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Chapter 11: I meet Layla's friends Ginger and Pam, and more cosplay
I awoke the next morning to Layla sucking my cock. She was deep throating
it.
She noticed I was awake and stopped.
"It was tent poling the covers when I returned from the bathroom this
morning," she said.
"Probably because I was dreaming about you," I said smiling.
"Or you need to take a pee," she said.
"Nothing gets past you. Yes, my bladder is full," I said.
She let go of my cock. "Get to it then," she said.
I went to the bathroom and emptied my bladder. When I returned, she was
laying on her stomach. Her butt was raised. She had two brown pillows and
a towel underneath her abdomen. When she saw me come in, she bent her
knees and brought them up, exposing her rosebud. She was making it "wink"
at me.
"Do you see something you like?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," I said.
"I cleaned it especially good this morning. I see you got Adult Wet
Wipes. That was an excellent idea. I used one and it left me amazingly
clean back there," she said.
I came over to the bed. My cock, which had gone soft, was rising to
attention.
"Kiss my butt" she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Kiss my butt. Oh, not the hole. Just the butt cheeks," she said.
I kissed her butt. She smelled like soap. I kissed the other butt cheek.
"Am I clean?" she asked.
"Clean. All I smell is soap," I said.
"Those Adult Wet Wipes are a good product. Now, let's see how good the
lube product is..." she said.
I grabbed the pump bottle of lube and shot some onto my fingers. I
touched my lubed finger to her rosebud. It opened a little. I slid it
inside.
"Do I feel empty inside?" she asked.
I felt around. "I think you're going to be full in about a minute," I
said.
"Good. No need to have empty space back there," she said, wiggling her
ass.
A few moments later, I was slipping my cock past her spincter and she was
moaning. I tried, but couldn't do it, to hold out and fuck her for 90
minutes. I think I made it about 9 minutes before her clenching, hot,
beautiful asshole received my cum deep inside. When I withdrew, her ass
hung open and she winked her sphincter at me. My cum dribbled from her
ass. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.
"That's the way to start a day," she said.
"I agree. Shall we take a shower?" I asked.
"Sure. Help me with the towel. We don't want cum on the bed or dripped on
the floor," she said.
I helped her by folding the towel underneath her into a kind of diaper,
which she held in place until she got the bathroom. There, she dropped
herself onto the toilet and let the accumulated cum and lube drip out.
She wiped using regular toilet paper.
Meanwhile, I wiped my cock with an Adult Wet Wipe, and dried it with
toilet paper.
"We kind of stink. I think we definitely need to take a shower," I said.
"Yes, that would be fun. But first, you need to take off the wig. I'll
help you," she said.
"I forgot that I had it on" I said, leaning down so she could remove it.
The tape was very strong. It actually left a red line on my forehead when
it got peeled off. She carefully folded the wig and put it on the
counter.
I turned on the shower and stepped in. She followed me. We washed each
other. I had missed playing with her hard nipples for more than a week,
and spent a lot of time soaping them with my hands. She was moaning and
her cock was hard. When she washed me, she made sure I was clean from
head to toe, but concentrated on my cock and ass. We stepped from the
shower, and dried each other.
"I need to go to my house to pick up some things. Would you like to go
with me?" she asked.
"Sure, I'll come with you," I said, following her cute wiggling butt into
the bedroom.
"Nice double entendre," she said.
I laughed once I realized what I had said.
We went to her house in her car. She lived in an apartment. Inside, it
was clean and neat. She emptied her suitcase. Some went into a hamper.
Others got hung up or put into drawers. I looked into her closets. She
had a lot of cosplay costumes.
"See anything you'd like me to bring?" she asked.
"What is this one supposed to be?" I asked, pulling out a red and blue
dress.
"That's a dress from one of the science fiction mangas. The girl who wore
it was a futanari. Notice how it has shiny red panties with a slot cut in
them. The slot goes around back. When she wore them, her cock was trapped
in front and tenacled monsters used her ass," she said, picking up a
bright purple wig.
"That looks like the blue wig, only purple," I said.
"It is. This goes with this outfit," she said, pulling out a purple
corset, very short purple skirt, and purple panties. The panties were
crotchless.
"I take it that's not a Comic-con outfit?" I said, smiling
"Of the dozen or so outfits I have, only 1, or maybe 2, that I could wear
in public without changing the panties," she said, putting the outfit and
wig back in the closet. "Do you see anything you'd like me to bring home
for later?" she asked.
I pulled out the red and blue dress. "Which wig goes with this one?" I
asked.
She pulled out a bright blue wig, just like the one I wore last night.
"Oh, so we can match," I said.
"No, I don't have a matching dress like that one for you," she said.
"Did that futa's lover wear a dress?" I asked smiling.
"No, the tenacled monster didn't wear a dress," she said.
"So, there you are," I said.
"To re-create that Manga, I'll need you to grown 3 more penises, and have
them be about 5 feet long," she said.
"Isn't this dress used in other Manga's?" I asked.
"I haven't seen it," she said.
"Can't we make our own story line up?" I asked.
"We sure can. But, I think you'd be able to wear this one. It was big on
me," she said, smiling and pulling out a similarly colored, but
differently styled, red and blue dress. The shiny blue panties were
crotchless. There were falsies in the cups of the low cut dress.
"That looks somewhat similar to the one I picked out for you," I said.
"This one was from a Manga about a young boy who was accidentally sent to
a school for futanari. They gave him this dress to fit in. By the end of
the comic, he's the class President," she said.
"So it's a boy's dress?" I said, trying to determine the craziness of the
comic's logic
"Yes. In the Manga, a boy wore this dress to fame and fortune. Along the
way, he also had a lot of sex, as you might figure out from the panties,"
she said.
"Ok," I said.
"This comes with a regular pair of panties to go over top of the
crotchless panties. I wore this to Comic-con last year," she said.
"You wore this to Comic-con?" I asked.
"Sure, why not?" she asked.
"Did people recognize it?" I asked.
"A few young men propositioned me," she said.
"Did they know you have a cock?" I asked.
"I was wearing the chastity cage. It produced a bulge in the panties. The
skirt is so short, they had to know," she said.
"I take it you didn't take them up on their offers?" I asked.
"No, I passed," she said.
"That's good to hear," I said.
"Why don't you try it on, before we take it home?" she asked.
"It looks like it'll fit. If it turns you on, I'll wear it for you," I
said.
"Let's be sure it fits," she said, unbuttoning my shirt.
She had me naked in a less than a minute. I put on the crotchless
panties, and then the regular panties. My cock was clearly visible
through the thin fabric.
"You need to tuck that," she said.
"I don't know what you mean," I said.
"Let me show you," she said, reaching into my panties. She grabbed my
cock, slid down the panties, pulled my cock between my legs. It started
to get hard. She pulled the panties up. "There, no cock bulge," she said.
I looked down. "Damn, you're right," I said surprised.
She unzipped the back of the dress and brought it around. I put my arms
into the holes. She zipped up the back. The dress fit a little tight, but
ok. She came around the front and fiddled with the falsies. She put the
wig on my head and stepped back. I saw myself in the mirror. I looked
like a girl.
"How's the fit?" she asked.
"A little tight, but ok," I said.
"Let's really go for it," she said.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Sit down at my make up table and let me tape the wig," she said.
I sat down and she taped the wig in place with new tape. "Now, let's fix
your face," she said.
"Make up?" I asked.
"We need to make your eyes bigger," she said, picking up some eye liner.
I said nothing as she put the eye liner on. Looking into the mirror, I
could see the effect when she finished one eye. I looked more cartoonish,
a Japanese girl with big eyes. She finished the second eye. "Mascara" she
said, and then put mascara on. My eye lashes now matched the big eyes so
common in Japanese Manga. "Eyebrow pencil" she said, touching up my eye
brows.
I looked in the mirror. I could have stepped off the pages of the comic.
"Your legs are too hairy. If you put on the red stockings that go with
this outfit, they'll be lumpy," she said.
"You want to shave them?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, we'll shave them," she said, leading me to the bathroom.
I didn't protest. Whatever made her hot, works for me.
She shaved my legs using an electric razor, then brought me back to the
bedroom to put on the stockings. She handed me white platform shoes with
straps that wrapped up to my calves to put on. She helped me up and led
me to the mirror.
I was awesome! "Wow, that's quite a change!" I said.
"Yes, you're now good enough to win at Comic-con," she said.
I stepped back and stumbled. She caught me. "You need practice walking in
platforms like these. Let me hold your hand and we'll walk around the
apartment," she said, taking my hand.
After we made a complete tour of the apartment a few times, she left me
to look through her closet to see if there were any other outfits in
there that I might like to take home with me for her (or I) to wear. She
went to the living room to make a phone call.
When she got back into the bedroom, I had several candidates in mind. She
showed me the accessories that went with each. In the end, I chose a
green and white outfit with a micro skirt, the little red riding hood
outfit, and a bridal gown. The panties for the bridal gown had a remote
controlled vibrating penis sheath and a built in vibrating dildo that
also inflated.
Layla wanted to put on the green and white outfit. Like the one I was
wearing, it was low cut, with falsies. The panties for it were
crotchless. A pair of white stockings, a green wig, and sequined green
platform shoes completed the outfit. She was stunning looking. The micro
skirt didn't even reach low enough to cover her erection, which dangled
in front of her.
"I need to put on my face," she said, going to the make-up table.
I sat on the bed watching her apply the make-up.
The door bell rang.
"That'll be Ginger and Pam. I called them to come over to meet you. Could
you go let them in?" she asked.
"Dressed like this?" I asked.
"Don't worry, they're cool with Manga cosplay. If you feel really
embarassed, tell them I was having you try on the dress for Comic-con,"
she said.
"Ok," I said, going to the front door.
I looked through the peep hole. There was a tall blonde standing there. I
recalled Ginger as being a red head from the videos, but didn't know Pam.
I opened the door.
"So, you're the girl who stole my girlfriend!" the blonde yelled.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Martinique," she said.
I then realized this must be the camera operator who had breasts and a
big cock.
"Is Layla expecting you?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"I'll ask if she wants to talk to you," I said, and closed the door.
I went back to the bedroom.
"Martinique is at the front door. She seems a bit upset," I said.
"Tell her to go away. I told her I didn't want to speak to her ever again
and I mean it," she said.
I went back to the door, looked through the peephole, and saw no one.
I opened the door, looked around. Martinique had left.
I closed the door and went back to the bedroom. "Martinique seems to have
left," I said.
"Good," she said, concentrating on her eye liner.
The doorbell rang again a few minutes later. I went back to the front
door and looked through the peephole, expecting to see Martinique there.
Instead, I saw 2 redheads in matching bright green Manga outfits. I
opened the door.
"I'm Ginger" one girl said.
"And I'm her twin Pamela," the other girl said.
"You must be Toni?" Ginger asked.
"Yes, I'm Tony," I said, opening the door so they could come in.
They stepped past me. The scent of their perfume wafted past. I closed
the door.
"Turn around, let's see!" Pamela asked me.
I turned all the way around so they could see the whole outfit.
"It fits her perfectly, don't you think?" Pamela asked Ginger.
"Like a second skin. And the wig looks so much like her real hair!"
Ginger said.
"Layla put it on me. She also did the make-up," I said.
"You look like you stepped off the pages of the 'Wrong School' comic.
It's incredible," Pamela said.
"I haven't seen the comic," I said.
"I think Layla keeps her printed Hentai in the coffee table drawer,"
Ginger said, stepping over to the coffee table. "I know she has this one
as a printed copy, because she made a special point to take it to Comic-
con last year when she wore that outfit," Ginger said as she rummaged
through the dozen or more comic books in there. "Here it is!" she said,
holding it up triumphantly.
"Let's compare," Pamela said.
Ginger flipped through a few pages. "Look, she's almost perfect. The only
thing wrong is the underwear and sex," she said.
"I thought the main character was a boy?" I asked.
"He is. Aren't you physically a girl?" Ginger asked.
"No, I'm a boy," I said.
"Then there is no reason for you to wear the underwear and hide it,"
Pamela said.
"It would be obscene to answer the door in crotchless underwear," I said.
"Ha! I once answered the door to get a pizza wearing only a smile,"
Ginger said.
"That's because you're a girl," Pamela said. "You can get away with that
kind of thing."
As I rolled back in my brain the video with Ginger, she was, in fact, a
girl in the later movie. In the earlier movie, she definitely was not.
"Horny pizza delivery boys are more likely to forget to get paid when a
naked woman answers the door than a naked male," Layla said, entering the
room.
"How true," Ginger said. "If Pam did it, there might be screaming
involved."
"I resent that," Pamela said.
"I'm prepared to put it to a test to see one way or the other," Ginger
said.
I laughed.
"I think there's way too many pairs of underwear being worn over
underwear in this room," Layla said. "Why don't we all wear the costumes
like they're supposed to be worn?"
Pamela pulled down her panties, revealing crotchless panties underneath.
She untucked her cock and stroked it to a solid erection. She was, I then
realized, the earlier redhead version of Ginger.
"That's one thing about Pam, she's always ready to show it off," Ginger
said.
"Your turn," Layla said to me.
I pulled off the panties, exposing my crotchless panties and hardening
cock.
"Nice one," Ginger said.
"Ginger, you're still wearing panties," Pamela said.
Ginger stripped out of her panties. She was all girl underneath, shaved
completely clean.
Pamela took the comic book from Ginger. "I seem to recall that the boy
receives a blow job from a red haired girl in a green dress in the first
chapter," Pamela said.
"Are you up for that?" Layla asked me.
"Ginger, step up," I said.
"Not me?" Pamela asked.
"I think you're in the second chapter, aren't you?" Layla asks, taking
the book from Pamela and flipping it a few pages.
"Oh, yes. You're right," Pamela said, as she and Layla examined the book.
Ginger got on to her knees in front of me and started to lick my cock.
Then kiss it. Then suck on it. Then bob her head in a fucking motion. The
girl was a great cocksucker. Of course, I had watched her service 100 men
in one video, so there was no reason to expect anything different. My
cock head was hitting the back of her throat and she wasn't gagging. I
couldn't last very long with a woman of her skill and practice. I came in
her mouth. She let out a squealing sound when my cum filled her mouth.
When I was done, she cleaned my cock off.
She got up, wiping her mouth with her finger. "Yummy," she said.
Layla showed me the book. In Chapter 2, the boy sucks off a well endowed
red haired girl in a green dress. This was obviously Pamela's part.
I looked over at Pamela. She spread her legs and her cock bounced.
"I suppose you want me to participate in Chapter 2?" I asked Layla
"It wouldn't be right to skip to chapter 3 without completing chapter 2,"
Layla said.
I got on my knees. Pamela brought her big cock to my lips.
"Be gentle" I said, and then started to kiss the head of Pamela's cock.
She moaned a little when I began tonguing it. When I took it into my
mouth, she started to convulse and hold my head. I sucked on it no more
than a minute before Pamela blew a huge load in my mouth. It was
different tasting than Layla's. Not quite as sweet, but still good. I
swallowed the cum, and wiped my lips with my finger. I hadn't spilled
any.
I got up off the ground.
"You did very well," Ginger said.
"Exceptional," Layla said.
"Is there a Chapter 3?" I asked.
Ginger laid down on the dining room table, pulling her legs up to expose
her pussy and her ass. Both looked well used.
Layla showed me a page which showed a redhead in a green dress being ass
fucked by a green haired girl in a green dress. Layla's cock was fully
up. I realized neither Pamela nor I were going to participate in Chapter
3.
Pamela handed Layla the lube. Layla handed it to me and asked me to lube
Ginger.
I used a finger to push lube into Ginger's ass, then lubed Layla's cock.
I didn't think Ginger was going to have a problem, since Layla's cock was
on the thinner side, and Ginger was very loose back there.
Layla put it in. You'd think that she was sporting a horse sized cock the
way Ginger started to moan and carry on. Layla gave Ginger a nice long
fuck before she filled her bowels with cum.
After Layla removed her cock from Ginger's ass, Ginger said, "That was
fun, but I didn't cum."
"Tony, you're used to pussies. Why don't you assist her with your
tongue?" Pamela asked.
"That sounds like a good idea. Are you willing?" Layla asked me
I got down on my knees in front of her. The smell of anal sex was very
strong. Her pussy was also producing a strong scent. I began to lick her
clit. She put her legs around my head and pulled my head in with her
hands. She used her legs to give her leverage, and began to buck her
pussy and clit against my face. I could barely breathe. Five, then ten
minutes of her effectively riding my face, and then she came, with a
wimper. I thought her thighs were going to crush my head like a grape,
her grip on my head was so strong. I was grateful when she released me.
I sat back on the floor, my face covered with Ginger's juices. Ginger was
on the sofa panting heavily.
"She must have liked you," Pamela said. "Normally, she'd lock her legs
around the back of their head and squeeze until they scream or pass out."
"One question, and it might seem like a dumb question. Are Pamela and
Ginger actually twins?" I asked to Layla
"Yes, we're twins," Pamela said.
"And, through the magic of modern surgery, we will be identical twins
someday," Ginger added.
Pamela smiled. "Although, I'm going to miss some aspects of having this,"
she said, shaking her soft cock.
"I'm keeping mine. And I demand Tony keep his," Layla said.
We all laughed.
After kisses goodbye, Ginger and Pamela left.
When I went into the bathroom to wipe the scent of Ginger off my face, my
make up was a mess. After I wiped it off, I looked more like me again.
When I re-entered the bedroom, expecting to take off the outfit, Layla
stopped me.
"It would be fun for you to drive home in full Manga. That way, when we
get home, we won't have to get changed again," she said with a smile.
I reluctantly agreed. She insisted I get new make-up, to transform me
again into the comic boy. I agreed, knowing that it really turns her on.
Of course, to leave the house, both of us put on regular underwear over
top of the crotchess underwear.
I had some difficulty driving home in the platform shoes, even after I
re-positioned the seat. I accidentally exceeded the speed limit and was
pulled over. The policeman asked for my driver's license, which was in my
pants pocket. My pants were in the trunk of the car, in a bag underneath
the cosplay outfits we were bringing home. I had to get out of the car,
open the trunk, bend over, get the pants, get the wallet, and then hand
the license to the driver. He took a brief look at the license, told me
to be more careful with my speed, and then remarked that he'd "be happy
when Comic-con was over". He let me go with a warning. When we were about
a block away, Layla burst into hysterical laughter over the whole thing.
I, on the other hand, was totally embarassed.
When we got home, we brought in the contents of the trunk of the car.
Layla hauled her suitcase, which contained various other items she
needed, like make-up, to the master bedroom. I carried the cos-play
outfits. Layla then announced that we needed to clean the first floor
because I "cleaned like a guy". We finished the living room and the
dining room before we decided to call it quits and go to bed.
In the bedroom, Layla helped me out of the cos-play dress and shoes. She
showed me how to take off make-up, and how to fold the stockings I had
been wearing to avoid creases the next time I wore them. We hung our
dresses in the closet, and added the ones we had transported from Layla's
house. I emptied a drawer in my dresser for panties, bras, garter belts,
and other female underwear, and another drawer for an impressive array of
"augmented" panties that included cock rings and dildos, as well as a few
loose dildos, butt plugs, and other items Layla thought we should have at
my house.
We took a shower together. I wanted to play, but she said she was tired.
We snuggled in bed until we fell asleep.
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