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The Corruption of Cindy
By Geena Cumsalot
Chapter Two: A New Morning
The next day when I woke Cindy was sleeping soundly beside me. It was
early; sunlight was just beginning to peek through the curtains. Wanting
more of what I had last night, I began considering different scenarios.
Thank God it was Saturday! The children would sleep late or if they did
wake up, would watch television. Now what to do with this opportunity? I
decided that breakfast in bed for two would be a nice start. After
locating a robe and slippers in Cindy's closet, I headed for the
kitchen.
I got everything ready as quietly as I could: scrambled eggs, toast,
butter, jam, waffles, orange juice and coffee. Finding the breakfast
trays was the hardest part but at last I found them hidden in the back
of the pantry. When I returned, Cindy was still sleeping. In our area,
there are a couple of very good jazz stations. One, in particular,
usually plays just the right music for whatever time of day. Saturday
morning would be romantic lovemaking music. Cindy had a decent Bose
radio in the bedroom; I turned it on, putting the volume low, and
located the station.
Gently, I nudged Cindy awake, "Good morning! I made us breakfast!"
She woke slowly. I thought she had a been-fucked-real-good-last-night
glow about her but who am I to judge? Stretching and yawning, she began
to discern meaning from my vocalizations. "Ahh! Breakfast." She began to
sit up. "You shouldn't have!"
I helped her plump up some pillows and get comfortable. "Why not?" I
asked.
"Well, then, maybe you should have!" she said laughing.
I smiled back, presented her with the tray and then settled in beside
her with my breakfast. I knew at some point we'd have to talk about last
night, but my intent was to go along all normal and either further
clarify or confuse things with more sex and then we could talk. "So
what's on the agenda for today?" I asked.
"Well, let's see... right! Jason has a soccer game at one, and after
that I have to drop Carly off for a play date."
"Not too bad," I commented. After last night, I think we both could have
eaten like lumberjacks, but besides good manners, there is much to be
said for going slowly and really enjoying the meal. Actually, many
things in life are like that!
"This is great! Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had
breakfast in bed?"
"No, but I bet too long!"
Cindy smiled cheerfully, "Yes, I guess so."
She looked beautiful: honey-blond shoulder-length hair, hazel eyes,
medium well-shaped lips, perfect teeth, soft rounded shoulders...
We finished our breakfast quickly. After putting my tray on the floor
along the farthest wall, I discreetly undid the belt that held my robe
closed. As I walked over to Cindy's side of the bed, my robe fell open
giving her a full view of my dangling girlcock. Usually, in the flaccid
state, it hangs about four inches. I saw her eyes go to my crotch as I
removed her tray. Returning, I stood before her, "Well, I guess I should
go now. I think I have a nail appointment but I need to check the
calendar back at my place to be sure."
I spread my fingers towards Cindy showing her my long painted nails. She
instinctively reached for my hand and held it, looking at my fingertips.
"Oh, they look fine! Actually, they're prettier than mine. I've always
admired the way you did your nails." She blushed slightly and dropped my
hand.
I placed both hands on the front of my hips, one on each side, fingers
pointing towards my girlcock. The red of my nails was set off by the
white of the robe which I proceeded to pull back some more. Now I was
obviously displaying more than just pretty hands. Swelling slightly, my
pretty prick was looking a little fat.
Cindy said with a somewhat serious tone, "I never would have guessed you
had one of those."
I was hoping she would at least touch it. I waited a few moments before
replying, ?I'm sorry... I didn't tell you before because there was no
need. It's not something I advertise!"
"Yes, but as close as we are, I would just think... somehow I should
have known."
I stopped displaying my package and sat down beside her. Putting my arm
around her shoulders, I spoke in a conciliatory manner, "Yes, I wish I
had said something earlier too, but... well, that can't be changed, now.
I started giving her a shoulder massage. Her head sank forward as her
neck muscles relaxed.
"Oh, that feels nice!" she mumbled breathily.
I continued to let my fingers work their magic, up and down her back,
her neck, her shoulders. With a gentle yet insistent pressure I directed
her facedown onto the bed. Extending my backrub onto her legs and
buttocks, slipping my hands under her gown, squeezing and kneading her
pale white flesh, I could feel my desire for her stirring. I began to
kiss that delicate freckled skin, lovely Irish freckles, tracing kisses
up and down her leg, kissing her ankle, sucking her toes, the pretense
of giving her a simple massage completely gone. She didn't resist as my
passion rose. My hands began to explore between her legs. I kissed and
grabbed the warm mounds of her asscheeks and licked her anal rosebud.
Placing a hand over her cunt, I massaged gently while trying to push my
tongue past her sphincter.
Tugging a hip, importuning her to roll over, she readily complied, legs
spread invitingly. I kissed her legs from knee to thigh, delicately
planting moist kisses on her sensitive inner thighs before addressing
her neatly trimmed pussy. "Oh, honey, your pussy is just sooo pretty," I
cooed at her. My wet tongue brushed against her labia. "These lips are
perfect butterfly wings!" I continued to slather her cuntlips with my
saliva, sucking them into my mouth; first one, then the other, then both
at the same time.
Cindy moaned appreciatively but let out a high-pitched squeal when my
tongue found her clitty. Too quick, I thought to myself, and switched
back to those luscious lips. My tongue pushed them aside and drove deep
into her vagina, thrusting in and out like a little penis. She raised
her hips, offering me better access. I slipped my hands under her,
grabbing her asscheeks and pulling her close, my tongue driving hard all
the while. "Oh, Cindy... you... taste... so good!"
Returning to her clit, I applied gentle pressure with my saliva drenched
tongue. She did not flinch this time so I began to flick my tongue
against her clitoral hood.
"Oooh, God, yeesss!" Cindy murmured.
Her hands in my hair, grabbing my head, pulling me tight, I let her
guide me. "Just tell me what to do, baby!" I managed to say before she
mashed my face into her pussy.
"Oh yeah, eehhh... aahhh! Oh, like that, lick!"
I followed her instructions religiously.
"Now, kiss! Yeesss, oohhh, yes!"
She directed me to different parts of her cunny as it suited her, and I,
her willing acolyte, worshipped her sweet sex earnestly and with
humility. Such devotion could not go on for long! Her orgasm was strong
and obvious.
Afterwards, I held her in my arms and told her how sexy and beautiful
she was. Kissing and hugging her, still tormented by my own unsatisfied
longing, it was all I could do to not rape her with my girlcock. I took
her hands and placed them between my breasts, guiding and encouraging
her to explore my body. She cupped my small breasts and then ran her
hands down my sides, following the curves of my narrow waist and full
hips. I guided her back to my flat stomach hoping she wouldn't ignore my
package. My girly dick was fat and swollen. When she cradled it in her
hand, I couldn't hold myself back; "Suck it!" I commanded. If that
didn't work, I was prepared to beg and plead shamelessly, but she
brought her face near and took my girlcock in her mouth.
The sensations were so intense; I cried out quietly, "Oh yeesss! Ooohh
babeee!" She swirled her tongue around the sensitive glans and began to
bob her head. There was no way I could last at this rate. I got up on my
knees but Cindy moved with me. The tip of my girlpenis was banging
against the back of her mouth ready to slide down her throat. If I
couldn't free myself it would be over in an instant; my girlcream semen
would be filling her mouth. "Wait... oh, baby, I... want... to... fuck
you!" I tried to pull away but Cindy kept bobbing her head up and down
on my girly prick. When I finally freed myself, my dear penis was on the
verge of exploding.
I got between her legs, spreading them farther apart. Concerned that I
would cum as soon as I sank into her, I hesitated. After taking a minute
to adjust her position, moving her legs this way and that, I began
kissing the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Cindy moaned slightly. I
brushed my lips lightly against her labia, planting barely perceptible
kisses, teasing her with anticipation. I could sense her eagerness to be
filled. No longer feeling that I would cum on contact, I perched the
head of my pretty penis at the entrance to her vagina and pushed.
Slowly, I inched my way in. When our pubic triangles met, my girldick
felt enormous; I don't think I was ever this hard before. When I ground
my crotch into her clitoral mound, Cindy responded like a caged animal,
bucking against me as I struggled to keep my girlshaft in place.
She grabbed me by the hips, pushing and pulling in a passionate effort
to slide me in and out. Taking her hands, I pinned her arms to the bed.
She was flattened out and spread-eagled, and I began to pump her with
long, driving strokes.
"Oh, God, yesss!" Cindy groaned, almost weeping.
Her hips were rising to meet my thrusts. For a few brief minutes our
rhythm matched the soft jazz playing in the background, but as our
passion intensified we heeded only the ancient beat of sexual desire and
fulfillment. I was pounding her furiously... Damn! No rubbers again!
"Ooh, honey... I'm gonna cum soon. I don't... want you to... get
pregnant!"
"Don't worry... my period... is due soon," Cindy told me between
guttural moans and groans.
Thank God! And thank the Catholic Church for teaching Cindy the rhythm
method! We were almost silly at this point and then my girldick
stiffened and began to pulse its lovejuice into her. I banged away,
bringing Cindy to a climax while my whole body convulsed orgasmically.
We held each other tight, our bodies melding as one, not knowing where
one began and the other ended, so intimately close that it almost hurt!
As a t-girl, I was in the habit of cumming systemically, not just with
my chickdick, but this was special. We began to kiss each other deeply,
tongues searching and probing... for what? If we shoved our tongues down
each other's throats, could we become one body, one soul? My girlcock
shrank and slipped out from her cunny but we still held each other,
pussy to pussy, breast to breast, legs entwined, my face nuzzled into
her neck. Cindy's hands stroked my back lovingly.
I think we both dozed off. I had lost track of time, but it was now
around 10:00 AM. The kids were probably up by now and I needed to get
the day started, not for any particular reason, but it had to happen
sooner or later. I leaned over and kissed Cindy's brow. "Is it ok if I
shower first, love?"
Cindy mumbled something resembling a yes. I couldn't resist one last
sniff of her sex-drenched pussy. I brushed my lips across her cunt hairs
and inhaled the scent of our lovemaking. I wanted to spread her legs and
lick the mixture of our fluids, but I didn't think either one of us
could handle any more intimacy, not really! Cindy looked beyond sated so
I forced myself to get up. Gathering up my things, I made my way to the
shower.
When I returned to the bedroom, Cindy was no longer there. I brushed my
hair, put on my makeup and prepared to leave. The kids were in the
living room watching television like little zombies. I said good-bye to
the kids and went looking for Cindy. I found her in the kitchen sipping
coffee. "I have to go now." Somehow, it felt awkward. I really didn't
"have" to go; I was just plain going. Cindy looked up. I had no real
idea what she was thinking. Was all this too much for her? In all the
years that I had known her, she never once mentioned to me that having a
transsexual lover was on her To Do List.
"Okay... ", and then she added, "that was... really fine!"
I was so glad she said that! Somehow, I needed to know that she was cool
with this. Was I more uncertain than Cindy? I thought I knew what I was
about but this new thing with Cindy was so unexpected yet so intense...
Slowly, I was coming to the realization that I needed some time to
assimilate this!
Nevertheless, I was glad to see that Cindy was apparently not having
trouble accepting me in this new way. I put my arm around her and
squeezed her shoulder. "Yes, it was... I mean for me, too," was all I
could manage at the moment. I felt silly, not being able to find words
that were appropriate. I guess I really was thrown for a loop! I only
hoped that my smile communicated something more and made up for my lack
of being articulate.
"Will you be back tomorrow?" Cindy asked
"Sure. Do you need some help with the kids?"
"I always need help with the kids," Cindy stated matter of factly.
"What time?"
"Around two would be fine," she told me coyly.
"Okaaay," I said hesitantly, dragging out the sound, a little puzzled by
her coyness.
"The kids won't be here... it'll be just us for a few hours."
"Okay..." I said again, actually shocked by her unexpected boldness but
understanding perfectly - it's a date! I'm not easily flustered, but I
think I actually blushed and I think I even said okay once more. I
smiled broadly to disguise having been caught off guard so thoroughly
and then turned to go.
"Let me see you to the door," Cindy said in a playful tone.
In the foyer, she embraced me, kissing me full on the lips, her tongue
snaking its way into my mouth. Soon we were kissing like teenagers who
had just discovered sex; we couldn't get enough of each other. My clit,
safely tucked and restrained, was once again awakening. If we didn't
stop now, I'd be taking my clothes off in the foyer, kids in the house
or not! No, I couldn't do that! Cindy and I both had better sense. We
stopped and just held each other for what seemed like a long time.
"Bye... I've got to go!" I said, grabbing for the doorknob. A few more
brief kisses and I was on my way. It was a warm autumn day. The sunshine
felt great on my very satisfied body as I walked to my car. It was hard
to believe this was happening!
Prior to last night and this morning, I would have placed Cindy on the
straight-laced, conservative side of the sex continuum. It's just the
way I thought about her. She seemed to be such a typical, straight-arrow
working mother, devoted to family, not a swinger or libertine, just
conventional. Consequently, I expected her to have some difficulty with
this new dimension in our relationship. Not that I was disappointed, not
at all! It's just that when you expect one thing and get the opposite,
it makes you stop and think.
On the drive home, I remembered I had made plans to go clubbing with
some t-girl friends. I definitely needed to cancel that! What a laugh,
an experienced slut like me, needing time to figure things out! Maybe a
nice long bike ride followed by a luxurious bath and a quiet evening at
home would help? Oh, and I think I really do have a nail appointment!
***
After making out in the foyer, Cindy returned to the kitchen and poured
a fresh cup of coffee. Savoring the aroma, sipping the still too hot
brew, she turned things over in her mind. Unbelievable! Who would ever
have thought that Geena Cumsalot (pronounced Com-sah-LOW, its French)
was a transsexual! She is so incredibly feminine and sensual. What an
oversexed animal! She was all over me and I loved it... really loved it!
Somehow she just managed to do everything right; what an incredible turn
on! Better than Paul ever...
Paul, my poor dear Paul... He was a good family man and a decent lover
for the most part, but sometimes he just left me unsatisfied and didn't
seem to notice. I hated that, but oh, how I've missed him! Sure there
were times when he was rough, crude and a bit obtuse, but isn't that
true for most men? Without Geena's help... I don't know how I... She's
practically a member of the family, and now... this! This! I never would
have imagined this.
I don't know any transsexuals -- except for Geena. At least I don't
think I know any other transsexuals. Who can tell? Well some might be
obvious, but... Even now, to me, Geena is first and foremost a woman. So
she has a dick! Does that automatically make someone a guy? Before
Geena, I would have said that, but look at her: she's cute, petite and
has a body to die for... and her personality, what a girly girl! No!
She's a chick who just happens to have a dick. I don't know... Last
night... Did I want Geena as a woman before I knew...? Did I want
something to happen? But that was so long ago...
I haven't seen Laura in years; I wonder how she's doing? We were almost
fifteen and had been best friends forever. We basically liked boys,
talking about them obsessively, but one day we experimented. Surprised
by how well that worked, we did it a lot for a couple months and then
stopped abruptly. I don't remember that it was a big deal; we just
stopped! I think we were both afraid of becoming lesbians exclusively.
Maybe...
Last night, when Geena told me she was transsexual, I first thought she
was joking. It was late, and I was tired, too tired to wrap my mind
around that one! Had I not been half asleep I'm sure I would have found
it disturbing that this person I had known (for how many years?) was a
different sex! I guess... I think the physical closeness got to me; it
was so comforting, yet so different...
Strange even... the best of both worlds, a sweet tender lesbian lover
but with a real cock! Paul never brought me to multiple orgasms... and
Laura... I don't know where she got hold of that dildo. We used it on
each other but it wasn't like a real cock, not that we knew what a real
cock felt like... but maybe a dyke with a strap-on could... anyway,
Laura made me cum... Now how would... What if Laura had had a real dick
at her disposal? Hmmm, Laura with a dick... My sex life... Sex?
With Paul's death, I thought that part of my life was over. A mother
with two young kids in tow is not an attractive proposition to most men.
Of course, I'm not interested in most men, but meeting a special someone
just doesn't happen except by a lot of looking and a lot of luck, and
who has the time? Teens and young singles and maybe divorced men like
Tom.
I wasn't surprised when Tom asked me out. We had dated before I met Paul
and he wanted to marry me. He was decent but intense, a little driven.
No, make that a lot driven! Although fun to date, I never felt perfectly
at ease with him, and then I met Paul.
I was surprised to see Tom at the funeral. He made a half-hearted effort
to be there for me but was too preoccupied finalizing his divorce, and
of course, work and career were always present in his thoughts. In spite
of this... What was I thinking...? My options were limited... my kids
deserve a father... Tom's not a complete stranger... and what have I got
to lose? I think I figured if nothing else, it might get me back out
there. Nonetheless, whatever wasn't quite right years ago was still not
quite right; so after a few dates, we stopped seeing each other.
I knew before and I knew then that raising my kids was priority one, and
although I was prepared to shelve my sex life, I think I underestimated
how important and unshelveable that part was. I really missed it, and
last night was an eye-opener! Right... but I've got to get moving. Jason
needs to get ready for his game and I need to find someone to take the
kids tomorrow afternoon. Maybe they can go to the movies with Paul's
mom? I'll give her a call.
To be continued...
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