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Part Three
I awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing.
The memories of the previous night came flooding back to me, and while I
still felt that familiar pang of guilt at "betraying" my manhood, the
memories of just how good it had felt to be in Stanley's arms overwhelmed
me. I brushed my teeth, opened my suitcase and put on a fresh pair of
panties, and reached for my shorts. Then I changed my mind, and walked
into Stanley's kitchen wearing just panties. I found him fixing
breakfast, wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a big smile.
"Good morning, darlin'," he said, and "darlin'," complete with the dropped
"g," still sounded funny with a Tanzaninan accent.
"Hey, big boy," I chuckled, "what are you making me for breakfast?"
Without any awkwardness or hesitation, he wrapped his arms around me and
we kissed again, his hands lingering on my pantied bottom, and I felt his
erection making itself known again. I don't know where he had learned to
cook, but it was a Southern feast: bacon, fried eggs, buttered biscuits
and honey, strong black coffee and orange juice, and I discovered that I
was ravenous.
"I really enjoyed last night," he said, "I wish I had known earlier. I
would have made you my girlfriend a long time ago."
His girlfriend? Is that what I was? I mean...I was sitting in his
apartment wearing nothing but a pair of lacy little nylon panties after
having spent the previous night with his cock in my mouth and the rest of
the night cuddled next to him, but...his girlfriend?
I guess I sorta was, come to think of it...
"Is that okay with you?" he asked. I thought about it. I had been dating
girls, but no one seriously, and I really liked Stanley. He wasn't "my
Tanzanian friend" anymore; he had long ago become just my friend, in many
ways, my best friend. And I realized that I had become aware of him
physically a long time ago. He was beautiful. Very well-built, with
lovely dark, almost black skin. And he smelled good, like a man, and I
got a tingle realizing how attracted to all that that I really was. And
the sex... Well, I had never felt that good with anyone, and he hadn't
even fucked me yet. (Although how I was going to handle that monster of
his once the time came I had no idea.) Could I do this?
"Yes, Stanley. I'd like to be your girlfriend." We spent the rest of
breakfast figuring out how we would move forward. It was West Texas after
all, and both of us agreed that we didn't need to advertise a same-sex
relationship, much less an interracial one. I'd still live in the dorm,
but I'd come over and "visit" with Stanley as the opportunity presented
itself. Luckily, we had another week of "opportunity" before classes
started back, so we had a week to indulge ourselves.
Stanley left for work, and I had a couple of hours free before I had to go
to my job, so I ran a warm bath. Lounging in the tub and reflecting on
the whirlwind of events in the last 24 hours, it struck me that Stanley
still hadn't actually mentioned anything about my wearing panties. He had
spent a lot of time last night caressing my nylon-covered bottom, and he
had helped me put my panties back on before we went to sleep; obviously,
he liked the idea. Maybe he'd like a little more femininity on my part?
On an impulse, I took a razor and shaved my legs and underarms. I had
shaved my legs a few times before, and I loved the clean, smooth feeling
it gave me.
I left early for work so I could stop by the mall on the way. My heart
started beating faster as I considered what I was about to do. I arrived
just as the stores opened and went straight to the lingerie department.
(This was before the internet, and buying lingerie was much more of an
adventure.) I loved wearing hosiery. The tickle of nylons surrounding
half my body as I wore them during the day, serving as a gentle reminder
of my feminine (and less than masculine) state, made them my favorite
article of female clothing. But I still had to buy them, and as I
approached the hosiery aisle I just knew that every eye in the store was
on me. I found what I wanted quickly: coffee colored stay-up stockings
with reinforced heel and toe. I picked up four packages, then got two
pairs in black just for good measure. So far, no salesladies had
approached me offering any help, but I still had to go up to the counter
to pay for them.
Maybe the saleslady had seen it all before. Maybe she had other things on
her mind. I simply approached the register with the stockings and she
rang me up.
"Are you sure you have the right size, dear?" she asked.
"I... I think so..." I stammered.
"Well, if they don't fit, bring back the unopened packages and we can
trade for the proper size." I was ready to offer a lame story about
"buying something for my sister," but something in this lady's nonchalant
manner put me at ease. I thanked her for her offer of the returns as I
paid for the stockings. She bagged up the packages and as I reached
across the counter for the bag, she gently put her hand on mine and
cheerfully said, "Enjoy."
No one else was around. It was obvious she assumed that I was buying
these for myself (and, of course, I was...), so I politely thanked her.
She said, "My name's Ellen, and I work most weekday mornings. Drop by if
you need anything else." Then she handed me a business card with her name
and extension number at the store.
"Thank you so much, Ellen!"
"Have a good day, dear."
One thing was for sure: I was going back to that Dillards! I didn't have
a long shift at work that day and made it home about an hour before
Stanley. I took a shower, changed into a fresh pair of panties, and
pulled a pair of the coffee colored nylons over my legs. Then I put on a
pair of jeans, a tee shirt, and a pair of sneakers with no socks. At a
casual glance, nothing looked out of the ordinary, but a close look at my
ankles would show a very smooth, very feminine-looking bit of leg. I had
always had fun playing that little game with Rick, and I wanted to see
what sort of reaction I would get from Stanley.
I was fixing a pizza when Stanley got home. He came over and stood close
behind me as I worked in the kitchen. Very close. I stopped, turned
around, and as he put his arms around my waist, I put mine around his
neck, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a long kiss. After supper, Stanley
took a shower and came into the living room wearing a pair of athletic
shorts. We sat close to each other watching TV, letting our hands do
whatever they wanted. I liked running my hands along the muscles of his
upper arms and his torso, and his hands wandered around my shoulders, then
my thighs, then up under my shirt. It was nice just sitting next to him,
relaxing, exploring each other. But I still wanted to see what he would
do when he saw my stockings. I put my feet up on the coffee table.
Nothing... Finally, after a few minutes, I couldn't stand it anymore. I
kicked my shoes off, and my nylon-encased feet with the reinforced heels
and toes were out in the open. Even then it took him a minute to notice,
but when he did, he gasped, then reached for my feet and began caressing
them. He loved it!
I shifted around on the couch so that my feet were in his lap. Stanley
ran his hands all over my feet and up my legs, reaching under my jeans,
trying to get his hands as far up my legs as he could. He massaged the
arches of my feet and it felt wonderful. Then he moved around and
began kissing my feet, the soles, the arches, my ankles...he was
worshipping my feet! I gently rubbed my feet over his neck and his face.
This was a whole new thing that I had never experienced with Rick. I had
never felt so desired by anyone, and it felt like I was entering a whole
new level of femininity. It was time to give him the whole show. I
unzipped my jeans and Stanley helped me take them off. His eyes grew wide
as he saw the lace tops of my stockings and my smooth, hairless legs. I
took off my shirt and lay before him on the couch, dressed in nothing more
than a skimpy little pair of nylon panties and stockings. He caressed and
kissed my calves, the back of my knees, the inside of my thighs...toyed
with the top of my stockings and ran his fingers lightly inside the lacy
leg openings of my panties. I felt shivers go through me as he moved
higher up my body. Whether he meant to or not, he was playing me like an
instrument. I was losing my head... I wanted him all over me, on top of
me, inside me!
"Come here," I gasped, and he lay on top of me. I wrapped my stockinged
legs around him and we kissed...and kissed. I felt myself swept away
again by passion, feeling him, smelling him, tasting him. Is this what
girls felt like? I was laying under a big, muscular man, and my instinct
was to spread my legs wide, to be receptive...to lay under him a feel his
weight pressing into me. My nipples felt tingly and hot, and suddenly I
wished I had firm, smooth breasts with large nipples. Breasts that
Stanley could play with and nibble on...breasts that I could use to nurse
Stanley's baby. As if he had read my mind, Stanley lightly pinched my
nipples between his fingers, and I cried out as I lurched tighter against
him. A kaleidoscope of images flashed through my mind: babies nursing at
my breasts, Stanley lifting the veil of my wedding dress and kissing me, a
little house with a white picket fence, and in the bedroom, Stanley
standing before me, with me on my knees, worshipping his enormous, erect,
black... I wanted to be fucked. More than anything, I needed to feel his
sperm inside me.
We tore ourselves away from each other, and Stanley carried me into the
bedroom. As much as I wanted him inside me, there was still the problem
of just how to fit his cock inside me. It was big. Eight inches erect
and thick. From my experience with Rick, I knew that we needed to be
gentle. I had Stanley lay on his back, then went into the bathroom and
applied lots of lube to my opening. Then I knelt between Stanley's legs,
kissed his beautiful cock, then applied lots of lube to the shaft. I
moved up and got on my knees over Stanley in the cowgirl position, then
lowered myself until the tip of his cock touched my butt. Stanley lay
there motionless, letting me take control, and I looked into his eyes as I
relaxed myself and applied more and more pressure to the joining of our
bodies. It took a couple of tries, but I felt my opening give way,
allowing just the tip of his penis to poke inside. I waited...then
lowered myself a little more...feeling myself open up...then felt
resistance. I moved off of him, applied more lube to the tip of his cock
and my...pussy...then lowered myself onto him again. I don't know how
Stanley was so patient, but he just lay there watching me, caressing my
thighs and arms, letting me set the pace of my demasculinization. The
second time, the head slipped in easily, and ever so slowly, I got the
head of his penis past my anal ring. I moved up and down a couple of
times, feeling just the first couple of inches of that thick black cock
move in and out of me, a preview of what was to come. I applied even more
lube to the tip of his cock, and the third time I tried it, his penis
slipped into me easily, and I lowered myself down slowly, feeling every
inch as Stanley invaded my body. Lower, lower...feeling the thickness of
his cock pressing against me, widening me, stretching me, making me more
receptive...until I felt his pubic hairs against my butt, and I let my
weight settle against his groin, filled now with eight thick inches of
black cock. My nipples were on fire, and I grabbed Stanley's hand and put
the against my chest. As turned on as I was, my own penis was completely
limp, perhaps understanding that I was relegated to the female role. I
gyrated up and down on his cock, letting it thrust in and out of me,
raising myself until only the tip was inside, then luxuriously lowering
myself down again, feeling his cock fill me up...invading me...possessing
me...fucking me.
After a few minutes, I was loose enough for another position, and I wanted
Stanley to fuck me missionary style. I got on my back, and Stanley
slipped a pillow under my butt. I raised my legs in the air, spreading
them wide, admiring the reinforced toes and heels of my stockinged feet.
Then Stanley positioned himself between my legs, and I wrapped them around
his torso. Stanley took control as he gently, slowly, but inexorably
inserted himself into me again. I felt myself filling up with him again.
It was different this time. Before, I had set the pace, but with Stanley
on top of me, I was at his mercy. He was pressing himself into me, over
and over, gently but so deeply, and with each thrust, I felt more and more
that submitting to him was what I was meant to do. Sex with girls had
been okay; with Rick, it had been fun but was more like play acting a
naughty game. But feeling Stanley inside of me made me dizzy. He was
ruining me as a male. All I wanted in life was this: to submit to his
desires, to give up my body to give him pleasure. I ran my hands over his
broad, dark shoulders, feeling the hot smoothness of his skin and the
hardened muscles beneath. Then his back, covered with sweat. Moving my
hands all over him, marveling at his strength, and feeling privileged to
be able to give him this sensation. My hands moved down to his rock hard
buttocks, feeling them tighten and relax with each thrust into me. His
cock filled me up, completing me, changing me, turning me...receptive.
His hands were all over me, holding me, stroking my face, my hair, my
nipples. Time seemed to stop and I felt joined to Stanley not just
physically but mentally and spiritually.
I don't know how long it lasted. It may have been five minutes or five
hours. My mind went somewhere, all thoughts overwhelmed by the ecstasy of
this incredible invasion of my body. But after awhile, I felt Stanley
stiffen, and his movements became more frantic and mechanical. I knew he
was about to come. This is what I had enjoyed most with Rick: that moment
when his body went into automatic, preparing to release his seed into me.
Stanley held me tight. I could feel the sweat drip off his shoulders onto
me. He jerked, cried out, and thrust one more time, embedding himself
firmly into me as he released. I felt even fuller inside, and then more
lubricated as his sperm coated my insides. Stanley shuddered, let out a
long breath, and collapsed on top of me. We lay there motionless,
exhausted, peaceful. My legs were spread wide and my man lay between
them. I could feel his breathing as he lay on me. I kissed his neck and
held him close, not wanting the contact between our bodies to end. We lay
there like that for a long time, until Stanley rolled over onto his back.
I held my butt tight, not wanting his seed to leak out of me. I knew that
deep inside me, Stanley's sperm was working its way up into me, looking
for an egg, trying to impregnate me, trying to make me a mother. I was
sad for a moment, realizing that I couldn't get pregnant, but I also knew
that I could make Stanley happy just by trying, and I knew we would be
doing a lot of that. After all, I was his girlfriend.
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