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The four of them made their way down the driveway to the waiting cab.
Marilyn had learned, in a very short space of time, that if she walked
upright and straight legged, and concentrated on keeping her feet
stretched and arched, and her weight on her toes, then she could move
quite comfortably in her boots. In fact, she had soon acquired a very
graceful, superior stride. She found that the trick was to make sure
that she walked such that the tip of her stiletto toe touched the
ground at the same time as her heel, if not a little before. This way
she managed to walk out to the cab in a truly feminine style, placing
one foot in front of the other and seemingly mastering the fetish
ballet boots with little effort.
The three girls climbed into the back seat of the cab, Terry sat in the
front, and turning to them asked where they were going. Debbie said,
"Oh the driver knows Terry, The Queens Head, you know, the bar down
town." Terry didn't hurry to turn back around as he could see the twins
shaved vaginas peeking out from under their skirts, and he could also
see that Marilyn was totally encased in latex including her latex
panties showing under the hemline of her minidress. "Something the
matter Terry?" said Tracy. "No, no nothing at all Tracy," blushed Terry
and quickly spun around to face front again. The girls looked at one
another and smirked mischievously.
After a short while they reached their destination, and Terry paid the
cab driver not really taking too much notice of where they were.
The Queen's Head was an old back street pub that the owners had tried
to give a 21st century look to. The external walls had been decorated
in a blinding bright pink and the woodwork had been painted in vivid
pinks and yellows. A dazzling blue neon sign over the door brazenly
stated, "Welcome to the Queen's Head," in two feet high letters. The
pub sign depicted an imaginary queen, dressed in 16th century attire,
complete with jewel encrusted clothing and gold Crown, but with heavy
makeup giving the appearance of an extreme showgirl, or drag queen.
The twin fetish dolls alighted from the taxi and strutted towards the
neon lit doorway of the bar, whilst Marilyn waited for Terry. When
Terry stood up from the taxi, she smiled at him, batted her
extraordinarily long eyelashes, linked her arm through his, and allowed
him to lead her to the door of the pub, towering over him by a good
eight inches.
The inside of the bar was just as gaudy as its exterior had been. The
furniture was of chrome plated steel tube, the tables clear glass
topped, and the chairs had woven hessian seats and seat backs. The
lighting was blinding, fruit machines seemed to flash from every
direction, and the bar area was lit even more brightly, if that were
possible. A vivid purple carpet covered most of the floor, except for a
small pine decked dance area, and a stage in one corner.
The four of them made their way to the bar and Terry took the
initiative to order the drinks. The girls all chose the same drink,
large gin and tonics with lots of ice and lemon, and Terry ordered a
small beer for himself. He couldn't help noticing that the barmaid was
very tall, with huge platinum blond hair and was wearing a lot of
makeup, and he thought that her voice was rather deep, although he
couldn't hear her very well over the loud music.
Marilyn had lifted herself up onto a bar stool, and demurely crossed
her legs, smoothing her tiny dress down as best she could, in true
feminine style, ensuring that her latex clad crossed thighs covered her
panties. As an added security measure she placed her handbag on her
lap, then linked her bejewelled, long nailed fingers and placed them on
her bag, showing them off to their true fetish best.
Debbie and Tracy had taken themselves off to one of the tables, and
were sitting talking with two other girls.
The music had abated now and Terry, remaining standing, said to
Marilyn, "Have you been here before, Marilyn? It seems very bright and
flashy and there's something about it that I just can't quite put my
finger on."
"Well, Terry," replied Marilyn, " I've not been here before, but I
thought everyone knew it by reputation, It's where gays, lesbians, and
crossdressers of every persuasion hang out. It's typical of Debbie and
Tracy to bring us here, they seem to like to shock if they can. I've
learned that very quickly since I've been back in the UK, and in their
company." She quickly added, remembering her story.
"Oh well it's no problem to me," Terry went on, innocently, "I don't
have any problems with my sexuality, and unlike some people I don't
feel threatened in the company of others with a different sexual
orientation to mine. Live and let live that's what I say. I know I'm
completely heterosexual and that's the way I'll always be."
Marilyn wondered how she was going to turn the subject around to what
his two ex-sisters had told him, the subject of Terry's house and them
all living there. How could she get him to agree to such an outrageous
idea? Then she thought, "well he's crazy about me, maybe I should give
another little taste of my, um . . . talents, that should make him more
compliant."
Right at that moment Terry said, "Marilyn, I know we've only met once
before but I have to be honest, I can't stop thinking about you, I'm
crazy about you, you are just, well, everything that I like about a
woman. Your whole appearance is so exciting, so extreme but so feminine
too, ultra feminine. I would like to see a lot more of you, do you
think that we could date on a regular basis."
Placing her hand on Terry's arm and making sure that he could feel the
cold of her long black nails on his skin, Marilyn looked up at him and
said. "Well Terry, you have surprised me, I wasn't expecting this. You
see I really enjoyed our little bit of fun yesterday, and I like you a
lot. I think it would be nice to date: yes. Sadly though, we don't have
anywhere to go where we can be private, otherwise we really could have
fun together. I am living with my cousins and their parents at the
moment and I may be going back to the States soon, I just don't know
how it could work out."
Like the proverbial lamb to the slaughter, Terry said. "Well, Marilyn,
you could always move in with me, at least until you decide whether to
stay in the UK. Then if it worked out, well who knows what might
happen? You know I have a large house, and you could have your own
room, and your own space, we all need that sometimes, some privacy,
don't we?"
"Please, Marilyn, give it some thought will you, it would mean so much
to me." He added, pleadingly.
Marilyn sat on the stool looking up at him as dreamily as she knew how,
looking into his eyes, fluttering her lashes and squeezing his arm with
the points of her talons. She couldn't believe how well it was going,
he was smitten, her old drinking partner was seemingly, madly in love.
How should she play it from here? She had to get Debbie and Tracy in on
the deal, how could she manage that one, she wondered?
"Terry," she went on, not giving him an answer to his question, "I
don't know about you, but to me it feels a little bit hot and
claustrophobic in here, how would you like to come outside with me and
we could get some air? I think I need to get out in the fresh air and
clear my head, this has all come so suddenly!"
"Yes, of course Marilyn, let's go outside for a while." Terry replied.
With that, Marilyn extricated herself from her perch and slid down onto
her stiletto ballet heels and toes. Finding her balance she threw the
strap of her bag over her shoulder, slipped her arm through Terry's as
if it were something she had been doing for years, and allowed him to
lead her to the door. On passing the table that Debbie and Tracy were
sitting at she said, "Terry and I are going to get some air, we'll be
back shortly." And out of sight of Terry, gave a long fingernailed
uncertain waver of her hand to the pair of them.
The two sisters looked up at her in unison, smiling mischievously, and
Debbie said, "OK you two lovebirds, we'll see you shortly." Adding
ambiguously, "don't go too far, now."
Terry, as proud as a peacock, led Marilyn out of the door and into the
street. In his mind he had found the woman of his dreams and he would
do anything to keep her, he couldn't have been more happy.
It was dark by now, and the lighting wasn't too efficient in this part
of town. Marilyn took the lead, even though Terry thought he was in
control, and led them both to a small alleyway that she had spotted. At
the end of the alley was a quadrangle, surrounded by brick walls, the
only way out being the same as the way they had come in.
Marilyn let go of Terry's arm and pushed him bodily against the wall.
"Terry," she said, towering over him, "I enjoyed making you cum in the
pub last night honey, and I know that you enjoyed it too, but now it's
your turn to pleasure me. I want you to fuck me, and fuck me hard,
lover, will you do that for me, I so want to be fucked."
Terry then took the initiative, this was something that he knew he was
very good at. He took Marilyn firmly by her arms and spun her around so
that she had her back to the wall. He was now pressing himself up hard
against her womanhood, rubbing up and down with his groin, and feeling
his member rock hard inside his trousers.
Marilyn, at the same time, felt her prick becoming very hard inside the
sheath of the vagina tights. She was rubbing too, rubbing her fanny up
hard against Terry's rock hard member. She felt his hand slide down her
body, gently lifting her almost non-existent skirt and skilfully
sliding her latex panties down her legs until they fell to the floor.
She heard the latex material slap on the tarmac as his fingers invaded
her fake vagina, she could tell that he was intrigued as he delved, and
she could feel his hands pressing up against her cock.
Terry was totally oblivious of her manhood inside the rubber sheath as
he removed his own rock solid prick from his fly, and pressed the tip
to the opening of her womanhood. Because of her towering heels she was
at just the right position to receive the tip of his cock, and he slid
the head in and out teasingly.
Then he suddenly thought. "Oh no! Condom! Quick!" And he reached
inside his back pocket and took one out.
Marilyn realised what he was doing and said. "Let me help you honey,"
and took the condom from him, tearing the top from the small packet and
removing the lubricated latex device. Carefully handling it with her
dangerously long nails, she checked that it was the right way around,
and with her fingers only, slid it up his member in a masturbatory
fashion until it was covering his shaft completely to the hilt. She
felt him jerk a couple of times and said. "Careful now sweetheart, not
yet, I want you inside me, right inside me, all of you."
Terry, with his now latex encapsulated rock hard prick, went back to
where he had been, gently inching his way into her, then withdrawing,
then advancing a little further until, at last, he was totally
engorged, he was totally inside her, they were one, joined in sex.
Marilyn had never felt anything like it, she felt like she was a full
woman with a man fully penetrating her, a man inside her, rock hard and
on the edge of orgasm. She could feel his penis rubbing against her
penis, their two sexes rubbing together exciting one another. She
wanted more, and placing her arms around his neck she lifted her mega
heels from the ground and wrapped her legs around his waist. The
sensation was unbelievable, the pressure of him hard against her was
incredible, she pressed harder and harder, he was supporting her weight
and pressing hard moving her up and down on his shaft, sliding in and
out by just a few fractions of an inch.
Suddenly there was an explosion of sound, he cried out loudly, and at
the same time so did she. Their bodies shuddered as if they were one,
pressed hard up against one another, quaking and shaking and groaning.
Then they both relaxed, Terry gently let Marilyn's feet down to the
ground and made to kiss her.
"No Terry, my makeup takes so long and we will have to go back to
Debbie and Tracy soon, so please don't kiss me it will only spoil my
look and it will take me an age to put it straight."
Marilyn could feel her cum oozing out from her latex vagina and quickly
went to her bag for a tissue. She didn't want to have to try and
explain the presence of male cum oozing from her body when Terry had
been wearing a condom. Quickly she reached down and wiped the sticky
white fluid from her latex clad legs, and just as quickly replaced the
tissue in her handbag. She pulled her black latex panties back on,
whilst Terry was across the lane disposing of the condom he had been
wearing. Although Marilyn had wiped herself she knew that there was
still a residue of cum slowly oozing from her vagina, but there was
nothing that she could do about it.
Then a voice came from out of the darkness, just a short distance away
saying, "Well that certainly looked like fun, didn't it Tracy. So
tender too, young love eh?"
"Yes, our cousin is certainly a goer isn't she Debbie. You really are a
slut aren't you Marilyn. You've only known this guy for 24 hours and
you're rutting away with him out in the open in a public place. I hope
he wore a condom."
"Yes, after all, we don't want a pregnant cousin on our hands do we?"
Continued Debbie, boosting Marilyn's credibility myth.
Terry said, "Well what we do is up to us isn't it Debbie, Tracy, we are
consenting adults after all, and for your information, yes, I did wear
a condom. Anyway what are you doing creeping around in the dark out
here, we came to find some privacy."
"Oh I didn't mean to interfere Terry," said Debbie, "We just wondered
if you were alright as you had been gone for such a long time. This is
rather a dodgy area and you can't be too careful. I didn't mean any
offence," she lied, "we just wanted to be sure that you were both OK.".
Marilyn teetered across to Terry and linked her arm in his again,
looked at him sweetly, and said, "Let's go back to the bar shall we
everyone, and have a few drinks, I could do with a drink right now and
I'd like to fix my hair and makeup."
"Yes, that's a good idea Marilyn. I really didn't mean to upset anyone,
and I hope I haven't, I was just teasing that's all, I mean we're all
family after all aren't we sweetheart?" Said Debbie, knowing that her
remark would hit a nerve.
With that, the foursome headed back to the bar and found a table to sit
at. They were served at their table this time, and the tall girl from
behind the bar took their drinks order. Marilyn took out her powder
compact and lipstick and tidied up a little, finishing with a spray of
perfume. Then, after tidying her hair with her comb she said
teasingly, "Terry has asked me to move into his house to live with him,
what do you think I should do, Debbie?"
"Oh you are lucky Marilyn, I think that you should jump at the chance,
Terry is a really nice guy and you seem to hit it off together very
well. I just wish that Tracy and I could find somewhere to live away
from home, we hate being at home with Mum and Dad, they are so strict
and so boring."
Terry blushed uncomfortably at this unexpected compliment, and
immediately fell into the trap that had been laid. "Well Debbie, if you
wanted to you could all move into my place, I have four bedrooms, and
as long as you paid for your keep it wouldn't be a problem. I could use
the extra cash and it would be company for all of us, that is, as long
as you promise not to snoop on Marilyn and I when we are making out
together."
"Oh, really Terry, do you mean it, the thought hadn't crossed my mind,
but oh, what a super idea," said Debbie, "are you sure that we wouldn't
be in the way, we wouldn't want to be a nuisance for you. We certainly
wouldn't abuse your privacy, as I said before we were just a bit
worried about you earlier this evening and came looking."
"There's a lot of room there," went on Terry, "all of the bedrooms are
ensuite and there are two lounges, a huge dining room and a big
basement that I don't really use for anything. So it's settled is it?
When would you like to move in?"
Tracy said "Well, I guess Debbie and I could move in tomorrow if that's
not too soon, I could ring Mum and Dad on their holiday and let them
know what's happening. How about you Marilyn?"
"Same goes for me, I can move any time," she replied, "but I must
insist, Terry, that I have my own privacy, I want my own room to be my
own room, and that you respect that, otherwise we can forget it
straight away."
"That's fair enough Marilyn," said Terry innocently, "I can understand
that, and you have a lot of paraphernalia to do with your job that you
need to have in your own private area, I'm sure."
Marilyn placed her hand on Terry's thigh, and began gently stroking him
absent mindedly, with her long black talons. Suddenly, she looked down
at her own legs through the clear glass of the table, and saw a very
clear white fluid residue had deposited itself on her black latex
tights, and had oozed down her legs below the hemline of her dress, and
in clear view to everyone. She was leaking, she must have cum loads and
it was slowly finding its way out through her vagina and running out
from the leg openings in her panties and down her legs.
Fortunately, Terry was mesmerised with the action of her stroking his
leg, like a dog having its belly stroked, and Debbie and Tracy were
talking about what they had to move, and how they were going to go
about it. Marilyn thought that if she leapt to her feet and made a dash
to the ladies room it would only draw attention to her fast growing
sticky white dilemma. Coupled with this, the sight of the cum on her
latex clad leg was turning her on, and her cock was growing hard in the
sheath of her latex vagina. The more she looked at the mess, the bigger
her cock became and proportionally so did the puddle on her leg. She
couldn't cross her legs now to cover up, the mess was too much, and it
would just squeeze out and deposit itself further around her thighs.
She became aware of a figure standing over them. It was the tall
platinum blond barmaid carrying a tray of drinks which she was
transferring to the table top. As she transferred the glasses of fresh
drinks onto the table, she knocked Terry's fresh glass of beer straight
into Marilyn's lap, and quickly and efficiently, whilst apologising
profusely, placed the bar towel that she had been carrying, over
Marilyn's lap and upper legs.
"Oh my goodness," she said, "I'm just so sorry, what a clumsy girl I
am, let me help you to the washroom sweetheart and we'll get you
cleaned up shall we?"
With that, she very adeptly swept Marilyn quickly to her spike heeled
and toed feet, and whisked her out of the room to the ladies powder
room.
This had all taken about 5 seconds, and no-one had really seen what was
happening except that Marilyn was being led out to the washroom.
The barmaid said to Marilyn, "I could see that you had a bit of an
embarrassing problem there honey, whatever have you been doing to get
all that cum running down your legs." Then she dabbed at the beer and
cum on Marilyn's upper legs and saw her panties with the rubber vagina
just showing through. "Oh I see," she said, you're a guy, "well that's
not unusual in here, but what have you been up to to get like that,
look! It's still coming out!"
"I had sex with that guy who's sitting with us, out in the lane, and
with my latex vagina, when I cum it oozes out afterwards for ages. I
don't know what to do about it, and now my cock is hard again. Hey, why
am I telling you all this, I don't even know you?"
"Don't worry baby, I've got a cock too under all of this." Said the
barmaid moving her hands down her body to indicate what she meant by,
"all of this." Then she hitched up her skirt and pulled down her pretty
pink satin panties to reveal the biggest cock Marilyn had ever seen. It
must have been ten inches long and it was only semi hard.
"My name is Sylvia, she said, well, my fem name. Do you like what you
see? would you like some? Would you like to feel my big cock inside
your lovely latex vagina?"
"I'm Marilyn, Sylvia, but what about the others?" said Marilyn,
unconcerned about the morals of such an act, "they'll wonder where I
am, won't they? And I'll just have an even messier vagina when we are
finished."
"I'll go and tell them that you are drying out, and you will be a
little while if you like, and I have a solution to your sticky dilemma
too." Replied Sylvia.
After a short while Sylvia returned, and led Marilyn into one of the
cubicles, locking the door behind them. Sitting down on the seat, she
hitched up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and began playing with
her monster cock. Marilyn just stood in front of her in disbelief
hardly knowing how she came to be doing this. She watched Sylvia's
massive manhood, mesmerised, and started to become aroused herself. She
slid down her latex panties, and began to rub her own rubber vagina,
and consequently her own penis too. Pressing and slipping her hand in
and out of her sex she felt the lubricating sachets doing their work
and she could feel her vagina become very moist. She was standing over
Sylvia, with her crotch nearly in her face, and they were both becoming
very excited. Sylvia said, "Do you want to ride my monster cock,
Marilyn? Isn't it a beauty?"
"In a minute," replied Marilyn, and got down on her knees in front of
Sylvia. Opening her mouth wide she just managed to slip her black shiny
lips around the head of Sylvia's gigantic cock, taking about half of
its length before it touched the back of her throat. She gagged a
little, and eased back, then pushed again and again until the head was
at the back of her mouth and slipping down her throat. In and out she
pushed and pushed until its entire length had disappeared into her
mouth completely and her lips were touching the base of Sylvia's shaft,
and her long lashes were brushing her tummy. She looked up to see
Sylvia's face was a picture of total incredulity, staring at Marilyn's
deep throat action with her mouth wide open.
Marilyn then slid Sylvia's cock from her mouth before she had a chance
to cum, and stood back up on her steel spike heels and toes. Placing
one foot either side of her knees she crouched down over the enormous
member, and gradually slid it into her vagina, inching the massive
phallus into her latex sex until it had completely disappeared. She
rode the cock, lifting just a little then forcing herself back down
hard, feeling it rubbing against her own hard member inside the sheath.
After a short while Sylvia's body went rigid, and she felt her cock
exploding inside her, gushing vast quantities of creamy cum. Marilyn
kept riding this fantasy phallus until she came too, spurting inside
her sheath and adding to the problem that had caused her to be in the
washroom in the first place.
Marilyn lifted herself up, took some tissue from the dispenser, and
wiped herself as best she could, then slid her latex panties back on,
"Now what's your solution to my leaky problem, Sylvia?"
Sylvia slowly lifted herself from the toilet seat and cleaned up too,
then put her panties back on and said, "Well it's quite simple really,
you'll have to wear a tampon, that's what real girls do when they have
their monthly leaky problems."
"Of course, said Marilyn, it is simple isn't it." And as she spoke
Sylvia handed her a box of tampons.
"It's quite easy really, you just slide it in using the dispenser and
it will soak up any excess fluid. No sex for you now though my girl,"
Sylvia went on, "You're having your first period, hehe."
They both fixed up their hair and makeup and returned to the bar,
Sylvia returning to her duties and Marilyn rejoining the others, both
of them a picture of innocence as if nothing had happened.
"You were a long time, Marilyn, is everything OK?" Asked Terry showing
genuine concern.
"Oh yes it took a while for me to get dried off, and now my period has
started," she replied in a casual, matter of fact way.
Debbie looked at her a little surprised on hearing this remark but
chose not to question it, and said, "I've just telephoned Mum, Marilyn
and she's happy that we all, um, that is Tracy, me and you move out,
she said it might teach us how to be responsible and adult. She asked
me if she could speak with Peter and I explained that he had gone for a
job interview in Scotland and would be away for a few days, in fact, if
he got the job he would be away for a lot longer than that."
Terry then said, "Oh, that's a shame, I was hoping to go for a drink
with Pete in the next day or two and tell him about Marilyn and what
was happening with us all."
"Marilyn just smiled at him gratuitously and said. "Well I'm sure the
situation will arise in the not too distant future when you will be
able to get together with him Terry, he'll probably have a few things
to tell you too if he's had to travel up to Scotland."
Debbie then said that she felt they should all go to their own homes
and prepare for the house move the following day.
Terry called for a cab and they went to their respective homes, Terry
to spend the last night alone in his home and the girls for the last
night at their parent's house.
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