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We wrote this story with you, as a connoisseur of erotic transvestite fiction, and your insatiable need for the bliss of release in mind. We hope our tale will bring you much pleasure over many sessions. Write to us if we have been successful. We would love to know that you enjoyed our perverted little world of depraved people and sordid affairs. Corruption By Marcia St. Denis and Erica Wright Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. Chapter One At 16, little Markie Deniston was afraid and lonely. His mother had died in a car accident the previous year leaving him all alone with his 42 year old step-father. Tom Deniston, a corporate lawyer with an elite client base, was lost without his wife. He had come unglued when she died. He was overwhelmed at the sudden upheaval in his world and had no way to deal with it. His life until that point had followed a well-scripted if not pre-ordained path. Prep- school, pre-law at Princeton, Harvard Law, Corporate Law Partner, then his own successful practice. Everything had worked as planned, along the way he had picked up a beautiful and intelligent wife. That she had a son from a previous marriage had been the only wrinkle, and a minor one at that as he grew to like the boy. Now figuring out how to be a good parent to Markie was perhaps the hardest task he faced. It seemed almost to paralyze him with indecision about what to do or how to do it. Even he had to admit that at the best of times he hadn't been much of a Dad. He had never needed to be, with Sarah there to do the parenting for both of them. His career came first. His wife Sarah came second and Markie a distant third. It wasn't that he didn't love Mark, it was just that he didn't really know what to do with the boy now that Sarah had left them. Making the problem a bit more difficult was the boy himself, so unlike any boy he had ever known before. Always a sensitive child, he had become even more so with Sarah gone. He reacted in very emotional, almost feminine ways to the stresses of daily life bursting into tears at the slightest remark that triggered a memory and, as a result, he had become obsessed with the memory of his mother. In so doing, he also had developed his own coping mechanism by setting up a shrine to her that he could visit to "be" with her. What she used to call her "special retreat", her "sanctuary": her combined bath, dressing room and boudoir had become a museum. He wouldn't allow anyone other than his father to come near the three rooms. Over the course of the two years since her death, Mark had retreated further and further into her world to the point where he spent every waking hour there other than when he went to school or came down to dinner. He had moved all of his clothes into the closets and bureau of her dressing area, took all of his baths in her large sunken tub and had eventually begun sleeping in the giant lace-covered, four- post, canopied and veiled bed that dominated her boudoir. Tom wasn't so sure this was a good idea but whenever he walked into the rooms to talk to Mark and felt her presence so alive and intense, he was immediately calmed and intuitively understood why his step-son needed to be there. It was Mark's way of dealing with the grief and sense of loss that her death brought, and Tom hoped that it was just a phase that would pass. Tom marveled at how perfectly Mark had preserved Sarah's presence. Mark had collected every photograph he could find of his mother and he seemed to treat the ones Tom had taken of her in states of semi-dress or in the bath, or at her vanity while applying make-up in her lingerie with special care and attention. With his step-father's permission, Mark put them in the most exquisite and ornamentally feminine frames he could find. Actually, Tom thought his son's choices of frames were entirely fitting since Sarah had been perhaps the most incredibly feminine woman he'd ever known. Her extreme femininity had been one of the major reasons he had married her and had become so entirely devoted to her. Unlike any woman he had known before, Sarah had immediately caught his eye as a young lawyer because of her always exquisite makeup and perfectly colored and coiffed hair, her incredible sense of style (wearing clothes and shoes that were at once stylish and sexy). She favored the body hugging, blatantly sexual style of Ungarro, Escada, Mugler and Versace over the blandly comfortable designs of Armani, Lauren, St. John or Donna Karan. She also insisted on the laciest lingerie, the filmiest nightgowns and peignoirs, the most obviously sexual push-up bras and the skimpiest bits of satin and lace thongs. She wore stockings and never pantyhose, preferring to go bare-legged if stockings wouldn't work with an outfit. She wore only strappy sandals or open-toed pumps and mules with 4" heels from Charles Jourdan and Blatnick and wouldn't be caught dead in the elegant matronliness of Gucci. She wasn't very interested in looking "comfortable", she was interested in looking sexy and available. She truly loved men and loved being the object of their desires. She dressed to attract their attention and there was never any doubt among her girlfriends at all about whether she dressed for men or for other women. She adored men. She liked everything about them. From their strong hands and broad shoulders, to their piercing eyes that seemed always to be undressing her, to their rough beards, to their musky smell, to their tight little butts to their masculine obsession with contact sports and coarse bathroom humor, to their cute insecurity about the size of their dicks. She played men for everything they were worth. Sarah was the master of flirting and used her sexuality shamelessly to get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Tom Deniston was her greatest conquest. Tom was a man's man. Tall, handsome, dark and swarthy, he was intelligent and ruthless. Hugely successful, he got whatever he wanted and most of the time he wanted beautiful women. The other times he wanted power and wealth and prestige. When he had married Sarah, he had abdicated his independence and subordinated his needs to hers. In effect she became his world. Outside of the courtroom nothing else mattered. When she died, a large part of him had died with her. When Markie had begun collecting her pictures and arranging them on the antique French provincial side table and on the makeup cluttered vanity in her "sanctuary", Tom thought it was wonderful and he encouraged the boy. He was largely unconscious of the gradual withdrawal from reality Markie was going through because he too had begun to lose touch completely with reality. Her death had hit him hard. He started drinking more than was good for him. He knew it would lead to no good but he couldn't help it. He needed the foggy release that the alcohol gave him and the liquor helped dull his aching memory. He was so lost that he didn't even notice that his practice started to lose clients. When for the first time, he couldn't meet his firm's payroll, he was unconcerned. 'Hell, its just a temporary slowdown' he yelled at his accountant. Business would pick up. But it didn't pick up. Within a couple of months he had to let most of his staff go. Worse was that it didn't bother him very much. By then he was thinking of other things. He spent most afternoons at a strip joint called "X-Girl's". Entire weeks of afternoons passed as he watched hot young 'girls' take off most of their clothes. After the second straight week he began getting plastered with his new best friend, Tony Zarelli. Tony owned the place and was a shrewd operator. His capo told him to keep an eye on Tom and to befriend him. "You don't never know when ya gonna need a good lawyer. Ya know? Be nice to him. Let him taste the wares. Hook him Tony. Hook him hard." The advice he got from his capo was solid. Within a month Tom began leaving the office around 2 PM. He would walk to the west-side strip joint and slip into the bar that had the sexiest babes with the nicest tits and the slimmest, tightest butts in town. By the time he sat down to have his first drink of the day he'd be sweating and beginning to feel the shakes come on. "Oh Yessss! God, I needed that." Tom would hiss after his first shot. After 3 or 4 he'd start to feel better and usually about then, Tony would show up and take him back to the "Play Room" where one of the girls would be waiting with the six lines of white powder. Tony would leave and they would share it together. "Oh FUCK" Tom would shout after the first line went up his nose. While his girl was snorting her line, he'd reach for her huge silicone tits and begin twisting her nipples with one hand while he got down on his knees between her spread legs to pull the suddenly tight thong to the side. He always felt a twinge of embarrassment when Sami's engorged cock throbbed into view. None-the-less he always began kissing and licking her sweet smelling, completely smooth, sexually charged cock and balls. Until the first time he'd done coke, the thought of sucking a big prick was the farthest thing from his mind. That first time he'd been flying and had just wanted to give his Samantha back some of the intense pleasure she was giving him. He had licked the purple tip tentatively. When she cooed to him, "Open your mouth honey, it'll just feel like the biggest hottest clitty you ever sucked..." he had done as she encouraged, and in no-time he had sunken further from his planned life. Even if he never did it again, he had sucked a throbbing cock till it erupted all over his face. He had never, ever thought that "cock-sucker" could be applied to him without error. Yet there he was, day after day, doing his lines of white pleasure and sinking to his knees to suck his babydoll's big fat prick till it poured out its thick, sticky, velvet cream. That first time, Sami had grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth on and off her prick for ten or twelve minutes. As he sucked her massive bone, the thought of what was going to happen if his first-ever blow-job was successful never crossed his mind. When he heard her groan out, and then felt her entire body stiffen he should've realized what was coming, but he was way too high. She shoved her throbbing cock-head deep into his mouth and then began cumming. The first three or four globs of sperm, combined with her cock so far back in his throat, choked Tom. Her cum gushed out of his mouth and across his face, down his neck, soaking his tie and dress shirt. She pulled back slightly and emptied the rest of her load. Initially surprised and simultaneously revolted, Tom still began gulping down her salty cum. Her stern words of encouragement only helped drive his excitement. "Swallow my load, you're my BITCH now! You think you're such a big shot lawyer... who's sucking a hard prick now?... Not me, but you fucker! Keep gobbleing my hot sperm... my sweet little cum-boy..." He hadn't realized where her foot was until he was groaning himself. He had been absentmindedly rubbing his crotch against her shapely leg like a horny dog and she had happily rubbed the shiny tip of her pump against his cock and balls. He was surprised and over-powered by the strength of his orgasm, and kept sucking her softening prick until she pushed his face away. "What a good boy... that was your first blow-job wasn't it little sweetums?" Tom looked down and shook his head yes. He looked at the huge wet stain on the front of his pants. "Tommy liked it... you liked it so much you came too..." She pointed to the mess in his crotch. "Come here baby. Lets do another line. I think Sami needs your hard prick someplace dark and warm... we'll keep this cock-sucking thing our little secret. Hmmmm? OK? There, there Sami knows what her little boy needs, doesn't she?" That afternoon Tom had been so drained he thought he'd never be unable to get it back up, and that night Tony had sure found the videotape exciting. "See... you got 'im now..." His cappo said watching the tape with him. "Get a couple more tapes like this, you'll have him in your pocket forever... wait, I got a fuckin' brilliant idea...maybe you can dangle a juicy tip in front of that cunt Samantha. If she can get her dick up his ass...on tape, that'll be golden. If he got high enough to suck her fucking prong and slip it into her sweet ass... who knows... maybe he'll do that too..." On the tape of the next session, Tony heard Sami coo, "Ooooo, honey... Mmmmmm... that feels so good sugar..." She giggled. "...Now baby, slow down and come back up here to Momma so I can give you more of your medicine. Oh... yes! That's a good little boy.... Take this little bit of heaven all the way in... Oh yeah! Snort it deep... Now more for me... Ohhhhh fuck, yes..... Doesn't that feel good baby? Hmm? Don't you feel great? You flyin' dollface? Don't you want to make me feel good other places, sugar?" Cooing in his ear while opening his fly she would snake her hand into his pants, stroking his rigid member before finally freeing it from the confines of his pants. He was learning to love sucking his special girl's cock, but this was the part of his day that Tom loved most. Every day. He loved what the Colombian Powder did to his brain and to his cock. He loved watching Sami scooch forward on the couch and lift her legs up to her double D chest. He loved feeling her perfectly manicured hand reach down to his throbbing tool and slick it with lube. "Right there baby, stuff it in right there... oo-hhhh your big dick feels soooo good, stretching me wide open, after all the dicks I've had, I can't believe how good you're makin' this girl feel..." He loved watching her guide his tip to her tight hole and then hear her beg him to fuck her. Flying high from the coke only intensified every movement. To feel his big fat cock slide into her ass, past her incredibly tight sphincter and hang in the void of her rectum, was something he could never get enough of. Sarah had been adventurous, but she had never let him fuck her up the ass. Now that he'd had this incredible form of sex, he didn't ever think he could ever go back. As he fucked in and out, he would hesitate briefly, enjoying the tight heat surrounding his cock before beginning to fuck Sami harder. While fucking her up her ass she would curse and abuse him with obscenities. He secretly knew that he really was the "perverted, worthless, disgusting, strung out piece of man-scum" she said he was. The knowledge of the degradation he was taking part in only took him higher than he had ever known was possible. He had gotten to the point where he could fuck her for fifteen or twenty minutes before pumping her ass full of sperm. All the while she would be groaning out in her throaty purr. Encouraging him to "fuck her she-male twat" and to enjoy "Sami's tight ass". Finally, as the sweat made their bodies slippery from exertion, she would beg him to stroke her clit, "Squeeze my big fat girlcock huney. Please? Just take it in your hand you piece of cum-sucking crap... stroke it while you fuck me!" As he neared climax he would reach down between them and grab her enormous rock-hard stiffie. He would jack it in perfect time to his long hard thrusts, it was almost as if he were stroking his own cock. At this point they were more like animals, both racing to cum first. He wanted her to cum first, because as she came, her ass would contract wildly around his cock, driving him over the edge too. When Samantha's cum shot out and splattered their stomachs and chests and cocks and balls, he would finally succumb to a mind-numbing, muscle-paralyzing orgasm, the likes of which he had never known or ever even thought was possible. Afterwards, as they lay there recovering, his softening cock still up her cum filled ass, he could feel her cum and their sweat cooling on the both of them. This particular day, she whispered something strange, "Honey boy, you see how crazy Samantha gets when you do her. Do you ever wonder what a big hard cock would feel like up your tight little boy-ass? Think about that for a minute babydoll. You could squeeze and suck my big tits like a baby, while I fuck you, and I could stroke your hard cock just like you do for me..." He was stunned. Recently he had wondered just that, but even though he had sunk so low, so fast, he knew he wasn't quite ready to have his ass fucked by some cheap she-male stripper. "Uhhh no. I don't think it sounds like much fun to me!" He said a little too defensively. Samantha knew from his hesitation that he had indeed thought about her cock sliding into his virgin hole, but she also knew not to push. In the past, she had had any number of 'straight' customers who paid to have her stuff her prick up their tight asses. She often thought about them going home to their wives or girlfriends with a hot load of her sperm up their butts. Tom was incredibly intrigued, what would that feel like? He felt his cock twitch and pulled back from Sami. "Gotta use the john, be right back..." While he was in the bathroom he cleaned up and decided to cut the night short. "I just remembered, I have to get home early tonight... Do I owe you anything...?" he said smiling at Samantha. "Nah...its all on Toni, you know that... have a good night." She waved to him as he closed the door to the private room. She had felt his cock throb. She knew what he wanted. She knew she'd get him in the end. "I'm gonna fuck YOU up the ass HARD!" she said laughing while pointing to the closed door. She lazily stroked her cock, imagining how good Tom's virgin hole would feel wrapped around her prick! As Tom rushed home that night, more confused than he'd been in months he had no idea there was a three-grand bounty on his virgin ass. He also didn't know that it didn't really matter what he wanted. Samantha was a professional, and she would gently prod, guide and finally push him until he ended up on his back, legs spread, begging for her hard bone to split him open. Chapter Two Little Markie felt lost and he felt scared. Most nights now his father didn't return from work until Mark was fast asleep. He had to take care of himself but he also felt that he had to help take care of his Dad. He did the shopping and the cooking and cleaning. He'd eat a little something and retreat back into the soft comfort and quiet bliss of his mother's rooms. He'd do his homework and then, because there wasn't a television in her room, he would read whatever was handy. At first, he'd felt bored reading her old Vogues and Elles, Cosmopolitans and her romance novels. It seemed like his mother had a real thing for feminine, helpless heroines, for women who craved pleasing their men and for articles on new ways to make up your eyes, give your man better orgasms or how to enhance your breasts. Markie had noticed where she'd turned down page corners or highlighted articles. He didn't even realize it was happening, but Mark began to find her world fascinating. After re-reading what she'd left behind, Markie started buying new copies to read. He learned to recognize designers' styles and makes of shoes and purses. He knew more about what was "in" and hot in accessories and jewelry and cosmetics than any of the girls at school. On other nights he would go through all of her things to see what she liked and what she had. Even two years after her death he marveled at her sense of style and her taste. He discovered that she had an unerring eye for timeless sexiness and many of her dresses and outfits were still in fashion. But it was her full bureau of lingerie that captivated him and occupied his entire interest. He especially loved her soft, flowing, gossamer thin nightgowns and shortie babydolls and peignoirs. He remembered the first night he tried one on crystal clearly. He had soaked for an hour in a bubble bath and had dusted himself with her Opium scented talc. He slipped into her short pink, see-through, chiffon babydoll with matching lace-edged thong and thigh length peignoir and he felt as if he were closer to her than he had ever been before in his life. Maybe even closer than when she had been alive. He had never felt so alive and vibrant. His skin felt like he could distinguish every fold and every ruffle of the lingerie set. His nose was filled with her scent. His hands couldn't stop running all over his silky chiffon covered body. He found them lingering on the buds of his nipples that had become erect and super-sensitive and he couldn't take his hands off of his little cock that threatened to burst through the veil of his thong. He stood transfixed in front of the floor length mirror, slowly rubbing his cock and feeling like he had never felt before. Soon he had worked his cock up to a feeling so intense that he just knew that if he stopped he would die. So he didn't, when he came for the very first time in his life, a big gob of white creamy goo soaked through the front of his panties. As he felt the hot semen soak his thong, he experienced a moment that transformed him completely. He knew he would have to repeat this again and again and again. Now he understood why all the boys at school had made fun of him when he had told them he had never masturbated. He felt warm and fuzzy and sleepy and comfortable and he tingled all over. If earlier he had thought he was closer to his mother than he'd ever been before, now he knew that he was. He had cum while wearing her lingerie! He just knew she had to have had an orgasm at least once while wearing the same set. Looking at himself in the mirror, watching the thong soak through, he realized that he needed to make the image in the mirror complete. He rushed to the closet and fetched her pink ostrich down covered 3" boudoir mules and slipped them onto his feet. The image in the mirror was soooo close! He searched through her drawers and found a handful of tan stockings. He balled them up and stuffed them in the front of the babydoll. As he soaked in the image of the creature in the mirror he thought, "Oh my God! I feel like I have BECOME her. I feel complete. I feel happy. For the first time in almost two years, she is back. She is here. She is with me. I am no longer alone. Oh Mother! I have missed you so much." His cock was waking up, beginning to harden once more. Markie stared and stared and then practiced walking. He found that he felt best when he walked with a little mince to his step and if he swung his hips he found that his gait was much more natural than if he tried to walk like a boy. He hated having to take the mules off when he was sleepy and went to bed. But he knew he would sleep more soundly and with a greater sense of contentment than he'd felt in all the long months since his Goddess, his Mother had died. For the first time, he felt as if he could go to sleep and know that she would still be with him in the morning. He drifted off to sleep thinking about how good the lingerie felt against his skin and how natural it felt to feel the sticky wetness in his panties turn cold and crusty. Over the weeks that followed his fascination with his mother's clothes and makeup only grew. He knew that it wasn't normal to do what he was doing but he also knew that he couldn't stop. He knew that if he had to stop he would go crazy. He knew that becoming his mother every evening was the only thing that made him feel good about himself. It calmed his worries and brought him a sense of peace, fulfillment and contentment. Within several weeks of that first discovery, the school year ended and Mark was home alone all day. Previous years his dad had sent him to a parade of sleep away camps. This year, the entire summer stretched in front of him uninterrupted. The fact that he had his driver's license only made him feel more grown up and independent and with the money his Dad gave him to buy the household food and supplies Mark felt like he was free. The first morning he began to experiment with her old makeup, wondering if he could do his face the way she used to do to hers. He had read so much about how the experts did makeup (what a blessing that he hadn't started to shave yet) that it was a snap to transform himself into the spitting image of his mother when she was a young girl. One of his favorite pictures of her was taken after she had just come out of a pool. Her light colored hair was slicked back and her waterproof makeup was still perfect. It was easy for him to gel his hair back and slip on a similar necklace that she had been wearing in the picture. Then he copied the arch of her eyebrows and the color and contour of her eye makeup. In fact, Markie was amused that after he applied some violet mascara his eyelashes were longer and fuller than hers! He was absolutely thrilled and completely taken aback. He truly WAS his mother, or at least her younger sister! He looked exactly like her. He had never thought about it before but he really did look like her. He had the same rich, thick hair and the same olive-hued, skin. The only difference he could tell was that his eyes were deep green and his mother's were golden-green. Otherwise he could pass for her twin sister. The same forehead. The same nose. The same chin and lips and teeth and cheekbones. Even the same tiny little ears. The only difference was that he didn't have pierced ears and couldn't wear her pearl studs! He knew there were guys in school that had both ears pierced. He'd have to look into that. He was beside himself with joy and happiness. He got up from the vanity and walked over to her bureau and found a similar cut-away one-piece white cirre bathing suit with a white rose made from the material sewn to the front of the cleavage to draw a man's attention to the breast area. Ugh! He sure didn't look like her up top where there was no swell of breast mounding up out of the top of the suit. Nor did he look like her down below. He reached into the suit and pushed his cock down and back between his legs. The bathing suit was tight and fit him like a glove. The tight spandex held his equipment out of sight. He was smooth now and had only the slightest little bulge... kind of cute he thought. Just like a teenager's pudgy little mound. (Not that he'd ever seen a teenager's little mound in any way other than in pictures. His dawning interest in girls had died the same night as his mother.) He went to the top of her bureau and took out her diamond tennis bracelet, a gold link bracelet and four of her rings. He was in heaven. He not only felt like his mother and knew she was with him, he now looked like her. He was about 3 inches shorter than she had been and his chest was flat but with the semi rigid cups sewn into her suit, he looked like a teenage version of his mom. He slipped on her matching pool jacket and a pair of white 30's style open toed Charles Jourdan ankle-strap heels and spent the rest of the day lounging by the pool sunning himself, painting his very long and shaped nails and feeling happier than he had ever felt before. As he soaked in the sun he thought to himself, "It sure is a good thing Daddy is never home these days. Wouldn't he die if he came home to find me looking like Mom? I wonder what he'd say?" He giggled to himself and felt a strange sense of arousal at the thought of his step-dad finding him looking the way he did. He wasn't afraid of what he had become nor was he particularly afraid of letting his father see him this way. Somehow, it felt completely natural. This was the way he was supposed to dress and look. In fact, he was so comfortable wearing his Mother's clothes and making himself up to look like her that he began to think of himself being uncomfortable when he had to be Mark and look like a boy on the two days a week that the housekeeper was around. He must have dozed off because he was startled to hear the doorbell ring. He scrambled to his feet and slipped into his sandals leaving the pool coat open. He walked to the door and peeped out of the keyhole to see the UPS delivery man with a package. With his hand on the doorknob he hesitated, the delivery man would be the first person to see him dressed. He thought, "If not a complete stranger, then who?" When Markie opened the door he was shocked to see the look on the man's face. The man's eyes sparkled and his view darted down. Markie felt a stir of something strange as he felt the man's eyes undress him. It took some time before the delivery guy looked up and smiled. The lust was palpable. The need was heavy. The air was electric with desire. "Howdy m'am. I need you to sign for this COD package." Markie thought about the strange thoughts that had been seeping into his head recently. Every time he read one of the articles on sex and pleasing your man, he would get hard as a rock and imagine doing the things written about in the magazine. A few days prior he had finally given in and begun to masturbate while imaging licking or sucking a guy's hard tool. Markie looked at the guy's name tag: Bob. "Ooooo, how much fun! Bob thinks I'm a hot, sexy chick... and look at the tent pole starting to grow in those cute tight shorts of his... I wonder how far I can take this?" Markie's clit was straining as she decided to go for it. "Come in and I'll get my purse" Markie whispered in his sexiest voice. He turned and walked with an exaggerated swing to his hips as he made his way back to the kitchen. "Well, let's see... where did I leave my purse? Hmmmmm... Oh! I know, I think it's in the bedroom." He turned and walked down the hall feeling the man's eyes on his ass. A minute later, he called out, "So, how much do I owe you?" "Twenty-three dollars m'am." "What? I can't hear you. Can you come in here a minute?" Markie was sitting on his mother's pink satin covered vanity stool in her skin tight white swimsuit cut up to his waist on the hips, with his legs crossed, swinging one sandal covered foot and gazing at the delivery man with a perfectly made up face, wearing his mother's bracelets and rings, looking like something out of a Vogue Paris-edition Helmut Newton photo shoot, waiting to fill in a check for the amount owed. The UPS man stood transfixed in the doorway. "So, how much again?" "Twenty-three even." Markie held out the check to the man without getting up. "Well... Do you want it? Come here and get it. I won't bite and besides I hurt my ankle a little earlier and I really shouldn't be on it." "Um... Ok...." Markie could see the fear in the man's face. After the briefest hesitation the man came over to get the check. At the last second he fumbled it and had to stoop down to pick it up. Markie did the same thing and their faces were inches apart before the man realized it. Markie could feel his heavy breathing and looked into his eyes. Slowly, without even thinking about it, he leaned over and gently kissed the man's lips. When they parted Markie slipped his soft tongue in and began gently kissing him. He pushed against him and they both fell down onto the floor. Markie reached down to the man's shorts and slipped his hand up the open leg hole. Without hesitating he grabbed Bob's hot, throbbing member. Markie was mesmerized by the feel of the man's cock. So hard! So hot to the touch, it felt like it was burning his palm. As he got to the tip he felt the ooze of precum, he squeezed hard and more came out. As they kissed Markie stroked the guys hard bone, it seemed to get harder and thicker with every stroke. Bob slid his hand down and Markie stopped him cold. Whispering in his ear, he said the first thing that came to him, "It's my time... but I'll take care of you...I promise." The guy groaned and Markie slid down his body. The delivery guy was incredibly turned on by this husky voiced little thing. Something wasn't quite right, but as she opened his zipper he really didn't care. Markie hauled out the heavy cock and without a thought slid his soft lips around the head. The hard thing in his mouth was intoxicating! He remembered reading that many women didn't like sucking cock. How couldn't they!? It was licking and sucking Bob's soul. Every little movement seemed to set off a series of groans, moans and tremors! Markie licked around the pulsating crown, the sweet-salty taste of the leaking pre-cum causing him to salivate. Within minutes Bob's cock and balls were drenched in saliva. Markie stroked up and down sensuously, sucking the purple cock head all the while. "Suck my balls... lick my balls!" Bob groaned out. Markie had read that they loved that. Continuing to stroke he slid down, running the pointy tip of his tongue over Bob's fat balls. "Fuck yesssss. Don't just lick 'em, suck my balls!" He was rubbing his mouth all over them and then he latched onto one and sucked. Despite the musky, manly taste Mark didn't like sucking Bob's hairy balls as much as sucking his hot smooth cock, but he loved the way the guy groaned when he did it. So being a good little "girl" he continued. After a few minutes of licking, sucking and nuzzling his balls Bob started sighing. "You gonna swallow baby-doll? You gonna suck on my prick when I shoot?" Markie had read that most women didn't like swallowing either, but he was finding that he loved sucking cock and most women didn't like that either. He opened his mouth and closed his lips tightly around Bob's veined shaft. He rolled Bob's balls around in his left hand while gently stroking his own throbbing, dripping clit with his right. His crotch was soaked with pre-cum. He could feel his own orgasm building and began moaning encouragement deep in his throat. Slowly running his teeth over the hot slippery tip of Bob's cock he pleaded, "Shoot your cum in my mouth... please?" Over and over again he begged, taking deep breaths before sucking Bobby hard once again. Finally he pushed his mouth back onto his cock and groaned loudly " Oh fuck yeah! Oh God! Suck it baby. Oh fuck! Make me cum and swallow it... Oh... Oh... Oh fuck... Here it cums. Suck it. Suck it. Faster. Oh..... yeah.... Fuck... I'm shooting." And he did. Markie was amazed at the force of the first blast. He felt the pulse travel up his length and then felt the heat in the back of his mouth. The first load he swallowed without thinking. He pulled back a little and kept sucking as another and another and another pumped into his mouth. Bob's cum was hot and salty and bitter and slippery. As he savored the results of his first blow-job he swallowed, stroking his own cock faster and faster. He heard Bob sigh and felt one last little thick glob spurt onto his tongue, it was thicker and even more bitter than the first loads. As he gulped it down the thought, "Its another guys sperm" crossed his mind. It was as if he had been shocked, his entire body stiffened. He felt an amazing prickly heat rush over his entire body and then he was cumming too! He closed his eyes and sucked Bob's softening cock harshly as his own cock spurted the spandex bathing suit full with sticky cum. Markie felt the slippery cum shooting backwards between his ass cheeks and another fantasy was born. He slumped between Bob's legs and cupped his own throbbing cock through the soft material. He purred like a satisfied kitten as his orgasm washed over him. After a few minutes he regained enough composure to sit up. Resting on one elbow he licked his lips. He felt the dribbles of cum around the corners of his mouth and decided to leave them. Bob looked up at her, "Fuck!!! That was incredible, but I'm gonna get screwed, what the hell time is it?" Markie sat back, feeling his cum drip from the crotch of his bathing suit. Bob stood up and pulled his shorts and underwear up and stood there looking at Markie. He didn't know what to say. He knew he could be fired if his supervisor ever found out that he'd had sex with a customer. And yet, he was mesmerized by this sexy young girl. "Would you see me again...?" He wondered aloud. Choked up by that desire on his part, Markie said, "I hope I haven't led you on. My dad will kill me if he ever finds out. I won't tell anyone if you won't, but I'm too young.... Underage in fact... I'm sorry but it would be best if I don't ever see you again." He looked down embarrassed and truly sad while Bob hurried down the hallway, "What the hell had he been thinking!?" He had to have known she was under age, but he'd let her suck his cock anyway. "Fuck... fuck... FUCK!" He muttered as he started his truck up. Markie heard the truck pull away and stood up, he felt the hot slippery cum between his legs and at the same time felt his cock starting to get hard again from the wet friction. As he walked to the Sanctuary's master bathroom he wondered, "Is this what it would've felt like it if I'd just been fucked?" By the time he had taken the 6 steps to the bathroom his mind was racing as his cock throbbed to full erection in the cum-soaked bathing suit. He looked around the bathroom with a dark hunger... what was he looking for he wondered? He would know it when he found it. His eyes fell upon the smooth perfume bottle just as his fingers wrapped around it. As he fell to his knees he knew the designers of the bottle had been toying with a woman's psychological need. Without thinking he pulled the bathing suit to the side and squatted down on top of the smooth bottle. His own cum lubricated his deflowering. Little whimpers and gasps rattled against the tiled walls as Markie became a woman.... became a moaning hot slut.... became his mother completely. Over and over again Markie impaled "her"self, deeper each time until "she" felt the smooth base brush between "her" cheeks. Her breathing grew faster and faster as she rolled onto her back, she fucked herself deeply and harshly until she felt another orgasm building. She reached down and rubbed what she would forever more call her clit. The orgasm hit her like a bus. Groaning, gasping, crying out over and over as the waves crushed her. Her clit kept throbbing and more and more cum splattered all over her stomach as she worked the crystal phallus in and out of her cunt. Finally spent, her legs, which had been raised in the air and spread lewdly, fell to the ground. She left the smooth prick up her twat as she spread the splatters of cum around inside the bathing suit. She would need to think of a way to hide her clit. Fucking herself had been incredible, but if she had any hope of ever getting a real man's cock up her suddenly hungry pussy she would need something to hide her true nature. Somewhat embarrassed by what she had suddenly become, she had no idea that there were men who would pay small fortunes for access to a special girl like her, especially a young beautiful one. In a fog of confused satisfaction she looked at the clock on top of the toilet. Two years of questions had been answered in a little more than one hour! We have many more chapters planned so keep your eyes open! If you enjoyed this story, please let us know: Erica can be reached at: [email protected]. Marcia can be reached at: [email protected]