Charisma and Tiffany Part 4
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Charisma, Part 2
By Cal Y. Pygia
After fondling her breasts and her cock and balls for several more
minutes while she probed Tiffany's mouth with her tongue, Charisma
allowed her guest to get undressed while she removed her own clothes.
The seamstress was a beautiful woman, for a genetic female, but, of
course, she was nowhere nearly as gorgeous as Tiffany. Charisma had big
breasts, but they sagged a little, and small discolorations and stretch
marks marred the fleshly orbs, and gumdrop-size nipples capped her
small areolas. Her belly wasn't concave, like Tiffany's, or even flat;
it was plump, as was the small roll of fat above her dark, unruly pubes
in which the cleft of her sex was hidden. Her thighs were plump as
well, and dimpled with cellulite. Like her bosom, her buttocks were
also flabby and bore stretch marks. There were wrinkles, too, in her
face and crows' feet around her eyes. It was obvious that Charisma was
past her prime, not that she was by any means unattractive.
Tiffany, on the other hand, was amazingly beautiful. Her Valentine's
heart-shaped face was framed by long, wavy blonde hair, and she had
wide blue eyes and full, sensuous pink lips. Even without blush, her
cheeks were apple red. Her somewhat weak, pointed chin gave her a
vulnerable quality that made men, and even women, want either to
protect her or to ravish her. Her blonde pubic hair formed tight
ringlets above her cute, diminutive penis and the small clump of her
testicles-filled scrotum. Her long, sleek legs tapered to slender
ankles above her small, dainty feet. Her buttocks were smooth and
round, full and firm, and made Charisma want, alternately, to kiss and
caress them and to spank them fast and hard until they glowed red
beneath her smacking palm. Were she a man, Charisma had no doubt but
that she'd want to fuck Tiffany even faster and harder with her stiff,
swollen cock. Of course, as an enchantress, Charisma could sprout an
erect penis in place of her cunt if she wished and, maybe later, she
might yet, but, for now, she wanted to enjoy her shemale visitor as a
woman enjoys a man or, rather, a lovely creature who was neither male
nor female but transcended sex as she did gender.
"You are beautiful," Charisma told her guest. Indeed, the shemale was
an exquisite creature--more so than most of her kind, although, as far
as Charisma was concerned, all shemales were lovely. If there was any
defect with regard to Tiffany, it might be her waist--it was a little
thick, although not enough to be a serious flaw.
"Thanks," Tiffany replied.
Charisma's right hand toyed with Tiffany's penis, coaxing the soft,
limp organ to erection while she teased the nipples of her breasts with
the fingers of her other hand, pausing occasionally to squeeze the
soft, sleek orbs in her fist. Tiffany moaned.
"You liked my bra, right?" Charisma asked.
"Yes," Tiffany agreed, her voice slurred with the passion building
within her.
"How would you like an entire wardrobe of magic clothes?"
"Oh, God, that would be fantastic!"
Charisma smiled. "You'll have to earn them."
"I'll do anything!"
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Fuck me, then--in the ass, not the cunt."
Tiffany hesitated.
"Well?" Charisma demanded. "Do you want the wardrobe or not?"
"Yes," Tiffany answered at once. "It's just that...." Her voice trailed
off.
"It's just what?"
"Well, after having taken estrogen shots every day for the last year, I
don't have the virility I once did. My cock, as you've noticed, isn't
very manly anymore, and it doesn't get hard easily or stay up long."
"You needn't worry about that," Charisma predicted. "I daresay you'll
find yourself quite the stud, your beguiling feminine charms
notwithstanding."
Tiffany bit her lower lip. She was afraid that Charisma was going to be
sorely disappointed. Nevertheless, if she wanted the rest of the magic
outfit that the sorceress had promised her, she had no alternative but
to try, at least, to play the role of the male. "All right," she said
finally.
Charisma knelt upon the velvet couch, and Tiffany took her small, erect
penis between her thumb and first two fingers, pointing the small,
purple glans into the deep cleavage between Charisma's expansive,
dimpled buttocks. Impossibly, as she watched, her penis lengthened from
four to nine inches, swelled to the size of a salami, and became as
rigid as petrified wood, thick blue veins standing out beneath the
taut, reddened skin that stretched over the blood-engorged shaft. What
the hell had just happened? Tiffany asked herself. Of course! Charisma
was a sorceress. Obviously, her magic enabled her to do more than
design a brassiere that could actually increase the size of one's
breasts simply as a result of one's having worn the undergarment. It
had been one of Charisma's enchantments that so stiffened, swelled, and
lengthened Tiffany's penis into the enormous organ that now jutted from
her girlish loins.
"Well?" Charisma called impatiently. "What are you waiting for now?"
Tiffany shoved her massive cock past the soft cushions of the
seamstress' buttocks and through the tight ring of her anal sphincter,
impaling her rectum. She pushed the entire length of the gigantic
member into the older woman's bowels, stuffing her full of her cock.
The tight ringlets of her pubes flattened Charisma's buttocks beneath
them as she ground her hips hard into the other's ass. The sorceress
moaned as Tiffany began to fuck her hard and fast, lunging and plunging
her cock furiously into Charisma's speared bottom, retreating only to
thrust past the sphincter yet again and cram her rectum full of her
monstrous prick. Her balls collided again and again against Charisma's
perineum as Tiffany assaulted the seamstress' ass, repeatedly driving
her prick into her rectum with the force of a battering ram, as if she
meant to split her asunder.
Charisma gave as good as she got, shoving her bottom back to meet each
advance of Tiffany's cock and jerking her hips forward as the shemale
momentarily withdrew. Her ass cheeks flattened and sprang back into
fullness, bouncing before Tiffany's assault, just as her breasts--and
Tiffany's own--swayed and jiggled with each thrust and counterthrust,
with each lunge and rebound, with each plunge and retreat. Tiffany's
balls slapped against the lower curves of Charisma's ass and her
perineum as if the shemale were spanking her with her scrotum while she
fucked her ass with her massive member. Charisma's grunts and groans
punctuated every thrust: "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!"
For the past few minutes, an irreversible tide of pleasure had been
building within Tiffany's loins and, now, the dam broke, as it were,
and her whole frame trembled violently, her anus fluttering between her
rapidly flexing buttocks and her thighs shuddering. Her huge prick
lurched inside Charisma's rectum, straining and convulsing. She
groaned, as jet after thick, warm jet of her thick semen erupted from
her balls and burst from her shuddering cock. Six, seven, eight geysers
of her seed spurted into Charisma's ass, and Tiffany felt drained,
spent, and exhausted, but, still, her semen gushed from her leaping
prick, fountains and streams of the thick, viscid fluid surging from
her rock-solid penis. Tiffany cried out, frightened. Never in her life
had she ejaculated such a volume of semen, and, still, the creamy fluid
gushed and sprayed and spewed and surged from her convulsive member, as
if she harbored a river of semen within her balls. She withdrew her
cock, hoping that, by doing so, she might, somehow, stop the copious
flood of her seed, but the fountains continued to spout, white
streamers of ropy semen splattering Charisma's backside, the velvet-
upholstered couch, and Tiffany's own pubes and belly and breasts. The
sperm continued to spew all over the place, as if it were the semen of
a bull elephant or a male rhinoceros rather than the seed of a shemale
whose cock, only a half an hour ago, was a small and soft and limp as a
preadolescent boy's. It was Charisma again, of course, Tiffany
realized. She was full of magic tricks, it seemed.
Several more ribbons of semen unfurled against Charisma's buttocks and
the velvet couch before, finally, the flood abated, leaving only
intermittent spurts and trickles of the opalescent seminal fluid to
leak and ooze from her dwindling and softening prick. When her member
had become completely flaccid again, it had reverted to its normal,
post-estrogen size, as had her balls inside the shrunken pouch of hr
relaxed scrotum. However, both Tiffany and Charisma were drenched in
semen, and the musky scent of Tiffany's river of semen filled the room;
no doubt, the parlor would smell of her sperm for days to come.
Charisma climbed off the couch and sat beside Tiffany. She smiled at
her guest. "You've done well, my dear," she remarked. "You've earned
yourself a corset." As she spoke the word "corset," the article
appeared out on the couch beside her guest, and Tiffany's eyes widened
with surprise--and delight.
...to be continued...
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