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Four-Way Street By Cassandra Morgan "Are we really doing this?" Chris wondered, his apprehension growing. Maggie laughed, but her nerves could be heard, too. "If you want to...." she said. "I mean, we've talked about it enough, haven't we?" Chris stared at the window. The road signs flashed past. Yeah, they had talked about it, all right, endlessly. They had debated and considered and fantasized about it. Theoretically, They agreed that opening up their marriage was a noble thing, a high-minded thing. The naive, the clueless, didn't entertain such aspirations. They didn't get it Hey, monogamy sucks. Chris and Maggie agreed on that. The divorce rate was soaring, and only the lawyers were getting rich. People didn't die at the age of 32 anymore. So why base a relationship on old Disney movies and dated Bible verses? Why make believe that gratification came one person at a time? Thinking people, enlightened people, knew better.What's the old Woody Allen joke about monogamy? That it works only for pigeons and Catholics? What? Was it better to sneak around on each other for our extra-marital affairs? Was it worth a hooker for Chris on the side when Maggie wasn't looking? A back-door man for Maggie when Chris went to work? Of course not. If it was out in the open, could they deal with the petty jealousies and insecurities. If acknowledged, need it be no more than a vigorous game of tennis or of bowling with friends. People got all hung up on the sex part of it, as if there was one magical part of a person's body that should be off-limits. Conceptually, they agreed with all of that. But actually, they were nervous. This was the dive into the pool, and neither of them were experienced...swimmers. So what do you do? Do you go a bar and a buy any of the couples in front of you a drink? Do you take out a want ad? Do you find a swinger's club -- the term still made both of them giggle -- like a glorified swap meet? Do you ask a guy what his sign is ... and his wife what hers is? Maggie was convinced that if open-minded partners had more accessibility to each other, the lifestyle would be more popular. As it was, they had visited the fetish bars. Usually, lonely old men hung out there by themselves. They had talked to bartenders about the idea. They had checked out the city tabloids. And when it happened, Maggie had to look, oh, about eight feet. Talia Jefferson was a tall black woman who worked at the accountants' offices with Maggie. The two clowned around a lot, and had lunches together. They had talked, the two of them, about having dinner with Chris and Rock, Talia's husband. Then one day at work, while both were waiting for the Xerox machine, Talia was talking about having had a nice weekend with Leon. "Oh, is that Rock's real name?" Maggie asked. "Um...no," Talia said. "Just a family friend." But there was a catch in her voice that indicated she was embarrassed. "Where was Rock?" Maggie said. "He ... he had other plans," Talia said. Maggie looked at her strangely. Earlier, Talia had talked about how much sex she had on the weekend. But if Rock had other plans.... Maggie grinned to herself. She looked at Talia. Lightly colored skin, great teeth, and a husky laugh. She wore her hair in a short Afro. "What are you guys doing on the weekend?" Maggie said. "Oh, I don't know. We'll probably go to a club. Maybe a movie," Talia said. "Yeah, anything to break up the boredom," Maggie said. "Boredom is the natural enemy of fun," Talia said, giggling. Maggie decided to risk it. "I may have a date this weekend," she said. "Shh. Don't tell anyone." "A date? with Chris?" "Nooooo," Maggie said. grinning. "Oh, it's like that, is it?" Talia said. "It might be," Maggie said. "Like that. And that. And the other thing. And then that again." Talia's eyes widened, and she broke into laughter. "Do you step out?" Talia finally asked. "ON Chris? Do you fool around?" "Well, maybe," Maggie said. "You going to drag me to church?" Talia laughed. "Rock and I have been known to dally a little ourselves," she said. "Don't you tell anyone, either." Maggie acted as if she was turning a key on her lips. Talia considered Maggie for a minute. Short woman. Blond hair. Freckles. She was cute. Chris, as she remembered him, was a short guy who was stuck in the 80s with all that hair. "You know, Mags, we should go out sometime. The four of us." Maggie nodded. "That sounds nice. I think Rock is a fine looking man." "He is. And he's ...well...gifted. Down there. But Chris seems sweet." "Well, it's a deal...I mean, a date. Where?" "How about the Montgomery Inn? Have you guys been there?" "Oh, yeah. That's nice. When Rock played at UC, isn't that where he'd go all the time? Seven?" "How about 7:30?" "Done. I'll tell Chris." * * The Montgomery Inn is a quaint old restaurant that serves as one of Cincinnati's oldest eateries. It's actually in the village of Montgomery, but everyone knows that's where you went for ribs and other barbecue. A booth was fairly private, and the food was heaven-sent. When Maggie and Chris arrived, Rock and Talia already had a booth. Maggie hugged Talia -- women hug, what can you say-- and they slid into their side of table. Chris placed their drink order, then everyone looked at everyone and smiled. If it weren't for his immense size, you'd think Rock was a school teacher. His hair was close cropped, and he wore glasses with black frames. But even sitting, you could tell that Rock was a big man. His legit name -- most of us knew -- was Derwin Jefferson. But after a few runs up the middle ended only in pain, his teammates took to calling him Rock. He had met Talia in school. She was a volleyball player. Together, they looked like money. Rock was wearing a Brooks Brothers suit. Talia's dress was Ralph Lauren. Everyone exchanged the predictable small talk about the places where the races intersected. Movies. Music. Athletics. Sports. Television. The group wasn't quite at ease, but they were making headway. Then Talia turned to Chris. "So what do you think about Tarzan?" she said. "Excuse me?" "Tarzan. We did an essay on Tarzan in college, and you can tell a lot about people's racial attitudes from Tarzan." "Tarzan?" Chris was confused. "Yeah, the jungle Superman," Talia said. "Edgar Rice Burroughs. King of the Apes. Lord of the Jungle." "Here she goes," Rock said, grinning. "Well, I haven't seen a movie since I was a kid," Chris said. "He seems a little preposterous when you think about him, though." "A little? Only a little. The guy was brought up by apes, Chris. And he could speak all of the jungle languages. Other tribes who had been living next to each other for 10,000 years, they couldn't speak each other's languages. But this white boy who fell out of the sky could speak all the languages. "And why did he need Jane? Guy grows up in the jungle, a black girl isn't good enough for him? There were thousands of gorgeous black women around him. The old actress Dorothy Dandridge was one of them. But he had to wait for another snowflake to fall. "And he could talk to animals. All except for the dreaded rubber crocodile. Tarzan made it safe for swimming with rubber crocodiles. So out of the 10 million babies who were born in Africa, not one could be Tarzan. But one lonely little baby at an ape's breast grew up to be Tarzan." Rock laughed. He had heard Talia's Tarzan routine before. "Don't mind her," Rock said. "You ought to hear her on the Phantom." "Him, too. Why does the only white guy who lives in the jungle need to wear a mask? Tell me that." Talia was laughing, and Maggie and me and Rock. Finally, Rock looked around. "What are we doing here, Maggie?" he asked. She shrugged. "Getting to know each other," he said. "Getting to know each other much, much better," Talia said. "You guys ever do this before?" Rock asked. "Um, no," Maggie said. "Do you need references?" A burst of laughter came out of Talia. Rock looked at her. "I don't know if we're interested in newbies," Rock said. "Too much breaking in time." "We're fun," Maggie said. "We're sexy." Talia ran her hand over Chris' slowly, dragging her fingernails along his arm. "I think they're okay," she said. "You ever go to bed with a black man?" Rock asked Maggie. "Once," she said. Chris looked at her. When? "It was sweet." Rock laughed. "I ain't sweet, marshmallow," he said. "I'm ... intense. You might not ever been happy with Chip here again." "Chris," he said. "Whatever," he said. "You ready to see a black man with your wife? Rutting and thrusting and making her say the Hail Mary? You ready for that." Chris looked at Maggie. "I want her to be happy," he said. Rock frowned. "You guys ever sleep around before?" Chris shrugged. "We had a threesome two months ago," he said. Maggie stared at him. "No, we didn't," she said. "I had a threesome. You lay there and watched Kelly go down on me." Chris blushed. "I keep telling you, she didn't want me. She kept turning her back on me." "Maybe she was offering you her ass." "Nah. She was a lesbian. I could hear Melissa Etheridge in the background." Rock leaned back. He looked at Talia. "Here's what we can deduce," he said. "This is Maggie's idea, mainly. Chris, you're going along with it, because Maggie calls the shots in your house. She's the one who said what kind of car you have. She's the one who decided where you live. She's the one who said it was time for a new washing machine even when you couldn't afford one. She even decided to come here for these messy-ass ribs." Chris' eyes darted around. It was all true. Maggie called a lot of the shots, But he let her. It didn't matter that much to him. "And you, Saltine," he said, turning his attention to Chris. "What you going to do with a black woman? You ready for her to bloody your back? You ready to stick your little dick into a woman who is used to something more?" Chris looked up. "I think Talia is beautiful," he said. Rock looked at him. "Yeah, she is." He turned to her. "Are you ready for pet, Talia? Are you ready to blow this guy's socks off? You ready for a gerbil dick?" Maggie burst out laughing. Her iced tea was running out of her nose, she was laughing so hard. Rock was trying to be intimidating, she knew, but when he started making fun of Chris' cock, it was a standup routine. The truth is that Chris wasn't, well, well-endowed. But Rock didn't know that. He was dealing with stereotypes. She touched Rock's arm. Her own hand looked small and pale. "We'll learn, Daddy," she said. Daddy? * Two days later, a silver Infiniti pulled up in front of Maggie and Chris' home. Rock piled out and looked at the neighborhood. He saw a Beach Boys' kind of neighborhood, white neighbors and white fences. A park with a manicured grass. Ducks. Rock shook his head. Lawrence Welk probably lived here with the Daughters of the Confederacy. It wasn't his neighborhood, Rock thought. He walked up the steps. He rapped slightly on the door. Maggie, pretty little Maggie, opened the door and beamed. "Hi, Rock," she said. "Won't you come in?" He moved inside, then walked over to the couch. "What can I get you to drink?" she said. "Saliva," he said. "Excuse me." He grinned. "Kiss me," he said. "Why waste time." Maggie walked over to him. She reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. It was chaste and quick. "Is that it?" Rock said. "I drove all the way out here, and I get the kiss of a librarian kissing the preacher?" Maggie grinned. She pushed him on to the couch and climbed over him. She kissed him deep and hard. "That's better. If we're going to do this, let's do it right." The four of them had agreed. They would get to know each other the first week. Chris would be with Talia, at her house. Rock would be with Maggie, at hers. Nothing was off-limits. You didn't enter this kind of relationship holding back. All four of them wanted sex, nothing less. Rock touched her breasts. He ran a hand down her sides. "Slow down, baby," she said. "You'll get there. But let's take our time making the trip, okay?" Rock smiled. "Sorry. Cowboys like to ride out before the corral is closed." She laughed. "And you're a cowboy?" "I am. A lot of black cowboys in the old west." "A lot of happy saloon girls," Maggie said. He lifted her skirt. Pink. Good. He liked pink panties on his women. "Who was he?" Rock said. "Who?" "The black guy you had sex with. Who was he?" Maggie lay back. She rubbed Rock's arm. "A kid named Ray-Lon," she said. "I grew up in a little town. The white kids danced at Woods. The black kids danced at Aunt Jane's. One night, a few of us decided they had more fun at Aunt Janes. So we went over to dance. That's all. Just to dance. But the joint was hot, and sooner or later, we paired off. It was nice. But the next day, someone's parents were told, and my folks went apeshit. But their precious little girl wasn't so precious by them. You know." He rubbed her tight. "I wish I'd been Ray-Lon," he said. "You will be," she said. She leaned in and kissed him again. He pulled down her zipper. Her soft white skin, flawless and pure, stood in front of her in the afternoon light. "Which way is our bedroom," Rock said, emphasizing "our." She took him by the hand. And she led him toward sin. They lay together, side-by-side, in that delicious moment before copulation. He tucked her smaller frame under his, and he guided his cock toward her. "No...," she said. "No...it's too big." "Shhh," he said. "It's big, but it isn't porn star big. It will fit." Tears were streaming down her face. He backed off, then he licked her. He worked his fingers into her, trying to widen her passage. He tried again, and this time he gained entry with his tip. Then a bit more. Then a bit more. She started to find her rhythm. He still wasn't very far inside her, but she was determined. There was a little pain. And then he was in. She was committing adultery ... and it was a damn fine feeling. She would give him, oh 12 hours or so to stop. * There were hard eyes on Chris when he got out of the Honda Accord. People in the hood don't trust a lot of people, and they don't trust the fair-skinned ones especially. Was he a cop? A dealer? Someone trying to cure a case of jungle fever? Talia looked out of the window and smiled. She knew that Rock was across town, gettin' some, and now it was her turn. Chris knocked at the door, and Talia reached in and grabbed his necktie. She pulled him into her house, and she was kissing him before the door closed. It was soft, and it was wild. It was tame, and it was unbridled. Chris had always loved the beauty in black women, but he knew nothing of the strength of them. She kissed him 100 times a minute, tearing at his shirt as she did so. Chris hadn't been quite sure what to think as he arrived, but he thought there would probably be an easing-into-it moment. There wasn't. She led him to the bedroom, and she shoved him hard. He fell onto the bed and she was all over him. He tried to roll her over, so he could be on top, but she wasn't having any. She was an on-top girl, and her men had to hang on as if they were trapped in a hurricane. She clambered up his body, ripping off her own clothes as she did so. She kneeled on his biceps, essentially trapping him. She lowered her sex onto his face. He moaned, and she ground her vagina into his mouth. "Lick me," she sighed. "Lick me hard." When it was over, when he had been conquered and drained, Talia lay in the crook of his arm. "I knew you were going to be good at that," she said. "I could tell by looking at you." He kissed her nose. He lay back, admiring her. The almond eyes. The high cheekbones. The lovely lips. Talia reached down. She grabbed her panties. She started to rub his chest with them. Then his penis. "What are you doing?" Chris asked. "Just enjoy it," she said. "It's a little secret, but men like panties on their balls." She dangled hers against him. He began to harden again. "So this was your first time with a black girl?" she said. "It was." "And..." "And it was terrific," Chris said. "You were so hot. So strong. So sexy." "We're going to have fun, baby," she said. "You may never go back to white girls." "Well, except for Maggie," he said. "We'll see," she said. Then she was rubbing the satin into his dick again, and he was moaning. She climbed back on top of him. She dropped the panties on his chest. "Put them on, baby," she whispered. * * Maggie was sore when she awoke. She hoped Rock hadn't torn anything, He was still asleep. She touched his broad back. She thought his shining skin was gorgeous. She kissed him on that curve at the small of the back. He rolled over, his dick flopping to the right side of his body. She leaned down and kissed it. Even soft, it was still large. But she could lick it, and she could get the bulb into her mouth. She smiled. Oh, there was a trace of guilt, certainly. She had cheated on her husband, even though it had all been planned. But there was something inside her that felt bad about it. Maybe it would be worse when she was alone. For now, mostly, there was pure lust. The bedroom smelled like sex. Rock rolled over and whispered something she couldn't make out. She leaned over. "Yes, baby?" "Why did you stop sucking it?" She laughed and returned to nuzzling his cock. She slid down on the bed and, once more, took him into her mouth. She was proud of how massive he was, and proud that she could make him happy. Rock was awake now, and he rolled her over and kissed her. "Where?" she said. "Where what?" "Where did all of your gentleness come from?" she said. "I thought making love to you would be brutal, violent. But you were gentle and sweet." "I like women," he shrugged. "Women like you," she said. He looked at her and grinned. "But do women trust me?" "I trust you." "Unconditionally?" he whispered. "Why? What's this about?" "I want to play," he said. "Do you trust me." "What do you want to play, Rock," she asked. "I want to tie you up." "What? Have you been watching movies too much?" "I want to tie your wrists down and watch your eyes as you trust me," he said. "That sounds ... hot," she grinned. So Rock got off of the bed, and he found a handful of Chris' old neckties. He tied her left wrist, and then left foot. He walked around the bed and tied her right wrist, and her right foot. She lay, naked and spread eagled, before him. And he left to go to the bathroom. She lay there, helpless, listing to him. He left and went somewhere else in the house. And she lay there. It was driving her crazy not to be able to move. Sooner or later, he walked back into the room. He was drinking coffee. "I'd ask you to join me," Rock said. "But I see you're a little tied up at the moment." Maggie squirmed, and she pulled against her bondage. "Bastard," she hissed. "Now, is that a nice word, Maggie," he asked. He traced her breasts with his fingers. He touched her nipples. He kissed her pussy. Then he climbed onto the bed, inching up on his knees. He traced her vagina with the tip of his cock. She moaned. "Beg me for it, Maggie," he said softly. "Please," she said. "Please what?: Please...fuck me," she moaned. "Oh. Do you want the Panther?" "The Panther?" "It's my dick's nickname. A lot of guys nickname their dicks. That way, when their bitches want their dicks, they can call them by name. Maybe write them a letter. Do you want to send an email to my dick, Maggie?" "No. I want it in me," she said. "Soft, like last night. Or violent?" "Both," she said. "Be my gentle lover. Or just screw my brains out. But do it now." He smiled at her. He entered her slowly, because of the previous night, but this time, she was able to accommodate him with more ease. He kissed her. The soft, gentle Rock was back. He touched her. He caressed her. Then he increased his rhythm. Harder. Faster. Deeper. She was still tied, but it didn't matter. She had never had sex like this before. Basic. Wild. Wet. He came in her, and it was like the stream of white water rafting. He whispered "Do you think we made a baby, Maggie? Do you want brown babies? Do you want Chris to take care of our brown baby?" She thrust upward again. She bit his shoulder. "Will you...will you fuck my ass?" she pleaded. He untied her. He rolled her over. And, with some tightness, he did as she requested. * * * Chris looked in the mirror as Talia fastened his bra behind his back. He was earring hose and panties and, now the bra. "I don't understand," he said. "You don't have to, sweet cakes," she said. "Just go with it. It's fun. Don't you think it's fun." "Um, maybe," he said. "But I'm a guy. I'm not supposed to be wearing this stuff." "Says who?" she said. "I just wish every guy who wore women's clothes would turn purple for a day. Then you'd see how many of you guys there are. And then you'd just wear the clothes you prefer." "Talia," he said. "Please stop." She giggled. "Stuart Little doesn't want me to stop," she said, pulling down on his penis and letting it spring back upward. "I wore your panties the other night, Talia. Wasn't that enough?" Talia grinned down at him. "No, Kitten, it wasn't. I'm going to feminize you, Chris. I'm going to make you my sissy. Won't that be great?" "Why, Talia? Why?" "Because I can," she said. "It's fun. I'm in control, and you have to be submissive to me. Nothing does that quite like panties, baby. You'll like it. I promise. It's the most fun ever, believe me. I've tried bondage and I've tried lesbianism and I've tried spankings. But seeing your man in a dress is thrilling. Just you wait." Chris bit his lip. He tasted lipstick. This had been so sudden. One minute, Talia was dangling her panties over his manhood, and the next, he had no manhood. Just her panties. Chris thought he would have a better argument not to wear them if he wasn't so damned hard. She played with his hair. It was long, like an 80s rock band. She styled it with her fingers. She used some hair spray to keep things held in place. She smiled. Chris was a cute little girly-boy. She'd do nicely as Christine. Chrissie? No, too cliched. Kitten. She'd call him Kitten. He had responded to it once. Now he could do it all of the time. She tweaked his breast forms. "I bought these just for you, Kitten," she said. "But wait til you get your own. You're going to love having boobies. All of my pets love having boobies." He felt like crying. She hadn't held him down, and she hadn't hit him. Still, he felt helpless. She was far too powerful for him. There was something inside her, something raw. She was a force of nature. "Are you ready for a dress yet?" she asked him. "Maybe a skirt?" "No," he said. She laughed. "Tomorrow, then," she said. "We have all the time in the world, Kitten. We have forever." * * * Maggie was his. She hadn't said so, but all of her actions indicated that she was. She would stroke his arm at meals. He would put his arm around her, and she would snuggle into him. People tried not to stare, but they did, because they are people, and at the core, they are gossips. He bought her a t-shirt. "Queen of Spades," it said on the front. "I (heart) BBC," on the back. He took her to dive bars, hoping someone would object to their presence. He held her hand as they walked around their neighborhood. That was a little embarrassing, because everyone knew she was married to Chris. But couples stray, don't they? They didn't see Chris, and so they assumed he had been replaced. Had he? Maggie clutched Rock's arm as they walked, and she wondered what the long term effects of just a few days might have. She certainly wasn't willing to give up Rock. She wondered about Chris and Talia. Some couples have swapped life partners permanently. Would that be her and Rock? Later that day, he took her to a dive bar in the neighborhood where he had grown up. It was a little seedy, and it was all black except for Maggie. But no one messed with her. She was Rock's woman, evidently. Who was stupid enough to mess with Rock's woman? They had drinks, and Rock's old buddies hung around him like he was still a semi-celebrity. Then he looked at Maggie and smiled. "Dance for me," he said. "What? By myself?" "You can dance with Keisha," he said, motioning toward a black woman in the corner. "I just want to see you move." And so Maggie and Keisha moved the center of the room, and they began to sway. Maggie ran her hands through her hair, teasing Rock. Then the music slowed, and Keisha touched her shoulder. Then the two women were embracing, still swaying. "God, that's hot," a man named Lee said. "No offense, Rock." "God, Keisha has her hand on Maggie's ass. Don't let them stop, okay?" Rock just smiled, enjoying the show. Keisha looked at him, and he nodded. She leaned down and kissed Maggie on the lips. Hard. Passionate. Sensual. Stomachs touched stomachs and breasts touched breasts and lips touched lips. To Maggie, it was all about exciting Rock. Hell, she didn't want Keisha, no offense. But she did want to see a bulge in Rock's pants. Another woman, Rochelle, cut in on the two and started to dance with Keisha. Maggie danced over to Rock. She rubbed up against him, still dancing. She let her fingers linger over his cock. She put her hands around his shoulders, and pulled him into a kiss. "Shit, I gotta get out of here," Lee said. "It's time to have sex with someone I love. Me." Maggie grinned. She like being the temptress. She liked being Rock's woman. "Is there a place?" she whispered to him. "A place?" "A place we can go," she said. "A place you can fuck me." He took her hand and led her into the back offices. He entered an office where Samuel was working. "Can you excuse us for a minute?" Rock said. "Oh. Okay. Lock up when you leave," Samuel said. He looked the little white girl in the face. She blushed, but she didn't leave. Then they were all over each other, again. He laid her on the office desk, and he shoved his dick into her. Nothing soft this time. * Olivia Watson, Talia's mother, couldn't get over what her daughter had brought her. It was the frilliest, pinkest maid you've ever seen. And it was a guy. Kitten stood in front of her, in his pink maid's dress, and he tried to curtsy. Olivia giggled. "Miss Talia said you could use some help," Kitten said. "What can I do?" "Well, you go wash your vagina, girl," Olivia said. "You do have a vagina, don't you? A girl who looks like you has to have a vagina." Kitten blushed. "No ma'am," she said. "I was born without one." "She has one," Talia laughed. "She just keeps it in back." Olivia laughed. "Well, there are some dishes in the sink. You can do that. You can vacuum the floors. I'll get some clothes together for you and you can take them to the Laundry-Mat." Kitten moved toward the sink, and Olivia stared at her daughter. "What the shit are you into, child," she said. "Oh, we're just having fun," Talia said. "I feminized him. It's like role-play for adults." "He's liable to role-play his ass into being a bad man's girlfriend," Olivia said. "A lot of dealers hang around the Laundry-mat. They like pretty little white girls." "Well, they better not fuck her. Her ass is mine." Olivia shook her head. "You didn't?" she said. "Not yet," Talia said. "But if you have a girly-boy for a pet, you've got to fuck her. It's a law or something." Kitten was done with the dishes now. There hadn't been many. She thought she'd start the laundry before vacuuming to save time. She gathered a Hefty bag filled with clothes, and she walked two blocks to the Laundry-Mat. She fed quarters into the machine. She thought she would return in an hour and retrieve them. That's when Marcello stepped in front of her. "You using my machines, little girl?" he snarled. "Um, I'm washing some clothes for Miss Olivia," Kitten said. "Well, isn't that sweet?" Kitten tried to step around him. He slid sideways to block her path again. "It's going to be a while before the clothes are done," he said. "Why don't you blow me while we wait?" "No, thank you sir," she said. Marcello reached down and unzipped his trousers. His penis fell out. "Won't cost you nothing if you blow me," Marcello said. And then there was an uproar, and it was Miss Talia. "Marcello, you step away from my bitch," she yelled. "Do it, or I'll cut your ass." Marcello backed up, his hands raised in surrender. "I didn't know it was your bitch, Talia," he said. "I just wanted a blow job." "Well, that wouldn't take long, would it Kitten?" she asked. Kitten looked at her, pleading. She didn't want to perform oral sex on this man. Finally, Talia said. "Nah, we ain't going to do that. Tomorrow, maybe. But tonight, I've got plans that would make a lesbian blush. Now, Marcello, you watch my mom's laundry. If anything happens to it, I'll carve a figure eight in your ass." "I'll take care of it," Marcello said, clearly intimidated. "See that you do. And if you see my boyfriend's panties, you leave them alone." * Maggie had forgotten that once a week, her parents and her sister Maria came to dinner. But the doorbell rang while she was on Rock's lap, and there they were. They bustled into the home, and Joan, Maggie's mother, asked: "Where is Chris?" she said. "Oh, he's not here right now," Maggie said. Henry looked at Rock, then looked again. "Henry Porterfield," he said, offering his hand. "I'm Rock," he said. "Rock? That's your name?" "Yeah," he chuckled. "Old college football nickname." "Rock Jefferson?" Maggie's father said. "I saw you play. You were a badass." "That was a long time ago," Rock said. "It wasn't so long," Henry gushed, turning into a fanboy before her eyes. "Daddy, Rock is a friend. I work with his wife. I thought I'd ask him to stay for dinner," "Great," my father said. "We can catch up on the Bearcats." They moved into the living room. Her mother took over the kitchen. And Maria took her by the arm and led her away. "What's this all about?" she said. "What do you mean?" Maggie said. "I mean you're fucking this guy. I can tell by the way you look at him." "Don't be silly." "Look at me and tell me I'm lying. You never could lie to me." I looked at her. "It's complicated, Maria. I'll tell you later." Considering the circumstances, dinner went better than they night have hoped. Rock had a gift for interacting with people. He told old stories and funny ones. Maria kept looking from her sister to him, and from him to her sister, as if the dining room was a large Rubik's Cube. "So what do you do now, Mr. Rock," Joan asked. "Well, I work. I job. I play softball. Oh, and I'm fucking your daughter." The room froze. "I knew it," Maria said. "You're what?" My father said. "I'm having sexual congress with your little girl," Rock said sweetly. "We fornicate. We get under the covers, and we make each other squirm." "Oh, my," my mother said. Maggie shot a dirty look at Rock, who chuckled. "Mom, I ..." "You're married, Maggie, for Christ sakes," she said. "You're cheating on your husband with this...this man." "But it's Rock," my father said. "Oh, shut up," Joan said. "This man is screwing your daughter. He's putting his dick in her pussy, and they're thrusting like porn stars. Does that make you happy?" Maria was giggling out of control. "Mom said dick," she kept repeating. "See here," my father said. "You can't have sex with my daughter." "Not just sex," Rock said. "Good sex. Great sex. Screaming the Lord's name in vain sex." Joan was beet red. She turned to Maggie. "How could you." "Forget that," Maria said. "How did you? I mean, doggie-style? Missionary? Sixty-nine?" "All of that," Rock said, calmly. "I tied her up once." "Oh my God," Maria said, laughing. Joan stormed out of the front door. She looked back. "Are you coming?" she said to her husband. And he trailed along after. "Mom," Maria said. "I think I'll stay a while." Joan harrumphed and headed for the car, Henry trailing behind her. He had one more question he wanted to ask about the Bearcats, but he thought he shouldn't. The three of them sat around the kitchen table. "How could you do that?" Maggie said to Rock. "At the time, I thought it was funny," he said. "It wasn't," Maggie said. "Well, actually, it kind of was," Maria said. "Who's the perfect princess now? Maggie glared. Rock stared. Maria grinned. "So what do we do now," Maria said. "What do you mean?" Maggie said. "Well, Maria said. "Has Rock ever had two white girls at once?" Maggie looked at her. Rock looked interested. Maria look at Rock's crotch. "Well, fuck," Maggie said. "I guess dessert is ruined anyway." It started out with Maria kissing Rock. Then Rock kissed Maggie. Maggie unbuttoned Rock's shirt. Maria played with his penis. Then its was all arms and legs. Maggie kissed her sister squarely on the mouth. The two women slid down the bed, and they alternated licking Rock's cock. There was enough for them both. Rock had had some bedroom adventures. But he had never had sisters. It felt sinfully wicked. And when he came, it felt as if he would never stop. Go, Bearcats, he thought. * Talia liked her harness. She liked the silhouette it created, rising out from her fully grown. She moved toward the bed, and Kitten lay there in a silver nightgown. He kept glancing downward, like a bride on her wedding night. "Are you ready for this, little girl?" Talia asked. Kitten nodded. She had surrendered. A lot of men take their time to be feminized. It goes slow, and new clothing is offered up every now and then. But Kitten had taken to the female attire quickly. Talia even wondered if he had a history of it. She clambered up behind Kitten. She poked her dildo at Kitten's rectum. Go slow, she reminded herself. She worked in the head of her fake cock. Then a little farther. Kitten was moaning like a professional whore. Finally, it was halfway in, and Kitten relaxed, and the two had a delicious bout of sex. Talia noticed her girlfriend's ass was tight, and she made a mental note to buy her a buttplug. Talia squeezed her fake breasts. She kissed her on lipsticked lips. "Be my lady," Talia said. "I'm your lady," Kitten said. "Be my slut," Talia said. "I'm your slut." Kitten said. When Kitten came, it wasn't the volcanic eruption she had expected. Rather, it was a series of slow waves pouring over her, making her shiver. She was a sissy now, more a girl than a boy. She embraced it. It was her. Talia had been right all along. Thank God. * On Saturday night, the four of them -- Rock, Talia, Chris and Maggie -- were supposed to meet again. It had been a week, and now it was time to return to each other's real partners. There was a sadness there for Maggie. In a lot of ways, Rock was a superior man to Chris. She didn't want to give that up. In the living room, Rock and Maggie nursed their drinks, waiting for Chris and Talia. Then there was a soft knock at the door. Standing there was Talia ... with some woman. Maggie looked at the woman , then looked closer. There was something familiar about her. "Chris?" she said. Kitten smiled. "Hi, Maggie." Oh, my God. Her husband was a chick. She was wearing a black dress, and her hair had been styled, and she was very good at walking on her heels. In a week, she had become a woman? A pretty woman? "Chris?" she repeated. "Call me Kitten," her husband said. They entered Maggie's home. Rock kissed Talia. Then he kissed Kitten. On the lips. Rock grinned. "Good job, Talia. Like always." Huh? "Talia likes to turn boys into girls," he said. "It's a thing with her." "Does she have..." Rock grinned. "No, it's all fake. All padding and illusion. But it can be real if you want it to. Hormones are magical, you know." Talia nodded. "I want boobs on her, myself." "I don't understand," Maggie said. "Think about it, Maggie. You've been introduced to lesbianism. Well, Talia likes girls. I trained her for you. She'll always like black guys, but a little vagina for breakfast is great. And Kitten has transitioned. She'll want a big, strong black man to have sex with. Talia trained her for me." "You're ... bisexual?" "Honey, I'm just sexual," Rock said. "Any port in a storm. I like you. I like making love to you. But sissies can be fun, too. And you'll like the way Talia takes over in the bedroom. If you aren't careful, she'll drown you." Rock stood. He held his hand out to Kitten. She looked up, then shyly took it. At the same time, I felt Talia squeeze my hand. "Let's go home," she said. Rock took Kitten to the spare bedroom. He kissed her, then pushed her to her knees. Kitten looked up. She undid Rock's pants, and his large penis flopped out. Kitten kissed it, the sucked softly on the helmet. He seemed to be enjoying his work as Maggie and Talia walked past the door, holding hands. Talia spun her, then climbed over her back. She reached around and cupped her boobs. She kissed her neck. "I left my strap-on is the car," she said. "Mine is in the nightstand," Maggie said. Talia giggled. Then she went to try on her dick. In the other room, as Chris bit the pillow, Rock tried his dick on him. It felt perfect to them both. (c) 2019, Cassandra Morgan