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THE SEDUCTION OF PHIL By Eugene Webber "May I help you," Elaine said to the woman who had just stepped inside the door. The office for which she was the receptionist/secretary was a backroom operation, and the only people who came in were employees and delivery men. "It's just me, Elaine," said Ralph. Elaine's mouth dropped and her eyes bugged. That was Ralph's voice she heard, alright, but that was not Ralph she was staring at. What she was seeing was a reasonably attractive thirtyish woman with shoulder-length auburn hair, with bangs and curled at the ends, wearing red lipstick, understated eye shadow, eyelashes, mascara, and a hint of blush. As she watched, Ralph went over to the coat rack and removed the trench coat he wore. He was wearing a navy-blue shirtwaist dress with white polka dots. The hem of the dress was about three inches below his knees. Seamless hosiery led to a pair of classic pumps with three- inch stiletto heels. As he was hanging up his coat, Joyce, Karen, Gertrude, Rachel, and Linda, all co-workers, came in. Elaine gestured toward Ralph with her head, but did not say anything. In fact, she was speechless. The other women, from their mid- twenties to their late forties, looked at the person hanging up her coat, thinking she must be a new employee. They looked with some appreciation at her clothing. When Ralph turned to face them, they did not see the only male co-worker at this office, only a tastefully dressed woman in a blue-and-white dress with a single-strand pearl necklace and matching earrings. Ralph gave them each his standard greeting. "Good morning, Joyce, Karen, Gertrude, Rachel, Linda." Hearing Ralph's voice had the same effect on the quintet as it had on Elaine. Shock, then disbelief, then a chorus of "Ralphs" more or less shrieked. The shrieking brought Theresa, the office manager, into the reception area. The woman in blue being the only thing out-of-place, she immediately drew Theresa's attention. Before she had a chance to find out who the intruder was a torrent of comments and questions informed her. "Ralph, is that you?" "Why are you dressed like that?" "What are you doing?" "I can't believe this!" "God, do you look real!" Realizing that the woman was indeed her only male employee, Theresa decided to take charge. "Ralph, I'd like to see you in my office." She started to turn back to her office when he spoke. "Theresa, I'd rather we spoke out here." The office manager looked at him quizzically. She was not one for public confrontations and preferred to handle novel situations privately. And this was definitely a novel situation. "I'd rather explain this once, to everyone, then have to explain it six times. ... If I'm not fired, that is." Theresa folded her hands and looked at Ralph, expectantly. "This is Secretaries Week, " he began. "Monday you and the other women voted to have Secretaries Day luncheon at Bo3/4 decia's Garden, remember?" A spark of understanding flashed briefly in Theresa's mind. Bo3/4 decia's Garden was an upscale restaurant catering to professional women. Although not restricted, it is sort of a women's club with a decidedly butch ambiance. "I am part of the clerical workforce here, and I feel I should be at any luncheon honoring clerical workers. I voiced my objection to Bo3/4 decia's, telling all of you that I felt uncomfortable as a man in that place, but as usual I was a lone voice around here. Yesterday, Theresa, you even said that if I feel so uncomfortable as a man, maybe I should go as a woman. So here I am." Theresa couldn't fault his argument. When she selected Bo3/4 decia's, she had not given Ralph a second thought. He had voiced his opposition to Bo3/4 decia's, and she had been dismissive. And she did say he should come as a woman if he felt uncomfortable as a man. Now Theresa had a serious problem. She couldn't fire him. He had a prima facie case of sex discrimination. She could send him home, but that would cast a pall over the rest of the day, and the problem would only resurface tomorrow. She couldn't leave him at the office, which would be unfair as well as more sex discrimination. And she couldn't take him to Bo3/4 decia's like that! Or could she? Theresa walked up to Ralph and looked at him closely. Like Elaine and the others, she would not have known he was a he if he didn't speak. His wig looked natural, his make-up was better than the other women, and his apparel was also better. Without any other clues, one would easily take him for your typical clerical female employee. "Walk over to the doorway and back," she directed. Ralph complied, turning in his heels so that the skirt of the dress floated. 'Go over there and sit down,' the office manager ordered, pointing to the reception area chairs.. Ralph again complied, smoothing the back of his dress as he sat down and crossed his legs. The dress covered his knees and draped a very ladylike two inches. "Stand up." Ralph stood effortlessly. "Come here." Ralph went to her. She looked at the front of the dress. Theresa was impressed. Ralph had the shape of a woman without the exaggerations of most drag queens. The french nails finally decided it for her. She looked at the other women. "Girls, it's up to you." The other women had been as impressed as their boss. Ralph could pass muster as a woman, but they still felt uneasy. After several awkward minutes, Linda spoke. "Let's try and get through this morning, and see how it goes." The others nodded in agreement. "Well, ladies," Theresa said with unnecessary stress, "we still have work to do." The rest of the morning was a mixture of work, questions, answers and titillation. 'Are you gay?" "How long have you been dressing up?" "Where did you learn to apply make-up?" "Are you gay?" "Where do you buy your clothes?" "Where do you buy make-up?" "Do you dress-up often?" "Do you go out dressed as a woman?" "Are you gay?' Ralph knew these questions would be coming, if he wasn't fired. To the most frequently asked question, he was evasive. He has sex with men and women, as the circumstances dictate. This answer satisfied no one. He knew what they wanted to know: had he ever been fucked in the ass, and how did it feel. He intimated that in his experiences with men, he was not a stranger to a hand up his dress and being stripped of his panties. As to the other questions-he does go out as a woman, buys his clothing and make-up in department stores and women's apparel shops, now that he can pass as a woman, been doing this for several years, and learned everything by trial- and-error. Of course with all the questions-and-answers, very little work was getting done. Theresa had planned on spending the morning doing paperwork, but found herself in the clerical section listening to the exchange. At mid-morning, Phil, the driver for the local package delivery service, L'Express, came by with several heavy packages. After he had unloaded his hand truck, he looked around for Ralph while Theresa signed for them. "Where's Ralph," he asked. "These are pretty heavy." Ralph stepped out of the men's room just as Phil finished speaking. Before anyone could react, Ralph looked at Phil and spoke. "Hi Phil." Deadly silence fell on the office. All of the women had expected Ralph to keep silent whenever someone else was in the office. In fact, they thought his going to the men's room was a way of hiding from Phil, the only other person who could be expected that day. "Ralph?" Phil asked, incredulously. "Yeah, it's me." Looking at the packages on the floor, he asked "Is that it?" "Yeah, ... Ralph ... Unless you guys got something for me?" "No, try back this afternoon ... around closing time." Phil nodded and walked toward the door, stopping to turn and look at Ralph. "What were you thinking!" Theresa screamed. "Relax, boss," Ralph answered, "Phil is not going to say anything to anyone." "And why wouldn't he?" Theresa shouted, certain now she would have to fire Ralph. Ralph just looked at her and smiled. The look of anguish on the office manager's face changed to one of confusion. 'You mean ...." "Not Phil ..." one of the women cried. "Before this morning you would have said not Ralph," Ralph smirked. He picked up one of the packages and moved it to the storage area as the women began to reassess all the men they had ever met. Theresa, Linda, Joyce and Rachel noticed that Ralph could lift, carry and walk in heels better than they could. Phil's appearance settled the office down a bit and the staff managed to get some work done. By lunchtime, it was understood that Ralph would be going to Bo3/4 decia's. "What's your female name?" Theresa asked as they began winding up the morning's work. "My what?" Ralph asked. "Your female name. I know you don't introduce yourself as Ralph when you're out like this." "Well, actually I just call myself Ms. Sherwood." "Well, Ms. Sherwood, it would be kinda strange for me to call all the others by their first names and you Ms. Sherwood." "How about Barbara?" Linda suggested. "How about Zo' ?" suggested Rachel. "Zo' !" They all shouted disapprovingly. "Sure. It's not a common name, has nothing in common with Ralph, and we all have to think about it when we say it, so there can be no Freudian slips." It was clear Rachel had been thinking about this all morning. The women looked at each other, then at Ralph. He shrugged. 'I'm Zo' ." "Now, about your voice," Theresa mused. "Sorry, nothing I can do. My falsetto sounds so camp, I stopped using it after my first time out." "So how do you order things in stores?" "I just use my normal voice. After the initial shock, most salesclerks just think I'm a woman with a deep voice. Or else they know I'm a man and just don't say anything." "Well, that won't do for Bo3/4 decia's. People will notice and someone will say something." "With seven of us, I'm sure we could get a secluded booth." Linda suggested. "We'll just have Theresa do all the ordering. ... This is on the company, right? ... And between us girls, who's going to notice one heavy voice?" The luncheon passed without a hitch. They did get a back booth, Theresa did the ordering, and if anyone noticed that one of the women was a real low contralto, no one said anything. Everyone had something alcoholic except Theresa, Rachel, and Ralph/Zo' . The conversation got around to Phil-was he gay and how did Zo' know? Exasperated, Zo' finally told them. She then added, "If I can get a date with Phil," Ralph/Zo' bargained, "I can come to work any day as a woman, except when we know we're having visitors, okay?" This was more than Theresa was willing to bargain for. As she looked around the table, she realized that all the others was wondering if Ralph could do it. Reluctantly, she nodded in agreement. They got back to the office about 2:00 p.m. The afternoon was shot, the women who had been drinking began to sober up, while everyone sat around waiting to see if Phil would show up. At 4:55 p. m., the service bell rang. "I like a man who's punctual," Zo' smiled. She crossed over to the door, opened it, and let Phil in. Phil couldn't keep his eyes off Zo' , who stood just at arms reach. All the women watched the two of them, attuned to Phil's telltale pants bulge. For when Phil was told that the woman in the blue polka-dot dress was actually Ralph that morning, Zo' noticed he got an instant erection. The women had been so shocked that Ralph had revealed himself, they had not noticed Phil's reaction. After several moments of the two just standing there looking at each other, Phil, clipboard in hand, nervously asked, "You said you might have something for me?" Zo' stepped forward. "Yes, me." Before Phil had a change to react Zo' put her right hand to the side of his face, her left arm around his waist and pulled him to her. Without heels, Zo' was at least an inch taller than the delivery man. She tilted his head upward and took his bottom lip between hers, sucking gently. Phil started to pull away but Zo' held him tightly. She released his lip, pulled him more tightly to herself and frenched him, her right hand weaving itself through the hair at the back of his head. Phil dropped the clipboard and wrapped his arms around Zo' , returning the kiss. By the time they broke for air, both had their hands on each other's buttocks and were grinding pelvises. Suddenly aware of his surroundings, Phil blushed deeply and tried to pull away, but Zo' held him fast. Phil looked at the women who were watching the two of them rapt amazement. "You have any more stops to make?" Zo' asked, finally releasing him. Phil could only shake his head no. "How long will it take you to take the truck back?" "About half an hour," Phil said sheepishly. "I'll expect you at 6 then," Zo' said confidently. Phil looked at the women, then down between him and Zo' . "Don't worry about them, Phil. All your secrets are safe with us. 6 o'clock, okay?" Phil nodded without looking up. Zo' put her right forefinger under his chin and lifted his face to hers and kissed him again. She then knelt down and picked up the clipboard, letting the nails of her right hand trace a line from his chin down the front of his shirt to the bulge in his pants. Standing, she handed him the clipboard. "It'll be alright, Phil. One hour. I'll be waiting right here for you." Phil turned and walked out the door without looking back. Zo' waited for the door to close, then turned and walked triumphantly to her desk. She leaned against the edge, her arms folded, legs crossed at the ankles, a gloat on her face as she looked at each of the women in turn. Elaine, Joyce, Karen, Gertrude, each embarrassed by what they had witnessed, quickly cleaned their desks and made their good- byes. Rachel lingered, "Congratulations, Zo' . I guess we'll being seeing you tomorrow?" "Most definitely," Zo' replied. Rachel and Linda then left. "You know I'll have to stay until six to set the alarms, don't you?" Theresa said, more a statement than a question. "Sorry about that, Boss," Zo' said. "My mind was elsewhere." "So I noticed, Zo' ." Theresa then asked, "you said we'd keep all of Phil's secrets. What other secrets does he have?" Ralph smiled, 'he's a bottom." *** Phil didn't know what was happening to him. He had never suspected that Ralph was gay or bisexual a cross-dresser. And he was surprised at his own reaction when he saw Ralph dressed as a woman-a very attractive woman. He wondered why he didn't get an erection when he first saw her, but nearly burst out of his pants when Ralph identified himself. And when Ralph kissed him, why didn't he hit him? Or something. Why did he kiss him back? And why was his dick so hard? Why did he return to Ralph's office after work, as instructed? Phil thought about these things, but never came up with an answer. What happened later confused him even more. Ralph was waiting for him. He-she-looked so good! And the way she kissed him when he entered the office! Ralph asked him for his address and told him she'd meet him at his place. Phil had expected Ralph to follow him. When he looked in his rear view mirror half way there and didn't see Ralph's car anymore, he figured they had been cut off in traffic. He went to his apartment and waited. "They" say anticipation is the best part of anything. As usual "they" were wrong. Doubts attacked Phil. Why was he doing this? What was he supposed to do when Ralph got there? Treat him like a woman? Like a fag? Like a buddy? Like a ... a what? Should he just not answer the door? Or better yet leave? The doorbell answered the last question. Ralph waltzed right in when Phil opened the door. "Had to make a pit stop," he said matter-of-factly. Phil closed the door and leaned against it, re-appraising Ralph. Damn, he looked good. Ralph had applied fresh lipstick, but everything else was what Phil had seen that morning. The navy-blue shirtwaist dress with its white polka dots and hem three inches below the knees, the stockings, the classic pumps with three-inch stiletto heels. Only the shoulder bag was new. Damn, most of the women he dated didn't dress this way. Ralph stood there with his hands on his hips, letting Phil take him in. He knew that he not only passed as a woman, but as a damn good-looking one at that. When the look of doubt on Phil's face changed to a smirk, Ralph knew Phil was his. He fixed his eyes on Phil's crotch with its telltale bulge and returned the smirk. "I'm glad to see you're glad to see me." Phil looked down, aware of his erection for the first time. When he looked up, Ralph was in his face, taking him into his arms. "Just follow my lead," he instructed, pulling Phil to him. Phil started to speak, only to have his mouth filled y Ralph's tongue. In his heels Ralph was taller by a few inches than Phil, and having the same build, easily held the unresisting deliveryman to him. After several minutes, Ralph broke the kiss and stepped back, resting his hands on the corners of Phil's shoulders. Phil's face was flushed, his eyes dilated, his breathing ragged, and his lips covered with so much lipstick it looked that he was wearing it as well as Ralph. He stroked the side of Phil's face with his right hand, letting it slide down his shirt before taking Phil's hand in his. He turned and strode toward the only doorway leading from the living room, pulling Phil after him. The bedroom was what Ralph had expected-a double bed in the center of the room with a nightstand on either side, a small table lamp on each stand. A chest of draws and a chair completed the furnishings. Ralph placed his shoulder bag on the bed and sat down, placing Phil in front of him. He unfastened Phil's pants and pulled them down, followed by Phil's boxers. Phil's cock stuck out, pointing at Ralph. Ralph ignored it, turning to fish something out of his shoulder bag. Phil began fantasizing about what his first blow job from a man would be like. As he looked at the shoulder-length auburn hair and the dress-clad figure beneath him, he anticipated that Ralph's oral skills would have him cumming in seconds. When Ralph turned back to Phil, he had a condom in his hand. He quickly put it on the delivery man, who uttered a moan of disappointment. "You ever tasted cock?" Ralph asked sarcastically. Before Phil could answer Ralph replied. "They don't taste good." Ralph then applied a gel to the condom and guided Phil to the bed, pushing him on his back. He put some more gel on the fingers of his left hand and inserted the forefinger into Phil's ass. Gripping Phil's dick with his right hand, Ralph twisted his forefinger in Phil's ass as he slowly jacked the shaft of Phil's cock with his right. He kept this up for several minutes before Phil came. Ralph continued milking Phil until his cock began to grow soft. As Phil lay there in the afterglow of his orgasm, Ralph stood and removed his dress and jewelry, revealing a midnight blue merry widow and full cut control panties. He pulled off the panties, freeing his cock for the first time in hours. He reached into his shoulder bag and retrieved a second condom which he placed on himself. He coated himself with the gel and moved to the bed. Phil was still lying there with his eyes closed. Ralph placed his right hand under the crook of Phil's left knee and lifted his leg toward his chest, re-inserting his left forefinger in Phil's ass at the same time. Ralph began twisting his finger in Phil's ass then bent over and tongued one of Phil's nipples. Phil gasped and his cock began to harden again. Ralph kissed Phil's other nipple while he eased his index finger alongside his forefinger. He then sucked Phil's nipples, alternating as he twisted his fingers in Phil's ass. Phil had never had anyone do this to him before. The women he had fucked had given him head and kissed him, even frenched him, but none had ever licked and kissed and tongued and bit his nipples. He had never thought that a man's nipples could be an erogenous zone. And no one had ever treated his ass this way. He marveled at the way Ralph used his fingers, how he could feel so stretched without feeling pain. In fact he was being stretched some more right then. How many fingers did Ralph have up my ass, thought Phil. Ralph leaned forward and kissed Phil, pressing the semi- hard cups of his merry widow into his chest. He had Phil's legs bent back, Phil's calves resting on his shoulders, his arms on either side of Phil's waist. The gel he had been using contained a desensitizer, making his opening of Phil's asshole painless. All Phil felt was the pressure of his touch. He easily entered Phil's ass. He moved his hands to Phil's waist. He wanted to pump him, but knew he had to have Phil completely pinned when Phil realized his predicament. And that realization came quickly. When Ralph broke his latest kiss, Phil was still reveling in the sensation of the kisses and the feel of the satin corset against his skin. But then he wondered how Ralph could have his hands on his waist and in his ass at the same time? Like the cartoon light bulb coming on above his head, Phil realized that the feeling of fullness in his ass was Ralph's cock! He tried to rise but Ralph pressed his hips against Phil's ass and pressed down on his waist, pinning him to the bed. Nailed, thought Ralph, smirking to himself. With his legs over Ralph's shoulders, Phil's only other point of leverage was his shoulders, but Ralph's control of his waist negated that. Phil looked at Ralph with a mixture of fear and hatred. "Easy, Phil honey, easy," Ralph cooed. "Yeah, that's my dick in your ass. ... Just relax. ... I know you thought I was some cocksucking sissy you could fuck and forget about ... Not every guy in a dress is a sissy. I like fucking an ass too." Ralph straightened up, moving his hands to Phil's thighs, bringing them fully to his hips. "Now I'm going to fuck you nice and slow. You didn't feel anything when I entered you, and it won't hurt if you co-operate. ... But fight me and it'll feel like there's a broomstick up your ass." As he spoke, Ralph had pulled back until only the head was inside Phil's sphincter. Phil didn't know what to do. Here he was flat on his back with a dick up his ass. Aside from the blow to his self-esteem, it wasn't a bad position. He was still disconcerted with what his eyes were telling him and what his other senses were saying. His eyes saw a pretty woman with shoulder-length auburn hair wearing lingerie, running her manicured hands with their red nails up and down the front of his thighs while a respectably sized dick was reaming his ass. Ralph ran his fingertips along Phil's skin as he fucked him, keeping the delivery man's legs pressed to his body. As he slowly sawed in and out, he watched Phil's statement change from confusion to anger to fear to acceptance. With this last mood, Ralph began talking to Phil again. "That's right, Phil, just lay back and enjoy it. I'm really very good at this. ... Getting your ass fucked can be quite enjoyable. ... It doesn't have to hurt. ... It's all a question of technique. .... Just like fucking a pussy." At this last comment, Phil tensed, fear and anger again clouding his face. "Now, now, Phil," Ralph continued, sinking himself completely in Phil's ass while he stroked Phil's legs. "Don't get all macho on me. ... We're talking pleasure here, not anything else. ... Being able to just lay there and enjoy the sensations, to let someone else do all the work, take all the responsibility for getting you off ... women been doing that for ages and making men feel guilty about it. ... I had to learn what you're learning, that you can't really enjoy sex until you've been pussy, until you've just laid there and let someone have his way with you. ... Or her way! ...You like the way I kiss? You like the way I make love to your nipples? You like the feel of my fingers on your legs? Don't fight it, Phil." Ralph's movement had increased in tempo as he spoke, and he was now at that point where he needed relief. But this would require more than passivity. Phil would have to participate. "I need to cum now, Phil. I'm going to pull all the way out." Ralph pulled out as he spoke, his hard cock still touching the rim of Phil's ass. "I want you to scoot up on the bed." Phil complied. Ralph climbed on the bed so that his knees were on the bed. He gently pushed Phil's legs toward his head while spreading them. He took some more gel and again fingered Phil's ass. Lining up his cock, he speared Phil for a second time, driving home in one smooth action until his balls touched Phil's ass. He then lay on top of Phil and began fucking him hard, like a man fucks a woman. Phil's legs were spread and cocked, his knees pointing to his head. Ralph was kissing him hard on the mouth, when he wasn't gasping for air. As he approached climax, he instructed Phil: "Wrap your legs around me." Again Phil complied, resting his heels on Ralph's ass. "Cross your ankles." Phil did so, the movement moving his ass a little more off the bed. "Now squeeze me with everything you got-your ass, your legs, your arms." Phil squeezed, placing his arms around Ralph for the first time. Ralph frenched him, drove his cock into his ass, and came, his body stiffening on top of Phil's. Ralph continued to kiss him as dick softened. Phil felt totally emasculated. He had been turned into cunt for a drag queen. How had this happened? Why did he do it? He was the one who was supposed to fuck the sissy fag, now that fag was fucking him, and telling him how to fuck back. And he was doing it! He felt the dick in his ass grow smaller, felt Ralph's tongue licking his lips between nibbling kisses. When he was soft enough to ease out of Phil's ass, Ralph did so, pushing himself up on his arms. Looking down at Phil's confused face, he smiled, "That's how you fuck an ass, Phil. You want to fuck me? That's how I want to be fucked." Ralph then kissed Phil again, moving down his body to kiss his nipples and his stomach. When he reached Phil's dick, still sheathed, he bent it toward Phil's stomach and kiss his balls, pinching the skin with his lips. Ralph then stroked the area between Phil's balls and ass withh the edges of his fingernails; Phil jumped. Ralph kissed the area, then stood up. He looked down at Phil as he removed the merry widow, leaving only his stockings. He went to the bathroom, returning with a wet wash cloth. Phil had not moved. Ralph removed Phil's condom and cleaned his dick with the cloth. He then removed his condom and wiped his own dick clean. He placed a new condom on himself, then sat down next to Phil. Taking out his lipstick, he applied a thick coat, looking at Phil all the time. "I don't like sucking cock, Phil," he said. "Like I said, they don't taste good" As he spoke, Ralph fisted Phil's dick, leaving the glans free. "This is not going to happen again, unless you really, really earn it." With that, Ralph bent down and took the head of the cock in his mouth, closing his lips just under the crown. He sucked it intensely for about a minute, then released it and kissed Phil on the mouth. Phil recoiled. "See," Ralph said. He then went back to Phil's cock, licking the head, the shaft, the balls, and the space behind the balls, running his fingernails along Phil's cock and balls, kissing the inside of his thighs, his stomach. Phil tasted very strong, and when Ralph felt that he had fulfilled all his duties as a cocksucker, he placed a second condom on Phil. Ralph coated Phil's cock liberally with the gel, bringing him to full erection. Ralph laid back on the bed, raising his legs. Handing the jar of gel to Phil, he instructed, "Put a large glob in my ass." Phil again followed instructions, by now totally under Ralph's control. To lubricate Ralph, Phil had to shift so that he was on his knees between Ralph's legs. Phil was apprehensive in touching another man's ass. He tentatively placed a glob of gel at the entrance without inserting his fingers. Ralph had expected this. It would take several sessions to train Phil to be a good lover. "Now put you dick in," he instructed. Phil placed the head at Ralph's anus, but hesitated. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, to fuck the sissy?" Ralph taunted. "Well, fuck me!" Goaded, Phil pushed in roughly. As soon as his balls touched Ralph's ass, Ralph wrapped his legs around Phil's waist and locked his ankles in the small of Phil's back. Grabbing the back of Phil's head with one hand, he pulled the delivery man to him and kissed him again. "Now fuck me like I fucked you. Make it good for me!" Ralph then pressed his heels into Phil's back, and brought Phil's body to his in an embrace. Phil began riding Ralph as Ralph kept chanting "Yes, Phil .... fuck me, Phil ... I'm your pussy, Phil. ... I'm your woman, now Phil." Soon Phil came, collapsing on top of Ralph. Ralph kept his legs and arms around Phil, tightening his sphincter to milk the last bit of cum out of him. "Not bad for your first time, Phil." Ralph complimented Phil, pleased with his performance. It was not the best fuck Ralph had ever had, but it was one of the better ones. "I hope you're as good your first time sucking cock." At this Phil's cock started to get hard again.