleries. At supper his uncle, who was not a believer in idleness, had asked him if he would mind assisting Francine with her duties. Naturally, Charles was only too happy to have an excuse to associate with the attractive French maid. As he helped her with the dishes she told him that she was a student at the Sorbonne studying French literature. She was working for his uncle to support herself. She showed him around Paris, taking him to cafes and bookstores, introducing him to her friends. He had witnessed two more occasions when Francine was making love to his uncle so it was a shock when she introduced Charles to her fianc?e, Claude a very good looking student from Algeria. She detected the surprised look and as they walked together across the Place Vendome and asked Charles why he looked so surprised. "I didn't mean to, it was just ... er ... well, I happened to see you with my uncle the last three nights." She laughed. "Cheri! You are in France now. Claude would not mind. You uncle is a very attractive man. Many women - and some men adore him. What you saw was just your uncle and I having a nice time together. There's nothing more to it. But Claude is my fianc?e and when we make love it is serious." He muttered something about understanding but he was shocked. What came next completely disconcerted him. "Perhaps you would like to make love to your uncle, no?" "Oh no! I am a man!" She put her arm around him and gave him an affectionate hug. "Of course you are a man but you are very beautiful. Have you ever made love? ... Mmmm, I can see that you have not. I shall fix that. Tomorrow evening, when we have finished dinner I shall take you to meet a friend of mine. She is very beautiful." When he mentioned sin she dismissed the idea contemptuously. "Sex is the most beautiful experience two people can have together. You will see, so I do not want to hear any more silly talk about sin." He was not sure. He had seen her sucking his uncle's penis while he sucked her vagina. Another night he had watched as, bent over a chair, she was entered from behind in her vagina and anus. And it was not a mere penetration. Francine literally impaled herself on his uncle's cock. Each time he had watched she and his uncle copulated noisily and extremely physically and the sight conjured up the sinful images of fornication and sodomy that his father had thundered against from his pulpit. He was quite sure that his mother did not make love to his father as lustily and with as much abandon, as did the pretty Francine. Her plans for Charles's initiation into the pleasures of sex were pre-emptied that night, his fifth night in Paris. He had gone to bed excited by Francine's promise to take him to her beautiful friend the following night. Sex had always fascinated him but he was a virgin and any thoughts or desires were always restrained by his belief that it was sinful. Francine had begun to change all of that. How could anyone, so beautiful and lively be bad? She clearly liked sex and had lots of lovers. Even the idea of his making love with another man did not shock her. She had told Charles that she had had several female lovers. It was, in her view just another way to experience the pleasures of sex. She loved the human body and told him several times that he was beautiful and many men would be attracted to him. It was a novel idea. At five feet four he exuded very little machismo. Indeed, his soft, smooth hairless skin and plump round buttocks were more feminine than masculine. Now that he knew he had a small penis his male self-image had contracted further. Francine had asked him if he had ever tried on women's clothes. He hotly denied it but, in fact, he had. From the age of ten he had been fascinated by his sister's and mother's underwear. He had experimented when he was alone trying on their silky panties and satin slips. But it was their bras that attracted him the most. For years he had felt weak when he put one on. His penis would harden and throb as he fastened the constricting garment around his chest. When he filled the cups with water filled balloons he adored the feel of his false bosom pushing against a silk blouse or a black satin evening gown of his mother's that he could not resist trying on. Indeed, just the thought of that gown could instil the desire to cross dress. Often he would go into her closet and stroke the folds of the dress. He envied his sister being able to wear lingerie and dresses, and yet they took it for granted and preferred to wear slacks instead of dresses. He knew that if he had been born female he would never have worn slacks. When there was no opportunity to dress up fully he would sneak one of his mother's or sister's bras, go into the bathroom and put the garment on and masturbate. As he got older his parents left him alone more and the opportunities increased. It was when he was 16 that his sister caught him. He had skipped school in order to stay home and dress up. His sister, in her final year also had the idea of a day off, only in her case she had skipped with her current boyfriend. Charles was admiring himself in the mirror of his sister's dresser. He looked stunning in black satin lingerie and black satin pumps. He was preparing to put on an emerald green satin bridesmaid dress that his sister had bought for a wedding that coming weekend. It was the reason he had skipped school. Once he had seen it he could not rest until he had worn it. Such a special dress had required extra attention and he had spent 90 minutes preparing, having a shower, putting on perfume and scented powder, putting on the new black satin under-wired bra and thong which his sister had bought to go with the dress, styling his blonde hair, putting on make-up. The dress hung on the outside of the closet door where could keep it in his sight. He was slipping the spaghetti straps off the padded satin hanger when he heard the front door open and his sister's laughter. In a panic he grabbed the dress and dashed into the closet and hid behind her dresses. Breathing hard he heard her come into the bedroom. Terrified he heard a male voice. Both were laughing. "Wait ... Ummmph ... Oh, I like that! ... Oh! What have we here? ... I heard you were big but ... just a minute, I left my bag in the car. Be a sweetie and go and get it. It has some cream so you can come in my back door." There was some giggling and kissing then Charles heard the man go quickly down the stairs. As the front door slammed the closet door opened and through the dresses Charles saw his sister in the short kilt and white blouse, which was the uniform of her private school. The top three buttons of her blouse were unfastened and he could see her white nylon bra. "Charles, I know you're in there. You'll have to stay for a while until I can get rid of him. Promise you won't look." There was a silence. He was not ready to admit he was there. He heard the front door again. "Please, Charles promise." "I promise." "Are you wearing my clothes?" "Ye...es." "Well, don't worry. I sort of suspected you did. We'll talk later. Just don't look." She shut the closet door just as the man came in the room. For nearly two hours he heard a cacophony of cries and gasps from his sister, grunting and shouts of "OH FUCK ... OH JEEZ." from the man. The bed shook and rattled violently and he heard the slapping sounds of bodies colliding. He was unbearably erect. He knew they were kissing but he was quite ignorant of the mechanics of sex and thought that the man was hurting his beloved sister. It was only a strange note in his sister's cries that was not quite hurting and his promise not to look that kept him in the closet. Three times the sounds reached a crescendo. After the last he heard his sister telling the man that she had decided not to return to school with him. He left then he heard his sister in the shower. Charles came out of the closet and sat on the bed. He was still in her lingerie and holding her dress. She came in with a towel wrapped around her. Sitting beside him on the bed she hugged him. "So, you would like to be a girl? Well, why not, I like being a girl." He sat silently, not looking at her, acutely embarrassed but trusting her, sensing that she would not humiliate him. "Come on, Charles. Cheer up! Let's have some fun together. We'll pretend we are sisters and play dress-up." "How did you know I was in the closet and wearing your clothes?" "Easy. You leave clue all over the place. You have a bad habit of not putting things back the way you find them. I knew it wasn't mother or father who were messing about with my underwear so it had to be you. Then today I could tell that my make-up had been used. You left the top of the jar of blush and I remembered leaving the new tube of hot pink lipstick in my make-up bag not on the dresser. And you left the hanger that came with my bridesmaid dress on the door but there was no dress. I did not read 'True Detective' magazine for nothing you know." "Well, I'm glad you knew. It would have been awful if you had thrown a 'wing-ding'. Thanks for being so understanding." "Never mind. I've always wanted a sister. Now let's fix your make-up before you try on the dress." And so Charles spent the first of many happy days with his sister letting his femininity out of the private place where he had kept hidden and allowing it to blossom. He never masturbated. His father had railed ferociously against the sins of the flesh and that one in particular. Hell's fires would consume the hand that touched that unmentionable body part. Even though his sister talked freely about sex and her experiences in particular his fear of damnation kept his hand off his aching penis. He would dress up and almost die of frustration. He thought about Francine's easy assumption that he might make love to a man. In the context of his happy memories of wearing dresses it was not such an alien idea. He drifted into a light sleep. He had no idea what time it was when he awoke but it was dark. Certain that his bedroom door had opened, he lay still, hardly daring to breathe and for a fleeting moment wondered and hoped it was Francine. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he became aware of a person moving towards his bed. He was about to shout when he recognized his uncle who gently pulled back the sheet and deftly slipped into bed beside Charles. Charles was about to say something when the words were cut off by Raymond's mouth covering his own. His uncle was kissing him. He tried to pull away but Raymond had slipped his arms around Charles slim body and held him in a powerful embrace. Charles was helpless. His uncle was a large powerful man and he had slid on top of Charles and between his legs. Charles was no match for him. He pushed in vain against his naked uncle's hairy chest as his powerful relative patiently and with great skill sought out the tender and sensitive nooks and curves of Charles delightfully feminine body, all the while preventing questions and protests by pressing his lips to Charles's. Indeed, he had insinuated his tongue into his nephew's mouth and moved his lips in a most sensuous way. Charles was shocked, repelled and fascinated. Where masturbation was a sin of weakness this was definitely wrong. He had often heard his father rail against homosexuality. He was also frightened. He did not know what homosexuals did and he was afraid of being hurt. He pushed and wriggled with all his strength. He beat his uncle's powerful back with his small fists. But he was helpless. Crushed under the weight of his uncle's naked body, his mouth completely enclosed by their kiss he could not even scream. Even as he was being kissed he could feel his uncle's hands gently stroking the inside of his thigh, squeezing his buttocks, and touching other places in a way that left Charles in no doubt of his uncle's intentions. He became aware of his uncle's penis touching his thigh. It was hard and the tip was wet. He felt cold drops of liquid fall onto his skin. He knew what the wetness was. He recalled Francine's lips, glistening with scarlet lipstick encircling this same stiff organ. He remembered their talk earlier that day when Francine extolled the pleasures of sex. Other images of Francine with his uncle flitted into his mind, her lovely body under Raymond's, legs and arms clasped around him or bent over being penetrated from behind. The thoughts of those scenes brought forward images and anxieties about his situation. He put forth a final and stronger struggle as he felt his uncle's hand cupping his sex and gently squeezing it. Charles's reserves of strength began to run out and his struggles to escape from under the weight of his uncle's body and the intrusive exploration of his hands weakened. As his sense of helplessness increased tears sprang to his eyes and he whimpered unhappily. Raymond sensing the change in his beautiful nephew moved his lips off Charles's mouth and kissed the soft skin of his neck while pulling the youth's underpants down freeing his small penis, which he enclosed in his hand. Now that he had the opportunity to speak Charles did not scream but pleaded with his uncle to stop. "Uncle, please don't ... please, no ... no...!" It was hopeless. Raymond was intensely aroused by the lithe, slim effeminate body, which was writhing so erotically underneath him. As he fondled his nephew's delectable little penis and testicles he nuzzled his soft neck and kissed his delightful rosebud lips. In spite of his fear and his struggles his small penis stiffened in the warm embrace of his uncle's hand. Charles felt ashamed that it was letting him down but he could not control it. His erection became harder and pre-cum seeped onto the hand enclosing his sex. Women found Raymond irresistible and he could have all that he wanted. Accordingly, he found real sexual excitement with pretty young men and they were much harder to find. So he considered himself especially fortunate when his gorgeous nephew had showed up on his doorstep. Francine understood and approved of his eclectic sexual tastes and when, on the day of Charles arrival, he asked her to help him seduce his nephew she was more than willing. They had arranged to make love with her bedroom door open suspecting that he would be drawn to it and become aroused. Both knew as soon as they met him that he was effeminate. In fact Charles's sister had hinted at as much on her last visit to Paris. She and Francine had become instant friends and one night as they made love after being fucked by two of Raymond's Chinese colleagues she told Francine how much like a sister Charles was without, of course, revealing that he was also a transvestite. As he spread his nephew's legs and prepared to penetrate his anus Raymond thought how easy this seduction had been. Charles had resisted but other young men had fought back harder and longer. His nephew was simply crying but otherwise submissive. He was sure that his sanctimonious brother's religious teaching would soon collapse under the magic thrusts of his splendid cock. He would ensure that his pretty relative's sexual education was more complete and lasting. Raymond spread the pre-cum, which oozed copiously from his cock onto the tightly puckered sphincter and when it was thoroughly wet and slick he pushed his cock against it. His nephew struggles erupted again as he felt the penis touch his anus and knew what it presaged. Desperately and silently he screamed into their kiss. Raymond savoured these rare and extraordinary moments when he first penetrated the rectum of a male virgin. They were always so tight and he relished the feel of his stiff cock inside their small, struggling bodies. He knew that his nephew would become his slave once he had impregnated him but the moment of entry was the moment of conquest. Charles was frantically pushing and punching his uncle as the broad, blunt head of his large phallus spread his tight entrance. He screamed frantically into Raymond's kiss and tried to dislodge the mouth enveloping his own. It had not occurred to Charles that sex between two males might involve penetration. He assumed it was mostly kissing, probably masturbation and perhaps oral sex such as Francine had done. He was terrified of this. As his uncle's penis pressed into his anus it hurt and he was scared it would tear. His uncle's penis felt huge and hard. It was much bigger than it looked and he imagined it would damage his insides. Fresh tears welled up into his eyes and panic gave strength to his struggle to push his uncle away. Raymond kept up the pressure and hooked an arm under Charles's leg to keep his bottom raised. He pressed his weight down onto the delightful body resisting his penetration so ferociously. He knew that Charles would be feeling some pain and was probably scared, but just when Raymond was wondering if Charles's anus might be too small, the virginal entrance stretched a little wider and his cock thrust forward and plunged into Charles's rectum. As he gained entry he felt his nephew's penis flex and a wetness spread on his stomach. He had conquered. Whenever his male lovers came spontaneously it was a sure sign that they would become his sex slaves and that they had a strong sexual appetite. He felt Charles's body arch and strain under him as the small cock spurted then, as his emissions diminished, his nephew's struggles weakened and he became completely submissive. Now that he had entered Charles, Raymond broke the kiss and propped himself on his elbows. He slipped his arms under Charles's shoulders to pull his pretty partner onto his cock. He thrust slowly and carefully at first letting Charles rectum get used to the cock inside it and slowly pushed deeper. He noted that Charles was still erect. His small penis was rubbing against Raymond's stomach the motion lubricated by the semen deposited there. As his uncle's cock had entered him Charles felt an orgasm build quickly. Years of sexual frustration and incomplete genital stimulations rushed into his penis and exploded. It was an extraordinary moment of release and pain mixed with exquisite pleasure. His whole body participated as his muscles strained unbelievably causing his body to bend and stiffen until his penis ejaculated first a small but delicately painful spurt followed by several erotic gushes. When his orgasm was over he sank into a resigned languor and felt again the intrusion in his rectum. His orgasm had destroyed his resistance. Images of Francine making love passed across his mind. Now he was experiencing what was done to her. He knew too what his sister had experienced the day she discovered him in her clothes. The pain in his anus had gone. Instead, he felt a fullness inside his body. The slow movement in his anus was strange and unsettling and quite erotic. The impaling cock put a restraint on his movement and made him feel powerless. As he lay under Raymond's strong body being slowly fucked, his uncle's warm kisses on his neck and lips he imagined he was Francine and recalled the sensations he had felt when he had dressed up in his sister's clothes. These images and recollections soothed his humiliation and shame. Charles moaned as Raymond's thrusts increased in speed. He could feel by the testicles touching his bottom that his uncle's cock was fully inside him. He could also feel a pressure against his stomach deep inside. Raymond looked at his nephew as he increased the speed of his thrusts and his cock slammed into the beautiful body. Charles head was pressed back against the pillow, his eyes closed and his full, succulent lips slightly parted. He stopped moaning and the only sound coming from his lips was his heavy breathing. Raymond reflected again how beautiful Charles was, how feminine his body and mannerisms were. He would look stunning in a dress. It had been Francine's suggestion that they make Charles wear a dress. They had discussed the idea of her training him to be a maid. Once he was trained they could rent him out to some of Raymond's colleagues and friends. The thought make him thrust harder and deeper. However, before renting him out to anyone else he wanted to enjoy to the full his nephew's delightful body. After all he could hardly rent out a French maid who was a sexual neophyte. His friends had some quite exotic tastes and Charles would have to be ready for that. His cock was completely inside Charles and his pelvis 'slapped' against Charles's plump buttocks. When he came he slammed his body hard against Charles driving his cock deep and pressing Charles's body hard into the mattress. He ejaculated powerfully sending strong spurts of cum deep into Charles. As he was impregnated Charles's forced himself to imagine he was Francine. He had been amazed at the sheer violence and physical effort of his uncle pounding as he drove his cock into Charles and yet it was an intensely erotic and increasingly pleasant. He kept his eyes closed tightly as he felt the big cock 'buck' inside him. He felt a slight pressure, followed by a 'looseness' around his anus as semen pumped into him and then was forced out of his anus. He had seen semen come out of Francine's anus when his uncle had done it that way to her. It was an intensely emotional moment and again he began to cry. As his uncle began to pull out of his body he murmured into Charles's ear: "The first time is always frightening but you will soon enjoy it. Francine will show you how to dress like a girl. I want you to look beautiful for me tomorrow night when I get home." He felt empty as the cock sucked out of his anus. Raymond kissed him full on the mouth thrusting his tongue into Charles. "Go to sleep now, Charles." Charles lay still feeling the sperm inside his body, the sensation of penetration still imprinted on his anus and rectum. He realized that his uncle could take him any time. He was so much stronger there was no point in fighting. The reverberation of his orgasm lingered in his genitals. A crust of his dried semen had formed on his penis. He remembered the exquisite pain of the first spurts. He could still feel the imprint of his uncle's warm kisses on his neck and lips. He cried himself to sleep. First Bra Charles had slept fitfully. He tossed restlessly unable to stop thinking about the sex with his uncle. He analysed his feelings exhaustively and examined every part of the sexual experience. He remembered the moment of penetration and the d?nouement when sperm shot into his rectum and his uncle's kisses. He recalled his uncle's last words, that he was expected to put on a dress to be ready for his uncle when he returned that evening. His uncle had said he would be his lover. Slowly and wearily he got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to shower. As he spread soap over his body he considered how feminine it was compared to his uncle's. His skin was soft and hair, covered instead with a fine down like a girl's. His bottom was rounder and fuller than his uncle's. His nipples were pink and much larger than Raymond's small brown nodules hidden beneath the thick dark matte of his chest hair. The most noticeable different was Charles's small, pink penis, hardly bigger than his thumb when soft compared to the long thick organ that swayed from Raymond's crotch. He thought again about that big, hard cock thrusting into him and felt his own appendage swell and stiffen. He looked at it as it sprung up reaching a perky angle of 45 degrees to his flat stomach. He pulled the foreskin back and caressed the pink, spongy tip with his fingers spreading the slick, droplet of pre-cum over the head and gasping as a surge of desire pulsed from the head through his body. The memory of being held firmly in an embrace as his uncle's pounding hips thrust the cock into him caused his to rub his penis hard until he heard the bedroom door open. It was Francine carrying a black taffeta maid's uniform with white taffeta apron, cuffs and hat, a black satin bra, matching panties and garter belt, black fishnet stockings and black patent pumps with four-inch stiletto heels. She hung the dress on a hook on the back of the bedroom door and placed the lingerie neatly on the dresser and the shoes on the floor. She went out of the room and came back five minutes later finding Charles naked in the bedroom holding the bra and touching the panties. She was carrying a cosmetics case, which she placed on the dresser. Francine was dressed for work in a pink satin maid's dress, white organza apron edged with a ruffle and ornamented with small pink satin bows. A large organza bow was pinned to her hair. She had on white nylons and pink pumps. "Well, you're finally up! Your uncle left 30 minutes ago and we have a lot of work to do. He will be having guests this evening and we don't have a moment to waste." "Guests." He had expected, when his uncle had told him to be "ready for him" that he would have been alone. "Yes, he is bringing two visiting Nigerian diplomats and their wives. We will be expected to serve them at the dinner table. First we have a great deal of preparation to do." "What are these clothes for?" "They're yours, of course. Your uncle has decided that it is time you dressed appropriately if you are going to help me with the housemaid work. Let me help you with the bra." "I'm not going to wear women's clothes!" "Yes you are Cheri. I do hope you're not going to be difficult. Your uncle wishes you to wear this uniform and he is not accustomed to being disobeyed. After supper we will both change into evening gowns and mix with the guests." "I don't care. I'm a man and I will not dress as a woman." This was a weak protest. Charles was already drawn to the taffeta dress. He remembered a taffeta skirt of his sisters that he had absolutely adored. The crisp, silky feel and erotic rustling sound came back to him as he looked at the lustrous sheen of the dress. "Of course, you are a man, but you are rather special." "What do you mean?" "You're a very pretty man with a sweet, feminine body and you have the instincts of a woman. Your uncle said you make love like a woman and he thinks you will be happier in a dress than pants. Come Cheri, let me show you how to put a bra on. I think you will be surprised and pleased at how nice a dress feels." "Please, Francine, I'm not going to wear a dress. My father would be furious if he found out." "Alright, Cheri, but your uncle says that if you disobey him you will have to go home immediately." "I don't understand why I have to do this. What difference does it make?" His arguments were ridiculous. He knew he would put on the dress. His penis was swelling at the prospect. Francine suspected that this was nothing more than a face-saving formula. "Your uncle thinks you will be happier in a dress and it will improve your love-making. Your uncle knows a lot about these things. You must trust him. Now stop being so silly and put on your bra." With an unconvincing display of reluctance Charles slipped his arms through the straps of the bra she held out to him. He realized that he was being dressed to be a toy for his uncle but he was cornered. He could not go back to that cold, loveless home and his domineering father. Paris offered a new life. The adorable Francine was here and, although he was not ready to admit it, his uncle, whose sperm had flooded his body last night, was here. Except for the shock of the previous night he liked his uncle. He could not go back. He thought of all the times he had worn his sister's and his mother's clothes and how nice they had felt. Perhaps it was a small sacrifice to make to stay in Paris. He knew that his uncle would want to have sex with him again and he could not stop him. He remembered how he had tried to imagine he was Francine when he was being penetrated. Maybe dressing as a woman would make the sex better. Anyway sex with his uncle was better than being preached to by his father. "Alright, I'll put the dress on but you must promise that my father will never know." "He will never know, I can assure you. Now reach behind and fasten the hooks ... Ah haa! I think you have worn a bra before." He told her how he had dressed in his sister's clothes. "It is nature, Cheri. You are so pretty your body simply craves pretty things." The bra felt nice and, in a peculiar way, the soft fabric stretched tightly around his chest was liberating. His penis sprung stiffly erect and a droplet of pre-cum formed at the tip. Francine clasped his penis in her hand and stroked it. "Mmmm, you do like the bra, don't you? Let me help you." She knelt down and took his penis into her mouth sucking it and rubbing it with her tongue at the same time as she fondled his testicles and probed his anus with a finger. He was amazed that she was sucking his penis and suddenly, unbearably excited. The adorable Francine had his sex in her mouth. He buried his fingers in her beautiful, shiny hair. He felt his penis being stretched wonderfully as she sucked hard and rubbed the crown with her tongue. His squeezed his anus tightly around her probing finger and semen erupted from his penis into her mouth. She swallowed all of his ejaculate. "Oooh! That was nice. You're very tasty. Did you like that?" "Mmmm! It was great." "Well, if you do as your uncle wants and try to be as pretty as you can there will be lots of lovely moments like that." "Francine, I don't know how you can swallow that stuff. I saw you swallowing uncle's too." "Oh you must swallow semen. It's the taste of sex, and its good for you. It's pure protein. Now tell me about last night while I show you how to put on you make-up." As he put on panties, garter belt, stockings and a delightful black satin and lace chemise he told her about how his uncle had come into his bed and what it was like and what his feelings were. "I cried the first time a man took me, Cheri. It is only natural. You will like it better next time. Think of how pretty you will look in a long dress. You will drive men wild. They will worship you. With your beautiful body you will be able to give and receive so much pleasure." Her words gave him confidence. He looked at himself in the mirror and liked the look of his slim body and soft, creamy skin contrasting with the shimmering black satin of his lingerie. He covered the satin cup of his bra filled with the soft, silicone breast-form with his slender fingers and thought again how feminine he was. The cool silkiness of the satin chemise felt breathtaking against his skin. His penis was achingly stiff in his panties. Francine sensed that his femininity was beginning to assert itself. She applied make-up to his face pressing as close to him as possible, ensuring that the pink satin bodice, stretched snugly over her ample breasts, touched his cheeks and shoulders reminding him of their mutual femininity. Of course, after his sister's tuition he could do a creditable job of putting on make- up but Francine taught him many new subtleties. He chose a purple shade of eye shadow to set off his dark, passionate eyes and a shade of scarlet lipstick to contrast with the black of his dress. She was pleased with Raymond's report of his seduction of his nephew. Tonight, she and Raymond had arranged for a more intense and varied experience. She did not want to rush things but she was certain that he had a large appetite for sex. She told Charles about her sexual experiences, how she had started young at a girls' private school with girlfriends. For two years she had shared the beds of several girls, kissing and fondling, licking and probing their wet cunts, and wriggling on their tongues and fingers. When she had her first man at 14 she was an expert lesbian lover. Her first cock was the school caretaker's, a man in his late 30's, who had dragged her into a closet and raped her. Well, it wasn't really rape she had been teasing him for weeks hoping he might do that. When he finally snapped and 'threw caution to the winds' he fucked her with all the energy of desperation. But she did not scream or tell the teachers. This first time had hurt but it expanded her horizons of sex. After riding his hard cock she was never fully satisfied with lapping the wet cunt of one of her friends, although she never lost her taste for lesbian sex. He introduced her to the taste of semen as her always came in her mouth and she quickly developed a liking for it. She let him fuck her daily for the next three weeks until he tried to take advantage of one of her less precocious friends whom she had brought along to share the experience. The girl had become frightened when the caretaker had pulled open Francine's white cotton blouse and pulled down her nylon briefs. He had raised her up off her feet and lowered her onto his large and rampant cock causing her to draw in her breath sharply and let out a loud gasp. The girl had run from the room straight into a teacher's arms who promptly came in and discovered Francine squealing ecstatically as the caretaker's engorged cock reamed her dripping, pink cunt. Francine was expelled and placed in a state run co-ed school where her pretty looks and blossoming tits ensured that she had the pick of the school's outstanding cocks-men and a few beautiful lesbians. She was in her final year of high school when she met Raymond. There was a party at Raymond's house and she had been asked by a friend to go. There were several diplomats and businessmen with their bored wives. After two more drinks than her limit she found herself being carried up to a bedroom by Raymond and two African diplomats. She vaguely remembered being fucked by the Africans while Raymond filmed the scene. Later when Raymond fucked her they bonded as only two people thoroughly addicted to sex can. She moved in with him as the resident escort and he ensured that her university education, with a generous personal allowance, was paid for. By the time she had finished her story Charles was thoroughly aroused and looking resplendent in the black taffeta, maid's dress, black stockings and high heels. He was without question beautiful and she was very pleased with the result. Naturally, after his youthful experiments with his sister's and mother's clothes he knew how to walk in high heels and make a skirt swing sexily across his bottom. "Well, what do you think, Cheri?" "I love it. I look just like a woman. It's amazing. You're so clever Francine." "And you're very pretty, and don't forget it. Now let's get some breakfast. Then we have some cleaning to do. After lunch we'll go out and get your hair done and have a manicure and a pedicure. Then we'll come back and have some fun going through my closets to pick out gowns for us to wear tonight. It's lucky that you're my size." Charles worked happily with Francine feeling quite at ease in his dress. After lunch Charles changed into a crisp white cotton blouse and a long black leather skirt with a front slit. Francine wore a white, turtleneck, ribbed sweater dress. Underneath they both wore dreamy satin lingerie. This was his first time out in public as a woman but he was so confident of his feminine appearance that he walked beside Francine enjoying the appreciative looks of men. He liked joining in with the female chatter about clothes and men at the beauty parlour. After his experience with Raymond he was able to add his own knowing comments about the things a woman appreciates and dislikes about men. The other girls all laughed but encouraged him. The beauty parlour was a favourite of the up-market escorts and they gave him advice on clothes and cosmetics as well as sex. He came out with his beauty enhanced by lustrous pearlized pink nails and his hair styled into a short bob with sexy bangs swept across his forehead. On the way home they stopped at a lingerie store and he bought his first bra and matching thong. Francine's story of her sex life and the easy talk of men and sex in the beauty parlour had made him begin to think about his uncle and sex in a more positive light. After all he had survived being fucked with his ego intact to have a glorious feminine experience with Francine. The clothes and her stories had made him quite horny and he talked about the sex with his uncle in a more relaxed frame of mind than he had that morning. "It hurt when he was pushing his thing into me but once it was in the pain went away." "The first time I had my back door opened it hurt but you soon get used to it. I will give you some cream to put on so it will be better tonight." "Was the caretaker the first to go through your backdoor?" "Oh no, Cheri. That was at the coed school. My friend Amelie and I went to a party after a rugby game and we gave the team a victory prize. Of course, these were all horny young men and would not wait their turn so we had to service two and three at a time." "Oh Francine, you've done so many interesting things." "It's not hard to do, Cheri, if you're pretty and like sex." "How are you so sure uncle will want to do it again tonight?" "Oh Cheri! You have so much to learn. When he sees you in the red dress I have in mind for you ... O la la! You will be ravished, ummm! Are you looking forward to it?" "Well, the more I think about it the more I would like to try it again. Wearing a dress has changed me. I was thinking that when he pulled out of me I felt quite empty. I think I almost wanted him to stay inside me." "Of course you did. Every girl feels that." "And when he came it felt extraordinarily intimate. I could felt his cum inside me." "Ah Cheri, I think you are ready to make love again." As they talked Charles convinced himself that he wanted to try it again. When they got back to the house they showered and changed into maid's dresses. Francine wore pale blue taffeta and Charles wore a lemon yellow satin. The dresses were the same style. They had peasant bodices edged with lace ruffles and with short puffy sleeves, flared skirts ending above the knees, petticoats in white taffeta and lace, white fishnet stockings and white satin pumps with four-inch stiletto heels. Charles felt very sexy and extremely horny. He also felt intensely feminine and as such the notion of sex with a man seemed acceptable, even desirable. Francine hugged him. "Just look at you, Cheri ... so pretty ... so kissable. Your uncle and his friends will not be able to resist you." Charles blushed ... with pride. When Raymond arrived with his guests he was impressed with the transformation. "Mon Dieu! Francine you have done wonders. Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to my nephew, Charles. I warned you he was pretty but he is clearly beautiful." His guests were two Nigerians in flowing African robes with their wives in western style gowns. Francine showed them into the dinning room while Raymond stayed in the foyer with Charles. "Well, my sweet, young man, and how do you like wearing a dress?" "I like it a lot, uncle. I have had a wonderful day with Francine. She is so nice. I feel quite feminine." He drew Charles to him and kissed his lips. Charles opened his mouth and put his arms around his uncle. Raymond put his hand under Charles's dress and petticoat and grasped one buttock. Charles pressed close to his uncle and felt the unmistakeable urge to make love. When Raymond broke of the kiss Charles looked at him and smiled. "That was a pretty kiss, nephew. We must explore this further after dinner." "Yes, Uncle Raymond." Supper was a boisterous affair with loud laughter and talking. Both Nigerian men found several opportunities to feel under Charles and Francine's dresses while they poured their drinks. Francine flirted outrageously and Charles followed her lead. He liked the attention. It made him feel desirable. His penis was constantly erect. Half way through the meal one of the Nigerian men asked Charles to direct him to the washroom. He followed Charles out of the dining room and when Charles had pointed to the door he slipped his arm around his waist and pulled him into the washroom with him. Charles did not resist. The evening had been so full of sexual innuendo that this was not unexpected. "Hold me while I piss." Charles raised the front of the robe up to the man's waist. The man had no underwear on. His flaccid, black cock curved over his dusky testicles, easily five inches in length. Charles took the soft organ in his fingers and aimed the tip at the toilet bowl while the man fondled Charles's bottom and stroked his hair. Charles was trembling with excitement now. He did not know what this was leading to but it was so intimate and erotic that he was sure something would happen. A strong stream of pee spouted from the man's penis and Charles directed it into the toilet bowl. As he did so his free fingers stroked and fondled the man's testicles. It was amazing to find himself suddenly in a situation of being able to explore the private parts of another person. Less than a week ago he was sitting in church, ignorant of sex, listening to his father rail. The Nigerian peed for a long time grunting and sighing as he did so. Charles found it interesting to hold another man's penis and one that was so much bigger than his own. When he had finally emptied his bladder Charles shook the last drops off the penis. He was about to cover it with the man's robe when he felt himself being turned and forced down onto the toilet seat. "Eat it, pretty boy." Charles was happy to oblige. He had talked to Francine about fellatio and she had nothing but good to say about it so he had already made up his mind to try it. As soon as he put the thick, soft head in his mouth he liked it. It was a very intimate and sexy thing to do. He first tasted the pee and the musty flavour of sweat. He sucked on the shaft drawing more into his mouth and rubbing his tongue on the corona he pushed the tip into the small urethra. As he sucked he held the shaft in one hand and stroked the testicles with his other. He loved the way it grew and stiffened in his mouth. It was live and it stimulated him to suck harder. After a while he took it out of his mouth and masturbated the lubricated head with his hand while he sucked and licked the man's testicles. He could sense the man's rising tension and put the cock back in his mouth. The rising orgasm caused the cock to harden and throb. These signs excited Charles and he sucked harder and faster. It flexed and "jumped' in his mouth. The musky taste of pre-cum was strong and he could feel its slipperiness on his tongue. The man groaned and clasped Charles head as, suddenly, the cock jerked and a spurt of semen hit his tongue followed by gushes of thick sperm that flooded his mouth with a strong pungent flavour. The taste shocked him and he quickly gulped the slimy goo down his throat almost gagging as he did. He continued sucking on the cock until no more semen came out. The man lowered his robes and, patting Charles cheek appreciatively, he returned to the dinner table. Charles went into the kitchen and drank a glass of orange juice to cleanse his mouth. "And where have you been Cheri?" Francine was giving him a quizzical look. "I had to show Mr. Abdul the bathroom ... and then he showed me what he was hiding underneath his robes." "Aaah!" They both giggled. Charles was pleased with himself. He had carried off his first sex act as a 'woman.' International Relations Francine and Charles served coffee and liqueurs and then left Raymond and his guests in the lounge while they went up to Francine's bedroom to change. Charles took the crimson satin shift, which he had picked out before supper from Francine's closet and hung it on the back of the door. Francine took her pale blue taffeta skirt and separate halter-top and laid them on the bed. Then they slipped out of their maids' dresses and stepped into the shower together as Charles chattered away about his adventure in the bathroom with the Nigerian. "What do you think will happen tonight? I mean there are three men and two married women and then us two?" "I shall entertain the ladies while you will go with Raymond and his two gentlemen." "You mean I have to have sex with three men?" "But of course, Cheri. What is the difference whether you do it several times with one man or with three? Besides the ladies and I will be joining you later. There are limits to what we women can do together." "Oh God! Francine, I've only ever done it once in my life! I just can't. Those Nigerians are huge. I can't, I really can't!" "Don't be such a silly. You're gorgeous and sexy. Just wait until you feel their hot lips kissing your sensitive parts ... Ummm! Cheri, you will not be able to control yourself. And when they enter you with their so, so big cocks ... Oh la! You will go wild!" She was very persuasive. Charles was vain enough about his new found beauty that the idea of being irresistible was quite appealing. Besides, being so close and intimate with a beautiful and sexy woman made it easy to identify with her feminine desires. They soaped each other's hard to get at places. While Charles was worried about going with three men he was also very randy. Francine too was excited and horny at the prospect of the sexual adventures ahead. They kissed and fondled each other increasing their state of arousal but restraining themselves from achieving climax. Francine had wisely pointed out that they should "save themselves for later." They dried each other and, as much as Charles enjoyed drying Francine's breasts, she liked drying his penis. Charles stepped into a red satin thong, folding his penis under and pushing his testicles up into their pelvic pouches. Immobilizing his maleness was reassuring and he pulled on his nude lace top stay-ups confident in his femininity. On Francine's advice did not wear a bra. "They way the bodice of the dress is gathered creates the illusion of small breasts and nothing will come between your nipples and your lovers lips. Umm! That is so important. Just wait till they kiss your little nipples. You will swoon and go to heaven, Cheri." Charles loved the way the cool, satin folds lightly touched his nipples. He could feel them hardening. The dress was simply gorgeous and he was glad that he had almost nothing on underneath. As the soft, satin brushed sensuously against his legs and bottom he felt breathless with desire. He could not resist smoothing the fabric over his buttocks and feeling the flatness of his groin with his penis pulled firmly under his crotch trying to spring free and stand stiffly erect. It was almost painful but he liked the pain of the submission of his maleness to his femininity. Only when he was in the masterful embrace of Raymond or one of the other men would his penis be allowed out of it restraint. "You're looking very thoughtful, Charles." Francine was brushing her hair as Charles looked in the mirror holding his lipstick pensively. "I was thinking how much I like being feminine. I love this dress. It makes me feel attractive and sexy." "You look gorgeous and delightfully fuckable, Cheri. Now hurry and put on your lipstick. We should be returning to the guests." Charles finished his make-up and they went downstairs, their bottoms bouncing prettily as they took short steps in their high heels. "There you are ladies!" said Raymond, jumping up from his chair and, taking Charles's hand, he kissed it gallantly. "You look ravishing, Charles, don't you agree Abdul? What do you think, Kenneth?" "He is quite exquisite, Raymond." "Charles, why don't you entertain our guests while I fix the drinks. Francine will you take care of the ladies?" Francine beckoned to the two Nigerian wives and, giggling, they followed her out of the room. The Nigerians made a space on the couch and, smoothing his dress under his bottom, Charles sat between them. He was about to say something to make conversation, naively thinking that was what Raymond meant, when Kenneth, the larger of the two Africans, turned to face him and pressed his lips to Charles's crimson, rosebud mouth. He was pressed back against the couch by the powerful man and felt an arm slip around his back and a hand rest on his groin. Abdul's hand stroked his thigh while he kissed the nape of Charles's neck. After the initial surprise at being so abruptly kissed Charles relaxed and gave himself up to the manipulations of the obviously experienced men. The four hands stroking and fondling his body felt incredibly erotic under the satin of his dress and he unconsciously moved his body to increase the stimulation. He responded eagerly to the warm, moist kisses breaking away from Kenneth's lips to kiss Abdul and back again to Kenneth. He purred and murmured appreciatively as the expert hands and lips caused his stiff penis to strain unbearably against the silky fabric of his thong and his nipples to harden. He desperately wanted to rub his erect nipples, which throbbed and stood out hard and expectant on his chest. He adored the feel and soft rustle of the satin of his dress, which provided the perfect backdrop to the caresses of his two partners. Charles opened his mouth and accepted Kenneth's large tongue and murmured consent as a hand slid up his nylon-sheathed leg pulling the skirt of his dress up at the same time. His legs opened spontaneously. He placed one hand behind Kenneth's head and his other hand rested on the one exploring his upper thigh. He moaned when he felt a large, hard cock placed in his hand. It was Abdul's, the same one that he had sucked in the bathroom. As he grasped it his thong was pulled down freeing his penis. The small, pink phallus had shrivelled in its confinement but now it sprung free and stiffened to a cheeky three inches, eager to be touched. Charles sighed as he felt a gush of pre-cum flow out of his penis onto the large hand, which clasped his erect sex. His own hand was wet and slippery and with an unerring instinct for the right thing to do when one is holding a rampant male organ he spread the slippery pre-cum over the tip and thought how intimate and sexy it was to roll the lubricated head around the palm of his hand, like caressing the gear shift of a high performance car. He bent the shaft back and sideways, liking its rigidity. Reaching along them, his fingers clasped the soft scrotum and fondled the two golf ball sized testicles within. Compared to his own small testicles these were huge. He thought of the sperm within that would soon be spurted into him. A surge of desire suffused his body and he kissed Kenneth and then Abdul passionately. He closed his eyes to better feel the extraordinary sensations pulsing through his body as the two black stallions increased the tempo of their caresses. A twinge of nervousness shot through him as he realised that they would soon be penetrating him. Neither man had just been kissing and fondling him. Both had also stripped off their clothes and freed their cocks for action. Abdul broke the kiss and Charles felt himself being raised onto the African's lap. He spread his legs and straddled the Nigerian's waist. He let out a little cry and almost came as he felt himself being so easily lifted and positioned. To be manhandled by a powerful man resonated pleasantly deep in his femme personality. He rubbed his crotch excitedly against Abdul's naked stomach spreading trails of glistening pre-cum over the smooth expanse of ebony skin. He could feel Abdul's erection against his buttocks. His intense, unbearable desire focussed on his anus. He remembered his uncle's cock inside him. Then it was frightening and humiliating. Now he recalled the sensation of penetration and although he was nervous he desperately wanted to be impaled on a cock again. The man's hands clasped Charles's buttocks and he felt them being spread as, at the same time, fingers, slippery with something probed his anus. Abdul slipped the spaghetti straps of Charles's dress off his shoulders and the bodice fell to his waist exposing his white, hairless chest, his two nipples, an angry pink and as large as peas set in round pink aureoles. Abdul kissed one of the little teats and Charles cried out as strong, firm lips stretched the hard flesh and drew it into the Nigerian's mouth. Charles hugged Abdul's head, squealing as his teat was rubbed and nibbled and sucked. Desire consumed Charles. His anus hitherto tight and unyielding around the two fingers probing it, relaxed and he felt a third and fourth finger push into his rectum. He gasped as they were pulled out of him to be replaced by the blunt head of Kenneth's cock. Charles's screamed as the thick, black muscle thrust into his rectum and Abdul continued to suck hard on his nipples. It was all too much. A day of glorious feminine indulgence in a heady, sexually charged atmosphere culminating in this frantic coupling with two superb male specimens. His femininity drove the last vestiges of his maleness out of his body with a shattering orgasm that sprayed cum onto the folds of his dress, which was bundled around his waist. His orgasm left his cock limp but his feminine sex drive consumed his body and a mere ejaculation could not contain it. He pushed back onto the cock inside him to achieve maximum penetration. Kenneth thrust forward deep into Charles causing the pretty youth's soft, plump buttocks to tremble with the impact of the black man's pelvis as Abdul sucked hard on his tits so that they rose stiff and swollen and an angry red from the soft, white expanse of his chest. Charles could feel the strong hands grasping his hips holding him onto the thrusting cock. He felt utterly feminine. For ten minutes Kenneth fucked Charles hard and fast while his nipples were sucked hungrily by Abdul who was enjoying the succulent flesh and the gyrations of the sissy's slender body as it was gored by the thrusting ebony cock. Charles cried and whimpered as extremes of sexual desire coursed back and forth between his nipples and his anus. The uncertainty of the previous night was gone. He needed this penetration and cried out in disappointment as Kenneth pulled his cock out of him. The same emptiness he had felt the night before left him deflated until he felt Abdul raise his bottom and position his distended anus onto his upstanding penis. "Ooooh! ... Ooh ye - ees! ... Oh God! ... Uhmmph!" He moaned as he lowered himself onto Abdul's cock and felt the thick black shaft push into him. He bounced up and down as Kenneth came around to the side masturbating his swollen rod. He shoved his cock into Charles's mouth and ejaculated a large pool of thick sperm onto Charles's tongue. The pungent taste assaulted his mouth but this second time he liked it. With a cock in his rectum the semen was the flavour of sex and he was horny enough to swallow gallons. He swallowed and as Kenneth moved away he saw his uncle sitting in a chair watching his nephew being fucked by the two Africans. Fleetingly, Charles thought how handsome he was then his thoughts were interrupted by Abdul lifting him off the couch, still impaled on the cock, and lowering him onto the rug. Charles was now on his back with his legs spread wide and the big African on top of him fucking him hard. Charles looked at his legs swaying to the rhythm of sex, sheathed in lace top stockings, capped by black patent, strappy sandals with stiletto heels, a black man energetically rutting on top of him driving his ebony penis into his body, and he reflected again how feminine he felt and how much he liked it. He wanted to be impregnated but made a quick decision that he would only let his uncle do that. He glanced again at Raymond and felt a surge of desire for him even as Abdul began to strain and drive deeper. Charles cried out, "Come in my mouth ... Oh! Uummm! ... OOHH!" Abdul pulled out his cock and immediately shot streams of semen onto Charles chest and cheeks. Both men fucked Charles again and when they were finished their cocks hung limply. Charles still quivered with desire but it was time for a break. A naked Francine and two naked wives joined them. Charles went up to Francine's bedroom to clean-up and wash the semen off his dress before it stained. He changed into a yellow satin chemise and returned to the company. Everyone was sipping wine and eating sweet meats. Francine smiled at Charles and whispered. "So Cheri, it turns out that you are 'hot' and have done much to cement the friendship of our two countries." "Oh Francine, it was really good. I could keep going all night." "Don't worry, Cheri, these African's are stallions. They're just catching their breath. You and I are going to have a little kiss and cuddle while the stallions do a little wife-swapping then it will be our turn." Francine reflected that he was exceedingly feminine except for the very unwomanly way the little pink baton peeked stiffly from under the lace hem of his chemise advertising his readiness to be mounted. Charles and Francine lay on the rug and petted and caressed in front of the two studs, bringing them back up to a fine state of horniness. They watched as the studs fucked the women. Charles kept looking at his uncle, surprised that he was not joining in. He lounged in a chair in a satin housecoat with his huge cock in his hand. "He is saving himself for you." Francine whispered to Charles. Charles quivered with excitement at the prospect of being pierced by the swollen rod. After some drinks the two black stallions mounted Charles and Francine finally emptying themselves into two eager and up turned mouths. The guests left. Francine kissed Charles and Raymond good night. Raymond took Charles up to his bedroom where he bathed his nephew's lithe and ardent body paying particular attention to the small pink phallus, stiffly signalling Charles's readiness for impregnation. And ready he was. He craved his uncle's touch and small spurts of semen shot involuntarily from his penis as his uncle's hand lightly passed along it. Raymond dried Charles and put a pale blue chiffon baby doll on his trembling body kissing him as he straightened the straps on his nephew's shoulders. The flimsy garment was edged with a satin ruffle and a large blue satin ribbon, tied in a neat bow joined the bodice. Charles felt weak as he was enfolded in his uncle's arms and bent his head back to received his kiss. Even in his mules with four-inch stiletto heels he was still at least eight inches shorter than Raymond. He felt the wet tip of his uncle's penis touching his own and he grasped it in his hand feeling its sexual power and potency. For the next three hours he surfed the crest of a sexual wave as his uncle's cock gored his body.