Meri Chudai Ki Dastaan 8211 Part XXV 8211 Sagar Kinare Chut Pukare
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Chapter 2
I climbed to the front of my van and drove to my small apartment on the
edge of town. I have a two-room over a store front. The parking area
behind my place is a mud pit most of the year, but I do have a nice view
of the Ticanite, a small river, behind my house. It's not a great
apartment, but not really bad either. While a pot of coffee perked, I
dialed Jena's number.
"Hi," she said. It was so wonderful to hear her happy voice. "Long time
no see."
"Last night was nice," I said.
"You weren't upset that we didn't go further?"
"Not all," I said. "I'm so glad I could please you."
"Thanks for that. I'm a bit sensitive there and get aroused very easily
if someone does that to my breasts. And Keith would never have said, in
a million years, 'I'm so glad I could please you.'"
"When do you work next?"
"Sunday night," Jena said.
"Me, too."
"Maybe we could see each other tonight."
I asked, "Do you want to go out to eat or for some drinks?"
"If you want, but I was thinking that maybe you could come over here."
By now I had my jeans off and poured a coffee in my pantyhose, panties,
and shirt. I often do that - wear a man's shirt with panties around the
house. I think women look so sexy when women do that.
"That would be terrific," I said. "I'm getting tired of the bars."
"Me, too."
We were silent for a moment. Then she said, "This is really weird."
"What do you mean?"
"Spending the night with you after we've been working together for the
last four years."
That's when the paper hired me. Jena worked at the paper since
graduating from college with a journalism degree. I had an associate's
degree in English and thought I snowed them in my interview. I later
found out that they actually picked me over more qualified candidates
because I, with my limited writing experience, was more likely to stay
with the newspaper.
"I don't think it's weird. I mean, we've always got along. You've been
helping me out and showing me the ropes for years."
"And it's kind of happening fast. I like what's happening, but I'm
worried that I'm just on the rebound."
"We can take it slow. I don't mind," I lied. I wanted a fast and furious
pace.
"So tonight at my place at seven?"
"At seven," I repeated
"Kisses."
"Kisses."
I arrived at Jena's double-wide trailer on a small lot on the out skirts
of town, several miles from my apartment, at seven. Basically, she lived
out in the middle of nowhere, up a long dirt driveway and into the
woods. Before anyone starts chuckling about trailers, trailer trash, and
all that, in reality, trailers are very viable living accommodations in
rural areas. A double wide is a step up from a trailer.
I parked at knocked on the door. It door swung open and Jena stood
smiling at me wearing black slacks and white blouse that was unbutton
enough to show her ample cleavage. She took my hand and pulled me toward
her and we kissed.
"Mmmm," she whispered. "You are such a good kisser."
"Thanks," I grinned.
Jena handed me a beer and we sat in the living room. The place was very
well kept with plants everywhere. We talked. We talked about everything
and it felt so free and natural and why not. We had known each other for
years.
Finally, after a couple of hours, Jena began to unbutton her blouse
showing her large white bra.
"I hope you don't mind, but I want you to do to me what you did last
night. I've been thinking about it all day."
She unclasped her bra and tossed it on the floor. I leaned forward to
kiss Jena's lips, but she only allowed me to do that briefly before she
pushed my head down to her breast. After about fifteen minutes, she
moaned loudly and had an orgasm. I reached to her slacks and unzipped
them.
"No," she said, "I can't have you in me this early in our relationship."
"We don't have to," I said. "I just want you touch you down there."
Jena relented. I stood pulled her slacks down and took them off. She
wore white bikinis with yellow, blue, and green stripes trimmed in pink
lace. The bikinis were a size or two too small for her as they cut into
the flesh of her wide hips.
I sat back down as she leaned back filling up the sofa, her large
spilled over her chest. I began kissing her nipples and rubbed the
crotch of her panties. Jena moaned. I then slid my hand under her
panties - completely shaved - and found her slit. I rubbed her clit,
manipulating it with my finger.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Don't stop."
I alternated rubbing Jena's clitoris and inserting my fingers in her
vagina for twenty-five minutes until she had four orgasms and pushed my
hand away. I still kissed and caressed her breast, making her body
twitch until she pushed me away again.
"That was incredible," she said breathing heavily.
After catching her breath, she said coyly, snuggling up to me, "Is there
something you want me to do for you?"
"Sure," I said.
She stood and leaned over me. Jena's large breasts hung down amazingly.
She unsnapped my jeans, pulled them down, and I kicked them off. I wore
male briefs. Then Jena knelt down on her knees, leaning forward over my
thighs as if waiting for the prize. I reached out and caressed her
large ass sticking up. Jena, with a large smile, reached up and slid
down my underwear. The smile disappeared.
"Ohhh," she sighed. "It's..."
This is where, if this was a movie, the cameras would be spinning around
me and this would be the point where everything collapsed and ended. I
would plummet into a downward spiral - figuratively and literally.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Oh, no," she apologized, looking up at me, "I'm sorry. I was just a
little surprised. I...I thought you would be hard, too."
"Well, I've been concentrating so much on you," I said.
We both looked down at my soft cock lying on a small mound of public
hair.
"You were expecting something bigger weren't you?"
"I'm so sorry," she said. She seemed very remorseful. "It's just that
you are tall and I just was expecting..,Well, you know."
"A bigger cock?"
"Yes, but no man has ever made me feel the way you just made me feel.
That was all so incredible, so it doesn't matter how big you are."
She reached her hand around my cock like a fist to jerk me off, but her
hand covered all my cock. Next, she took it between her index and thumb
and rubbed me.
"How does this feel?" she asked.
"Good."
Jena did this for a few minutes before leaning in and taking my still
soft cock into her mouth. Her breasts covered my thighs. That felt
incredible. She held it between her lips and licked it with her tongue.
She tried to slide her lips up and down, but it kept falling out. Jena
tightened her grip with her lips, stretching my cock as she pulled up.
Then she stopped and sat back frustrated.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "You made me feel so good and now I'm not
pleasing you."
"You are," I said. "It feels good. I'm just nervous, I guess."
And all she was doing did feel good, but I wasn't getting hard.
"Do you want me to keep trying?"
"Sure," I smiled nervously.
This time she knelt between my legs, leaned forward, place her lip over
my cock and against my pubic bone. She rolled my little cock around in
her mouth with her tongue. She did this for about five minutes,
occasionally looking up at me so fucking sexily with her brown eyes.
Then she pulled away.
"You're getting excited," she said. "I can taste your cum oozng out,"
Then she did something that totally amazed me. She held it between her
thumb and finger and begin to lick the underside of my cock. I leaned
back and closed my eyes. This was so incredible. I thought about someday
dressing up for Jena - maybe being her French maid or sexy slut - while
she licked me. This was like fantasizing about crossdressing and
masturbating, but with someone doing it for me.
Then I started to get hard.
"There we go," she said.
Soon my three-quarters of inch soft cock hardened to close to four
inches. Jena began sucking on it and alternated stroking it with her
fist.
"Do you what to cum on my breasts?" she asked.
"Yes!" I said quickly. I immediately pictured my cum running down her
breasts, pooling in her cleavage.
"Or would you like to cum on my face?" Jena winked as she continued to
stroke my cock.
"Seriously?"
"I will on one condition," she grinned dangerously. "You lick it off my
face."
"Okay," I said.
"Seriously? I was actually just kidding. I didn't think you would do
it," Jena said.
Over the years, like most crossdresser have, I've tasted my own cum.
I've even pulled my legs over my head and given myself a self-facial.
Two things I have never done, however, were coming on a woman's face and
eating my cum in front of someone.
Jena returned to sucking my cock before handing it over to me.
"Come on my face," she smiled. "I really want to see you lick it up."
I began to stroke my cock. She close her eyes and mouth tightly. It
didn't take long before streams of cum hit her lips, chin, nose, and
cheek.
When I stopped, she opened her mouth and said, "Now lick it up?"
I leaned forward and licked her nose, chin, cheeks and lips.
"That doesn't bother you?" she asked.
"Well, I figure you already tasted my cum and, if things go well with
our relationship, you might be doing more of that, so why shouldn't I
mind?"
"That was very hot," she said as she stood up and straddled my waist and
leaned forward kissing me. "Was that a one-time deal or will you do it
again for me?"
"Anytime you want?" I said.
We snuggled naked on the sofa under a blanket.
"You need to hold my ass to keep me from falling off the sofa."
"No problem."
I held her large bottom as she kept playing with my little soft cock.
"I hope I didn't upset you with my initial reaction," Jena said, kissing
my lips, still fondling me. "I love playing with a soft penis and yours
is so cute."
Cute isn't what a guy wants to hear, but it was better than I heard in
the past. There have been women who outright laughed when they saw the
size of my cock and others got up and left. One woman was pissed. "Are
you fucking serious? Are you fucking serious?"
Jena told me how she didn't expect me to be willing to lick cum off her
face because she really didn't like men coming on her face. She said it
was humiliating, but when I agreed she felt she had to.
"You never have to," I said. "We don't have to do it again."
She kissed me.
"Thanks, but if I let you cum on my breasts will you still lick it off?"
"If that's what you want me to do," I said.
"I do."
Those words sounded so awesome. I do. I could see it down the line.
"Jena, do you take Alex as you lawfully wedded husband?" "I do."
"Keith would order me to let him cum on my face. I guess I wanted him to
love me so much. It's so humiliating."
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do with me."
"I really enjoy being with you. You are so different from Keith."
We eventually made it to her bedroom and fell asleep together.
In the morning as we were waking, without saying a word, Jena placed my
hand between her legs and pulled my head to her breasts. She hit another
four orgasms before pushing me away.
"A girl could get use to this."
She began rubbing my cock and I became hard much quicker.
"Morning wood," I chuckled.
"Wanna try something else?" she asked.
"Sure."
Jena rolled over on her back and asked me to fuck her tits. I straddled
her chest and placed my cock between her huge, soft tits. She squeezed
them together. I started to slide myself back and forth.
Even at nearly four inches, my cock kept falling out of the base of her
breasts, frustrating me. This had happened before with another woman,
but I hoped it wouldn't happen again.
"Oh, don't worry," Jena soothed. "Just because we can't do that with
your little winkie doesn't mean that we can have other fun."
When I rolled over, she saw I was soft again. She grinned and began to
rub me. I think she was realizing the power she had over me - much like
the power Keith held over her.
"Do you want me to suck you?"
"Yes," I said.
"Say please."
"Please suck my cock."
Again she pressed her lips against my pubic bone, holding my cock
between her lips and flicking her tongue over it. Then she licked
underneath my cock as I leaned back, closed my eyes, and thought of
serving Jena in a French maid uniform.
When she stopped, I was hard. She rolled over on her back.
"Come on my tits and lick it up."
When I finished licking her breasts clean, Jena noticed the time.
"I need to get to my parents for lunch. I'm going to jump in the
shower."
A few minutes later, she walked into the bedroom with her magnificent
large body dripping.
"You can stay if you want. Make yourself at home. I'm going to be back
at about three. If you go, can you come back? I'd like to go to work
with you."
I watched her dress. A smooth underwire white bra with a floral lace
pattern, slightly worn with a three-hook closure. I enjoyed watching her
slide her breasts into the cups. Next? Blue stretch cotton briefs. Then
jeans and an orange sweater. She looked much better in slacks than
jeans. The jeans made her butt and hips seem larger than they were.
She leaned over and kissed me.
"There's food in the refrigerator. Help yourself. Make yourself at
home," she repeated. "I want you to feel at home here."
She began to leave then stopped. She pulled down the blanket covering
me.
"I just wanted to see your little winkie again." She leaned forward and
kissed the tip of my cock. She stood over me and smiled. "I know you're
self-conscious about your little winkie, but I would never judge a man
by his size, especially one that makes me feel as wonderful as you do.
And I hope you don't mind that we haven't gone all the way. It will
happen eventually. Don't worry."
She kissed me again and rubbed my shriveled cock.
"And if I tease you about your little winkie it's because I like you a
lot and it is fun. And I think you like it, too. You like me being in
charge, don't you?"
"Yes," I said smiling.
"I like that, too. Do you like me teasing you?"
"Yes," I grinned.
"Good. I thought so."
She gave my little winkie another kiss and then kissed my lips.
"I just want to be with you more and more," she winked and disappeared.
I showered, holding back my natural impulse to look through Jena's
clothing, but I thought that maybe if she forgot something and came
back, I wouldn't get caught. I dried myself off and walked into the
bedroom. At first, I decided to pretend this was my room and my clothes.
I opened the top drawer of the dresser and found bras and panties. They
were piled in randomly, not folded, the way I like to see it. No way
would Jena be able to know that I looked through her clothes. God, her
bras were huge. I found a white lace one, hooked the clasp around my
chest, spun it around, and slipped my arms through the straps. This felt
great.
I picked out white nylon/cotton briefs with scalloped lace on the sides.
I picked these out because they were several like them. If I had an
"accident," I could take them home and she wouldn't miss them. I slipped
them on. I love the look of my small bulge in the briefs that was a bit
too big for me. I ran my hands up my legs, over the panties, then my
waist and the bra. This was so fucking hot.
I tried on business suits, dresses, pencil skirts, and blouses. I tried
on her lingerie: babydolls, chemises, and I hit the jackpot with some
vintage wear like the stuff I've seen on the Secret in Lace website. She
had bullet bras, waist cinchers, garterbelts, and girdles. Here shoes
even fit me.
Wow!
I pranced around. I pretend to be sexy and hot like Jena. I pretend I
was on a job interview and I showed too much leg in front of her full
length mirror. I pretend I had to attend the interview in a blouse - no
slacks - just panties and garterbelt and hose.
I headed home and changed before heading back to Jena's place. I drove
up her driveway to find her exiting her car.
"Perfect timing," Jena said as she gave me a hug and a kiss.
We walked in and had some time to kill so we watched a little
football...and we made out a little as well.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you at my parent's house," Jena said.
"My body tingled whenever I thought about you. You have such magical
fingers."
"I do what I can," I laughed.
"That you do. I was wondering what you were doing tonight. That maybe?"
"Maybe I could come over after work?"
"That's what I was thinking," she said.
"I grabbed an extra set of clothes before I left."
"Great minds think alike," Jena said.
That night we couldn't keep our eyes off each other and Sunday night are
like a night off. We really don't have many local stories, so we just
paste Associated Press stories in place. The sports guys had very little
to report on because the local football games were all on Friday night.
Of course, I had no meetings to report on.
We left early and headed back to her place. We left at different times
so our coworkers would suspect anything. It wasn't that we wouldn't
eventually tell everyone, but why submit to that pressure. Coworkers can
be real assholes when it comes to workplace relationships.
Jena left before me, so when I arrived her porch light was on. I
knocked, but there was no answer. I walked in. There was a night light
on in the kitchen, and I could see a light on in the bedroom. I walked
in to find her under the covers. I quickly disrobed and joined her.
Heaven.
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