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Julie's Wedding Marcia and Julie's Parents Angie Olsen awoke from a sound sleep with a sense of anticipation pounding so hard inside of her that she involuntarily wriggled. Elaine's niece was almost certainly no longer a virgin, and she was sleeping in the guest bedroom at that very moment. And Elaine should arrive the very next evening. "Let events take their course," Elaine had remarked, sardonically, in one of their many phone conversations before the wedding. Angie had been inclined to help the events to take their course. >From the moment of her first look at Marcia, she had wanted to rush her off to her bedroom and ... Angie could hardly believe her eyes. Elaine certainly hadn't exaggerated. That nephew / niece of hers was absolutely breathtaking. She licked her lips. When she imagined what her daughter and friends had done with her the night before the wedding ... The girl was absolutely exhausted. Angie had looked in at her at ten o'clock. She was still out like a light. Looked like a dream in the guest bed, though. Some light, airy negligee in pink and white - actually matched the canopy of the bed and d?cor of the room. Angie arose and showered. She dressed with great care. As she was applying her makeup, she thought about Jim. He couldn't keep his eyes off the third bridesmaid yesterday. She smiled. A good wife should make her husband happy, she thought, with a wicked little thrill of anticipation. The next time Angie peeked around the door, Marcia was sitting up. And she was a vision. "Good morning!" Angie said, bustling into the room. She reminded Marcia of her mother, about the same height, busty, hair worn the same way, dark, dark brown; not quite black with subtle shades of red, dressed in a stunning negligee, too. Her bedroom mules clicked as she moved about, throwing open the tall drapes, brilliant sunlight streaming into the room. Finally she perched on the side of the mattress. "Are you hungry, dear?" she said. Marcia shook her head. She wasn't hungry, at least not for food. This beautiful woman was a close friend of her aunt. "What was my Aunt Elaine like in college?" she asked. Angie smiled at her. "She was just as incredible as she is today," she replied warmly. She went on at length. It was obvious to Marcia that Julie's Mother was deeply in love with her Aunt. "Why?" she asked. "Why didn't you two stay together?" The older woman smiled at the younger. There was a softness in her look as she answered, "It was tempting! I guess that I wanted my own pond," she smiled. "I met Jim ... then Julie came." Her face reflected the sweetness of reminiscence. "But Elaine - well - there's no one like Elaine," she continued. Her voice trailed off... "Why, child!" she exclaimed, "You are wearing a corset under that gown!" She grimaced. "Aren't you awfully uncomfortable?" "It's all right," Marcia replied. She slid out of bed and stood up, slipping her feet into her own bedroom slippers. "I'm used to it. Auntie made it for me, and she wants me to wear them always. Auntie says it's good for the figure." As she headed for the bathroom, Angie saw what a figure Marcia had, all right, an impossibly small waist, full rounded buttocks, and generous breasts. She could see the corset laces thru the half- transparent nightgown, and could only imagine how snug that corset must be, slender thighs with a wide gap between them at the crotch. This girl was a transvestite, a cross dresser? It didn't seem possible. Angie was so wet down there that she wondered if she was dripping. Even the prospect of sex with her son-in-law, now being transformed into her daughter-in-law, didn't excite her as much as Marcia did. Angie's eyes never left the face of the young girl as Marcia came out of the bathroom. She was aware that this girl moved with a marvelous feminine grace, but it was the sweetness and innocence of that countenance that went all through Angie. It reminded her of Julie, all trusting and innocent. How she had taught her the pleasure potential of her body, the wonderful capacity to bring incredible pleasure to her mother. How she had prepared her for her father. Now young Julie was one of the most sensuous and hedonistic women she had ever known. And to think that she could have had Marcia before Elaine! Marcia was powerfully drawn to the older woman. She was as beautiful as her mother. Not quite as authoritative as her aunt, perhaps. But she seemed so warm and affectionate. They embraced and kissed. It quickly turned into something more. A great hunger went thru both. Marcia was almost embarrassed, a little abashed. But Angie threw back her head and gave vent to a lovely ripple of amusement. Then she proceeded to demonstrate a mastery of foreplay that was a real education to Marcia. With deft, sure hands, she began to touch, to caress, until Marcia thought she would die of sensory overload. And still the older woman licked, probed, hinted, and withdrew, until Marcia groaned and gasped under the erotic assault. Night before last had been kindergarten; this was high school, at least, maybe even college. Angie felt she was making love to an extremely youthful version of Elaine, maybe even a na?ve, pristine Elaine, if there had ever been such a girl. Elaine was so sophisticated and suave that it seemed that naivety or callowness had not ever been present - she must have been born with urbanity. Marcia was so easily aroused. It was the greatest fun, a minimum of effort to produce a maximum of effect. The child possessed a body that was beyond susceptibility. She was hypersensitive to everything sexual. Mmmmmm! The possibilities! Jim was going to love this! After quite a marathon, they relaxed together, entwined on the big, lovely canopy bed, where Angie and Elaine had frequently spent the night. Jim liked Elaine, Angie thought with a laugh, but Elaine didn't care for men at all, so Jim and Julie would sleep in the big master bedroom, while she and Elaine frolicked here. She regarded the sleeping face of Elaine's niece. What a lover! What a sweetheart! This girl was destined to know a lot of women, maybe even as many or even more than Elaine herself. Angie was in the kitchen fixing a little something for lunch when she heard the tapping of bedroom mules. They tapped neatly and lightly over the floor, swiftly arriving behind her, and a slender pair of arms embraced her from behind. Twisting, it was then lips to lips and breasts to breasts. To her amazement, Angie felt this girl's built-in strap-on stiff against her. Three times this morning and ready again? She leaned over the kitchen table and let the passionate, little cross dresser have her again. What a little, sexual firecracker! After lunch, Angie showed Marcia the pictures of her wedding. From there, she cajoled Marcia into trying on her wedding gown. The girl amply filled out the gorgeous gown, then her bridal night nightgown, a vision of Victorian lace. Marcia was on top of Angie, the nightgown bunched around her waist, when she suddenly stiffened. Hands, big powerful, masterful hands, were on her hips. It could not be Angie's hands! It was the wrong position, and besides, they were too big and strong. The master bedroom featured another canopy bed with smoked glass mirrors in the headboard and footboard, and looking past the flushed and panting face of Angie, in the gloom of the room, Marcia could make out a tall, powerful figure standing behind her. He was stark naked and very hairy all over. His hands were firmly grasping her hips, and she could feel a velvety shaft, unbelievably stiff and engorged, which was probing at her opening between the swelling, alluring fullness of her feminine buttocks. There was a slickness to the invading penis. When it started to penetrate her flesh, this slickness acted very effectively as a lubricate, and Marcia felt the pulsing, warm column of human flesh filling the tight, sensitive tunnel of her flesh while the big, masterful hands controlled her completely. He could do whatever he liked. He had her. She wasn't going anywhere. At that moment, in a flash, she understood what it meant to belong to a man. In the same instant, she felt a great, fierce surge of joy, so strong as to make her gasp, for everything made perfect sense: she was attractive; so desirable, that he wanted to find his pleasure in her. This is why she was attractive - this was the point of everything. Why, just before this, she had been terrified! Angie had been mouthing silently, "It's all right. Just relax." And now she felt this incredible sense of completeness. It was so perfect that she wanted to sing like an opera star. She was female; he was male; and he wanted her. Her heart sang a heady song. She was so alluring, so desirable that he wanted to complete her - to fulfil her, and he was sliding deeper and deeper into her with each slow second. "Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she sang inside as he continued to advance. As Angie's husband slid deeper and deeper into the beautiful shemale, and the female-experiencing-her-first-male sensations played across Marcia's face, Angie experienced an ultimate exhilaration. Her body convulsed around the little shemale's stiff penis. She gasped in ecstasy, panting and whimpering with pure pleasure. It went on and on. It was obvious that Marcia was so caught up in ... the female experience ... that she was oblivious to the thrashing and the firecracker chain of spasms of her female partner beneath her. The big male's penis sank to the hilt in the tender, virgin opening of the recently virgin little shemale. Marcia felt the hairiness of the man's swollen balls against her and sensed the explosive dynamite of the man's shaft. The swollen sausage stuffed her so thoroughly and completely that every millimeter of her insides was in pulsating, vivacious contact with steel-hard male flesh. Beneath her tummy, a little molten ball began to form. She felt that her flesh within was beginning to dissolve into this little ball. It was about the size of a pea, but rapidly increasing in size. Like a marble. Marcia groaned. Like a big cherry, golf-ball size. Marcia felt she was melting in two. A peach. A grapefruit. A volcano rumbled in her middle. A flush of blood rushed toward her head; another surged to her toes. She shook all over, the powerful masculine hands firmly and effortlessly holding her delectable hips. The powerful, masterful man who had penetrated her was as unmoveable as a rock. She writhed upon his spear of flesh. He stuffed her absolutely, physically and mentally. She existed and found overwhelming pleasure because she fascinated him - he wanted her, needed her, so that he might find his pleasure deep within her. In all this, Marcia did not ejaculate. She stayed rock-hard in Angie, and the older woman experienced an endless series of crashing orgasms as she simultaneously watched a new dawning female comprehension on the countenance of the young shemale while riding a pole of shemale flesh. Then the powerful shaft within Marcia began to withdraw in an incredibly slow, controlled way. "Oh, No! No!" Marcia thought feverishly. "No! No! No!" But he kept withdrawing, while she protested. "I'll die!" she thought. "I can't stand it. He can't leave me!" She trembled. The head of the big, stolid man paused at her tender opening. Then it reversed. Just as slowly, just as controlled as it had withdrawn, it glided forward. "Yes! Yes! Oh! Yes!" He wanted her! Ahhh! It felt so good! The melting sensation formed again just under her tummy. It went faster this time. The spasms took her, and she bucked involuntarily. The entire orgasm was more severe and intense, and Marcia blacked out for a moment. It did not deter the big man in the least. He kept pistoning in and out of the tender, young shemale's rectum, firmly controlling her rear end with the enormous strength of his great hands. Under the masterful stimulation, Marcia's body went into overdrive. She shook and convulsed constantly, hardly recovering from one powerful orgasm before the next began. She shuddered all over. She whimpered. She begged for a break, a moment of relief. She fainted several times for some minutes. Her cries mingled with the more mature groans and orgasms of the man's wife beneath her. The little shemale's rigid penis never ejaculated into the vagina of the lust-ravaged woman. It just kept plunging in and out, relentlessly driven by the big man possessing the shemale bridesmaid. The big man adored the sight of the feminine shemale before him, with his wife's Victorian gown bunched around her waist. Her delicate feminity stirred him. She obviously adored him. She was helplessly possessed by lust for him. It unleashed a potency in him that had never been tapped before. The little bridesmaid reacted with a demented demonstration of convulsions and paroxysms while skewered on the steel rod of his flesh. Sobs burst from her throat, incoherent babblings and soft cries. The masculine staff stuffing her began to swell, and Marcia dimly recognized that the ultimate moment was at hand. Her conqueror would leave a garrison of his essence. She would possess his sperm, just as he possessed her. She would belong to him forever. And she ardently wanted him. Her back arched in an unconscious feminine gesture of receptivity, as his thrusts became more forceful and demanding. He began to spurt, as a fire hose erupts, and the hot lava lubricated her insides until she squished, and the white sperm flowed down her thighs, soaking her hose. Something in her exulted in the inundation of masculinity. Her face was radiant, beaming with desire, and she screamed in a little, delicate, high voice, "Oh!!!!! Yes!!!!!!" A coarse laugh erupted from the throat of the spasming woman beneath her. This was the best ever! This was perfect! Oh, the possibilities! Angie watched the transformation of Marcia that entire enchanted evening with delighted amazement. As Marcia's aunt remarked at a later time, her niece metamorphosed into the consummate flirt. It was obvious that the little shemale was caught up in the mad passion of a young woman's first crush. The girl could not get enough of Angie's Jim. And he couldn't get enough of this young woman, either. All of that wonderful control and marvelous staying power was focused on this lovely little shemale, and it was something to see! Angie was so worn out from her own continuous chain-reaction of orgasms that she could scarcely move, but she dared not fall asleep. It was too fascinating. Jim could easily wear out a whole succession of young women, ordinarily, such was his virility, but neither he nor Angie had ever seen a young woman as turned on as Marcia. Then Jim and Marcia tried every position imaginable while the exhausted wife watched. At long intervals, Jim would come like a geyser into the body of the nubile, young shemale while she squealed and shrieked. The girl was like a young woman possessed. Like a woman who has just discovered what it is all about. It was midnight before Jim's penis failed to erect without additional stimulation. And by that time, Angie had recovered sufficiently to teach Marcia how to orally stimulate him. Sometime in the early morning hours, all three collapsed in deep slumber, the stiff penis buried to the hilt in the tender girl-flesh of the depleted shemale. That is how they awoke, the alarm clock blaring, the big penis stirring, and the big man and his little shemale lover kissing in the early dawn light. Angie almost felt jealous. She could tell that Jim was badly smitten - more than ever before. But she smiled to herself. This would make it better than ever. Marcia absorbed the first thrusts of the day. She tightened her legs around this big, beautiful man who wanted her so much, while he had her again. With his cum filling her and oozing past the tampon in her rectum, she pulled on a lacy, cream robe, supplied by Angie, and followed her downstairs in high-heeled mules, to fix Jim a good breakfast. His eyes were on her as he ate. Marcia was very conscious of the attractiveness of her d?colletage. She wished there was time for a quick trip upstairs. But then he was out the door, and she was sitting down at the table with her lover's wife. Marcia started to feel awkward, but Angie leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She put her hand on Marcia's hand. "It's all right," she said. "We have a lot of things to do today before Jim comes home." There was a focus to the two women that had been lacking the day before. Then, they had enjoyed each other, but the context was different than today. Now it was what Jim would like. What reaction from him would their plans elicit? They discussed a trip to Angie's beauty parlor. "Jim prefers the face to be framed by hair," Angie said. She rearranged Marcia's hair, placing a headband strategically. "He adores long hair," she stated, combing and brushing. Marcia's hair fell well past her buttocks. "He admires soft pink with black highlights." She laid out a very feminine corset in pastel pink, a concoction of flounces, ruffles, and lace, lace, lace. Tiny black ribbons were woven into the garment at the different apertures. Angie laid out lacy, white stockings and white pumps. As Marcia donned the lovely lingerie, Angie rummaged thru one of several walk-in closets, finally reappearing with a silk, very faintly pink dress with tiny white dots. The skirt was pleated and very full; the bodice was low-cut and very delicate with tiny lace, understated, with a deceptive hint of modesty. That was the first effect. Upon closer observation, the bodice was remarkably revealing and suggestive. "Oh! Darling! You look great!" Angie fussed with the dress, smoothing and tugging. "Jim'll be knocked over." Marcia's smile was brilliant. All she could think about was Jim. In her. His eyes on her. Fascinated. By her. Hungry, no, ravenous ... for her. There was a knock at the door. "Darling!" "Hi, Toots!" And then Elaine was wrapped around Angie. Marcia looked on in amazement. Mouths melded together. Angie abandoned herself to Marcia's aunt. Marcia had never seen anything like it. It went on for a while, too. When the two finally broke for air, Elaine noticed her niece. She whistled, staring at her. "Mmmmmmm! Girl!" She extended a hand to her. To the unheard sound of a dance band, she danced with her about the room. Ending with a flourish, she said, "When is he supposed to get here?" "About an hour," Angie replied, smiling. "Come on," Elaine replied, taking Marcia by the hand. "I brought you something." Seizing her purse, she led Marcia upstairs to the bedroom. First, she had Marcia unfasten and fold up the bottom of her corset. Then Aunt Elaine carefully positioned her gift on the crotch of her niece. It had the appearance of latex skin, but it did not feel rubbery at all. It was a little like a high rise panty, an absolute dead match for Marcia's skin, and very snug. It was open in the back, so that the opening to the anus was accessible. There was a triangle of curly hair that was an exact match of Marcia's long, flowing locks, and this triangle culminated in a sweet, precious mound. Below the mound, the plump, swollen lips of the labia pouted, and at the rear of the labia lips, the vagina opening awaited, guarded by the hooded clitoris. As the device was pulled up to Marcia's crotch, her penis was captured on the inside, inserted into a waterproof tunnel, which was carefully lubricated, and this hollow shaft directed the penis up toward the belly, but it was constricted by the snug garment in such a way that the outside of the garment betrayed no sign of a swollen organ, even at maximum tumescence. At the top of the penis channel, there was an opening, which curved over and down into the vagina. In this way, the wearer of the device would urinate or ejaculate through the vagina. But this was not all. The genius of Aunt Elaine shone brightly! Just above the penis/vagina connection was an uterus, shaped like an upside down pear, connected by a fleshly opening to the ending of the penis/vagina openings. And just above the embedded uterus was an embedded, smooth ovary, egg-shaped, connected by a fallopian tube to the uterus, and this artificial ovary contained a tiny battery, a microscopic timer, and two fluid chambers. One contained a lubricant, which continually oozed from the ovary into the uterus, then down to the vagina and penis channels. The other contained a red liquid, about the viscosity of blood, which was released every twenty days. (This artificial ovary did not need to be serviced for about a year. At servicing, the fluids were added under pressure.) From the outer surface of the garment, this equipment was not discernable, for again the restriction of the corset pressed the flattened items into the soft tissue of Marcia's body. As the garment was tugged up into place, Marcia could feel her balls secured beneath the pussy panty in such a way that Jim's penis would stimulate them as he penetrated her. Their size contributed considerably to the swelling of her mons pubis. But the overall effect of the panty was such a feeling of wonderful, womanly smoothness. Not a trace of the uterus or ovary could be guessed from the front of the garment. Marcia was intensely aware of them. She realized that Jim's semen would be pumped into her uterus and ovaries. But all of this internal female plumbing was pressed deeply into Marcia's body. With the corset pulled down and the opening of the corset removed a woman's genitals were all that were revealed. The view and an intimate familiarity were much appreciated by her virile lover just a little later. Marcia wasn't sure how much the difference meant to Jim, but it sure meant a great deal to her. Over and over, her snugly enclosed penis was flooded with masculine sperm. How she wished she could conceive! She wanted to bear Jim's baby! While Jim and Marcia were having intercourse, Elaine and Angie would sneak a peek every now and then. There was no need to be subtle about this, for the two were making so much noise and were so wrapped up in each other, that an explosion could have shaken the house without registering with them. The coupling went on and on, punctuated by gut- busting climaxes, both male and female, that seemed impossibly loud and passionate. "I don't suppose there is any need to ask if they are hungry?" Angie remarked. "They're hungry, all right," Elaine replied with a snigger. "But we don't need to do anything!" Jim left the next morning for work in quite a hurry. Both Angie and Elaine had been awakened by the sounds of intense passion from Jim and Marcia's bedroom. In the usual pattern, it went on and on. The two women looked at each and smiled. In a little while, all was quiet except for the sounds of a shower. In a short time, Jim went downstairs. His footsteps sounded tired. Marcia was lying on the bed. She was sound asleep - the sleep of exhaustion. Evidently she had been penetrated from behind the last time, for she was crumpled amidst the bedcovers with her butt in the air, and the fresh wetness of Jim's semen was still seeping from her vagina and her rectum. She wore her usual corset - in a lovely shade of pink - with garter belts stretched firmly to delicate, white stockings with broad lacy tops, and the copious accumulation of thick male juice had soaked the bands and a considerable length of her thighs. The air was thick was the scent of copulation. Elaine was delighted with the appearance of the pussy panty. Only on very close inspection was it evident that the vulva was not biologically natural. It certainly had not diminished the lust-fueled attraction of the big man who had left so much of himself in her. The pussy hairs were matted with his semen. As Angie stroked and caressed Marcia, Elaine eased the pussy panty down her thighs. The little shemale groaned as she was awakened, and the penis thus exposed was fully aroused and tumescent. Angie eyed it hungrily. She sucked gently on Marcia's lips in a wanton display of carnal appetite, then plunged her tongue between the shemale's red lips. She suffused her raging hunger for intercourse to Marcia by fucking her mouth with her tongue. A little moisture appeared at the opening of Marcia's penis. The aroused shemale mounted the mature mother. Angie sighed with satisfaction as the biologically male part of the young woman stretched her vagina mercilessly. The full, ripe breasts of the young woman and the swelling, fully-mature bosom of the older woman were mashed together. Elaine smiled with intense satisfaction. She had never seen Angie so abandoned to carnal satisfaction. "There is nothing like the inner melting that takes place when lovers are fused into one," Elaine thought as she watched Angie and Marcia rise into a frenetic climax. She plunged her strap-on into the depths of Marcia's rectum, her hands firmly anchored on the rounded softness of Marcia's big rump. Her thrust drove Marcia's penis deep into Angie's intimate depths, eliciting a shrill squeal from Angie and a groan of passion from the fourteen year old shemale. Elaine smiled. She could see Angie's face. Her countenance was contorted with ardency, her eyes were hooded with lust, and the raging flood of sensation from her sexual congress was perfectly reflected in every aspect of her face. The effect was greatly enhanced by Angie's inner awareness that she was with child by this effete little shemale. Although it was far too early to be certain from physical evidence, Angie was certain that she had conceived. In the mirror strip on the head of the bed, little hindered by the water design on the reflective surface, Elaine could monitor every facial expression of her niece. The most thrilling quality to Marcia's expression was a certain startled innocence - the biological boy permeated with femininity, rapidly evolving into a most hedonistic young woman. The child-like, girlish cast of the features was wonderfully alive with the incredible wonder of being merged and melted with two other females in the most effeminate and womanly manner. The strong, firm shaft, penetrating the intimate depths of her rectum, stroked passionate feelings of feminine longing and receiving through her mind. Marcia felt so fulfilled - so complete. Her back arched and her breasts were swollen with desire. She felt like mother earth herself. Eve must have felt this way the first time that Adam knew her, Elaine thought. It was the swirl of mingled feelings of feminine receptivity and a sissy's ability to impregnate that fascinated Elaine. She was a vehement student of sexual phenomena, and the alchemy of a girl/boy allured her. She loved the seesaw effect of female/male sensation in her niece/nephew. Elaine could see that if she allowed Marcia to bond with Jim only, then the shemale would become a typical heterosexual female. But if she bred Marcia with other females constantly and simultaneously, she would create a unique sexual being. Elaine had never before seen just the unique sexual wrinkle in Angie's attitude. Her girlfriend was completely ecstatic over conception by a female! What kind of babies would come from a woman to woman conception? How would they think if they were fathered by a mother and mothered by a father? She imagined a whole new race of human beings bred by mothers with mothers. Wow! Very female, though technologically male. Very female, though physically female. Two babies were on the way. Angie's baby and Julie's baby. The possibilities were thrilling! Elaine knew couple after couple of females who hungered for a child of their own, but the thought of a male fathering the child, even by artificial insemination, was repellent to them. But ... what if ... the baby was fathered by a woman?? The word fathered didn't fit; a new word was needed. What if the baby was infeminated? Elaine thought about her first look at Marcia. Elaine's eyes had widened slightly at the appearance of Dorothy's child. She had expected a fairly convincing figure - after all, the boy was young, only fourteen, and youth went a long way in a soft, pretty face. But this ... young lady was more than a natural - she was lovely! An exquisite form, a graceful deportment. Such slender ankles and a regal neck. The face of youth and the voluptuous bosom and derriere of a very mature matron. Elaine, the connoisseur of sexually-desirable females, was more kindled than she had ever anticipated. She knew herself to be debauched with feminine desirability of every shade and hue, but the promise of a young woman with a masculine core roused the depths of her as nothing else had done. "Aunt Elaine!" the sweet thing had chirped, as she embraced her with feminine delicacy. It was hard to believe that she had been living as a female for only about a year. As they walked from the airport terminal, Elaine noticed that Marcia's eyes followed every woman and ignored every male. She had the eyes of a female virgin. Elaine noted every detail as it unfolded. She had deflowered many a virgin daughter of her female lovers. It caused a breathless coil of anticipation under her belly to imagine the wonder of her niece's eyes as she thrust forcefully and insatiably into the little puckered opening between the two soft, white pillows of those generous buttocks. The cries and gasps of exquisite response, so unanticipated and unsuspected. And after the newly-ex-virgin had shuddered to unknown heights of sexual gratification, to reach swiftly down the squeeze the strap-on which triggered the fire stream of spurting that went on and on - both ways. The more feminine the girl - the greater the awakening! To be ravished with all the potential of her lovely body and mind! The best she had ever deflowered were all like this. They were keenly aware of the nuances of the woman's world. Every feminine fibre was humming in shrewd intuition, bringing into conception new possibilities, new insights, new layers of awareness. They yielded orgasm from a depth that thrilled and gratified. "All this was true of Marcia," thought Elaine, as she tirelessly stroked in and out of her niece. "But the difference was the ability of this girl to impregnate another girl." The thought was so arousing to her that she felt another climax growing in her. Grasping the big strap-on penis in the middle as she buried the full length in the rectum of her niece, Elaine squeezed hard. She came with great gasps as the double-ended penis spurted female semen into her pussy and into the intestines of the lush shemale before her. As her body recovered from her stupendous climax, Elaine speculated on the market value of a lovely, feminine shemale's semen. Correction: her femen's semen.