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Gradually I became aware of my surroundings. I began to sense the cool slipperiness of the sumptuous satin sheets surrounding my body, scintillating my skin like a million tiny silken fingers. Groggily, I stretched my prone body, enjoying the luscious almost liquid feeling of my satiny surroundings. My eyes opened to find the cavernous bedroom bathed dimly in the soft light spilling through the tightly shuttered plantation blinds. I moved my arm to the right, reaching for my gorgeous transgendered lover from the night before. Finding only more piles of silken sheets, I rolled on my side, looking for Auntie Rolanda, but she had vanished. I twisted gently onto my back again and looked up. In the vast silvery mirror above my head, a youthful face looked back at me, framed with the sparkling diamond earrings still comfortably clinging to my earlobes. I moved my head slowly and enjoyed the movement of the twinkling adornments in the mirror. As ridiculous as my reflection might have appeared to a casual observer, I luxuriated in the implicit androgyny of it. I slid my hand down to my crotch, quickly verifying that I hadn't dreamed it. The royal blue satin panties still caressed my buttocks and the elasticized genitalia openings gently gripped the girth of my flaccid prick and emptied balls. The sensation was blissfully arousing, and as I thought of the torrid sex, my cock began to stiffen involuntarily. I couldn't resist stroking it a couple of times. Before I had the time to fully replay the wonderful events of the previous night, I heard the muffled sound of a toilet flushing. A few moments later, the door to the water closet swung soundlessly open, revealing Rolanda as she turned to hang her douching apparatus on its wall hook. She swung gracefully around and noticed that her young protoge' was awake. She smiled and walked back into the boudoir. She had changed her lingerie and shoes again. Now she wore a long brocaded emerald green and blue satin robe. On her delicate feet she wore a lovely pair of blue calf Springolator mules, trimmed with delicate tubular gold piping. As she walked toward the bed, I could hear the electrifying "slap-slap" of the shoes against the bottoms of her dainty feet, the elastic of the Springolators forcing the inner soles of the sexy shoes to spring back audibly against her high arches. "Sleep well, Darling?" she purred as she gracefully seated herself on my side of the bed. She had removed the kid gloves and I could now see beautifully applied medium length red-painted false nails gracing her fingertips. Her makeup had been renewed to perfection. Bright blue eyes peeked out from under those outrageously sexy lashes, fixing me with an affectionate but knowing gaze. She was enjoying the adoring look on my still sleepy face. She reached to my shoulder and began to softly caress my receptive torso, working her way to my moderately muscled chest, and playfully tweaking my nipple between her fingernails. I rolled my eyes back as a little wave of pleasure invaded my central nervous system. "Yes, Auntie Rolanda, I slept like the proverbial log." "Good, Baby Doll, so did I. Great sex has a way of doing that for you," she winked at me. She shifted slightly and reached for the pack of Virginia Slims on the bedside table. She gracefully removed a cigarette from the box, perching it femininely, near the very ends of her long slender index and middle fingers, while her ring finger and pinky curled back perfectly against the milky whiteness of her palm. Her gaze never left my eyes, staring deeply into my soul, perhaps looking for a hint of regret about the previous evening's life-altering events. Seeing none, she extended the elegantly packaged Virginia Slims box to me. "Thank you, but I don't smoke," I laughed. "Well you did last night," she cooed, "like a perfectly naughty little bitch." I nodded ruefully and accepted a cigarette for myself. Auntie picked up the gold Dunhill and flicked its tiny flame to life with a satisfying click. I femininely placed the filter to my lips and looked into her eyes appreciatively as she extended the flame. I drew the minty smoke into my mouth and inhaled it deeply, enjoying the dawn of my second day as a femme smoker. Rolanda watched approvingly, then gracefully lit her own, leaving her now familiar red stain "trademark" from her freshly reapplied lipstick. I marveled at the erotic beauty of her flawlessly madeup face, as she exhaled a creamy plume of smoke above my still prone body. She picked up a sparkling fresh clean crystal ashtray from the table and placed it on the sheets between us. We smoked wordlessly as she continued to caress me with her extremely soft hands and look deeply into my still sleep filled eyes. "Coffee, Sweetheart?" she asked. "Oh, please, Auntie, I would love some. Would you like me to make us some?" She gave me a raised eyebrow look that said, "Guests don't make their own coffee, in my house!" Then she pushed an unobtrusive little button on the side of the end table. "No, Darling," she murmured, "I'll get it." She continued to sit elegantly, her lovely stocking-clad legs crossed femininely like the reigning queen she was, and inhaled another ball of delicious smoke. She glanced down at my satin encased body and slowly reached under the sheet to gently squeeze my half erect penis. I twitched. She smiled to herself, remembering the frantic fucking and our stupendous simultaneous orgasms of only a few hours before. A moment later, I heard a gentle knock on the closed bedroom door. "Come in, Lisa," Auntie spoke more forcefully over her lovely satin- draped shoulder. The door glided open, revealing a sight I will never forget. "Lisa" strolled purposefully into the room, pushing an inlaid wood Italianate coffee service trolley before her. She was, like Rolanda, somewhat petite for a feminized man, perhaps 5'6" in her stocking feet, I estimated, although she was wearing a pair of five inch black patent leather classic pumps that made her seem taller. She was clad in the perfect fetishist's rendition of a French maid's fantasy uniform. It was made of heavy shimmering black satin, tastefully trimmed in dazzling white satin and delicate lace. The short full skirt was flounced out around her gorgeous legs by countless layers of white silken and taffeta petticoats which rustled audibly as she made her way to the bed. Lisa had an unforgettably lovely face, heavily made up with impeccable foundation upon which hot pink blusher, dark smoky eye shadow, and bright red lipstick had been painstakingly applied. Her false eyelashes were not as obvious and outrageous as Rolanda's, but they accentuated her dark brown eyes deliciously. Lisa was careful not to look at us, and kept her pretty eyes submissively downcast as she rolled the wheeled table with its sterling silver coffee service over to us. Her semi- curly brunette wig was subtly highlighted with nearly invisible streaks of honey blonde, all in a svelte updo, invitingly baring her slender neck and narrow shoulders. Large pearl clip-on earrings covered the entire bottom halves of her pretty ears. Her perfect legs were encased in tautly stretched sheer black stockings. She minced like an accomplished runway model, with carefully practiced domesticated aloofness. Lisa's slender arms were tightly encased in matching shoulder length black satin gloves, the darted tops disappearing tantalizingly beneath the short puffy sleeves of her bodice. As she parked the trolley near the bed, I caught her stealing a barely perceptible glance of appraisal at me, followed by a surreptitious little smile of approval that disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. My ego absorbed that momentarily and quickly stored it in the back of my mind for future reference. If Rolanda noticed, she showed no outward indication, but she seemed to enjoy my absorbed inspection of Lisa, her own stunning creation, as she had progressed across the immense boudoir. Satisfied with the positioning of the coffee cart, Lisa femininely clasped her graceful hands on her white satin apron and looked down at the floor. "Coffee, Madam?" she lisped in a faggy falsetto that made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Ignoring her for the moment, Auntie Rolanda continued to gently stroke my shoulders with her soft hands, the half smoked Virginia Slim perched in her pretty fingers. "What do you think of my little work of art, Darling, do you approve?" she looked from my face up into the downcast countenance of Lisa, her faggy French maid. I looked admiringly up at the glowing satin-encased trannie doll before me. "Very much, Auntie, she's absolutely gorgeous!" "Good, I invested a lot of time and effort to convert this filthy little street urchin whore into the elegant damsel you see before you." Despite the opacity of her makeup, I thought I could detect a subtle redness creep up Lisa's slender neck, but her subservient expression never betrayed any embarrassment at Rolanda's harsh appraisal. "Lisa, meet Richard, my hottest new lover." "Pleased to meet you, sir," Lisa curtseyed, momentarily bending her shapely legs at the knees like the perfect housemaid, but not looking at me or Rolanda. "Do you think he's cute?" Again, I spotted a blush stealing up Lisa's neck. "Yes, ma'am, I do" she responded in a clever falsetto, so softly that I could barely hear her words. "Well, Lisa, I can tell that he feels the same way about you, too." Auntie shocked me by quickly pulling the covering sheet back to reveal my now very erect cock jutting out of my blue satin cutout panties. Despite her well trained insouciance, Lisa couldn't help herself. She stared directly at my throbbing prick for a lingering moment, before returning her gaze to the floor. "Very nice, ma'am," she murmured with some feeling creeping into her swishy gay voice, licking her lips imperceptably. "Rolanda!" I reacted, pulling the sheet back over my erect Johnson. "Don't be silly, Honey, she's seen lots of them before. In fact she has one of her very own right there inside all those pretty petticoats. I'll bet it's every bit as hard as yours!" With that, Rolanda stubbed out her cigarette and lifted up the rustling satin and lace petticoats so I could examine Lisa's undergarments....a broad array of wide black garters stretched tautly between Lisa's corset and the welts of her black stocking tops. A pair of white lace-trimmed black satin panties strained to contain a large penis-shaped bulge. I was surprised to see a dark little wet spot right next to the business end of Lisa's clitty. I was still in shock at Rolanda's surprising lack of diplomatic restraint, but I couldn't help staring in erotic wonderment at Lisa's nether region, so perfectly exposed for my enjoyment by the assertive Auntie Rolanda. "Go ahead, Baby, you can touch it" Auntie invited softly. Unable to resist, I reached under the gathered petticoats and gently gripped Lisa's satiny bulge. A little moan escaped her lips as I stroked her hardness. "I think she likes it, Richard, what do you think?" "It would seem so, Rolanda," I responded, continuing to stroke Lisa's prick with one hand while my other explored the smooth white skin between her garters. Lisa moved her hips imperceptively and moaned softly again. "Mmmm, Master Richard, that feels so nice" she whimpered as she pushed her hips more noticeably against the pressure of my hand on her panty- clad shecock. Rolanda watched this little erotic vignette for a moment, smoking and orchestrating, two of her most evocative specialties. She had surrendered the task of holding up the petticoats to Lisa who flattened them demurely beneath her gracefully crossed satin-encased arms. I continued to manipulate her femmy hardness through the silky fabric of her panties. Finally Rolanda decided that things had progressed far enough, at least for the moment.... "Alright, my dears, that's enough for now," she intoned, as I reluctantly dropped my hand from Lisa's beckoning crotch. "Pour, Lisa," directed the grande dame imperiously. Lisa carefully lifted the silver coffee pitcher and poured a steaming cupful into an ornate china cup, and handed it with saucer to her mistress. "How do you take yours, Master Richard?" Lisa lisped. "Cream and sugar?" I nodded affirmatively. "Make sure that cream comes from the pitcher and not out of that smug little bitch clitty in your panties, Dear," Rolanda added lasciviously as Lisa dropped two sugar cubes into my cup. "Yes, Ms. Rolanda," murmured Lisa as she handed me my cup and proceeded to add cream and coffee. "Will that be all, ma'am?" "For now, Lisa. You're dismissed to the kitchen. We may elect to join you for some breakfast shortly." Without a word, Lisa slowly whirled, her petticoats rustling provocatively, and retreated toward the hallway, strutting in her high heels in a very practiced and erotic way. Entranced, I watched with great interest. "I know you are dying to get into that little whore's panties, Darling," cooed Rolanda sweetly, "and you will be allowed to in good time. But in the meantime, you will continue to service your Auntie in the same delightful way that you did last night," she purred as she gracefully pulled another long cigarette from the box, offering me one at the same time. I flicked the gold Dunhill again, and lit Rolanda's cigarette. I never tired of watching her smoke. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. She exhaled towards me, allowing me to absorb the mixture of smoke and perfume as it engulfed me. I lit my cigarette, and enjoyed once again the satisfying sensation of minty smoke filling my lungs. "There's nothing better than a cigarette and a good cup of coffee in the morning, Honey." Rolanda sipped her coffee, leaving a bright red stain of lipstick on the rim of her cup. "You were magnificent last night, Baby Doll, everything Auntie could have hoped for, and then some," she batted her long eyelashes at me, making me melt inside at the genuine compliment. "You have great potential as a lover, Sweety, I really mean that. You filled my bottom beautifully and made me cum with you, all at the same time. I haven't squirted like that with a cock in my pussy ass in ages. It was very special for me." She stroked my torso softly and looked into my eyes with great affection and sincerity. I leaned towards her and kissed her gently, slipping my tongue into her mouth briefly as we embraced. I could feel the glorious blue and green satin robe against my fingers, it was delightfully silky and sensuous. "I loved it, Auntie! It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before. It was like a hundred fantisies I've had as I jacked off, except for one little difference." "And what would that be, Honey?" Rolanda asked coily. She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from me. "I never fantasized about making love to a beautiful sexy woman with a cock before." She smiled knowingly. "And what do you think now that you've experienced it?" "I loved it. I didn't have to think about what would make you happy, because I already knew. It made everything so much more simple and liberating. I could concentrate on my own pleasure withut worrying about yours. It was wonderful!" Auntie smiled again, pleased that I had figured it out all on my own. She was fairly confident that I would never stray back to the straight heterosexual world. That would mean that she could have me for as long as she wished. It was a conquest of sorts, but not in the conventional sense. There had been no persuasion required. All she had needed to do was open the door to the promised land, and I had willingly walked right in. She had experienced it before, both in herself, but also in many others whom she's ushered into that same room behind the pink silken door. She'd started out life gay, attracted only to men, but from her own perspective, it was far more satisfying to seduce a frustrated straight man into her silky feminized world, than to simply have sex with gay dominant top men who already wanted to be with another man anyway. Gay men were too easy, so pathetically predictable. They could care less about the delicious world of femininity. But for a straight man, obsessed with the delicious allure of femininity, it was so much more satisfying for her to introduce them to homoerotic pleasure without any of the quid pro quo complications like marriage, mortgages, and children. Gay transgendered queens like her were not nesters, they were femmy gay lovers with straightforward agendas. How lovely for young Richard she thought, as she inhaled another cloud of creamy love potion, how lovely indeed! "So, how did you like wearing my earrings, the robe, and those satin panties, Dear?" "It was a little embarrassing at first, but I loved the feeling of it. It helped me understand why you like to be so feminine and sexy." "Good, Darling, that's a nice way to feel about it. Do you think that sometime you might want to try dressing up completely, with makeup, a wig, high heels and something beautiful and sexy to wear, like we queens do?" "Mmm, hadn't thought about it, Auntie, but maybe that would be nice." Her words unexpectedly caused a strange little thrill to creep up my spine. "I think I'd like to try it, at least once, just to see what it feels like." "I can arrange that little experiment, Darling, whenever you tell me that you would be comfortable with it, just for fun, of course, just the two of us, our little secret." "I think I'd like that." "Good, Baby, I'll help you do it and I think you'll enjoy it. I know you would be gorgeous as a girl. You have the build for it, slender and not too muscular. How tall are you?" "I'm five foot eight inches." Well, in five inch heels, that make you about six feet, but that's not too tall for a queen, Honey. I have a lot of trannie friends who are taller than that, so if you really liked it, and we threw a little 'coming out' party for you here, you would feel right at home with them!" The idea of getting dressed up as a girl excited me a lot more than I was willing to admit at that point to Rolanda. I actually adored the novel notion of a "coming out" cocktail party attended by a bevy of sexy cross dressers in Rolanda's elegant home. I admit that I was starting to feel a lot more feminine and comfortable with the idea just from discussing it so openly with Rolanda. I wondered if my lifelong obsession with the accoutrements of femininity would permit me to carry it off without looking and acting ridiculous. I certainly wouldn't want to look like a "man in a dress" under any circumstances. I would only want to do it if I could be just as desirable and sexy as Rolanda, Phyllis, and Lisa. The naughty idea titillated my senses as I mused about it. Rolanda could see the wheels turning in my head. She'd seen the same look in the eyes of others before, and she smiled inwardly as she realized that I would become an even more interesting lover than she had at first hoped. Rolanda put out her cigarette in the crystal ashtray and finished her second cup of coffee. "Sweety, just lie here for awhile and relax. I'm going to bathe and get ready for breakfast. It takes me longer, so you go second." She patted my shoulder lovingly, and then kissed me sweetly on the lips. She arose and strutted in her gorgeous springolators toward the bathroom, satisfied in the knowledge that I was watching her every inch of the way. Her glowing robe shimmered in the growing morning light, flowing around her slender feminine body in a dreamy way as she disappeared into the bath, gracefully pulling the doors closed behind her. I lit another cigarette and reclined against the soft satin covered pillows and watched myself smoke femininely in the vast overhead mirror. I tried to imagine what I would look like with makeup and a sexy wig, smoking limpwristedly like a '50s movie star diva. I felt my cock harden at the thoughts of becoming a sexy dolled up beauty to rival the women I had fantasized about as long as I could remember. It started to become a compelling idea as I fantasized about it and smoked my Virginia Slim like a perfect lady, a lady with a special package hanging out of my clinging satin panties. Feeling drowsy, I stubbed out my cigarette, and nestled down in the silky pillows and sheets. Soon I was fast asleep again. I awakened to a gentle touch at my shoulder. "Wake up, my Darling sleepy head." Rolanda said softly, "Thats enough beauty rest for one morning." I looked up into her pretty face. She had redone her makeup into a more natural "day look". She still looked much younger than I supposed her actual age to be, but she had the delightful look of "the older woman" that always attracted my romantic attention. There was something very intriguing about the hint of experience that went with glamorous maturity. Her eyelashes were now a little less outrageous, still long, but wispier, and the eyeshadow was a bit more subdued than previously. One cosmetic feature that hadn't changed was the thick velvety coat of glowing bright red lipstick on her pretty mouth. It was a gorgeous look, and still extremely sexy. With it, she had changed wigs again. Now she looked down at me wearing a shorter wavy platinum style wig. Her ears were adorned with a pair of bright red enameled drop earrings, shining red pear shaped globes accented with gold chains and trim. Her slender wrist was encircled with a wide matching red enameled bracelet trimmed with gold. "Wow, Auntie, you look stunning!" "Thanks, Baby doll. I hoped you would like this look. I call it 'casual chic'." She was wearing a classy navy blue and white horizontally striped cotton knit sleeveless top. A graceful shawl collar draped around her slender neck, fastened to one side by little nautically detailed bright gold buttons. It was a decidedly classic look, something you would expect to see around an expensive yacht club. She was wearing a pair of dazzling white, skin-tight Capri pants, with slightly flared bell bottoms. She smiled at me as she saw the look of approval sparkling in my sleep- filled eyes. I shifted my position in bed so I could see her shoes. She was wearing a pair of classic red calf five inch heeled pumps, with red and gold metallic bow shoe ornaments attached to the squared off opening across the toes. In the crook of her arm nestled the short leather carrying straps of a matching red calf, suitcase-styled hand bag, again with matching gold accents. Few things looked sexier on a woman than long pants or tight jeans partially obscuring all but the toes and high heels of classy lady's shoes! Rolanda, spun around slowly on the balls of her feet, mesmerizing me with her elegant poise and class. She turned and strutted gracefully away from me, crossing the room so that I could appreciate the full effect of the crisp white cotton bell bottoms alternately exposing and obscuring the upper extremities of her red skyscraper heels. It was a stroll of feigned nonchalance that would easily trigger a couple of fender benders at any intersection's cross walk! She paused near the door to the hallway, smiled innocently at me and then sashayed back to the bed, glamorously modeling her outfit and accessories for her "hottest new lover". With impressive feminine grace, she took a seat next to me on the bed, crossing her legs like a perfect lady. Pretending to ignore me, she sat her purse on her lap and clicked the gold clasp open with a soft click. Opening the bag, she rummaged briefly and extracted a freshly opened pack of cigarettes, but surprisingly this time the brand had changed. Instead of her usual Virginia Slims, she had equipped herself with a pastel green box of Eve 120 menthols. She folded the top open, attracting my attention once again to her carefully red lacquered fingernails and matching bracelet. Enjoying the desired reaction, she used her sexy nails to pull a long thin Eve from the pack. Pretending to finally notice me again, she looked penetratingly into my eyes and asked, "Do you mind giving me a light, kind sir?" I sat up quickly and retrieved the gold Dunhill from the end table and flicked its top open, immediately bringing it to life. She leaned forward and holding the cigarette sexily to her lips, pulled the first inhalation of smoke into her mouth. She opened her pretty lips seductively, allowing the creamy ball of smoke to briefly appear, before snap inhaling it fully. After a short interval, she exhaled a luxurious plume of whiteness me. "So what do you think of my outfit, Honey?" "I adore it, Auntie! You are stupendously classy, a dream girl come true!" She beamed approvingly, offering me a cigarette before tucking the pack back into the confines of her handbag. I lit my very first Eve menthol and inhaled the smoke. It tasted a little different than a Virginia Slim, perhaps a bit stronger, but I liked it too. "Variety is the spice of life, Baby. I like to smoke different brands to suit my mood or my outfit. I like Max menthol 120s and Mistys too. They're all very femmy and elegant, don't you think?" "Yes I do, Rolanda. I love to watch you smoke, it really excites me to see you do it with such style and femininity." "Good, it's one of my favorite little vices, along with pretty boys like you." A little chill crept up my torso as I contemplated myself as Rolanda's "pretty boy", something I hadn't been called since one of my mother's sexy girlfriends had called me that when I was very young. We smoked our cigarettes in silence. While I was asleep, Lisa had brought a fresh pitcher of coffee and placed it on the serving table near the bed. I poured us each a cup. I was wondering what sexual delights this new day might bring once I showered and shaved my face. Rolanda sensed my curiosity as she watched me finish my coffee, but if she had a plan, she declined for the moment to reveal it. "Okay, Sweety, out of bed and into the shower with you. If you wish to shave, I've put the necessary implements at your disposal on the bathroom counter. When you're done, join Lisa and me in the dining nook, she's prepared a little continental breakfast for us when we're ready. After that, the grand tour will continue. You haven't seen the whole house yet, and I have a little surprise for you downstairs. Just wear that blue silk robe I gave you last night, and help yourself to whatever panties suit your fancy. I jumped out of bed and headed to the shower. Soon, in the spacious glassed-in shower enclosure, luxurious jets of hot water were blasting the remnants of last night's lovemaking from my invigorated body. Curious, I pressed the button marked "steam" and marveled at the clouds of cologne-scented vapor that soon began to fill the shower stall, enveloping my soapy body. I luxuriated in the soothing shower for as long as I dared, but thought of Rolanda and Lisa waiting for me patiently in the kitchen. So, relucantly, I closed the valve and dried myself with an immense Turkish towel, quickly removing the remaining droplets of water from my reddened skin. I walked to the spacious lavatorio and looked at my body in the espansive mirror. I was reasonably muscled, but not rippling. My daily swimming workout with my intermural swim team had given me a sinewy shape, not particularly masculine, but fit and trim. I had never been particularly hairy. My blonde body hair was hard to see unless one looked closely. I examined my day's growth of beard, peach fuzz would have better described it. Auntie had thoughtfully placed a fresh razor and can of shaving gel on the counter for me. I quickly lathered my face and soon I had removed all vestiges of facial hair. I found a bottle of men's Dunhill aftershave and slapped a generous amount onto my smoothly shaven face. I was ready to face the exciting the brave new world of Transgenderania! Remembering Auntie Rolanda's instructions, I went to her cavernous closet and started rummaging through a drawer filled with dozens of lovely satin and see through nylon panties. I found a pair of black satin bikinis and paused briefly slide them back and forth between my fingers, momentarily enjoying the previously forbidden feminine thrill of such stretchy slipperiness. I bent at the waist and slipped my feet through the leg openings one at a time, experiencing a delicious case of goosebumps as I slid them up my smooth legs and over my buttocks. I loved the way the material conformed to my still boyish shape. I pulled the front up over my hardening cock and tucked it into the satiny crotch panel. The sensation was delicious. I walked back into the bedroom and found the blue silk dressing robe hanging gracefully over a floor caddy, slipping my arms into the long billowy sleeves and shrugging into the clingy material. There were a pair of somewhat feminine looking navy blue patent leather slippers nearby on the floor, so I slid my slender feet into them. They fit perfectly, as if Auntie had known my size and bought them just for me. The soles were richly foam padded and hugged the bottoms of my feet sumptuously. "It's show time!" I thought to myself as I trod the long hallway into the living room. In the distance, I could see Auntie Rolanda in her sporty nautical outfit, sitting on a high stool in front of a granite topped cherrywood island, her classy red purse visible in front of her. She was holding a long cigarette, elegantly as ever, and talking too softly for me to make out her words. Lisa was standing on the opposite side of the island's broad surface, also smoking which belied her position as a lowly domestic. She was smiling and nodding as the two chatted in a familiar manner unexpected for two ladies of such different stations in life. Perhaps the relationship was far less formal than they had attempted to portray I speculated to myself as I watched them interact. I paused in the beautifully appointed living room, momentarily arrested by the view through the immense floor to ceiling windows. It was a typical Seattle morning, gray and misty. The silvery waters of Lake Washington were subtly rippled by a light breeze. I could see an early morning sailor directly off shore, his sloop barely moving and nearly becalmed. It was a soothing scene of tranquility for early morning risers to behold. In my lounging robe and panties, I felt totally relaxed and comfortable, but incongruously out of synch with the familiar conventional world I glimpsed through the spacious windows. Lisa was the first to notice me as I turned away from the windows and walked the distance from the living room and up the short flight of broad stairs to the dining level. Her demeanor instantly changed to one of submissive subservience again, the presentation I had previously observed at bedside when she had served us the morning coffee. She quickly put out her long cigarette, as if caught in the naughty forbidden act by a disapproving elder. Sensing the change in Lisa's body language, Auntie Rolanda gracefully swiveled on her high backed stool to survey her protoge's arrival. "You look lovely, Darling," she smiled at me, graciously welcoming me to another part of her domain. "Come, sit and share a little muffin with me." Then she shot Lisa an ironic glance and said, "No, not her, Richard," she chortled, "this," she pointed to a plate of magnificent blueberry concoctions on the counter under one of the long rows of glass fronted cupboards. I took the stool next to her and leaned over somewhat self consciously to give Rolanda a peck on the cheek. She gave me a feigned look of disappointment. "Is that the best you can do, Lover?" She gently gripped the lapels of my robe and pulled me to her, kissing me on the mouth as she provocatively slipped her smoke scented tongue into my mouth. I tasted the intoxicating fragrance of her lipstick for a lingering moment. "Mmmm, Honey, that's much, much better!" she purred approvingly. Rolanda gracefully stubbed out her lipstick stained Eve menthol 120 in a tiny crystal ashtray. When she was done, Lisa strutted forward and whisked it away, using a large linen kitchen serviette to ensure there were no tiny ashes to despoil the cleanliness of the granite eating surface. She returned with the large plate of muffins and set them between us. Then without making eye contact, she busied herself setting out plates and silverware in front of each of us. Ignoring her domestic servant, Auntie pulled my robe open to see what panties I had selected for myself. "My, my, what have we here?" she murmured, reaching for my semi-engorged cock and giving it a playful squeeze. "Shoene Peepee, Honey," she said admiringly, slightly modifying her gay come-on to me from the night before that seemed so long ago. "I think I might skip the muffin and go straight to the desert!" she mused wickedly. I squirmed, embarrassed by her directness in the presence of Lisa. "Lisa, look at this!" Without hesitation, the delectible French maid sashayed prettily around the corner of the countertop, balancing expertly on her five inch heeled black patent pumps. "Oh my, Ms. Rolanda, that is a delicious morsel!" I was blushing now, but enjoying the attention my black satin bulge was receiving. "Would you like some of that, Lisa?" "Yes, Ms. Rolanda, I think I truly would!" she gushed in her deliciously falsetto lisp. My Johnson twitched expectantly. "Let's retire to the sitting room, shall we? The muffins can wait." "By all means, ma'am!" Auntie took my hand in hers and stepped down from her stool, bringing me with her. I could hear the gentle click of her red pumps as they touched the rich cherry floor, it was an electrifying sound. Rolanda gracefully slipped her right arm through the crook of my left, and Lisa surprisingly did the same on my right. The two apparitions of effeminate loveliness walked me slowly back towards the living room. My imagination was raging, wondering what might be about to happen. I was fairly certain that it would be something erotically fulfilling! My cock was painfully erect and in serious need of liberation from its black satin prison! The ladies strolled with me, clearly enjoying themselves, as we proceeded to the deep bottle green leather upholstered furnishings of the living room. Lisa left my right arm and proceeded to blank out the views through the vast windows by pulling the blinds to the closed position. Auntie Rolanda, resplendent in her crisp navy and white outfit, sat me next to herself into the welcoming green embrace of the longest piece of furniture in the room. I remembered the sofa from the night before. It was the one positioned perfectly to watch transgendered porn on the immense but now ceiling-retracted screen. Satisfied that we were invisible to any prying eyes, Lisa soon rejoined us. I could hear the delicious rustling of her many satin and lace petticoats as she approached. She sank onto the upholstery next to me on my right. I now found myself bracketed by the two most gorgeous creatures I had ever seen, an androgynous anomoly between two exotically feminine bookends. Delicious invisible clouds of competing perfumes swirled around me in an invisible cloud of fragrance. "I must be in heaven," I remember thinking to myself. "Would you like a cigarette, Richard?" Without waiting for a response, Lisa leaned forward, her satin skirt brushing noisily against my thinly clad thigh, and retrieved a gold cigarette box from the cocktail table in front of us. She opened the lid and offered first Rolanda and then me an Eve 120. She then took one for herself, perching it daintily but expertly between the tips of her long slender gloved fingers. She placed the elegant box back on the table and picked up a matching table lighter and lit our cigarettes first and then her own. I watched in admiration as Lisa's cheeks hollowed slightly and she sexily inhaled a full mouth of creamy smoke into her lungs. She watched me for my reaction as she lazily exhaled the smoke across her beautifully pursed lips into a luxurient hovering cloud. She was clearly a well rehearsed sex goddess. I loved to watch the lovelies smoke, I could never get enough of it. In public, I had always enjoyed watching attractive ladies smoke, being careful not to stare lest they think I was some kind of lurking pervert. Now two of the loveliest femmy smokers were smoking proudly for my exclusive pleasure! It was way too good to be true! I smoked as femininely as they did. I surprised myself with the openly feminine style of my smoking a little less with each cigarette I consumed. It dawned on me that I was so good at it because I had been unconsciously studying the fetishistic artform all of my life. At an early age, my tight assed grandmother had warned me in no uncertain terms that girls that smoked were wicked and evil. I'm sure that had a lot to do with why I so much liked girls that smoked! I held the filtertip to my lips and pulled the delicious minty smoke into my mouth and inhaled deeply, feeling the sensation connect directly to my rock hard cock in Rolanda's borrowed black panties. It still amazes me that the act of smoking can so reliably be counted upon to give me an instant erection! Rolanda watched Lisa and me enjoy our cigarettes as she did the same. I noticed with great interest that after each languorous inhalation of smoke, both Rolanda and Lisa reached elegantly to the crystal ashtray on the table and carefully rolled their cigarette's ash to a dainty point, never tapping or flicking the ash from the end. I followed suit, each time feeling a little wave of proud femininity flicker through my aroused body. As she smoked, Rolanda was idly stroking the silky material of my robe against the soft skin of my thigh, sending little sparks of excitement up and down my spine. Lisa's satin gloved hand was gently massaging the back of my neck, her forearm resting gently on my shoulder. The whole scene was incredibly stimulating yet gratifying to me at the same time. I couldn't believe my good fortune. I wondered briefly what Ruthann might be doing this Saturday morning. What it would be like if I had gone home with her to her "three screaming kids"? Auntie Rolanda had been right, this was better, much better! Lisa finished her cigarette and limpwristedly stubbed it out in the ashtray. I couldn't fail to once again notice the lipstick stain on the white filter. Then as if by signal from Rolanda, she gathered her swishing skirt and petticoat, and pulled them up so that I could again see the mass of garters, stocking tops, and the straining sausage-shaped bulge in her black and white satin panties. Helplessly mesmerized, I stared briefly at the feminine treasure trove, and then shifted my gaze upwards, taking in the lengthy expanse of petticoats giving way to her glowing black satin bodice. I looked at her young, exotically made up face. She returned my gaze wantonly, making no attempt to disguise her profound sexual attraction to me. "Would you like to touch her peepee, Honey?" Rolanda hinted provocatively. I looked at Auntie to see if she was serious. Lisa lifted her shapely leg daintily and put it over my thigh, her petticoats rustling deafeningly to my sensitized ears. The feeling of her silky stocking clad leg through the silk material of my robe was overpoweringly intimate. Her face showed the plaintiveness of pent up desire, and her hand again squeezed the nape of my goosefleshy neck. "Go ahead, Baby, she won't bite." Tentatively I reached my right hand to the top of Lisa's stocking welt and caressed its silky sheerness, toying with the garter snaps. Lisa responded by moving the bottom of her thigh against my leg, and a little moan of pleasure escaped her pretty lips. I looked into her eyes, half closed but peering intently at my face through her wispy eyelashes. I moved my hand slowly towards her crotch, touching the smooth milky white skin between her stocking tops and the bottom of her black corselet. I could see tiny goosebumps begin to bloom on her naked skin. She moved against me, this time a bit more insistently. My gaze was now fixed on the delicious bulge in her white lace trimmed black satin panties. A little whitish stain of dried precum from our earlier bedside encounter contrasted with the black shiny material. Slowly and gently, my fingers explored the outline of her erect shecock through the slippery material of her panties. This was accompanied by an increased tempo in her shallow breathing. She moved her hips slightly upwards to increase the pressure of her shecock against my exploring fingertips, and moaned again, a little louder this time. "Mmmm, Darling, she seems to like that!" exclaimed Rolanda approvingly, continuing to caress me through my silky robe, and egging me on. "Why don't you make yourself more comfortable, Lisa?" Without further urging, Lisa pulled her leg back, still holding her skirt and petticoats up against the bodice of her maid's uniform, and stood facing me. She looked dreamily down into my wondering eyes for a moment, and then proceeded to kneel, her thighs straddling mine, and shimmied toward me until her knees were touching the back cushion of the couch, her thighs now firmly squeezing my hips. I was enveloped in the fragrant cloud of perfume and menthol smoke emanating deliciously from her clothing. I recognized the musky scent of one of my favorite perfumes, Charlie! I loved it. It was anything but subtle. The Charlie reached right out and grabbed me by my overloaded sensory lapels and pulled me towards it! Lisa dropped her armload of petticoats over my head, plunging my torso into fragrant semi-darkness. She slowly moved her hips forward until the bulge in her panties pressed against my nose and mouth. Instinctively, I began to kiss her satin-clad shecock through the silky material. Lisa responded by gently grinding her hips back and forth laterally, dragging her hot engorged clitty across my now eager lips. Despite my loose cocoon of satin and lace petticoats, I could still hear Lisa's breathing and the little moans of excitement that emitted from her everytime her cock crossed my hungry lips. I reached up with my hand and inserted my fingers inside the elastic leg hole of her panties and found the velvety texture of her foreskin. Lisa bucked slightly against the touch of my fingers and gasped audibly, "Oh yes, Master Richard, yessss! That feels so nice!" I rolled the satin crotch panel of her panties to the side and freed her rather large erection and her velvety smooth balls from their silky imprisonment. I kissed the head of her she cock affectionately as she pressed her hips once again against my smoothly shaven face. My lips began to suckle the helmet of her penis, gently at first and then more passionately. Lisa was moaning and begging me to take it all into my mouth. I obliged by opening my mouth and taking as much of it into my now salivating mouth as I could. It tasted bitterly spicy, bathed with fragrant Charlie, but I could also taste and feel the gooey saltiness of her leaking precum. I started moving my head so that my wet mouth could fully engulf her faggy peepee. I unexpectedly loved the feeling of her uncut cock's foreskin against my tongue. I was sucking her cock and I couldn't get enough! I felt Rolanda begin to squeeze and fondle my own raging hardon, at first through the material of my robe, but soon just the satin of my black panies. I can't adequately describe how heavenly it felt to have Lisa's sissycock in my willing mouth while Auntie Rolanda stroked my own hardon with her sensitive and experienced hands. "Let's get these panties off of you, Honey, they're getting in my way!" Rolanda wheedled. Obligingly, without missing a stroke on Lisa's deliciously faggy shecock, I allowed Auntie Rolanda to pull my panties off the stiffness of my prick. I could feel the silky garment being pulled quickly down my legs and over my feet. Rolanda resumed stroking my erection and I could feel the cool trickle of lubricating oil running over her fingers and down the length of my shaft. She had abandoned her perch on the sofa and was now kneeling against my left leg as her supple hands manipulated my hardness, my hips began to rise and fall rhythmically against the encirclement of her fingers as she stroked me slowly but firmly. "Mmmmm, she really seems to be enjoying herself, Richard. I've never seen her so aroused before. You must be doing a very good job under there," Auntie opined as she continued to pleasure me. I could hear the little safety chain on Rolanda's bracelet tinkle with each stroke of her hand on my cock. Lisa's petticoats were rustling lusciously with every thrust of her slender hips against the encirclement of my lips on her delicious shecock. Together it made for an erotic symphony of pleasured moans intermingled with the music of the petticoats and Rolanda's bracelet chain. I brought my right hand down to where I imagined Rolanda to be, and she knew exactly what I wanted. Soon a generous squirt of scented lubricant covered my outstretched palm. I rubbed my hands together, smearing the oil liberally. Removing my mouth momentarily from Lisa's thrusting cock, I rotated her panties around until the crotch and butt panels were ninety degrees to their normal position, fully exposing her balls and and pussy hole for my easy access. With one hand I quickly coated the hairless skin of her ball sac with oil and began to gently stroke her nuts with my fingertips, squeezing her scrotal skin repeatedly between my oil-softened fingers. She moaned louder now, breathily telling me how good it felt, urging me on, begging plaintively for more. "Oh yes, Baby, oh fuuuuck yes! Gawd that feels wonderful, keep playing with my balls, Honey, that drives me craaaazy!" she begged. I reached up with my other hand and began to manipulate Lisa's tight rosebud. Her thrusting and moaning increased. I slowly inserted my well lubed middle finger into her hot rectum. I couldn't believe how easily it slipped in and how hot her love tunnel was! Without ignoring her prick, Lisa thrust back against my finger, burying it up to my palm in the inner sanctum of her bowel. She was loosening up rapidly now, dilating against the touch of my finger. I inserted first my ring finger and then my index finger deeply into her sweet rectum along with my leading "social" finger. Now she was nearly screaming with pleasure as she begged me to finger fuck her asshole. Meanwhile, Aunti Rolanda made sexy encouraging comments, urging us on, as she manipulated the oily skin of my rock hard cock. I have no idea how long this session went on, but certainly many minutes as Lisa's passion built inexorably. She was now nearly out of control. All vestiges of her affected submissive domestication had long ago left her as she became a solo sexual circus act. Her buttocks thrust against my penetrating fingers while her hips propelled her steaming cock into my mouth until I gagged against it. I continued to gently massage and tickle her balls as I greedily suckled her cock. Her body was trembling and I could feel her thighs tighten. "Oh, Richard, you are so fucking good! Finger my little bitchboi asshole, yes, just like that, ooooh shit that is so fucking good!" she squealed breathlessly as she pumped her shecock into my gagging throat. I knew she was getting close, and so was I. Rolanda was stroking me like an experienced massage parlor queen, and it was about to push me over the edge. Lisa was pounding my face like a femmy demon, gasping for breath and moaning like the hot winds of Hell. "Oh God, I can't last much longer, Baby. Shit, my balls are on fire!" She plunged her cock into me in a different way, working it against my cheeks and lips laterally, but thrusting harder and harder. I knew she was about ready to squirt her girly goo. Suddenly she stopped moving her hips against me and her entire body stiffened. Although I suspected that this was the moment of truth, I couldn't have been fully prepared for the femmy explosiveness of her orgasm. She gasped one last monumental time, and declared "Here it comes, Baby, here it fucking comes!" She bucked one last time and my mouth was suddenly awash in thick gooey shecream. Although I was ready, it still took me by surprise, the sheer volume was so much more than I had experienced from either Phyllis or Rolanda. It gushed again and again as Lisa shuddered uncontrollaby, groaning shrilly in her well practiced falsetto. I nearly choked as I swallowed my first mouthfuls of her cum, there was just so much of it! I momentarily forgot about my own building orgasm as she continued to jet load after load of hot sticky jizz against the back of my throat. She just kept going and going! It seemed like minutes before I felt the tautness of her body slowly begin to relax. My fingers were still in her ass, and her sphincter had been pulsating and gripping my digital insertion for the entire duration of her lengthy orgasm. Finally, her body's pulsations died away in concert with the diminshing orasmic contractions of her shecock and balls which were still gently supported by my fingertips. "Wow!" murmured Rolanda in sincere admiration. "I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like that!" Lisa's legs and body had been as erect as her cock during our entire lovemaking encounter. Now, exhausted physically and emotionally, she sagged, sinking slowly until her buttocks were resting on my thighs, momentarily interrupting Auntie's loving manipulation of my cock. Rolanda resumed her seat next to me and lit a cigarette, handing it to Lisa. Not yet ready to re-assume her role as Rolanda's French maid, Lisa sexily filled her mouth with smoke and slowly inhaled, then slowly exhaled it directly into my face as she stared almost vacantly into my eyes. Now we were positioned face to face, her thighs straddling me, her dreamy gaze locked into mine. She folded her arms behind my neck with the cigarette daintily perched in her outstretched fingertips. She took another drag of creamy smoke, then pulling our faces together she gave me a smoky French kiss as Rolanda looked on approvingly. Lisa delicately searched my oral cavity with her tongue, savoring the remnants of her own copious deposit of girly goo. The taste of her salty essence still lingered in my mouth, now mixed with the creamy menthol smoke from her Eve 120. The combination was becoming familiar to me but remained compellingly delicious. Amazingly, it marked the first kiss between Lisa and myself, and as my naked and unfulfilled prick throbbed against the silky piles of her rustling petticoats, I hoped that it would be only the first of many more to come. Rolanda lit cigarettes for herself and for me. We all just sat there like that for several minutes, enjoying our cigarettes and thinking about the passionate sex session that had just played itself out in Rolanda's elegant living room. "That was wonderful, Darlings" opined Rolanda, exhaling a creamy plume of smoke towards the ceiling. "Of course, I planned to share you two with each other, but I had no idea that it would unfold so deliciously!" Lisa and I smiled at Rolanda, generous provider of so much femmy happiness. I reached for her hand, still a little sticky with lube, lifted it to my lips and kissed it in the manner of an old fashioned gentleman. Rolanda basked in the glow of our appreciatiation. "You two are very special," she whispered, touching first one and then the other lovingly. I hope we shall all three grow closer in the months and years ahead." It was sincerely meant, and we all smiled happily together as we finished our cigarettes, sharing the same hope. Slowly, with obvious reluctance, Lisa got to her feet, swaying a bit unsteadily on her erotic high heeled pumps as she regained control of her strained leg muscles. She readjusted her panties, which had been pulled askew by my roving hands. Carefully she smoothed her heavy satin skirt down over her flouncing petticoats. "Guess I should be getting back to my duties in the kitchen, ma'am" she lisped faggily, once again assuming the affectation of domestic servant. "Arent' we forgetting something, Lisa?" asked Rolanda, nodding at my half flaccid cock, neglected in the recent sexual tumult. "I recall your saying that you wanted some of this." Lisa looked down at my Johnson. "Are you sure you would like to share 'the dessert' with me, ma'am?" "Of course, Lisa, I wouldn't want you to miss the "whipped cream" after all the effort you put into its preparation," said Rolanda with a broad wink. With that, Lisa and Rolanda both sank to their knees in front of me. My prick was suddenly getting very stiff again. I gazed at the two lovely creatures who were poised to make another dream come true, a tag team blow job session! As excited as I was, I doubted if the bout would prove to be very protracted! Rolanda motioned for me to slide to the front of the sofa cushion and I quickly obliged, my cock swaying crazily as I hunched my buttocks and scooted forward. Auntie then undid the tie to my silk lounging robe exposing me from the neck down. She gently forced my legs apart widely enough to accept both herself and Lisa between them. Lisa quickly knee- walked to join Rolanda at the intended target area. I wrapped my legs around both of them at their waists. They moved closer together as they looked at each other and smiled. Rolanda reached behind her and picked up her Eves, the lighter and the ashtray, setting them on the cushion adjacent to me. She handed a cigarette to Lisa and then lit one for herself, extending the light to Lisa who closed her eyes and arched her head and neck gracefully back to exhale a wonderful cloud of menthol magic at the wood paneled ceiling above us. Rolanda affectionately grasped the shaft of my cock and motioned for Lisa to go down on me, which she quickly readied herself to do. "He likes smoky, Honey. Make him happy!" Lisa nodded compredendingly and placed the red stained white tip of the filter to her shapely lips and pulled a load of smoke into her mouth. She parted her lips and as she looked seductively into my excited eyes, briefly allowing me to glimpse the rich ball of menthol smoke before inhaling it deeply into her lungs. She immediately bowed forward and engulfed the head of my cock with her hot wet mouth and exhaled the outgoing cloud down the shaft of my erection. Lisa guided my throbbing cock delicately into her mouth with her satin-gloved hand, the lipstick- stained cigarette smoldering in her outstretched fingertips. I groaned at the sight of the first stroke of my smoky blow job and with the sensation of her moist lips descending smokily all the way to my pubic arch. It was incredibly sexual. Rolanda was smoking femininely as she watched Lisa devour my cock. Her free hand stroked the smooth skin of my chest and gently tweaked my nipple. She pursed her red lips and exhaled a plume of smoke into my face. Then she looked down again at Lisa who was smoking my cock like a sucking machine. "Go for it, Honey," Rolanda urged in her rich faggy voice. "She really does that well, doesn't she Baby?" All I could do was groan appreciatively as my hips moved to meet the successive descent of Lisa's lovely salivating mouth. The maid was moaning ecstatically with each thrust of my hips, my stiff Johnson repeatedly penetrating her gorgeous mouth and throat. I was drifting quickly into a region of erotic Nirvana. Rolanda slipped her hand under my ball sac and began to expertly fondle my bulging nuts. It was almost too much for me, but I exercised a hidden reserve of self restraint, preventing myself from peaking too early. "My turn, Lisa," murmured Rolanda lasciviously. Lisa reluctantly pulled her mouth from my straining cock, giving us a wanton look of denial. Ignoring Lisa, Rolanda slid her gorgeous legs up onto the couch and assumed a face down position, supporting her torso on her elbows. She looked into my eyes seductively and then plunged my cock into her soft mouth. I groaned again, "Oh fuck, Auntie, oh that feels so fucking good," I hissed as her lips suckled their way down the rocky hardness of my shaft. "Mmmmm, mmmmm," moaned Rolanda, as her tongue tickled the underside of my erection. She pulled off my helmet on the upstroke, and took a drag on her Eve 120. "Wow, Baby, you are really getting into this, aren't you?" she intoned as she exhaled the creamy smoke on my aroused crotch. "You love this don't you, Baby Doll?" "Oh yes, Auntie, more than I could have imagined," I gasped, thrusting my hips against the encirclement of her thumb and forefingers. "Oh, Auntie, please suck me, pleeeeaze!" I moaned, longing for the warmth of her beautiful mouth. My body was on fire with need and desire, my balls churning with another building load of cum demanding release. Rolanda looked knowingly at Lisa, and again consumed the head of my raging cock with her lips and talented tongue. My hips bucked again, trying to force every last milimeter into her encapsulating mouth and throat. I was getting close, my buttocks could feel the approach of my orgasm despite my efforts to prolong the pleasure of the fabulous cock sucking I was receiving. "Oh my gawd, Auntie," I groaned, "I'm getting so close!" She speeded the tempo of her oral manipulation. Lisa knelt next to me and gave me a long lingering smoky French kiss as I moaned and rocked against Rolanda's ministrations on my Johnson. My body was wracked with electrically charged erotic sensations such as I had never experienced before. Lisa had her arms wrapped around my shoulders, kissing me with animalistic fervor now, eating my mouth out with total abandon like a Lothario eating pussy. I was out of control, shuddering with the sensations of pleasure that had taken possession of me. Auntie Rolanda's vast sexual experience told her that the moment of truth was fast approaching. She pulled off my prick and ordered Lisa to join her at the fountain head, "Get down here, Lisa, Richard is about to blow his nuts. I want to share it with you, Honey!" Eagerly Lisa lowered her torso and moved her lovely face close to my crotch. Auntie was now stroking my cock with her pretty hand, tickling my roiling balls with her long red fingernails. Lisa slipped her mouth over my burning cock as Rolanda jacked my taut foreskin into her lips. My hips were alive, trying to drive my cock through the back of Lisa's head, marching to the drumbeat of some primeval mating ritual. "He's getting close, Lisa, suck the cum out of the little bitchboi!" hissed Rolanda dominantly. Her dirty words tripped some little latch at the base of my primitive brain stem. My body bucked. "Oh fuuuuck, I'm going to cum," I screamed, "Oh Baby, I'm cummmmming, I'm cummmming," I shouted, my words echoing all the way to the distant kitchen. My body spasmed as Lisa pulled her red lips from my cockhead, but kept her face close in hopes of catching her reward. Lisa and Rolanda's faces were almost touching as Rolanda continued to jack and kiss my cock. My brain was on fire with a white hot flash of sensation. The first rope of my cum burst upwards from my peehole with unbelievable force, splashing messily against Lisa's cheek and bouncing onto her hair and earring. A look of wonderment and happiness filled her face. Rolanda leaned forward and took the second spurt of man cream across her lips and against the roof of her mouth. "Mmmmm, Baby, that tastes so good!" she murmured as she tongued my goo over her lips. A massive second wave of orgasm gripped my body as Rolanda continued to stroke my out of control cock. I felt my balls and prostate tighten like a spring as the next river of jizz gathered itself. Suddenly it released, blasting upwards, a Texas-sized gusher of ropey cum streams. The ladies looked at each other in astonishment as three immense spurts arched upwards and came splashing down all over my gasping chest and stomach. "Wow!" Rolanda exclaimed, "That was impressive!" A couple more smaller eruptions of cum ran down the helmet head and shaft of my cock and over Rolanda's fingers as I growled gutterally, my body still spasming uncontrollably. She looked into my dumbstruck eyes with admiration. "Nice job, Sugar! That was better than the Fourth of July!" Speechless as the waves of orgasmic contractions bled out of my spent body, all I could do was look back at Auntie with intimate incomprehension about what had just happened. Lisa busied herself by slurping up the rivulets of man cream running down my heaving chest, looking me in the eyes as she licked the sparkling cum from my chest and then her bright red lips. There was a sublime look of happiness infusing her pretty face. "Delicious, Master Richard! I hope some day you'll pump some of that into my pussy hole!" she whispered conspiratorially. Rolanda nodded approvingly. "You continue to be a good little girl, Lisa, and I'll see to it that you receive your just desserts from young Richard. I think he'll be spending more and more time with us henceforth," she smiled with the self confidence borne of happy past experience. Lisa beamed at the promise of exactly what she wished for. Totally spent and my mind still somewhere in outer space, my deeply relaxed body sank back into the welcoming embrace of the rich green leather of the sofa. Auntie handed us each a little wet towlette with which to clean up the unconsumed gooey remnants of my incredible orgasm. Lisa excused herself and headed for the kitchen. Rolanda handed me a cigarette and snuggled up to me as she lit one for herself and then mine. Absently stroking my thigh with the silky material of my robe, she smoked in total satisfaction. I put my arm around her slim shoulders and pulled her close to me, still wrapped in the reverie of my afterglow. "Thank you, Rolanda. That was unbelievably wonderful." Auntie nestled her shoulder under my arm and turned her face towards mine to give me a sweet little smoky kiss. "It was perfect, Honey. You had such a good cum! You made both Lisa and me very, very happy." I inhaled a load of creamy smoke, feeling the satisfaction engulf my still tingling body. I was as happy as I had ever been before in my entire life. Any reservations that I had harbored the night before about crossing the gender line had long ago vanished. I was not only ready, but eager to embrace a brave new world of homoerotic sex, a willing convert to the seduction of Auntie Rolanda's glowing pink satin domaine. To be continued....