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ANYTHING FOR ERNIE ? by: r.gold 'The Present' I sat at my make-up mirror, fixing my hair and my face. I wanted to look perfect for my lover and I knew that he would be home at any minute. After I finished my foundation and blush, I worked on my eyes. I was too young to wear a lot of makeup and had to be careful to accentuate my strengths and not overdo it. 'A little bit goes a long way,' as my mom always said. I used mascara and liner and smudged on some color above and on the lids. I used tans through dark chocolate to accentuate and enlarge my brown eyes. With the browns, it highlighted the blonde frosting through my rich wavy, hair that tumbled onto my shoulders. I used light colors under my eyes and a thin line of dark liner. I always stopped the line halfway and smudged back a little to give it a softer look. Checking it out, I used a lip pencil and lipstick to finish. Today I used pinks to show off my big smile and whitened teeth and a little face powder to set it all up so I could start doing my hair. Sitting at my make-up table, I loved squeezing my thighs together and feel my little darling just lying there limp between my legs. The hormones were doing their trick and slowing all that testosterone that should have been pumping through my lithe bod. It still felt good to be touched and licked, but mine rarely got really hard. It really made me feel so much more feminine and so much easier to tuck. I stopped for a minute and touched myself. I loved to feel my fingernails run along my sack, squeezing a little. I wet one palm and gently stroked it. As the warmth spread through my body, I started to squirm and touch my nipples lightly. I loved to stimulate myself while watching in the mirror. I loved to see the girl look back at me, watching her smile and seeing her eyes become unfocused, her breath quicken. I stopped playing and enjoyed the warmth running through my body. I could feel my pulse slow and my breathing return to normal. I looked at myself critically. I could not see any trace of boy when I looked at myself. I felt good. Touching my little penis, I could felt that a drop of liquid hard formed on the head. I touched the liquid, gathering it up, licking my finger tips. I sat and watched the girl reflected back. Pulling out the rollers, I sprayed, brushed, and applied mousse until I was satisfied that my hair looked as perfect as could be. I shook my head and watched it fall around my bare shoulders. The brown frosted hair looked wonderful against my untanned skin. I had been lathering on sun block and covering up from the sun as much as I could to achieve a translucent glow all over my body. Using my manicured nails, I touched all the waves gently into place and used a finishing spray to hold everything just so. Using a large toothed comb, I added some height to my hair emphasizing it framing my oval face. I leaned over towards the mirror to check out the back and the sides of my hair. I smiled as my robe opened revealed my budding breasts. I thought of the B cup I could now fill fully. Three years of hormones had dutifully changed my body. My thighs had grown heavier and my butt had been covered with a soft layer of fat. My body now resisted building muscle and my shoulders and upper body had grown lean and thin. My nipples and aureoles had tripled in size. When I was stimulated, my nipples grew large. My tiny breasts had changed the most in the last six months, filling out and rounding into beautiful mounds on my thin chest. With laser treatments, electrolysis, and waxing, I had little hair to distract from my smooth, feminine appearance. With my hair and makeup in place, I daubed a little perfume on the critical areas, my neck, my breasts, behind my ears, and around my asshole. I put on my jewelry -- my gold necklace that hung between my breasts, my feather weight gold hoops and cuff for my ears, a diamond engagement ring, a bracelet on my right wrist and a watch on my left. Standing up, I admired my waif-like body, my slight waist, my rounded buttocks, and my uplifted breasts. I turned and faced the mirror and gently stroked the tiny bit of pubic hair that surrounded my little dick and balls. I started to pick out my outfit and then realized I had forgotten to douche. I went back into the bathroom. I used a bottled rinse in my butt to make sure that I was as clean as a whistle. Drying off, I pulled on a pair of French cut bikinis. The high sides accentuated my long legs and butt rock hard from cardio. The panties were almost transparent and made it easy to see the treasure between my legs. Sliding on a matching demi-bra, I enjoyed shaking my breasts into place. Stockings and heels completed my outfit. I retied my satin robe around my waist. The top of the robe barely covered my crotch. I was watching the clock and listening for the sound of Ernie's car as it pulled into our driveway. The sound of the Camero's exhaust brought me back to the present. One check in the mirror and I walked to the door to open it for him. As I opened the door, he swept me into his strong thick arms. After working all day in the sun, he smelled all sweaty and strong, just the way I wanted to taste him. Kissing him hard on the lips, I felt him swing me around and set me down. In my heels, I lorded over his stocky frame. I took after mom with my light hair and thin frame. Ernie looked just like his dad, strongly built and stocky. He had wonderfully thick arms and trunk. When he held me and squeezed me I felt as giddy as a little girl. I had both my hands on his shoulders and I leaned down to kiss him on the mouth. In three-inch heels, I stood six feet tall. Ernie was only about 5'8". As I kissed him, moving my tongue around his mouth, I could taste the beer that he had on his way home. I could smell the perspiration and dirt on his tee shirt. He smelled terrific to me. As my tongue probed him and my hands caressed his neck, I could feel his hands untie my robe. I shook my shoulders to let it drop to the floor. His wonderful hands began to stroke my body. Rubbing his hands across my nipples, firmly encircling my breasts, squeezing gently. I started to feel faint with the growing excitement of his hands on me. Repeatedly stroking my soft smooth skin with his strong callused hands, he brushed against my ass and my penis. Finally, he reached inside my panties and took me between his thumb and forefinger. It was all I could do to hold on. Wave after wave of excitement overtook me and I grabbed his shoulders and drew myself closer. As he continued to stroke and grab me, I fought the urge to bite him as hard as I could on the shoulder. Finally, I gasped and pulled away from him. "Gosh honey, you don't know what that does to me. You turn me on more today that when we first became lovers." I pushed him away and began to undo his belt buckle. As I unzipped him and pulled out his lovely erection, I dropped to my knees. As I kneeled there waiting, I thought about five years ago, when we first became lovers on an afternoon like today. 'Memories': I don't know when I started feeling this way about Ernie. But I guess I had always admired him and felt excited that he was my next door neighbor. Push came to shove the first day of school. I was really excited about soccer tryouts and making the team. I charged into his house anxious to share the good news. Ernie had played soccer for our high school team.Ernie was prone on his bed, masturbating with a girlie magazine. I came to a quick stop, mouth wide open, staring in fascination. His penis was huge. The top half of the shaft rose out of his large hand. The large head was deep rose and it glistened. He was pumping it for all her was worth as I looked on. "Andy, what'cha doing home so early?" Ernie's voice showed me that I caught him off guard, too. "I'm in High School now, Ernie. I came home to change and go outside to practice for freshman soccer. I'm really sorry for disturbing you but I wanted to tell you that I was trying out for the Tiger's team." "Just get out of here, Andy. I want some privacy now, jeez."I left his house and went over to my own to change to go outside and play. All I could think about was how Ernie's penis looked when I walked in. It was ten times bigger than mine, and I don't think that mine had ever gotten swollen like that before. The whole time I was playing soccer with the kids in the neighborhood, my mind kept flashing to visions of his hand stroking his penis. Coming in from the outside, I immediately went in to shower and get cleaned up for dinner. My Mom and Dad generally arrived together from their city commute around 6 p.m. and dinner was served soon after. As I scrubbed myself up in the hot water, I played with my cock the way I had seen Ernie stroke his. Nothing seemed to happen at first, but eventually my little pinkie-sized dick did get harder, but not bigger. I dried off, using the family blow dryer to finish up. My hair had been growing since last year and reached my shoulders. If I didn't blow-dry it immediately, it waved and curled and looked like a girl's hair. Once I had it dry, I pulled it back out of my face and tied it off with a rubber band. Grabbing a clean t-shirt and shorts, I went downstairs to eat. As soon as I was done and washed off the plate, I went outside to play. I started banging my soccer ball off our garage wall practicing with my left foot. As I hit the ball repeatedly, I could see Ernie come out his back door. He had on his cleats. As Ernie joined in with our practicing, he occasionally glanced my way. I figured that he wanted to talk to me about this afternoon, but I really wanted to see what he would say. "Hey, Andy. I'm sorry if I yelled at you when you came in our house. I think I was more surprised than anything else." "No problem, Ernie. I'm sorry I barged in. I was excited to tell you about soccer." Later, Ernie put his arm around my shoulder, telling me he appreciated not telling the parents about his afternoon activities. "Ernie," I said, "You said afternoon activities. You mean you do that everyday?" Ernie looked at me in amusement, "You will, too. Andy, it feels so good and it doesn't hurt or bother anybody. I look forward to it so much, that there are times during the day that's all I think about. Its feels so good afterwards, it's addictive. It's the best release in the world!" He simply squeezed my shoulder tighter and whispered, "our little secret, right?" I nodded as he spun and kicked the soccer ball perfectly. "Whatever you want, Ernie." I went inside to finish up my homework. When my homework was done, I brushed up and climbed into bed. My parents arrived soon enough, kissing me and wishing me good night. I was excited as I fell asleep because tomorrow would be tryouts. I rushed home right after tryouts. I felt like I was floating off the ground. "The coach told me I would a starting wing! Ernie, did you hear me?" I bounced up and down outside the back windows where Ernie's bedroom was. I could see Ernie lying on the bed with his hands buried in his crotch. Ernie started to get up, zipping up his pants and tucking in his shirt. He came over to the window. "Hey, Andy. That's great, but how come you are coming home so early again?" "Ernie, I'm on the same schedule as your high school. My day is over when yours is." I watched Ernie and tried to image his penis inside his pants. "Uh, Ernie. Can I ask you a favor?" I stood there smiling. "Sure, whatever, Andy. Come on in." He swung his arm, gesturing towards the back door. I walked into the house and faced him in his room. "Can I watch?" "What?" "Yeah, I want to watch you play with your penis and see it get hard again. I want to see you masturbate." "Andy! You're kidding, right?" "No, Ernie. It makes me feel good to watch you. It's all I have been thinking about ever since yesterday." "Geez, Andy. That sounds a little perverted. I don't want anyone to think I'm some sort of molester!" "Ernie, that's dumb. It's not like you are making anything or me. I just want to watch." I could see Ernie thinking. I knew he wanted to do it and I guess he felt it was easier to say yes than no. "Sure, kid. You can watch, but just don't say anything or make some stupid comment and ruin the mood. I really need to do this so I can get my head on straight. Okay? I really need the release." I nodded my head and grinned. Ernie opened the magazine that he had on his lap and turned the pages slowly. It showed beautiful women with generous bodies falling out of their clothes. I watched Ernie's face as he became hypnotized turning the pages and playing with himself. I watched his breathing change. I watched his member get hard and swollen. I watched the tip of his penis drip out a clear liquid. Ernie used this liquid to further stimulate the head. I could hear his breathing increase as he spread his legs, planting his feet flat on the bed, pushing up towards his hand, squeezing tighter. Suddenly, he stopped and looked over at me. His penis deflated and he had a sheepish grin on his face. "Whew, Andy. I really forgot you were here. Oh, man. I can't believe that I am doing this in front of my little neighbor." "Ernie," I said, sitting down on the bed. "Don't stop. I want to see you do it." I reached over and touched his moist penis, that now lay flaccid in his crotch. "Andy, what are you doing?" "Ernie, I want to help you. I want to feel you do this too." Ernie wrapped his hand around mine and began to stroke the shaft with me. He pulled my hand away and licked it. Returning it to his cock, I could feel how much better I could pull it. I felt the heat from the muscle and the friction of our hands together. I licked my own hand and moved my face closer to his cock. The head looked so swollen that it was almost purple in color. I kept licking my hand and touching it all over. When I rubbed the head, Ernie started to moan and pant. It was fun to watch his face, his mouth gasping for breath, his eyes squinted closed. All this activity was getting me very excited. I had the urge to touch myself and hold my own penis, too. But, watching Ernie get excited consumed me. I had always adored him and knew that he ignored me like a pet. Even living next door, I felt that Ernie never noticed me. He was so wrapped up in his own world. But I felt different now. I had entered his world and I had his attention. He was responding to everything I did. That's when I decided to use my mouth. I continued stroking, but started to lick the sensitive part of his cock with the tip of my tongue. I began to lick it, nibble it, and use my lips to feel it roll around inside my mouth. Ernie began to make groaning noises, deep inside. His body was moving to meet my mouth and I began to feel him pumping up and down as I hung on and sucked and licked as well as I could. I was rubbing my crotch on the bed and could feel my own penis growing hot and straining at my soccer shorts. Suddenly, Ernie grabbed my head with his hand and held me firmly on his cock. He continued pumping and I could feel his cock begin to pulsate inside my mouth. He screamed loudly, a high pitched cry, and gobs of stuff came out of his dick and into my mouth. It filled me up and ran out the sides. It was warm and salty and did not really taste good at all. I just let it run out all over the place. Ernie stopped holding my head. I still held his cock in my mouth, watching the joy on his face. I had never seen him like that. I was the reason why he looked so happy. In a minute, Ernie opened his eyes and grinned at me. "Andy, that was so sweet." He grinned and playfully played with my hair. "That was great." Ernie smiled and pointed to my soccer shorts. "Looks like you enjoyed it too. In all my concentration, I had never felt my own penis or noticed that I had cum, too. My shorts were all wet and sticky. We grinned at each other. "Come on," Ernie said, lets get us cleaned up. I had used their bathroom before, but I had never been in there with Ernie. He stripped off his clothes and turned on the water. Then he watched me take off my soccer shorts and tee. After I dropping my underwear, Ernie playfully examined my dick and balls. As he gently played with them, they started to respond to his touch. I started to feel lighted-headed and could only move towards his hand, pushing. Ernie reached behind me and held my ass cheek in his other hand. He was smiling as he looked me in the eyes. "Feels good, huh?" I could only nod. Ernie bent down and took me into his mouth. With my penis and my testicles inside his mouth, I could feel his tongue licking me all over. I found myself spasming with glee. Ernie put both his hands on my ass and gripped me firmly. His mouth cupped me so closely; his breathing tickled my crotch. I felt myself being lifted up onto our bathroom counter. Ernie spread my legs and his head started going back and forth in rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his head. Ernie wet his finger and pushed it up into my asshole. At first this felt uncomfortable, but soon I rocked my butt to the rhythm of his mouth. I felt myself strain and used my hands to spread my ass cheeks to get more of his fingers inside of me. I lifted my legs high in the air and begged Ernie not to stop. Ernie stood up and took his mouth off my cock. His hand was still inside me, probing and pushing. He reached up with his other hand and took a jar of petroleum jelly out of the medicine cabinet. Dipping into the jar, I watched him fix a glob on the fingers of his left hand and lubricate my butt hole. Ernie drew closer and my hand frantically reached out, finding his stiffening cock. Using both my hands, I guided it to the opening of my ass. Ernie used the head of his dick to gently stimulate me. He was inside me with a gentle thrust. It felt so good. The motion on my ass muscles was unreal. I found myself screaming with pleasure. I could clench down with my muscles and feel his dick inside me. We were both panting and moaning together. With his dick deep inside me, Ernie was pumping harder and harder. I could tell from his noises that he was ready to explode and I reached over to touch my own little cock too. I was surprised to feel how limp it was. The pleasure was coming from inside me at the base of my penis. Ernie started to grunt and ejaculate into my ass. We both moaned with pleasure and grinned at each other. The next day became the beginning of my new life. I would go to school, sit in class, and raise my hand. I participated in discussions, did assignments, got good grades. Right after sports, I would anxiously head home looking forward to helping Ernie find release. After a while, I started to pretend I was the luscious girls from the magazines to get Ernie turned on. I started to brush out my longish hair and borrow some of my Mom's clothes, trying to look sexy for Ernie. Most of the time he would just laugh at my futile attempts to excite him, until I used my tongue and my hand. Eventually, though, I really felt I was succeeding. I became better with things like make-up. Ernie got so turned on when I got bright red lipstick on his cock. I started to emphasize my eyes and shaped my brows a little. Certain bits of underwear seemed to turn him on. My mom even wondered aloud where some of her teddies had disappeared. I sheepishly returned them and started to look elsewhere for sexy garments. "Andy, I don't think that this is right. I really feel bad about doing this with you." "Why, Ernie?" I did not say anything. But, it always seemed that once Ernie had found his release, he started talking about the same thing. "Well, I mean'uh, well, you really turn me on and I enjoy everything you do. But, you are so young and well, I feel like I'm turning you into something you aren't." "Ernie. You are not turning me into anything I don't want to be. I like turning you on. I like dressing up for you. I like our lovemaking." "There you go. That's what I mean. You always sound so grown up and mature about this. It scares me, Andy. It's weird." Ernie was right. I was growing up a lot faster than he realized. I liked our relationship and it was the center of my life. I didn't feel like a little kid anymore at all. I felt like I had become Ernie's lover and it was all I wanted. Each day I thought about and planned how I was going to help Ernie to find release after school. "Well, stop worrying about me and give me your opinion. I want you to tell me which one looks better." I held up two slightly padded bras. "Geez, I like the pink one with the lace. Hey, where did you get them?" "Off the internet. You can buy anything with a credit card. My parents never check." I tried on the pink one, bending down to get my breasts into the front closure. "What do you think?" "I think that you are developing titties!" Ernie seemed surprised and I chuckled inside. Here we had been naked together every afternoon and he was just starting to notice something besides his cock. "Silly. That's what happens when you take hormone pills." "Hormones, you are taking hormones? Where did you get them? What are you doing to yourself?" "Honey, don't worry. I got them off the internet from Europe." "Andy, do you know what you doing. I mean, you could be damaging your body." "Ernie, stop and take a look at me." I stood up and stripped off my panties and bra. As I turned around, I could tell that Ernie was looking at me for the first time. I still had my shoes on and knew that my long legs had to look even better in two-inch heels. "Gee, Andy. You really look cute. I never really thought about it but you are really attractive. How long have you been taking hormones?" "Since we have been together. I started at the beginning of the year, so almost nine months, now." I knew how cute I looked. I lifted my arms up over my head and spun around, displaying my enlarged areolae and nipples. As I stretched, Ernie could see my shapely arms and trim waist. Cupping a breast in each hand, I stood there looking in his eyes. I liked what I saw. Ernie's beautifully adult body was responding to my show. He was smiling and as he stared at me, he started unconsciously playing with himself. I felt good about turning him on. Turning around, I bent at the waist. Holding my genitals close to my body, I showed Ernie my butt and asshole. "Andy, those hormones have made you look so beautiful from behind." "Baby, let's stop talking and do something together." I walked over to the bed and climbed up. I pushed Ernie back and straddled him. I could feel his cock erect under me and positioned myself over it and slowly lowered myself onto it. Clenching my muscles, I got a firm grip on it. Taking Ernie's hands, I placed them on my breasts, encouraging him to hold me firmly. I began to slow rock up and down on his cock, gripping it as firmly as I could. Ernie gripped me tightly adding to my pleasure and his. As my butt grew warm, I started to hold Ernie's strong forearms for balance. My momentum was causing my own cock and balls to bounce up and down. I continued to ride hard until Ernie was ready to release. I loved to feel him cum inside or all over me. I loved to watch his face get all red and listen to him moan. Whenever I was firmly lodged on Ernie, I rarely got hard. I shifted one of his hands to my genitals and enjoyed the feeling of him fondling me. Less than a second after he would cum, I'd squirt cum into his hand. Pulling off of his cock, I'd collapsed in a heap on him. I eventually untangled myself off of him and headed towards the shower. After washing off my makeup and perfume, I dried myself and got back into my boy clothes. It always saddened me to have to submerge myself and hide my true feelings. As Andi, I felt beautiful and empowered. I could excite my lover and please him. I looked beautiful and smelled terrific. I was a sexual animal. Andy was just a kid in high school, a nerdy, skinny boy with long hair who loved soccer and got good grades. Andy was nothing and Andi was everything. Pulling my hair back in a rubber band, still wet, prevented it from getting wavy. A second tee shirt hid my budding breasts. Baggy jeans hid my growing hips and butt. Checking out the mirror, I could still see traces of Andi in my gently curved eyebrows. I felt that the hormones were reshaping my face, but I couldn't be sure. Even my Mom had looked in my eyes and said that they looked bigger. I felt that my facial plans were thinning and less fat was there. I knew that my weight was redistributed in less than a year of hormones. I didn't think anyone at school was paying much attention to the changes, but I reveled in them. Sometimes, after school, I rushed home to see what packages had arrived. My parents did not worry about me using their credit card so the sky was the limit. I would try things on and what didn't fit got sent back promptly. I was ordering slacks and blouses and substituting them for the usual shirts and pants that my school required. I liked the way the girl's pleated slacks hugged my growing butt and nipped in at the waist. The blouses were oxford cloth, but seemed to be nicer materials and I enjoyed the buttons on the other side. In order to hide my blossoming chest, I wore a spandex sports bra under all my tops. I also enjoyed wearing the panties to match. As the months passed, my testicles became smaller and the sack tighter. My penis didn't seem to change much at all, but occasionally, when I started to think about sex with Ernie, would begin to leak out into my panties. It was a good thing that they had a cotton liner built in. Naturally, I tucked my dick down between my legs, so if I did get a wet spot, it was hidden. I kept my hair pulled back in school with a rubber band. It would hang down below my shoulders. I had noticed that the addition of the hormones had changed the texture of my hair, making it thicker and silkier at the same time. When I was home, I could play with setting gels and mousse, curlers and hair spray, but at school, it was strictly a rubber band. Whenever I saw Ernie passing in the halls, I would smile and occasionally say hi. I didn't want to embarrass him with my adoration and love. As time went on, some of the other kids noticed the changes and remarked about it. I was pretty honest with friends, telling them what I was doing. The kids were cool enough about things and I rarely got any flack. I continued playing indoor winter soccer and outdoor spring soccer. Scoring goals for the team helped people to accept me regardless of my changing body. I was approached by a couple of gay guys who were more than curious about my changes. This contact enabled me to talk to others pretty openly about what I was feeling and reassured me of what I was doing. Some days, when Ernie was busy, I would find time to do the mall or hang with them. It was fun to go to the mall dressed enfemme and they were always encouraging for me to find my femininity in public. Occasionally, we would end up at my house and fool around a little. While the boys were as well hung or as cute as Ernie, it was fun to try out new things with another person. My friends were named Bill and Rob. Sometimes after we had fooled around and gotten hot, I would enjoy taking one in my mouth and the other in my ass at the same time. Feeling two sets of hand on my body and filled up at both ends was a real turn-on. Sometimes, when we were doing this, all it took was for one of them to touch my dick and it would squirt. This made me buck and shudder. Occasionally, I would get so dizzy that I would come close to blacking out. I had learned to accept my strong sexual needs. There were the gay boys who loved to make me their girl, dress me up and fill me up. Shopping at the mall, trying on clothes, watching me get excited. They enjoyed each other as much as me, but had just as much fun with my girl clothes as I did. There were the boys in school who wanted to use me just for sex. As the school year came to a close and the next one started, a lot of boys were curious about my changing body and sexual promiscuous nature. I enjoyed a cock in my ass or my mouth. Given the right encouragement, I would take on a car full of horny boys if they treated me with respect. Nothing I liked more than being in a bra and panties and having a circle of cocks to lick and suck as they were cuming all over my face and body. Let's not forget the girls. I was quite an attraction the second year I returned to school. My bust had continued to develop as well as my hips and butt. There was no denying that I was growing up female. Several of the girls approached me to confirm the rumors. The thing they were most interested in was whether my cock still worked. I was happy to prove what my tongue, lips, fingers, and little penis could still provide. 'The Present': "Gosh honey, you don't know what that does to me. You turn me on more today that when we first became lovers. But, baby, I really need to feel a release!" I pushed him away and began to undo his belt buckle. As I unzipped him and pulled out his lovely erection, I dropped to my knees. I pulled down his jeans until they were around his feet. As he stepped out of them, I began to tend to his cock. I loved the smell of it. Confined all day in his tight work jeans, it smelled hot and full. Freeing his balls of his jockeys, I licked and stroked everything I could reach. My fingernails scratched his full balls as I licked the sac. I licked between his legs all the way back to his ass, enjoying the warm masculine smells coming from his hairs and flesh. My tongue probed his hole as I squeezed his testicles hard. I could feel him grunt with pleasure as my tongue probed in and out. Replacing it with a finger, I ran around the muscles, teasing his hole. Now, with a lubricated finger in his ass stroking his prostate, I could concentrate on his dick. Kissing, licking, swallowing. As I felt it grow in my mouth, it felt like it would dislocated my jaw. I looked up and smiled at my sweetie as he closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. As the pleasure filled his body, I clenched his testicles tightly, cutting off the circulation preventing them from shrinking. Quickly fastening a cock ring, I applied pressure until Ernie moaned with pleasure and pain. "Oh, Ernie. You know I would do anything for you, cutie. I always try to have something special planned to help my baby. C'mon honey, let's go find you some release." I grabbed him by the cock, and strutting on my heels let him into the bathroom where my preparations were waiting. I lubricated the nozzle of an old fashion enema bag. Checking the temperature on the back of my hand, I was assured that it was the proper temperature. After all, I wouldn't want to hurt my bunny. Ernie had already assumed the position to receive his hot soapy water, bending over and holding his ass in the air. Carefully, pushing the nozzle into his hole, I could hear him sigh. Stepping so I would not ruin my stockings and shoes, I released the valve slowly filling him up. Ernie tried to breathe slowly and shallowly. Years of practice had made him a master. He could hold a full liter and a half without leaking a drop. I stroked his back as he shivered with delight. After the bag was squeezed dry, I began to lick his cock. Still in the position, I sat between his legs, looking up at him. While his cock would not get hard with all the pressure in his colon, I knew he loved the feeling of the pain and pressure. Occasionally, when a drop of liquid would drip out his ass, I would crack his face or scratch him with my nails. Sometimes, I could hit him hard enough to cause tears to form in his eyes and trickle down. My bunny could hold his liquid like a true piss queen. Finaly, when my egg timer went off, I would allow him to stand in the shower and release his load down his leg into the tub. As the water rolled down his skin, he and I would grin at the smell of warm waste dripping down the inside of his legs. This gave me an excuse to give him a real beating. Using a hard rubber paddle or a piece of hard tubing, I would pretend I was striking a baseball and hit Ernie as hard as I could on his arms and his back. He was so strong and had such wonderful muscles. One time, I actually heard a bone crack as I struck his arm. After five to ten strokes, I stopped to catch my breath. I was starting to get overheated and the perspiration was going to spoil my clothes. I stepped out of my panties and hose. Picking them up, I tossed them and my bra into the hall. I slipped my feet back into my heels. "Honey, you get anything on my shoes and I will beat you until you are unconscious," I said grinning. I brushed his hair where the sweat had collected and gently brushed his brow. Standing in the shower, I started the water. As it got hotter, my sweetie washed himself clean, scrubbing himself from head to toe. Once he was clean, I lovingly towel dried him off and after he had flossed and brushed, I took him into the bedroom. Now it was time for fun. Using lined handcuffs, I chained him down to our bed. Laying on his back and arms and legs spread, his now evident erection was proudly flying. I lubricated his cock and slid on to it. Bracing myself with my legs, I went up and down on it, enjoying its warmth and stiffness. As I rocked up and down, I would slap his balls and enjoy watching him grimace. I was the bull rider and Ernie was the bull. I closed my eyes and threw myself around with his big boy ripping inside my well- stretched asshole. I allowed myself to enjoy the moment. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his girth inside me. Squatting on the bed, I gyrated around feeling myself consumed with pleasure. As I moved, the pressure of Erin's cock caused my lower body to spasm and shake. I touched my nipples, cupped my breasts firmly, and even played with my genitals. Finally, I allowed myself to succumb to the pleasure and I screamed out as I came. In the past year, my orgasms had changed considerably. I did not ejaculate or get really erect. My excitement seems to be more internal, starting with my prostate and through my whole body. Sometimes, simply touching my breasts would cause me to have an orgasm. As I felt the pleasure wash across my body, over and over, I glanced up at Ernie. He had a beautiful grin on his face as he watched me racked with pleasure. "Go baby," he said as he lay there helplessly. My penis was dripping as I climbed off him. I absentmindedly touched myself gathering up the fluid on my left hand. I tasted it then extended my fingers and watched Ernie such them clean. I straddled Ernie's face and pushed my cock and balls into his mouth. I lovingly tucked a pillow under and behind his head to support him. I started ramming myself into his face. He made me feel so good as he kissed and licked with his lips and his tongue. I felt more jolts of pleasure run through my body and grabbed the back of his head and his hair as I allowed myself to feel the pleasure. Sometimes, I was afraid that I might hurt my poor Ernie when I slammed myself against him, but he assured me that he enjoyed seeing me this way. Finally, I felt so full of pleasure that I wanted to close my eyes and pass out. I pulled myself off of him and cuddled next to his prostrate form. Holding one hand on his cock and one arm snuggled around him, I curled as close as I could and closed my eyes. I guess I lay there for about ten minutes, finally waking to find my hand gently stroking Ernie's cock. Stretching out, I licked my fingers and started playing with his engorged tool earnestly. I could hear Ernie's respond to my ministrations. "Andi, would you allow me to cum now?" His voice was quietly pleading. "Sure, baby." I looked into his eyes and saw his hunger and need. I kept my eyes on his as I started to lick his cock. I could feel his desire as the head of his cock seemed to throb in my mouth. I squeezed his balls and felt him rock in place. Reaching over, I got a medium sized dildo off the night stand. Still stroking Ernie, I lubed it with jelly. Ernie strained to lift his butt off the bed and I started to shove it inside his hole. Ernie had a little trouble taking it in with his legs pulled out tight to the bottom of the bed. Sensing his need, I released the leg restraints and allowed him to lift his legs high in the air. I plunged the dildo deep into his ass. I could feel him react. I had a death grip with my lips on his cock, holding him in my mouth. I could feel his cock pulsating and Ernie writhing with each thrust into his tight ass. Finally, I sat back on my knees and lifted his legs high in the air. With the dildo buried in his butt, I took hold of the velcro restraints on the cock ring. Taking his whole member in my mouth, I released the ring and felt him start. Ernie let himself go as his orgasm built. He screamed aloud, a primitive moan starting deep in his chest. Spasming several times, I still pumped his ass with the doldo as I took his load in my mouth. Swallowing as fast as I could, I could barely keep all the liquid in. Ernie continued to moan. Finally, his cock stopped pumping. When his orgasm was over, I held him in my mouth, watching his face. Slowly, he opened his eyes with a big grin on his face. I still held his limp cock in my mouth, chewing with my teeth and jaws. "Oh, baby. You are the best." Ernie looked exhausted as he smiled. His arms were still restrained, so I lovingly brushed the wet hair from his forehead. I curled up on his chest, feeling his body, damp from perspiration. His legs were free and he still slowly manipulated the dildo in his ass. I relaxed knowing that I had helped my bunny find his release as I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was dark out. Ernie was snoring with his arms still tied to the bed. I stretched and undid the restraints. I watched him wince with the pain of the stiffness and try to shake out the numbness in his arms. I gently rubbed myself against his body, stroking his balls and chest with my nails. ? As I drifted back to sleep, I thought about how I could help him find release tomorrow. I loved him so much and I would do anything for Ernie.