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Dixie Meets Grizzly
Chapter 1
I knelt beside Stacey's bed as Ramon eagerly ate her pussy. Ramon was an
eighteen-year-old Cuban immigrant whom Jack and Stacey met at the club a
few weeks ago. Ramon was the club's dishwasher, but Jack thought the boy
would be good at yard work, cleaning the pool, and entertaining Stacey. I
had to admit, Ramon was quite a horny devil; I had yet to see him without a
hard-on since his arrival in the Jackson home.
Entertaining Stacey used to be MY job--when I was her husband, dickie
dickson. But with all that had happened in the past year: the surgeries,
the divorce, and the wedding of Jack and Stacey, little dickie had become
Miss dixie Jackson, the she-male play-toy of Mr. and Mrs. Jack Jackson.
Stacey moaned softly, her fingers running through Ramon's thick dark curls.
"Si, Ramon," she purred. "Nice and slow. dixie and I have some girl talk to
catch up on, so you just lick easy." She closed her eyes and moaned, "Mmmmm
... that's it."
As Stacey enjoyed herself, I was wearing Maid Outfit #2, a very tight, and
very short, pink latex affair that barely covered my surgically-enhanced
bottom, a bottom that Jack Jackson called, "the pride of the South." Two
tiny holes allowed my distended nipples to protrude the latex confines in a
most provocative manner. The outfit came with a tight mask, with holes for
my nose, eyes, and lips. My moist fire-engine-red lips protruded from the
hole like a used sex organ. Pink stockings came just over the knees and
were adorned with more cute pink ribbons, which trailed down behind the
middle of my legs instead of seams. On my feet were a tight pair of pink
and white spectator pumps with five-inch heels.
I curled my toes, feeling Ramon's cum squish around inside the shoes.
Earlier that morning, Stacey thought it would be great fun to see how far
Ramon could shoot his load. So she had me stand in the corner with the heel
of one of my spectators in my butt, and Ramon standing about three feet
away. Jacking his cock furiously, the horny Cuban filled the tip of one
shoe, and in the time it took me to insert the other shoe heel in my
rectum, he repeated his feat. The boy did not even break sweat.
Stacey moaned softly when Ramon returned to his duties. She looked at me
with a glint of mischief in her beautiful blue eyes. "Tell me what happened
at the prison, dixie. You've been so quiet since your conjugal visit with
Grizzly. It couldn't have been that bad. C'mon, baby, Mrs. Jackson wants to
hear all about it."
She insisted on being called Mrs. Jackson ever since her marriage last
month to Jack. I guess it was only natural that my wife should marry Jack,
especially after all the surgeries I had had. Why, I did not resemble a man
in the least. However, it was very humiliating to refer to my ex-wife by
her new name.
I swallowed hard and whined, not wanting to recount my visit to the prison.
Instead, I tried to change the subject, even though it meant certain
punishment. "Must I call you Mrs. Jackson, Stacey? Can't we cheat a little
when Jack...er...Mr. Jackson is away? After all, I am your ex-husband. And
now I'm your best girl friend."
Stacey snapped her fingers and pointed to her night table. Instinctively, I
reached for a cigar and placed it between her red lips and lit it. She
puffed it to a rosy glow and settled back on her pillows. "I don't recall
having to get used to your new name, dixie. The least you can do is respect
my wish to be addressed properly. Besides, what if you slipped up and
called me Stacey in front of Jack?" I gasped at the thought! "Exactly.
You'd be cleaning his jockey straps with your mouth on a daily basis." She
chuckled to herself. "Not just once a week."
The mask I was wearing was so tight I could not move my jaw, but my lips
moved in a most obscene manner. "Yes, Mrs. Jackson. You are right as
usual," my lips resembling a horizontal, pulsating pussy.
Stacey lifted Ramon's head. "What do you think of dixie's mask, Ramon?" The
studly Cuban stopped eating Stacey's pussy long enough to turn around and
look at me in a bemused silence.
"It is the concha that speaks, Senora Jackson," he said. Stacey giggled at
that.
"Yes, Ramon. I agree. Please do me a favor and fuck the concha that speaks
for asking stupid questions."
"Si, Senora Jackson," he said. Rising and standing before me, he grabbed my
head and began ramming his thick cock deep down my throat.
As he pumped, Stacey puffed on her cigar, savoring the full taste of the
tobacco. "And fuck that concha deep, Ramon. I want dixie to know that loose
lips sink ships."
"Si, Senora Jackson. Ramon fuck la concha muy deep." His hips were a blur
as he humped my sissy mouth. My head was shaved, so my mask was on skin-
tight. Ramon's grip was like a vise and his cock was a red hot piston. With
Stacey cupping Ramon's balls, he quickly ejaculated inside my mouth,
causing me to gag like a little girl.
"Awww, poor baby," Stacey said. "Did you forget that Ramon cums in buckets?
Not to mention his intensity. I love to see his ass cheeks clinch as he
explodes! It makes me want to sing 'Away Down Deeeeeeeeeeeep in
Dixieeeeeeeeee!" Stacey laughed at her little joke.
Meanwhile, I tried to swallow all of Ramon's cum, but it was an impossible
task. His thick goo oozed from my lips and down the latex of my chin. What
a sight I must have been. A fuck toy for my ex-wife's amusement.
"Ole, Ramon!" Stacey said. "Now do me one more favor and wipe your cock on
dixie's nipples. Yes, that's it. Let a little of your skeet dangle on her
nips. I love to see dixie's nips covered in jism!"
Composing herself, Stacey puffed on her cigar. "dixie, darling. Do I have
to repeat myself? Do tell me about your visit to the prison. And in minute
detail. Or must Ramon fuck that lovely ass of yours, too?" She twirled her
finger around a long thick string of cum that swung from my chin and dabbed
my numb lips with it. "What you say will be just between us girls," she
said. "Cross my heart."
I swallowed the rest of Ramon's load and prepared to speak about my
conjugal visit with Grizzly. I decided to start the story slowly by
complimenting Stacey first. I needed to get back on her good side. My lips
twitched as I spoke.
"Well, Mrs. Jackson, I thought the outfit you picked out for me that day
was beautiful."
And it was! A square-dance skirt with fluffy petticoats galore! Petticoats
made my legs look so slender and shapely. The skirt was dark blue with a
beautiful, wide, light-blue bow that tied behind and rested atop the back
of the skirt. I wore a pair of white crotchless pantyhose, and the cutest
little baby-blue cowgirl boots you ever saw, complete with white tassels. A
Confederate Flag ribbon was tied atop my hair. The blouse was very modest,
with snaps for buttons all the way to my neck. I wore no bra, just nipple
clamps connected by a slender gold chain. Over my outfit was a large
raincoat. Jack wanted the prison staff to think I was overweight; he didn't
need them peering at me too closely. And it was a good thing, too, because
tucked deep in the folds of my petticoats were many grams of heroin, pot,
coke, and crystal meth. Jack patted my ass affectionately as we made our
way to his SUV. "This booty will make Grizzly a happy man. But the booty in
your petticoats will make him king of the hill."
Stacey laughed. "That Jack is such a kidder." She flicked some ashes in her
ashtray. "Anyway, it was very sweet of you to thank me for the outfit,
dixie. It took me forever to find those boots and you looked so adorable in
them. I'm sure Grizzly loved them, too. Now do go on, dixie. I'm all
ears," she said as she grabbed Ramon's ears and pulled his head closer to
her hungry slit.
Chapter 2
For most of the trip to the prison I kept my mouth busy on Jack's beautiful
cock, keeping it hard and close to cumming. He talked on his cell phone
most of the way, not really intent on cumming, but enjoying the way a good
blowjob broke the monotony of the drive.
I was extremely horny, having eaten two viagra pills prior to leaving. My
hips would not stop churning. Although the Jack had ordered the doctors to
enhance my bottom to epic and erotic proportions, my penis had been
"dehanced." The shaft was now practically gone, leaving only the head of my
dickie close to my groin. It looked like a giant clit, and in my aroused
state, the dark-purple clit leaked profusely. My ball sack had been
cleaved, leaving each ball to hang in its own sack, giving the appearance
of two swollen pussy lips.
Sadly for me, as we neared the prison, Jack zipped up his pants and had me
sit up straight. "Try to calm down, dixie," he said. "I need you to be
sweet and innocent until we get inside the CV trailer." A conjugal visit
trailer. How compassionate of the prison system to offer such amenities, I
naively thought.
My heart began to race in my chest as I saw the imposing gray walls come
into view. "Don't worry, dixie," Jack said, rubbing my thigh. "The guard
assigned to search you has been paid off already. Grizzly says she's a big
black bitch, but she loves to have her pussy eaten, so I'm sure you won't
have any trouble with her."
It was so nice of Jack to clue me in on what was expected of me. He was so
thoughtful.
Before pulling into the prison gates, Jack stopped at a nearby fast-food
restaurant and picked up half a dozen sausage biscuits and a dozen packets
of grape jelly. I shudder as I recall the jelly. After my visit with
Grizzly, I don't think I'll ever eat jelly again. As Jack got back in the
SUV, he said, "Grizzly has been craving sausage biscuits. He says he dreams
about them."
I said, "Does he dream about grape jelly, too?" Jack gave a wry smile. "No,
dixie. The jelly's for you. You'll understand in due time." He caressed my
thigh. "It will all be over soon, dixie. Just be yourself." Jack's touch
was reassuring, but I could tell he was a nervous, too.
Situated just outside the prison building was the double-wide CV trailer.
One half was set up to sign the necessary papers, and the other half was
used for the conjugal visit. The trailer was affectionately called "The Cum
Dump" by the inmates.
"The Cum Dump?" Stacey asked, interrupting my story and squealing with
laughter. "Oh, my heavens, how degrading!" She ground her hips into Ramon's
face a bit. "Please tell me the bedroom was carpeted at least."
"No, Mrs. Jackson," I said. "It wasn't. Just cold cheap linoleum covered
the floors. The walls were a fake wood paneling, too. Framed pictures of
the governor and the president adorned, if that is the proper term, the
wall above the bed's headboard."
"That's horrid, dixie. I guess mirrors on the ceiling were out of the
question. But do go on," she said, puffing on her cigar.
When Jack got to the gate we were directed to park by the trailer and go
inside. We were met by two guards, one male and one female. The male guard,
Officer Peters, a big burly redneck, leered at me before he frisked Jack
and inspected the food in the bag.
I was led into the bedroom by Officer Edwards. She was a black woman, very
tall, with muscular legs and buttocks. "You need any help, Ed?" Officer
Peters asked as he stifled a chuckle. (It turned out "Ed" was short for
"Edwina," the female guard.) She looked at me and winked. "No, Pete," she
said. "This cowgirl looks pretty tame to me. C'mon, sugar. Time for your
boot heels to be wandering to the bedroom."
We walked down the dim hallway and entered the bedroom. Edwina lost no time
getting down to business. "Lose the clothes, girl. Time for the strip
search." Her voice was firm and deep. I quickly took off my coat and set it
on the bed. "My, my!" she said, looking at my outfit. "What a pretty little
cowgirl you are. Grizzly's gonna love you up, girl!" With trembling hands,
I took off all my clothes except for the pantyhose and my cowgirl boots.
The petticoats were not on the bed long before Edwina was rifleling through
the lacy folds, finding all the bags of dope and putting them in the
pouches of her utility belt.
"Well, that business is done," she said. "Now let's continue the search,
shall we?" Edwina went to a bedside table and extracted a pair of latex
gloves and a jar of lube. The rubber gloves snapped sharply around her
strong hands, a procedure she had done countless times. A generous amount
of lube made the gloves shiny and slippery. She stepped toward me and
issued her next order. "Bend over, darling, and put your fingers in your
boot straps."
"Oh, silly me," I said. "I never knew that's what those loops were for."
Edwina smiled at my little joke. "Yes, Miss Jackson. That's one use for
them."
"How did you know my name, Officer Edwards?" I asked. I was logged into the
prison logs as Mrs. G. Adams. "Oh, I know everything about you, dixie," she
said, walking closer. "Jack and I go way back." She leaned down and raked
her tongue over my thick collagen lips. "Mmmmm...those lips are gonna feel
good on my ass. Now bend over and grabbed those straps!"
I obeyed her immediately and hooked an index finger into each loop. "That's
it, Miss Jackson. Let me get a good look at that ass Jack has told me so
much about." Her slippery fingers spread my cheeks apart. I heard an
audible gasp from Edwina when she first saw the puffy lips of my primary
fuck toy. "That's a very pretty pussy, dixie. You got any bags in there?
I'll start with two fingers and work up from there."
Soon it was I who was gasping for air as Edwina's long shapely fingers went
deeply inside me, probing and churning. Her manipulations were having quite
and effect on my sissy clitty; it was leaking jizz in a long string that
dripped to the linoleum.
"I know about your clitty, dixie. How hot it gets, especially after a
viagra breakfast." Four of her fingers were inside me now, and still she
probed deeper. Her other slippery hand reached between my legs and started
rubbing my purple-headed nub. I would have done anything at that moment to
cum!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I was so startled, my heart nearly
jumped out of my chest. My clitty retracted. Darn! I was so close to
cumming.
"You about through in there, Ed?" It was Officer Peters. "We're about ready
to transfer Grizzly over."
My clit retracted even more.
"Oh, dixie," Stacey said, stubbing out her cigar. "You poor thing. So close
to cumming and *snap* it's gone."
"I guess it was just a well, Mrs. Jackson. You know what a mess I make when
my clitty fires off," I said, lifting the ashtray and holding it with care.
"Indeed I do, dixie. I remember our last New Year's Eve party, where at the
stroke of twelve, on your twelfth stroke, you filled your little cum flute
to the brim! I remember most of the men there that night had filled your
flute as well. There was toast after toast after toast. Perhaps next New
Year's Eve we'll actually let you drink champagne." She giggled and
stretched out on her pillow, propping her head with her hand. "Continue
with your story, dixie. You must have been scared out of your wits."
I shivered, recalling how I trembled like a frightened deer. Edwina's whole
fist was in me before she answered Officer Peters. "Yeah, Pete. I'm almost
done here. You can go get Grizzly."
"Ok. I'll leave that Jackson feller here then. Just so you know. He's
clean. I patted him down real good."
"Thanks, Pete. Mrs. Adams is clean, too." Her fist went into me deeper.
As soon as Officer Peters left the trailer, Jack was in the bedroom. "You
got the dope, right?"
"Yes, Jack. It was right where you said it would be."
He looked on, admiring Edwina's fisting skills.
"What ya think, Ed? Nice ass, eh?"
"She's the hottest bitch I've ever fisted, Jack. And I've fisted plenty,"
Edwina said. "Nearly every white punk in that prison." She started ramming
my ass hard, getting that unique pleasure known only to fisters. A feeling
of power and control.
Jack puffed out his chest. "Yeah, those doctors did a helluva job on her. I
think a nice tattoo is next."
"How 'bout this one, Jack," Edwina said. "Born Too Loose."
Jack got a kick out of that. "Edwina, you're so creative. Get her good and
loose for Grizz," Jack said. "I hear he's got the biggest dick in the
joint."
"That motherfucker has everything in the joint. The most fags. The most
drugs. The most money." Edwina punctuated each word while ramming her fist
into me.
Jack unzipped his pants and fed me his cock. "This oughta get the little
bitch hot. Suck me, dixie." Jack was so right. The taste of his cock sent
my clitty throbbing into overdrive.
Edwina pulled her fist out of my sissy pussy. "Give me your belt, Jack. Let
me warm up this ass for the Grizzmeister."
"Sure thing, Ed," Jack said. "Give her fifty quick ones while she sucks my
cock, then we'll go have some coffee."
When Grizzly arrived, I was alone in the bedroom, handcuffed to the
headboard, my ass pooching out invitingly.
Chapter 3
Stacey laughed. "Why, dixie Jackson. You're such a tease. Kneeling on the
bed with your butt sticking out."
"I was in that position for quite a while, Mrs. Jackson," I said. "Once
Grizzly was let inside the trailer, he spent some time with Edwina and Mr.
Jackson. They laughed a lot, drank coffee, and I assume, sampled some of
the drugs that I had smuggled in."
In fact, Grizzly had snorted nearly a gram of coke and had eaten all the
sausage biscuits Jack had brought him. They all three entered the bedroom,
high, and very full of mischief.
"There's my beautiful wife!" Grizzly said, almost ripping off is orange
prison jumpsuit. "Jack, thanks for sending me all those photos of dixie.
They sell like hotcakes here. A pack of smokes for cheesecake. A carton for
triple-x."
"Don't mention it, Grizz," Jack said. "You'll be outta here soon and we can
get back to doing some real business."
"Nice job with the belt, Ed. You know I like my punks warmed up before I
fuck 'em."
"She's warmed up and lubed up, Grizz. Would you like to take this little
baby for a test drive?" Edwina asked.
"Fuckin' A, Ed!" Grizzly jumped on the bed and I thought it would crash
under his weight. He slapped my ass hard before spreading my cheeks and
entering me with what felt like the biggest and hardest cock in the world.
"Oh yeah, it's tight." I had not had the opportunity as yet to lay eyes on
Grizzly, but I felt his hairy stomach on my butt and his hairy thighs on
the backs of my legs.
"Jack, you don't mind if I take this thing into high gear, do ya?" Grizzly
asked, grunting as he humped.
"Shit no, Grizzly. Give it all ya got," Jack said.
The hairy convict started fucking me so hard that I could not help but
squeal. Each rapid thrust had me squeaking in rhythm with the bedsprings.
"Sounds like it might need some oil, Ed."
Edwina laughed, "Well, you got the dipstick, Grizz. Let me check to see if
it's a quart low." How horrible I felt, being referred to as a thing, a
fuck machine.
Grizzly withdrew his cock from my ass and sat on a folding chair by the
bed. Edwina lubed up her hands and started fisting me again as Grizzly
pinched my nipples.
Chapter 4
Stacey moaned as she listened to me. "And all this time you didn't even see
Grizzly's face?" She let go of Ramon's ears. "Cafe, por favor, Ramon."
I held up Stacey's ashtray to Ramon in hopes that he would empty it, but he
ignored me. I answered Stacey's question. "When he started pinching my
nipples, he turned my head so I could see his face. He had a long thick
beard and long hair that framed his broad face and dark eyes. His torso was
covered with hair, but all that hair could not cover his huge muscles, Mrs.
Jackson. His chest was massive and his arms were like knarled wood."
Stacey moaned again. "What was Jack doing all this time?"
"He was taking pictures, Mrs. Jackson," I replied.
"Oh yes. Jack does enjoy documenting those types of things," she said, her
fingers began playing with her own nipples. "Please continue."
Grizzly looked between my legs and saw my clitty dripping. I was making a
very large wet spot on the sheets. "Uh-oh, Ed. It's sprung a leak." I
thought I heard Jack laughing in the background. "Might have to put a seal
on it. Try one of those finger rubbers. That should work."
"Damn, Grizz," Edwina said as she stopped fisting me. "What were you in a
past life? A mechanic?" She opened the drawer and pulled out a finger
rubber. It fit over my clit quite tightly. The latex reservoir soon began
collecting my excitement.
"That and a rapist," he said, chuckling. He got back on the bed behind me
and started fucking again. "Oh yeah, Ed. That change of oil did the
trick." I knew better than to squeak and squeal this go-round, but it took
all the strength I had to stay quiet.
His orgasm was most intense. He growled as he came, slapping my ass and
flooding my sissy pussy with hot cum. He rested a bit and did a line of
coke with Jack. "It's tight in the corners, Jack. A fine ride."
"Glad you liked it, Grizz," Jack said, beaming his salesman's smile. "Why
this baby has everything. It even tosses salad."
That caught Grizzly's attention.
"Now wait, dixie," Stacey said. "What's this about tossing salad? Was this
damn conjugal visit catered?"
"No, Mrs. Jackson," I said, blushing behind my mask. "Tossing salad is a
prison term for...uhm...eating ass."
"Oh, my heavens!" she gasped. "I had no idea!"
"To make the act more...palatable...the inmate smuggles a packet of grape
jelly from the cafeteria."
"So that's why Jack loaded up on the grape jelly?" Stacey asked. I nodded.
"Doesn't the ass you eat get all sticky?"
"Not if the ass is thoroughly eaten, Mrs. Jackson."
"Hmmmmm. We may have to try that soon." She glanced at Ramon and winked,
who was returning with Stacey's coffee.
I returned to my story.
Edwina uncuffed me from the headboard and had me lie on the bed. The tip of
the finger rubber was full of my leakage and it stuck out from my clitty,
embarrassing me to no end.
Jack gave me a jelly packet and I opened it nervously, then scoop out the
jelly with my tongue. Grizzly started to make his way to the bed but Edwina
stopped him. "Not so fast, Grizz. I'm puttin' my ass on the line with this
little visit. I might as well have it eaten."
Grizzly guffawed and put on a show of mock civility. "Oh, how rude of me,
Ed. Ladies first, by all means." He swept his big arm in my direction.
Under Edwina's expert tutelage, and massive ass, I tossed my first salad.
She humped my face savagely, her butt slapping against my cheeks, forcing
my tongue to go deeper. She used my clitty as a pommel while she rode my
face. Her grip was tight on my clitty and I wanted to cum so badly, but I
was unable to ask permission.
Ironically, it was Grizzly who showed pity on my clitty. As I was eating
his ass, he cajoled Edwina into giving my nub a rub. My intense orgasm
occurred just as Grizzly jerked off all over my tits. The tiny finger
rubber was full of my passion, and Jack got some good photos of me cleaning
it out.
"I knew you had a heart, Ed," Grizzly said, squeezing a thick glob of goo
on my face.
"Yeah, like that time I whipped Shorty Griffin's ass before they fried him
on Ol' Sparky."
"Hey, Ed. It was the thought that counted."
On the drive back home, I must have swallowed half a dozen loads of Jack's
creamy juice.
Stacey stretched languidly on her bed. "I'm so glad you didn't do anything
to embarrass Jack, dixie. He really stuck his neck out for Grizzly," Stacey
said. "Ramon? How would you like a little tossed salad for lunch while I
enjoy some of your delicious tube steak?" She looked at me sternly. "Well,
dixie. You're not half way to the kitchen yet? Grape jelly! And on the
double!"
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