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Lady Delancey
By Eugene Webber
Lady Delancey and Virginia watched as Daphne led Ronald outside. Lady
Delancey with relief, the same relief her grandmother-in-law had felt in
the Admiral's office. Virginia with apprehension, wondering if King
could keep it together now that he was with the transgendered woman he
found so despicable. Her thoughts were ended by Lady Delancey's hand
slithering into hers, their fingers intertwining. Virginia turned to
see Denise's beaming face, the sparkle in her eyes unmistakable. Out of
the corner of her eye she noticed that Deborah and Donna had resumed
their positions on the couch, texting on their cellphones. She let Lady
Delancey lead her out of the room.
The pair walked in silence upstairs to Lady Denise's bedroom. Once
inside, it was clear this was her bedroom, not hers and Sir Harold's.
The room was bathed in the electric blues and greens she loved, making
it seem like the inside of a Pacific lagoon. Denise closed the door as
she slipped one arm around Virginia, pulling her close. Virginia turned
into her, lowering her head to Denise's proffered lips. As they kissed,
Virginia stepped out of her pumps, lowering herself. Still, she was two
inches taller than Denise, a difference increased when Denise stepped
out of her 2-1/2 inch heels. Their tongues duelled as each unfastened
her own skirt, letting it drop to their ankles. They stepped out of the
material, breaking their kiss and looked at each other. Denise was
wearing full briefs. Virginia smiled.
"Always the lady, eh, Denise?"
Denise smiled knowingly. A lady always wears panties, and demure ones
at that. Even when she knows she won't being wearing them long. Her
mother had taught her that, and she had tried to teach that to her
daughters, even Daphne.
Virginia unfastened the jacket of her uniform as Denise removed her own
blouse, bra, and panties. Denise stepped back and watched as Virginia
removed her blouse to reveal her underwear: a long-line bra and high-
waisted open bottomed girdle with hip and butt padding, zippered down
both sides between the hip and butt pads. It looked like a padded
girdle from the 1950s. And like that era, this one had garters at the
bottom, to which Virginia's tan stockings were attached.
Virginia unzipped first one side, then the other, of the girdle, then
peeled the front panel down slowly. Denise marvelled as the panel
slowly revealed the 9" cock she had been longing for. She remembered
the first time Virginia had undressed in front of her, wondering why a
woman of Virginia's generation was wearing such an archaic garment.
Now, having watched this particular striptease often, she knew that the
front panel was also a gaff designed by a firm called Lily Marlene that
specialized in clothing for the transgendered. As Virginia had
explained, this girdle directed her rather large male member down and
back between her legs, giving her a presentable female shape without
binding her manhood. To truly look like a woman, walk like a woman, and
carry herself as a woman, it takes more than wearing women's clothing.
Anatomy does matter. For the transgendered, the clothing must be
designed to make them look both female and feminine, while for genetic
women, the clothing is meant to shape or hide.
Denise dropped to her knees, taking Virginia's cock in her hands, then
her mouth as Virginia unhooked the stockings from the garters. Denise
quickly moved her head forward, taking the first six inches in one
swallow. She pulled Virginia to her as she also moved her head back
until her lips met the base of the crown. She tightened her lips as the
first spurt erupted, then swallowed as each load filled her mouth. It
took several spurts and swallows for Virginia to finish. After the
third time, Denise looked up at her, remembering that lovingly looking
up at the face of the man she was sucking off did wonders for his ego.
Even if that he was a she.
Not that she was pretending. She truly enjoying sucking Virginia,
having done it several times whenever Virginia was on assignment in Gt.
Britain or Europe. They even manage to get together in Japan, Hong
Kong, other places. While Daphne was sucking off King in Athens, her
mother was doing the same to Virginia three floors above her. Now, as
Denise stared up in rapt adoration, worshipping Virginia as if she was a
goddess, Virginia was looking down in deep gratitude, enjoying one of
the best blow jobs she would ever get, knowing that the woman whose
mouth so pleasured her would soon be pleasuring that same cock with her
cunt.
Virginia gripped Denise's shoulder, pulling her to her feet. Traces of
cum gathered at the corner of Denise's mouth. Virginia licked one
corner, then traced her tongue over Denise's upper lip and cleaned the
other corner before tracing the bottom lip, ending in another sloppy
French kiss, their bodies pressing together. Getting aroused again,
Virginia broke the kiss.
"I need to cum inside you."
Denise went to the bed as Virginia unsnapped her stockings and pushed
the girdle down her legs. By this time Denise was on her back, her legs
splayed, revealing the very hairy pussy Virginia longed to eat. As
Virginia unzipped her bra, her cock came to attention, eliciting a wide
smile from Denise. Virginia removed the bra, revealing the C-cup
breasts attached to her chest. Denise sighed, always amazed that the
prosthesis looked so real, in shape and in color, even in feel. She
opened her arms and brought her knees up to her chest.
Virginia accepted the invitation. She sunk into Denise in one practiced
fluid motion. Denise wrapped herself around Virginia as Virginia began
riding her, her cock easing in and out. Denise tightened her cunt
around Virginia's cock, having a mini-orgasm whenever Virginia's balls
caress her ass. Virginia frenched her again, letting their tongues duel
as their groins played hide and seek. They settled into a rhythm,
Virginia knowing she could last ten or more minutes having cum in
Denise's mouth. By the time that window was reached, Lady Delancey's
legs were pointing toward the ceiling, her hands were gripping the
sheets, and her pussy was vibrating around and clutching in spasms the
cock shooting seed into her. Virginia collapsed on top her her,
enjoying every spasm, shiver, shake, and sensation Denise's body was
giving.
They lay like that for nearly as long as they had thrusted at each other
before Virginia pulled out and rolled over on her back. Denise turned
to her and traced the border between Virginia's skin and where her
breasts were attached, her tongue being one of the few means Denise had
to determine where Virginia ended and the attachment began. Denise
licked her way to Virginia's navel, then headed south. Virginia looked
down her body, watching Denise's pasty whiteness descending down her own
cafe-au-lait body to her cum-coated cock. She felt without seeing
Denise's mouth on her, cleaning her of both their juices.
Virginia waited until Denise had licked her shaft and cockhead entirely
before guiding the Englishwoman back to her face. They frenched again,
Denise laying on top, her cunt smearing jism along Virginia's thigh.
Virginia reached between them, fingering Denise's cunt, getting her
fingers gooey, then bringing them to her lips.
"Let me clean you," she asked.
Denise pushed herself up on her elbows. Virginia had never eaten cum
from her pussy. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"How do you want me?" Denise asked, not certain what position she should
take.
"Ride my face."
Denise scampered over Virginia, leaving a trail of cum drops on her
stomach and breasts before smearing the transgendered woman's face.
Virginia had eaten pussy as Tremaine and as Virginia, but this was her
first creampie. It was not the first such pie Denise had delivered. On
more than one occasion she had presented her husband with this dessert,
including a few times from Virginia. On the last two occasions, it was
after Virginia had fucked her while Sir Harold watched. Denise had
always been ambivalent about it. Sure, she enjoyed the pleasure of a
tongue delving and rooting in her cunt, especially when done well. And
Sir Harold ate pussy very well. But there was also a large degree of
humiliation in the act, removing another man's seed from her cunt with
his tongue, his face where another man's dick and balls had been.
Virginia gripped Denise's anal cheeks, pressing her into the trannie's
face, giuding her as the Englishwoman rode the American's tongue.
Except for the added substance of her own seed, Virginia found that
eating a creamy cunt no different than eating one wet with anticipation.
She scoured Denise's folds, eliciting several orgasms. Denise gripped
the headboard and began riding Virginia's face in earnest, achieving
repeated orgasms. Only when she thought she could stand no more did she
push away and lay on her back, breathing heavily.
Virginia turned on her side to watch Denise in afterglow. Denise turned
towards Virginia, her breath gradually cumming under control, now
realizing that all of Virginia's make-up was gone.
"That was wonderful, Ginny. But why?"
"I thought about Sir Harold eating you after we've made love. ..."
Denise closed her eyes at the phrase "made love."
Virginia continued, "You liked being eaten that way. I am jealous. I
want to give you pleasure in every way you enjoy it. I don't want to
know that there is a way to please you that another does to you that I
haven't done to you, that I haven't done to please you."
Denise opened her eyes and turned to Virginia, kissing her cum-slicked
face. "You can never not give me pleasure, Ginny. Anything you want
from me, anyway you want me, you know I'm yours."
Virginia returned her kisses. "And I'm yours, Denise."
Just then the musical ring tone on Denise's cell phone rang. It took
her nearly a full minute to retrieve it. She frowned at the text.
"Staff needs to know about dinner arrangements."
Virginia sat up, swinging her legs over the edge. "Yeah, I better get
to my room too. ... And check up on King. You think he and Daphne have
returned?"
###
Daphne came out of her bathroom with a wet wash cloth and towel. She
sat between Ron's legs and wiped him clean, then dried him. She stared
directly at Ron when she finished, firmly holding his now shrunken dick
in her bare left hand, her right hand resting on his thigh, the edges of
her talons barely grazing his nut sack. With the light of the afternoon
streaming through the windows, they both assessed each other.
Ron saw an effeminate man. With make-up, her hair dolled up, dressed as
a woman, with bad lighting and alcohol, Ron could see her as a young and
pretty woman. But her make-up was gone, except for the telltale traces.
Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, giving Ron a masculine
view of her face. The spa robe she was wearing did give her a feminine
look, especially since it revealed her feminine legs and nothing else in
that region. But the afternoon sunlight was harsh; it would have been
uncomplimentary to a genetic woman. On Daphne, it highlighted those
facial features which a woman does not have, or which she uses make-up
to hide. And Ron was stone, cold sober.
"Ron," Daphne began, slightly tightening her grip. "We need to come to
some understandings. I'm a sissy. I accept myself as a sissy. I
didn't when we were in Athens. Neither did Great-grand-ma-ma. I don't
know what Great-grand-ma-ma is up to, having you come here. I suspect
she's made a mistake about you and me. She makes lots of mistakes about
me," Daphne said, wistfully.
"But you are here, as my boyfriend. That means you will ... and I mean
will ... shag me at least every other day. This is the last time we
have sex bareback. From now on, you will ... repeat, will ... wear a
condom. If you don't have one, speak with Ginny ..."
"Ginny?" Ron inquired.
"Oh, yes. ... Virginia. I forget you Yanks are into full names."
Daphne rejoined. "Ginny has a special relationship with this family.
Very special. Anyway, she's very familiar with me ... and with sissies.
Oh ... yes. I must be honest with you, Ronnie, so don't take this
badly. Shagging is the same as what you Yanks' call fucking. It is the
strictly physical side of sex. But it's not making love. For a
straight guy, you shag ass pretty well. But a guy whose into sissies
does a lot more to me than ream my ass. I don't expect you to make love
to me. All you have to do is always have condoms on you and be able to
shag me at least every other day. That's it.
"Now, as your girlfriend, it's my duty ... repeat, duty ... to keep you
sexually satisfied. That means sucking your cock daily, which I fully
intend on doing, even when we don't fuck. It means always being
available to you sexually, so if you really need to shag, I'm always
available. Luckily, I'm never on the rag." Daphne giggled to herself
at this.
"Whenever you need female companionship, you're to come to me. Not just
sexually. Whenever you need something young and pretty on your arm,
it's me. I shan't disappoint you, trust me. I'm a very pretty woman.
You are expressly not ... never ... to be with either of my sisters,
especially Donna. That bitch will have you either in her mouth or her
cunt 24/7, as you Yanks say. I don't know what Great-grand-ma-ma has
planned socially. She and Ma-ma always have something. So you will be
the handsome hunk whose arm I'm decorating." Daphne released him while
running her nails gently across his balls. "So, unless you need another
shag, I think you should go to your room. I'll check to see which one
it is." Daphne picked up her cell phone and texted something into it.
"Downstairs, turn left and down the hall. I understand one of your Navy
people will be waiting for you."
###
As Ron stepped out of Daphne's bedroom he was shocked and surprised to
see Virginia also leaving a room a few doors down. She had her back to
him, so when Lady Delancey leaned out and the two embraced and kissed,
it was Lady Delancey who saw him first. She quickly broke the kiss.
"Why hello, Ronald," she smiled graciously as a surprised Virginia
turned to face him. "Is Daphne alright?"
"Uh, ... yes ma'am," Ron stammered.
Virginia smiled at him, then turned and gave Denise a quick peck on the
lips before letting her close her door.
"Know where your room is, Ron?" Virginia asked as if she'd just come
from an empty room or the restroom.
"Uh ... downstairs, turn left and down the hall?"
"Come with me. We have rooms next to each other."
They made the short trip down the one flight and down the hallway in
silence. Ron couldn't help but notice how dishevelled Virginia's
clothes were, and that there was a distinct air of cunt wafting from
her. At their rooms was a petty officer, waiting by Ron's room. He
saluted as they approached. Virginia returned the salute.
"P. O., never salute us again, understand?" she admonished. He didn't
understand, but he knew how to follow orders. He didn't know that he
would never see the two of them in uniform again. "You're dismissed,"
she finished. He reflexively started to salute, caught himself, then
turned and walked away.
She turned to Ron, gesturing to his door. "Should be open."
Ron turned the handle and pushed the door open. He entered followed by
Virginia. The room was standard quarters. Almost. The bed was a
double bed, not a twin. The furnishings were early 20th century, not
naval/governmental industrial. Wooden chest-of-drawers, wooden dresser
with cheval mirror on top, nightstands on either side of the bed, one-
pedestal desk with laptop, and phone, the only incongruous items in the
room. Virginia went over to one of the two doors in addition to the
door they had entered, opened it, showing a rack of civilian clothing.
"The closet, dresser, and chest of drawers are full of all the clothing
you should need while you're here. Your Navy gear is in the back of the
closet, as you packed them. You're a preppie, in case you want to know
how to dress. Any questions, see me." She walked over to the desk,
flipped up the top of the laptop, typed something into it. The monitor
lit up, then the prompt screen came up. Virginia typed in a code, then
hit the enter key. A password window opened. "Type in a password, Ron,
at least twelve characters, no more than twenty, five of them numbers."
Ron came over and complied.
"Never turn it off, never close it. Any messages from the Admiral you
don't get from me you'll get from the laptop. Only the Admiral or me
will contact you through the laptop. I'll do it at least twice a day,
morning and night. I'll wake you up and put you to bed. Think of me as
your mother." Virginia regretted saying it as soon as the words were
out of her mouth. "Oops, sorry, Ron, really, really sorry." She
placed a comforting hand on his shoulder "It was a slip. It'll not
happen again."
Ron turned and looked, surprised himself at her compassion. His parents
had been killed in a car crash when he was three, and he had been raised
by his maternal grandparents, their only grandchild. Of course Virginia
knew this, and Ron knew Virginia knew. That meeting in the Admiral's
office was evidence of that. But this was the first sign she'd given of
being anything but the coolly efficient naval officer he'd met earlier
that day. Except that doorway kiss with Lady Delancey. A compassionate
dyke. Who'da thunk it?
"No offense taken, Virginia, " he assured her. "Nice to know you know I
have feelings. ... and you do, too." He also noticed that with her
make-up smeared nearly off, there was a slight masculine look to her.
He quickly dismissed it as her being a lesbian and a female Navy
officer.
Virginia squeezed his shoulder and went through the second door, which
was the bathroom he shared with her room, to his surprise.
###
Ron had just come out of the shower when he saw the flashing icon
indicating that he had mail. Without bothering to dry off he padded
over to the laptop, picked up the mouse and clicked on the email icon.
"Dinner at 7:00 p.m., casual attire. Try oxfords, socks, chinos,
button-down dress shirt, no tie, no blazer or suit coat. See you at the
dining room. Virginia"
Ron moved the cursor to 'Delete' but changed it to 'Reply.' "Condoms?"
He then dried off and dressed as Virginia had suggested. A few minutes
to 7:00 there was a knock on the bathroom door. Opening it, he saw
Virginia dressed in a nondescript shirtdress, her make-up and hair done
to perfection, looking like the junior miss she wanted to present. She
held out a large box of assorted condoms.
"This should do you," she smiled. "I'll meet you at the top of the
stairs." She then closed the door.
Ron placed the box on the dresser and left, closing the door behind him.
He reflexively reached for keys, then realized he'd never been given
any. At the stairway he asked, "Don't I need keys?"
"No," she replied. "The only people going into your room will be you,
me, and the maid service. If there is anyone else in there, without
your permission, you have my permission to shoot them."
Ron looked at her, not sure whether that last part was a joke or not.
Virginia started down the stairs; Ron followed.
The dining hall was near the kitchen, as expected, but not directly
connected to it. A separate dining room interposed, and was used to
gather the food for presentation, and for the removal of plates,
flatware, glasses. The dining table was set with six places: Lady
Delancey at one end, Virginia at the other, the two sisters on one side,
Daphne and Ron opposite them. Deborah and Donna was seated when Ron and
Virginia entered. Daphne was waiting for Ron; she wouldn't sit until he
held her chair for her. Denise and Virginia took their places and also
sat. The meal was served by staff, standard fare.
Denise asked Ron, "Young man, could you tell me about yourself?"
Ron looked at Virginia nervously, then at Denise. "Not much to tell,
Lady Delancey. Born in Massachusetts, went to school there, was part of
the Navy ROTC program, graduated, joined the Navy. That's it."
"ROTC?" she inquired.
"Reserve Officers Training Corps," Virginia interrupted. "We train many
of our future officers in our armed services as part of their college
education. They then have to serve several years on active duty. We
get college-educated officers, the young people have the government pay
part of their college expenses. In time of peace, we don't have to
maintain a large complement of officers, yet in time of war we have a
deep pool of officers to draw on. Win-Win for everyone."
"Oh," Denise said. "I guess that has its advantages. The Delanceys
have been in service to the Crown since William III. The first notable
Delancey was a pikeman in his service. The pikeman's grandson was the
first officer, fought at Blenheim under Marlboro. There's been a
Delancey ..."
"in every war the Empire has fought since then. ..." Daphne, Deborah and
Donna said in unison.
Denise scowled at her daughters. "Family heritage is nothing to be
taken lightly, young ladies!"
"Well, this generation of Delancey's is not going to be fighting any
imperial wars," Daphne smile sweetly at her mother.
Denise turned back to Ron. "You said you were born in ...
Massachusetts? When did your family leave China?"
At this Ron's eyes flamed. "Lady Delancey, I am Korean, not Chinese.
Both my parents and three of my grandparents were born in America. We
are all Americans. ... Korean-Americans."
Denise looked at Virginia, then her daughters, all four of whom were
smiling at her faux pas. Virginia broke the tension.
"Denise, when did your family come to England?"
Denise got the message. "As you know, Ginny, my grandparents were
refugees from the Nazis." She looked at Ron, "I'm sorry, Ronnie. Not
being English, yet being part of an old English family makes one adhere
to a heritage not strictly one's own. I apologize if I have offended
you."
Ron stood. "Apology accepted, Lady Delancey. Now, if you will excuse
me, I have papers to go over." He looked at Virginia, hoping she would
back up his lie.
"You're excused only if you call me Denise, not Lady Delaney," Denise
said, trying to recover her ground.
"Only if you insist, Lady Delancey," Ron replied. "But I find it very
difficult to address one as gracious and refined as you without using
the word 'lady.' "
Well played, thought Virginia, as well as the other three. Daphne took
his hand in hers and squeezed it affectionately.
"Thank you, Ronnie. And I do insist." Denise answered.
"And please call me Ron ... or Ronald ... Denise." He nodded to
everyone at the table, ending with Virginia. "I do really have to get
at those papers."
Virginia nodded, indicating to the others that Ron really had to leave.
Before he could go, Daphne pulled him down and gave him a light kiss on
the lips. Straightening, Ron turned and left.
"Cute and strong. Well done, sister dear," Donna quipped. "If I
thought he was straight, I might fall in love with him myself."
Daphne looked daggers at her sister. I'll never let you get your claws
into him, you vixen," she thought. Problem was, she wasn't interested
in him either. How to get rid of him without hurting him, yet deny him
to her sister. Daphne looked at Virginia, wondering if she would be
able to discuss her dilemma with the woman who had become her mentor.
Deborah spoke up, looking at Virginia. "So, Great-grand-ma-ma has
gotten Ronny for Daphne, and you for mummy. What about Donna and me?"
Virginia turned to the two sisters, not sure what to say. "First,
Deborah, your great-grandmother did not 'get' me for your mother.
Denise and I ... appreciate each other. Your great-grandmother has ...
an agenda, as we say in the Navy, for after she's gone ... Well, as
Louie Catorce is rumored to have said, 'Apre moi, le deluge.' I've only
been given enough information to assist this branch of the family until
the family reunion ..."
"Family reunion!" the three younger women chimed.
"Yes, girls," Denise added. "You should know, your Aunt Beryl will be
here by this weekend."
"Aunt Beryl!" all three moaned in unison.
Denise sighed. "Yes, Beryl ... and your great-grandmother ... and your
father." This last addition she said with a lilt. "And there will be
parties every weekend while we're here." She looked at her daughters.
"People who you all know. I'm quite sure," she looked at Deborah in
dismay, "your ... needs ... will be met then."
Virginia looked around the table at three very disappointed young women,
and a less than happy mother. "I better help Ron with that paperwork,"
she said, rising.
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