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The Bus, a novella By MadQuill This is a story I began about a year ago. The plot evolved from a bus ride through a tunnel many years earlier. The story involves a trans- woman and does include incest and bisexuality. Please remember that this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. This story is from another world. All of the characters are over eighteen years of age. This is a work of Fiction and may have an additional chapter. Thank you for your comments. The Bus Martha laid beside Jon comfortably sleeping, as a small gap at the drapery allowed the early light to illuminate her bedroom. The sheets covered her bottom but her back was visible. Jon wasn't going to fall easily to sleep. Though their lovemaking was energetic, he was thinking. The past seven weeks had been such a change, and Martha had become a friend and lover, and her perspective and ideas of living had led Jon to make several changes. The comfort they both had acquired was special, and tomorrow Martha would meet his mother. Jon considered, how the image Martha had asked him to make, weeks ago, had become a dynamic part of their world. Each day he opened it on his phone: "Now Jon," Martha had requested, so he held the phone camera as steady as possibly, and focused the lens on her soft, smiling eyes. They were in bed, naked together. She softly said, "Now," and Jon snapped the picture of this lover, and she smiled. Jon placed the phone down and closed his eyes. Her warm mouth was now bringing his release closer. Martha now licked and suckled only the last bit of his hard penis, as her fingers slowly massage the shaft. Then she took Jon's dick deeply into her mouth, to hold his dick deep, at the opening to her throat. Jon watched as she removed the cock from her mouth, and again she suckled him, pulling and pumping his hard shaft, as her tongue extended to touch just the edge of his cock helmet, and now she held him with her slippery right hand. "Come inside me Jon, come in my mouth honey," and Jon's climax began, as Martha moved from caressing her cheek with the fat head of his cock. "Come in me Jon, now, please," and he watched her as she cupped her tongue and the jets of his juice flowed from the tip of his cock. "Yes Jon, my god," Mattie now engulfed his ejaculating penis in her warm mouth. Over the past weeks, while they were in bed, Jon had started to call her Mattie. He watched as her finger collected the semen from her cheek. She was his amazing lover and being with her during the past weeks had completely altered Jon, and he was happy. - - - - - - - - - - - - On a warm summer day, Jon had just settled into one of the last seats on the old bus in the Port Authority for the ride through the tunnel. He was reading the opinion page of the Times, as the bus became crowded and more passengers filled the aisle, and several had to hold onto the metal rail above his seat. As the bus left the terminal, he heard the driver asking the standing passengers to, 'move back behind that line now, or I'll stop the bus'. So, there was another jostle as people re- positioned, deep along the narrow aisle. The editorial that Jon was reading was boring, so he put the paper on his lap and looked at the tunnel walls a brief moment. In the darken tunnel, the bus interior lights allowed him to see the various passengers reflected in the glass of the bus windows. Then he noticed a scent, an elegant fragrance, and turned to see her. His eyes rolled from her midriff, only inches away from his head, as he slowly looked up along the curve of her bosom, to her smiling face, which was shrouded by her long dark hair. Her blue eyes were looking at him and Jon definitely blushed realizing that she had witnessed his inspection of her body. He quickly turned to look down and now he noticed her legs, and the two inches of her thighs, not covered by her skirt's deep gray fabric. It was then I saw a small protrusion some inches higher up on her thighs. His eyes now focused on the sheer material covering her legs; these were hose', and Jon felt a little aroused. The bus hit a pothole that caused the standing passengers to groan in unison, but the next was a double bump, and this one raised the sound too soft screams, and the dark brown-haired woman standing near Jon fell sideways, as his hand came to touch her hip and prevent her tumbling. "Thank you, sir," she said softly. He looked briefly up. She was lovely, and Jon smiled up as he was now, looking into her blue eyes. Something about her soft voice further aroused him, and he decided not to pick up the paper. The bus was jammed with riders, so shifting to give up his seat was not practical, and when he would move slightly, he disturbed the older woman sitting at the window beside him. As the traffic caused the bus to pause, and Jon had calmed down and he tried again to read, but it was futile, as her scent seemed even more intoxicating now. Jon kept his eyes on the folded paper but was glancing at her hose' covered legs. His eyes moved down to notice the details of her knees and the sheer gossamer fabric covering her partially exposed thighs. As his eyes fell to focus on her ankles, he saw the tall heels again. Her feet were partially covered by the matte black leather strips, but her toes peeked out of the tip of the shoes; a bit of deep red color was evident. And there was a sort of seam visible on the heels, but his eyes roamed back to her ankles, where the sheer material seemed a bit loose. His review was paused as her hip touched Jon's left knee, sending a subtle shock between them and he looked up to her face again. She was busy with her phone and she didn't appear to notice his stare. He looked at her long neck and the small pearl strand hanging loosely, and the open bodice of her blouse with her smooth ivory skin softly glowing in the bus interior lights. Just then the bus was filled with sunlight as it exited the tunnel. The standing beauty pirouetted on her right heel and again banged against his left knee. "I'm sorry sir," she quickly said as she rested against Jon. "The light surprised me," she was smiling as she looked down at him, and she must have noticed then that he was looking at her face. "Miss, no issues with me," Jon said quietly. They were still touching as she smiled, looking down and into his eyes. She seemed to be studying him now and Jon looked off to the right as another bus sped to pass in the adjacent lane. Jon then noticed her reflection in the window glass. It wasn't a sharp image, but she was looking at him while he had his headed turned toward the bus's window glazing. Then he felt it clearly; she was pressing her sheer covered leg against his knee. He didn't move, but her right hand now touched Jon's shoulder and he closed his eyes. The touch wasn't sexually, but Jon was aroused that they were having this moment, as the bus moved up the long ramp. She steadied herself against Jon, but he didn't speak nor adjust his position, but his eyes remained closed. He thought of her legs while he considered the nearness of her sex to his head. Jon's daydream was erotic as he contemplated loving this woman, of turning to pull her body to his face, and lifting her skirt edge to kiss the panties covering her body. Jon was brought to reality, by the abrupt braking and the loud horn. The lovely girl was moving away with the bus's speed stalled, and he just reached to hold her hip to prevent her hitting the seat rail ahead of her. It wasn't inappropriate, but Jon blushed as she tuned to look at him. "Thank you for that. I don't need another bruise," her tone was quiet and the sound was low, but sexy too. Jon looked at her but didn't ask what she meant. He was rock-hard from his dreaming, but the paper on his lap concealed this. He thought of his computer, as a way quelling his erection and slowly his dick softened. At the third stop, Jon excitement was again rising, for the passenger seated beside him, the older woman, indicated that she was about to stand, as she had called for a stop. Jon immediately shifted his bottom to the seat at the window and the dark-haired beauty sat down into the now vacant seat. "You have a warm bottom," Jon heard her say as she snickered softly. Her knee was just barely touching Jon's and he tried not to reveal his excitement. He carefully scrutinized the transparent material covering the several inches of her leg above the knee, while thinking of her body so near. It was a foolish though. This beautiful woman knew he was smitten, and she probably enjoyed doing this to others on the bus. No, he was just not thinking; she may actually be attracted to him. He was a reasonable looking guy, and not quite six feet tall. His position as a junior lawyer required that he wear a good suit each day. Usually, he carried a nice briefcase with him on the bus, but today was Friday, and he had no intention of working over the long holiday weekend. Jon's stop was about four minutes ahead, but everything changed as she again pressed up against his knee. He looked at her near right hand, now lying on her shimmery knee, and noticed the gold chain bracelet about her wrist, but also the clear little bumps on the fabric covering her upper thigh. A moment of thought, and he understood; these were the holders for her stocking suspenders. He felt she might be sensing his arousal, and that would humiliate him. His eyes traveled up her naked arm but when his eyes came to her d?colletage, he paused a moment listening, as his eyes moved passed the low neckline to her face, for she whispered to him. "My stop is next. My name is Mattie, well actually Martha. Can I be presumptuous and ask you to stop at George's with me for a glass of wine?" Jon heard this suggestion and was dumb-quiet for a five count. He was attracted to this beauty, and he knew of George's, the wine bar. It was a short walk from his condo. He had no plans for this evening, nothing until a date for a Sunday picnic so he said, "Sure Mattie." He liked her name, and she smiled. - - - - - - - - - - Martha called him from the bath, "Jon, how much longer Honey?" He could just glimpse her reflection in the bath mirror, sitting close- legged with her hands caressing her naked breasts. She knew that Jon could see her. "I need you to love my body," she cooed, and Jon glanced to see her, now up on her knees on the bed. "Come here Jon," as he now saw her fingers playing with her nipples, but he needed another moment. Jon was carefully trimming his scruff, with the styler Martha had purchased two weeks earlier. They had quickly moved beyond a causal relationship, and she had been spending several nights each of the past three weeks with Jon at his small condo. They tended to spend the weekends at her apartment, and though the place was larger, and the views were good, Martha just didn't feel it was her home. He couldn't explain this, other than Mattie seemed happier in Jon's one bedroom, than her generous rooms a few blocks away. "This beard, well, I know you like it, but it takes care Martha," Jon was finished grooming and climbed on the scale. Being with her, he found he was becoming more aware of himself. The groomed look of his face, and his weight, what he tended to eat, and even what he was reading, had been affected by being Martha's new lover. She had a wonderful outlook on life, and she was passionate about being alive. As she said, 'I want to live an authentic life of freedom,' and after these weeks, Jon was on board. Martha want to be real, and he found himself following this idea with her; to choose to live fully. One of her early questions to him, was still in his head: 'What is it about you that makes you different Jon?' The question reminded him of something, an intuitive call to be more and resist those trying to reduce you. She explained it as a deep challenge to be herself, and Martha wanted Jon to come along with her. He was intrigue by her and the way she carried herself, but it was Martha's honesty that was so interesting. "You realize Jon, you can't find peace without forgiving those who have hurt you," and he had been emotionally damaged by others, though not his parents. She wasn't blaming anyone, but to her it was the fear of other's opinions that she worked to check, and Jon saw how this would be his challenge as well. - - - - - - - - - - The bus slowed as it neared the next corner stop, and she turned to look at Jon quietly appraising her decision. Her sensual lips were slowly coated as she moved her pink tongue along the lower edge. Jon noticed the small peaks on her low-cut blouse, as she was clearly excited as well. They looked at each other for a couple of seconds. He was enjoying this moment then said, "Excuse my rudeness, I'm Jon, Jon Swift, unattached as I hope you are too, Mattie." She surprised him by taking his hand, "Yes, but I'm excited to have bumped into you Jon." She released his hand and stood, but again the bus driver aggressively braked, and she almost hit the grab bar. Jon saw what was about to happen and extended his arm to prevent Mattie from slamming into the seat ahead. Her hip was against his forearm and he stood now as the driver cursed the traffic conditions. He looked at this woman, trying to conceal his lust, but she had turned away, and was moving. Mattie intended to exit the now less crowded bus, but she used the back doorway. Jon saw her turning to look back for him, seeming to assure herself that he was following. To Jon, there was a chain about the hand she had held briefly. He stepped off as Mattie looked up at him. Once outside, they stood at the curb a moment, just looking at each other as the smelly old bus pulled away. Her smile was nice, but he couldn't hear her, as he could see her reddish lips moving. The bus and the traffic noise prevented his hearing Mattie, so he moved a little closer. "I have seen you on the ride before Jon. Usually you are working, sitting alone. You must be a couple of stops past here?" Mattie asked. "Yeah, I mean, yes Mattie, Seventh Street." He wondered if he had ever seen her before, she then cleared his memory. "I just had my hair dyed back to the natural darker tone, brunette. I was a dirty blonde only yesterday," Mattie said, as they stood waiting of a break in the traffic. Now he could see the beauty in his mind. He had seen Mattie several times, but they had never been as close as today's bumpy ride. "I like the color," Jon said, as he reached up a few inches to touch her hair, as it fell onto her arm. She smiled, and didn't shy away from the intimacy of his gentle fingers, "That is nice to hear Jon. Shall we?" The two were walking side-by-side across the street, but Mattie was startled by a car that seemed to not see them, and she pulled herself tight to Jon's left side. "Shoot, that lady near ran into us!" she hollered as the small sedan drove away. She stayed quite close now as they stepped up to the walk outside the wine bar. Jon didn't notice any others, as he was focused on her as she was a step ahead; he looked at Mattie's sexy backside, wrapped with the gray woolen pencil skirt. "How does this table look Jon?" she asked, but he was transfixed. He did look up to her face, and simply smiled his agreement. They sat close, with their backs against the wall, looking towards the wide avenue, and Jon noted the glass table allowed him to see Mattie's legs and her heels. The waiter came by and they ordered the Burgundy, 2010. "I also enjoy the whites Jon, I hope to visit Beaune in the future," she said, and though Jon heard her he was still distracted by her presence; her aroma and the light touches of his arm and wrist as she spoke. This woman had his attention and her smooth, sexy legs befuddled me. An hour later they left George's, having discussed dinner, and she led Jon to the small caf? where they enjoyed the pasta and a simple red wine. Mattie shared her recent job change and they found that they enjoyed many of the same things. The conversation wasn't difficult as Mattie could listen, as well as lead Jon with a question. "I have traveled to Singapore as well," Jon told her after she described her trip eighteen months earlier. "The firm I was working with needed me there for ten days, it was so humid, as the rainy season was starting." Jon felt it was good to be able to share his travels with her. After dinner they both seemed to not want the evening to end, so they walked along the Palisade with the hundreds of others with the twilight near. She hadn't seemed to let Jon's hand go, since that car had surprised her after getting off of the bus. Her lips were soft, and her tongue played with his with each new kiss. Jon was quite full, of good wine, food and he was lustful as well. It was after ten when their ramble came to a nice brownstone. "Well Jon, thank you for the evening. Here is my building. I would like for you to come inside," she hesitated a moment, "but my girlfriend is staying the night. She would be a nuisance, and I don't want to share you with anyone yet, okay?" They had kissed at the wine bar and many times along the stroll. Now their walk was ending, and Jon said that he understood. "Maybe we can find some time tomorrow?" Jon asked but her kiss interrupted him, and she was passionate. As the kiss paused, she said, "Well I think so Jon, but I have tickets for the Picasso show," Mattie told him, as she turned and rubbed her hand along his side. "At one tomorrow afternoon, so I was heading across the river before Noon," she added. Jon had read of the museum exhibit, but the tickets had to be purchased months ago. She again kissed him again, "Would you come with me?" She asked. After leaving Mattie at her stoop Jon walked the three blocks to his condo. He quickly showered, but the thoughts of her filled his head as the warm water continued. He felt his prick harden and grabbed it as he remembered her scent, and he recalled that first look on her face, that first moment when she looked down to him on the bus. He hadn't ever been so transfixed by a woman, and as he blasted a jet of cream, Jon realized that he might do anything to be with her. After cleaning up he remembered his plans for Sunday and considered calling it off but didn't want to cause his Aunt problems. She had arranged a date for Jon. He would call her tomorrow, but now he slept easily. The early sun awoke Jon, and he knew something was different; the memories of Mattie had him hard again, but he resisted the impulse and dressed into his running gear and took a twenty minute fast-paced run. Walking his cool-down, Jon passed her old building, and just glanced up towards the brownstone facade. The windows were mostly shuttered except for one on the second floor, and Jon thought that he had seen her. The glass was dark but there was a form that moved back into the shadow. His curiosity somehow led him to turn away. 'Get the hell away Jon - get a coffee', he told himself. Jon texted Mattie sometime after ten, when he had showered, without a stiffy. He had called for a car to drive them to the City. She texted back: 'then we can share a bite to eat before the museum' Jon agreed, and texted: 'a lovely thought Mattie'. Her follow-up included an emoji, 'kiss-and-wink'. Jon was surprised when I picked her up. The dress she wore was simple but quite sexy and again she had tall heeled shoes on her feet. The deep red polish on her toes caught his eye. "Will you be okay navigating the City, in those heels Mattie?" Jon asked. She giggled, "With a car to the door, I'm sure that I will be fine Jon," she hugged him hello and her lips were on his. He noted her height with the shoes; Mattie was a bit taller today, but Jon still bent to receive her kiss. On the ride Jon considered how the past day had change many things. Yesterday he was a little lonely, with plans for a blind date with his Aunt's neighbor. Now he was falling for a lovely woman from the bus ride under the river. They talked as the black car entered the tunnel to Manhattan. Mattie spoke on the ride of her studies as an art minor in college. She was happy that Jon had agreed to come to the exhibit but understood that his knowledge of the great artists' work was spare. "I'll be your guide and teacher then Jon," they sat close in the back seat of the large car with Jon again enjoying looking at Mattie's lovely legs. Last evening, they had shared some history and details, but there was never a pause in their conversation. She had a great laugh and her voice sounded like music to Jon's ears. She had moved to the New Jersey side of the Hudson almost ten months ago, but her new job with an ad agency, was on Seventh Avenue near Thirtieth Street. "The rent in the City was too high and I wanted better light, so Weehawken called to me," Mattie said. Jon spoke of a similar reason, "Our office has a major client near the Trade Center and though our office is on Fiftieth Street I find that getting downtown for early morning meetings is easier with the Ferry. The boats are much faster than the subway." When they were close to the museum Mattie saw a food-cart with special salads, and they decided to have a sort of picnic on the low stonewall near the cart. A few minutes before one o'clock they were in the que for the show. They spent the next two hours looking at the works from the pre-nineteen twenties. Mattie stopped at a large nude-toned painting of five women. "These women represent the objects of desire, almost the male gaze," she whispered, trying to explain the composition to Jon, the non-art student. "Notice the central figure, the one with her hand behind," Mattie indicated. "Yeah, okay Mattie, on her head," Jon said as he saw Mattie bending to mimic the pose. "But her pose would be as if she was lying down, though the artist presents her as standing," Mattie was bending backward and Jon saw her cleavage as the dress bodice opened, and the white lace of her brasserie. He was aroused, again. Jon moved a little closer to the artwork hoping she would not notice his boner. He spoke quietly, "The middle one appears to be wearing," he said, as Mattie saw Jon step closer to the canvas. Mattie was beside him now, "A panty," she said softly, "As the artist intended to abandon tradition Jon. Feminine beauty is glaring at you." He stood looking, as Mattie moved to another piece of art. His erection had subsided, and he walked towards her. He still had her beauty to consider, carefully. "Let's get a glass of wine Jon, now that you look presentable. The bar is this way," she seemed to know the building well. "Sure," Jon said as he followed her. "I visit several times a year with a student pass," Mattie turned quickly and explained, "It is my old roommate's actually. She had to move to London, so she transferred it to me." Looking around as they walked, Jon didn't think the hall they entered led to the bar, and he noticed that Mattie was looking about, then she pushed him behind a stairway overhang. Her lips came to his as her fingers reached down to his pants, and she rubbed Jon's semi-hardness. Then she looked into his eyes and she lowered his pant zipper. "I know how to solve this problem Jon," she softly said as she dropped to her knees, as her fingers disappeared into his trousers. Mattie now held his dick, and he was quite hard, as she pulled it free, and her deeply colored red lips quickly covered his fat cock. "Mattie, oh god, what if," Jon moaned as her hand grasped the base of his shaft. He looked about quickly with concern, but then he focused on how calm Mattie looked, as her soft mouth and tongue gave him pleasure. "Quiet down you," she removed his member and then kissed it, "you big, big boy," her palm glided down, "I wanted to settle you, and Jon, your cock is mine now," Mattie said between licks of Jon's stiff rod. She licked him as he again looked about. They were concealed, and now he saw that the spot was well selected; not private but discrete. "Oh god Mattie," Jon whispered as she sucked on his turgid cock. She was looking up at him and smiling as she suckled on his hard prick. Jon was very close to orgasm, and Mattie's right hand was pumping his length, while her left fingers held his nuts. She had just the big purple head between her lips now. "I'm going to, ahhhhh, Mattie!" he groaned as quietly as possible. She held him within her mouth for a few moments longer, but Jon felt her finger move back, and she teased the skin at his anus as he shot off. When the pulsing spurts stopped, Jon saw Mattie smiling as she kissed and licked his softening shaft. A minute later, she was standing. Jon watched her tongue lick her lips, and she pulled a small tissue from somewhere. Mattie smiled and she came to his side, lightly rubbing his pants. "Zipper up," she said as his fingers pulled his pants closed. "Anyway, I sucked you off Jon. I like to taste a man before I reveal my body and life details," she said as she moved off, but turned. "Guys are usually the lead, so kill me," she said as she reached and pushed the back of Jon's shirt in, as he hadn't done the back edge, and then her hand slipped to the front of his boxers. "Nice penis," she said as she looked up into Jon's eye. Jon smiled as Mattie explained her ribald behavior. "I tend to like more control Jon," he watched as Mattie used the tissue to wipe her lips. Then she pulled a small mirror out and checked her face. The tube of lipcolor moved across those sexy soft lips so quickly Jon almost missed the action, but she looked great. All in nearly a blink, a moment, and he just stood in amazement. "Let's get that wine okay?" she said, and she took hold of Jon's hand. As they walked from the stairway hiding space a security guard turned and winked at them, but Mattie smiled back and blew him a kiss. "Good afternoon sir," she said. Once in the bar the two relaxed on the tall stools, talking of the snapshots Mattie had made of her favorite paintings and drawings. "This one, see his control of the line from his mind is incredible. I love that he made himself special," Mattie said. "He would study other painters as a means of discerning what his view and approach would be," Mattie continued. "When he had prepared and had assembled his personal view he exploded on the scene. I think there are many normal people that do so as well, but they don't need or receive the recognition," Jon smiled as her presentation continued. Her views on art were new to him, but Jon listened as the barkeep brought the small dish of crab and a second glass of wine for both. After the pause at the bar, Mattie suggested a quick, second pass of the artwork. When they were again near the stair, he saw the small camera, mounted high on the wall, and Mattie saw it as well. "Somehow, no one interfered. Maybe the camera isn't monitored," Mattie snickered. She pulled Jon close as they walked into the main lobby, "Who cares. I got what I needed, did you Jon?" Jon smiled as they left the museum, "Yes, but this past day has been unique. Mattie, you are exceptional, the next stop?" he asked. She suggested a walk down into the courtyard of Rockefeller Center. They enjoyed the day visiting other spots in the City and returned across the river after nine that evening. Jon remembered the date tomorrow. "Mattie I can try and cancel an event, so that we can be together tomorrow," he said. Jon didn't share the details, but she said that she had nothing important planned. "Maybe we can see each other, on Monday, for the Holiday," he suggested. "The Fireworks along the river at least?" Jon asked as he held her close, and they kissed again. "Yes Jon, Monday, but not tonight. I needed to be with you today, but Sunday is a quiet time for me," she said. He wondered what she meant but this, but she kissed him again. They were walking back from the Ferry and were near her apartment. "Jon I should tell you something important," Mattie had stopped and took hold of both of his hands. Jon could see she was nervous, as she squeezed his fingers tightly. Standing inches apart with both of her hands in his he saw a concern in her lovely eyes. As she looked at Jon, he saw the moisture of a tear forming as she still held his hands. "What is it Mattie? Have I done something to offend you?" Jon asked. She started to speak, but a sob caused her lip to quiver. "No Jon, I'll be fine. It's just that my past is necessary to be," she quivered and turned to look away briefly. "Jon, Martha wasn't my name at birth. It was Samuel, but now it is Martha, or even Mattie, but not Sam. I became a girl Jon, ahh, just about thirty months ago," she squeezed his fingers hard, at the word 'girl'. Jon listen and heard these words, but he didn't process the meaning immediately, as she held his hands tightly. She was speaking of her transition, as he wondered what it might mean. She saw his confusion, as the idea settled in Jon's head, and his eyes may have revealed something. "Yes Jon, I am a transgender woman," but her words were now clear, and she had regained her confidence. Martha explained that she withheld her history yesterday, as she might see him again on the bus or around town. "I need to protect myself, to be certain, who knows the details Jon," her face had tears running down her cheeks. Martha continued but with passion, "I can share this with whom I desire Jon, and I want you," but she stopped speaking. Somehow, he didn't respond with his hands, except for the sweat that was forming on his palms. After almost a minute she said, "Jon, please, say something, anything," as she began to cry, but Jon realized that he was perplexed. "Mattie, ahh, I'll be okay, well, I mean, it's a surprise, Martha," but now he moved close and tried to hold her. Jon couldn't say more, as he considered her, and there was a brief hug, then she pulled away, but Jon was still a little shaken, and unable to speak. He did not want to reveal something bad; he just was befuddled. Jon again moved closer, but now she released his hands. Jon felt himself moving close and he reached to hold her, but hers wasn't a true hug now. Jon was anxious about how she would respond, but also puzzled by his passive condition, as he remained. A girl with a penis; did she have a penis he thought to himself? This beautiful person, wearing a dress, with wonderful soft lips and breasts, who had blown his prick this afternoon, but now she was crying as his arms loosely held her. "It is okay, I mean, I had hoped you," Martha said, though she was weeping, "You won't be, be revolted by me, Jon. Others are, and my family was clear. I was wrong to them." She cried softly with her head turn away. "So, I fully assume that after tonight, I may not see or hear from you. Your arms feel wonderful even as you are a little wary," she moaned softly. Jon thought of how to make this better, but her sense of his reaction was on target. He was guarded. Finally, Jon spoke, "Martha, I appreciate that you have shared this," but his voice was too strong. "I, I am of course, more than a little surprised. A beautiful girl asked me to have a drink, and now we have spent the twenty-three hours of the last thirty together. You are a wonderful, beautiful girl, to me," but now he just couldn't speak, and he was quiet, trying to not stiffen his back. She moved away slightly, "No Jon, your buts are about to be said. It is fine if you don't understand, and I don't need to hear any lies from you. Nor do I want to be coddled by anyone, especially you. I can hope for more from you, but you may choose to run away. So please save any excuses, and all of the buts, for I am proud of myself and how I live today and the difficult decisions," she stepped back and released his hands. "Well, that is yours, not mine Jon," Martha turned towards the stoop, but she again looked at him. "You see me Jon? I want you to see me clearly," she stood a few feet away. "I am a girl in all ways," he saw her standing on the stoop, silhouetted by the light from the entry door. "Except one," she hesitated and seemed to tense up. Jon moved a half step closer. Martha raised her hand, "Let me finish Jon." She wanted him to hear. "I was born with a penis," Martha almost barked out this last sentence, and then she moved back, as Jon just stood still. "I still," she hesitated. "It's still there, somewhere. Smaller, but I too have one," she said this in a near whisper. Jon now stepped closer, but he didn't speak, and she ran her hands over her chest; her breasts, as she said, "This is real blood and flesh. I do not have any fake body pieces Jon. My waist is the result of hard work and a careful diet. Only my neck has seen a surgeon. The doctor smoothed my neck, and it caused a change in my voice, when it healed." Martha stood still, just looking at him, as he looked at her. "I will go inside now. Please consider this past day as special, just as I do," she walked nearer to the door. "Think about me and if tomorrow, you would like to see me, that would be great. If you need a day, a week, a month, sure, I'll wait. Because a girl like me has fewer options," Martha said. "But Martha you are a stunning woman," Jon had stepped closer, "regardless of what you have concealed beneath," now he wished that he had chosen a better word. "I can, ah," he was flummoxed, "Imagine what is there, beneath that sexy dress," he said trying to reconcile what this meant. That sounded really dumb, but Jon had said it. He saw her roll her eyes as she turned and walked up two steps of the stoop. "Don't, I meant not yet, please let me say," he asked. She put her hand up to quiet me, "Jon, remember I like control. I don't need to hear you thinking out loud. Go home, and think about this day, think of me, if you can, okay?" Jon moved up to the lower step. She was again looking down, just like on the bus. Jon smiled, "Okay Miss, no issues with me," he said quietly. She remembered the exchange and giggled lightly and said softly, "Maybe I will see you on the bus sir." She turned and walked slowly up the eight steps; he was counting each as her heels hit the stone. "Good night Jon," she said as she turned again to him, and pulled the large door open. He stayed on the stoop thinking. A minute later he saw a light in second floor windows. Martha was home and he was completely lost. Jon watched the windows and he saw the shutters closing, without acknowledging that he was still outside. Jon stood quietly for ten minutes, thinking silently of Martha's words. He eventually sat down on the stone steps. After about twenty minutes he was still there, though it wasn't clear why he was remaining. He thought of the song, 'On the Street Where You Live' from the musical 'My Fair Lady'. The irony of Martha's creation, and the song didn't help. He was on the stone steps for quite a long period. He stood to leave, after over an hour, and he again hummed the tune softly. Jon looked back towards her darken windows as he turned to walk home. It was nearly midnight when he got to bed and asleep. Martha had spellbound him, and he dreamed, as he restlessly slept. - - - - - - - Jon had a lonely dream that night: "You want to be with me, a girl, though with a penis Jon?" "Martha, can you tell me about the girl in the painting today? The artist painted one on her; she had a panty about her hips, like you do now Martha. You do not want to show me the penis?" "I like that you refer to my sex as 'the penis' Jon. And, no. I would rather not, but I want you to inside me, deep inside me. That is what I would like you to do." Jon felt her move to her hip as her fingers pushed her panty aside. "You know Jon, I have never looked at that painting in the context you are suggesting; the girl with her right hand behind her head may have been like me? With a small penis concealed by her panty?" She moved atop Jon on the bed and rubbed her body's cleft along his stiffing dick. "How do we do this Martha? Do we need a special lube or what?" "No sweet man, I am ready to have you inside me." This dream shook Jon as he prepared to push into Martha's bottom, into her ass. He was about to butt-fuck, . . . . . He awoke and sat up, looking at the clock; it was still dark. He lay awake thinking. - - - - - - - - Mattie opened the door to her second-floor condo slowly, and she saw Stella standing a few feet inside. She was dressed in her soft pink slip. She was also wearing heels and Mattie noted that she had on hose'. There was a slight tenting at Stella's hips, beneath the soft shimmering pink material. "Well how did that go Mattie?" Stella asked as she folded her arms across her breasts. Stella had a smirk on her face. "Will I be meeting that guy soon?" she pressed. Mattie just stood quietly considering her roommate as Stella opened the door wide. Clearly, she had been watching, maybe listened, to the discussion outside. Stella came to Mattie at the door to the apartment. She was a some-time roomy and a very close friend. "NO !" Mattie said sternly without looking at her, and she pushed passed Stella, and noticed that she had cleaned up her mess. Mattie spun about on her heels as Stella moved close, and pull Mattie into an embrace, and the taller woman kissed her cheek, but Mattie wanted to be clear with her. "Our agreement is clear," Mattie said aggressively, as she pushed Stella to back away. Mattie wasn't loud, but continued, "I understand why the first men were to help me along, but Jon is the fifth, or the eighth, it doesn't matter Stella. There is no way Stella, no damn way, and I don't want you here all of the next week. It is my apartment now and I want you to stay with your brother while I begin, if, I begin this relationship." Mattie folded her arms across her chest and sternly looked at Stella. "Hah ha, you silly girl," Stella snickered. "I'll admit you are correct, and the terms can now be initiated. There still has to be a closing though Mattie, with all real estate transfers." They had signed the contract months ago, "Yes and okay, anyway," Stella said. Mattie was a bit tentative, but now she was thinking of Stella tented chemise, and her eyes focused on Stella's hips. "I will not be a problem," Stella moaned as she came close, but again Mattie pushed her away. Stella then turned and moved to the window, and closed the shutters, quickly noticing that Jon was still outside. Stella had wondered about Mattie's need to be accepted, as a woman, by a man during the past months. She knew it was Mattie's decision to share her transition details, and Stella was glad that during the past few months Mattie had become quite confident. Stella wouldn't assume it was necessary for Mattie to disclose that she was transgender. Mattie was her sometime lover, but was quite happy. She now felt it was her business, and not the public's need to know of her transition. Mattie had not been required to share her status even with her new employer, as the paperwork and new the law was supportive. Mattie heard Stella going the math; "The first one was Stan, and then the fat guy, Richard," "He wasn't fat Stella," Mattie said somewhat curtly. Stella continued, "The third was that hairy guy," "Nick," Mattie said softly, as she was now standing beside Stella, near the shuttered window, and she knew what would happen next. "Yes, Nickie," Stella said. "And then that tall one," Stella giggled. Mattie would not forget him. "Jorge," she said softly. Mattie looked down and saw that Stella was rubbing her mons pubis. In the moonlit room Mattie could see the faux prick shaking as Stella played with her vulva. "We both enjoyed Jorge and his big honey stick," Stella now hummed, recalling watching, as the man's fat cock had entered Mattie; that was the second of Mattie's anal encounters with a man. Stella was now standing behind Mattie, with her hands on the shorter woman's waist, as she pulled Mattie in closer, towards her. Mattie now felt the phallus against her dress, and Mattie shifted slightly, as Stella's hands lifted her dress hem, and Stella settled the faux cock in the divide of Mattie's thong-covered butt cheeks. Stella shifted slightly and peeked through the shuttered window, "Yep, he is still outside," she whispered, turning to look at Mattie, who was now a step beside her, and Stella moved to hug her. Mattie wanted her girlfriend to love her, and she was no longer thinking of the guy outside, as she heard Stella moaning softly into her ear, and a moment later Mattie raised her hands up as Stella slipped the dress over her head, and then Stella removed the brassiere straps from Mattie's shoulders. Stella's warm fingers cupped Mattie's breasts and she teased at her lover's nipples. "Mattie I will call for the papers to be resolved on Tuesday, after the Holiday. And I will stay with Dave all of next week," Stella was kissing Mattie's neck as she said this. Mattie now reached back and moved her thong strip aside, as Stella nuzzled the lube coated toy across the Mattie's bottom opening. Mattie felt Stella moving the toy cock, rubbing it across her anus. The slim dildo was sticking out from Stella's pussy, and Mattie moaned as she felt the head enter her bottom, as Stella pushed with her hips. "Ah, yes," Stella moaned. Mattie bent around and kissed Stella as the stiff feeldoe entered her bottom more deeply. Stella paused, and she moved, turning them both, so as to bent Mattie across the bedspread, holding her hip, as Mattie looked across the room and saw Stella reflected in the mirror. Stella was smiling. "I want you to cum on my stick," then Stella pulled Mattie up, and they kissed again, as the toy slipped from Mattie bottom. "Don't," Mattie said softly as Stella had moved away, and had opened the shutter blades slightly. Stella just giggled, "That silly boy is still out there, but it's my cock you want inside you!" Mattie wanted her now, and she knew why, "Come back to me Stella,". Stella looked back towards her, as Mattie held her bottom cheek. "Come kiss me Stella," and she saw Stella now lewdly smile. "Sure Mattie," and she walked the two steps closer, and she bent, with her hands spreading Mattie bottom wide, and her tongue licked along Mattie's cleft, focusing on the tight sealed opening. "Oh yes, please Stella," Mattie moaned. Stella moved to stand, and she kissed her lover, then she paused, as Mattie focused, and she felt the phallus head again open her bottom. "Oh, please Stella," and she reached back to rub some saliva onto Stella's faux cock. Stella held Mattie close as the fake penis again slipped inside her deeply. Stella now reached and held Mattie's chin, and looked into her eyes; Stella knew that as Mattie had become more confident and independent, she would soon ask her to leave, to pursue her feminine life. "So, you promise to not intrude with Jon and me?" Mattie asked as Stella held her close with the hard cocktoy inside her bottom, but Stella turned her head away. "You promised," Mattie said softly. Stella again turned Mattie, "Yes, and we both know, that I still need you," as Stella looked into Mattie's eyes. Stella said, "He may not call back Mattie," as she pushed her rod deeper into her lover's ass. "Ahhh, ohh god, yes, but this one," Mattie moaned. "Maybe you're right Stella," Mattie softly said. "But that will not be your concern," she moaned as she became more aroused. "God Stella," Mattie moaned, and with her rising excitement, she turned and looked into Stella's eyes. "Yeah, you like me plowing your sexy ass," Stella smiled, and Mattie heard the panting of her lover's breath. Mattie's climax was near, but Stella paused, hold the cock still. "Maybe we will be waiting for someone to love you, even for another week, or a month 'Martha'," Stella snickered. "Ohh fuck, no. Oh god, Stella, fuck me," as Stella was again moving her faux dick, slowly in and out of Mattie's tight body, as Mattie's excitement grew, and she knew she would peak soon. The two had met almost two years earlier, and last year when Stella had settled her fathers' estate, she had made a contract to gift Mattie the small apartment. It had been in her family since the 1980's and though the value had risen she looked at the seven hundred square feet as a token now. "Let's move, up onto the bed Mattie," Stella cooed as her phallus slipped out, and Mattie slipped up to the tall bed, as Stella walked slowing across the room. Stella slipped the pink chemise from her shoulders, and moved to the head of the bed, as she had kicked off her heels. Mattie also kicked off her shoes and pushed her thong off of her knees and toss it to the floor as she watched Stella. "I want you on top now Mattie," Stella said, as the two settled onto the bed. Mattie bent to kiss and then fellate the fleshy shaft rising from Stella's pussy, but Stella reached around and pulled Mattie to her mouth. The kisses were what mattered. Stella knew how her kiss would arouse Mattie; to have a warm tongue in her mouth. As her loving touch continued Mattie felt her lover positioning the toy again and Mattie allowed it to slide inside her body, as a deep moan escape her mouth. "Ohh Stella," she moaned as the slim penis shaped toy began to vibrate. She bent to kiss Stella, sensually as women can, and Stella's faux prick moved within Mattie's bottom again, as she slowly fucked Mattie. "Turn Mattie," Stella directed her, while remaining within her bottom, and they kissed, Mattie now in the cowboy position. "You will still need me though Mattie. You like girls too much to give me up," Stella whispered. Mattie smiled, looking down at her lover, "But I sucked his dick today," Mattie said. Stella reacted hurt. "What?" as she was still. "That was a slutty thing to do Mattie," Stella grinned up at Mattie. Mattie now began to bounce on Stella's hips. "Perfect." Mattie said softly. Stella grinned, "His cock, or my feeldoe?" "Keep this rhythm, yes Stella," Mattie's hands now held her own breasts, and Stella smiled, recalling the day over a year ago when Mattie allowed her to see her small new mounds. "And, yes, it was slutty of me," Mattie moaned again softly. On each slow stroke Stella began to move further out of her lover's tight canal. Mattie reached down to play with Stella's fat nipples now, as she moved her hips closer and therefore the cock settled deeply within her. Stella sensed Mattie's need and tried to pull the feeldoe a little further out with each stroke until her slippery penis toy was almost entirely out of Mattie's ass, with just the helmet remaining within her lover's butthole, just as Mattie stifled her scream. "Stella!" Mattie moaned as her semen spouted freely on to Stella's belly. "God, girl, you, oh, yes, Stella!" Mattie shock from her climax. "Damn, you surely needed that release honey," Stella said as she saw the large amount of goo on her belly and the hose' suspender. Mattie fell atop her. A moment later, Mattie turned, and they kissed gently. Mattie knew Stella was right; she would need her. Now Mattie moaned, as she felt her generous spurt of semen spreading onto her own belly, as Stella intensely kissed her. Pausing Mattie looked at Stella, and moved upward, "But my life is settling now Stella. The job is secure, and I have been accepted as female. I am sure that even Jon would not have known." Mattie lifted up carefully, and the joystick slipped from her body. She bent to kiss and lick Stella, as her tongue licked around the probe still within Stella's vagina. Mattie carefully pulled the cock-stick partial from Stella's syrupy hole, and then she let it go, as Stella's muscles pulled it back into her pussy. A minute later Stella's hands were on Mattie's head holding her focus, as Mattie's tongue licked and kissed her lover's pussy, and moments later Stella's climax rattled her body. Mattie stopped her licking but held her tongue atop Stella's now fat clitoris. She heard a groan from Stella. "I didn't need a lot of attention, huh?" Stella moaned as the toy slipped from her pussy. Mattie watched as Stella moved off of the bed, and the toy fell to the floor. Mattie saw a dribble of Stella's pussy juice hit the wood floor, as she walked near the window, and again peeked through the shutters. "He is sitting on the steps now," she said as she turned to look at Mattie who had sat up on the bed and wiped the semen from her belly. She then adjusted her thong about her hips. Stella glanced back at Mattie, "I guess I'm the lucky one, for you are here with me Mattie," and she noted that Mattie panty was slightly tented from her concealed but semi-hard penis Stella came back to the bed and shimmied Mattie over, and then she kissed Mattie's moist face, "Here is some more for my lover," Stella turned about. She now squatted over Mattie's face, rubbed her pussy over Mattie's willing lips. With her tongue extended, Mattie licked Stella's wet pussy lips, as her clit was smaller now. "Yes, Mattie, lick my nectar," Stella said. A minute later, she moved up to lye beside Mattie. Stella took her hand, "You know, your penis seems to stay hard after you cum Mattie," and Stella's hand cupped her lover's sex. Mattie looked at her and said, "Thank god for those medical tapes you gave me." They laid together for some time without speaking. - - - - - - - - Stella had met Martha in Manhattan over a year earlier ago. She had been out with her brother on the east side. Their meeting was due to a random decision, as Dave walked past the small but busy place. He suggested to Stella that they go in. "I heard this place is a gathering place, for lesbians sis," and Stella smiled and lightly punched her brother's chest. Having Dave with her was good, as he hadn't been very supportive of her life decision to come out two years ago. Once inside, Dave was grinning as he watched the crowd, dancing laughing, and happily enjoying each other. It was not a balanced group, as most of the patrons were woman. He left his sister at a tiny table in the back corner while he visited the bar. "Champagne, and a rum and coke please,"; it took several minutes, and Dave looked back towards Stella. There were two beauties standing beside her. He had always been aware of her attractiveness, all through school, but she was clearly now into women. He had never actually seen her with another woman, and he watched out of curiosity. Somewhere in college, Stella had stopped dating men. Now Dave noticed that there were a few loners at the bar, but again these were predominantly women, several who appeared quite butch. He considered how Stella had described her past lovers as 'femme' and he wondered if she had come to this interest after careful experimentation. Yeah, he thought, she had been sleeping around during the past several years, and now she knew what she needed; women who were really feminine. He carried the drinks back to the table, and saw that Stella had seen him approaching, and so did the two beauties. "I'm not into threesomes, bitch," said the shorter brunette as she walked off, nearing upsetting Dave's drinks. The other tall blond simply smiled back and blew Stella a kiss. After twenty minutes Stella needed another glass of bubbles, "I'll get this round Dave," and off she strutted, as Dave noticed her clear and purposeful wiggle across the wood floor. He again surveyed the crowd and noticed a few girls that were wearing carefully tailored suits, but the cut of the suits appeared to be similar to a man's suit. His eyes reviewed a tall woman with the auburn hair, who stood only ten feet to the left. He looked down across her pin-striped covered bottom, and he noticed her tall, black shiny heels. The shorter blonde wore a little black dress that was taut about her thighs. Dave's stare lead to taller woman who noticed his look to chuckle. "You are not for my girl mister. She only likes my kind of dick, okay?" Dave simply smiled and looked across for Stella. He wondered what the woman was implying. While she awaited the barkeep to find a new bottle of champagne, Stella noticed a short woman standing alone at the bar. Stella recalled her early visits to these types of bars, alone, trying to gauge her needs and the willingness to partner with another woman. She had come out years ago while a young junior. in college Tonight, her brother wasn't along as a cover, for she was quite comfortable with herself now. She watched this shorter blond for several minutes, then when she had to speak with the barkeep the lonely blonde had disappeared. The Barkeep said the champagne would be a few minutes, so Stella asked for the restroom. Walking to the rear hall she saw the three doors, each with a gender-neutral symbol. She tuned the knob of the one appearing to be vacated, but suddenly Stella saw that she was interrupting. Quickly Stella pulled the door closed, but she had seen the short blonde, as she was stand, and wiping, while holding her taupe skirt in her left hand, and Stella had seen that it was the lovely blonde from the bar. She had seen something unique. The short flesh at the woman's groin, below her hips, and Stella knew what she was seeing. The blonde had a penis! Stella shyly awaited another door, but after a minute only the blonde emerged. They looked at one another, and Stella said softly that she was sorry, and she rotated to allow the blonde beauty to step pass her. After using the washroom Stella returned to the bar. The champagne was ready, and she asked for a second glass. A minute later she walked over to the blonde from the lady's room and offered her the flute. "I'm sorry that I interrupted you," Stella said and handed the beautiful shorter woman the glass. The blond was puzzled. She looked at the tall sexy woman and glanced back to the man she had seen the woman with a moment before. "I fumbled; the lock was difficult," the blonde said, thinking about the door being opened. She had been surprised but the intrusion. Then she said, "So you saw, what?" the blonde said with a curious, but calm tone. Stella introduced herself, "Stella," she said. The blonde looked at her for another moment, "Martha, but my lovers call me Mattie," and she extended her hand. After being left alone for fifteen minutes, Dave made his way back to Stella's side. Her and Mattie were talking and appeared to be quite happy, and now Dave was noticed by his sister. The introduction did not include the particular details of their washroom encounter. Two months later, Stella offered the small condo to Mattie. The renter had suddenly moved out, due to an employment re-location. The woman's company had sent the remaining three months' rent due for the lease. "I live in Jersey City most of the time Mattie, you could save a lot, compared to the lower east side apartment," Stella and Mattie had been spending every opportunity together, but the two had not been lovers. "The extra time commuting would be my concern Stella," Mattie suggested. Stella mentioned the ferries, and the bus through the tunnel, "So you'd have two options, and no more feel-ups on the subway!" "I'll try the ride tomorrow," Mattie said, and Stella gave her the keys. The bus was about ten minutes longer, but the ride was pleasant. Together with the rent being over a thousand dollars less a month. Mattie moved across the river the following weekend, with Dave doing the majority of the work, as Stella was away for a conference. Stella now described herself as 'bisexual', for her desire was to be with Mattie, though she was uncertain whether or when the rendezvous might occur. She had asked Mattie about her partners, but Mattie had been coy. Stella felt she could wait and allow Mattie to explain her intimate desires on her own terms. A few weeks after the move Stella spent the night at the condo with Mattie. The two had been out in Manhattan, and the ferry to Jersey City had a mechanical issue. Mattie had a sofa, but Stella was quite drunk and so she slept beside Mattie. Mattie was awoken after dawn, as she felt Stella's fingers were around her small penis. Stella was still wearing her dress, as she had fallen asleep on the coverlet. Mattie felt Stella's gentle caress and she rolled closer to Stella. "I know it's quite small," but she stopped speaking as Stella bent to kiss the head of her sex. "Mattie, this is more than perfect," and Stella's mouth covered Mattie's semi-hardness. Then Stella moved and kissed Mattie's mouth, and her tongue didn't pause as she tasted Mattie's morning mouth. Her fingers caressed the slowly stiffening penis. "Can you allow me to bring you to climax Mattie? I want to try," and Stella saw her friend's head nod, as she bent to again cover Mattie's small sex with her moist mouth. "Oh, yes, Stella!" Mattie moaned. "Please eat my little," but Mattie didn't name her sex, as she closed her eyes. Stella felt Mattie's hips rising to her mouth, in a rhyme, and she focused her tongue's loving on Mattie's almost rigid sextube. "Oh," Mattie softly moaned. "Ah. A-Ahh. Owe, ah," she wasn't loud, but clearly Stella was having an effect. Mattie's hands now reached Stella's head, "Oh, dear. Yes Stella, please. Ahh!" Mattie cried out as she ejaculated and Stella kept her mouth over her lover's small, but now hard penis. A few moments later Mattie sat up and embraced Stella as she released the buttons of her blouse and her brasserie's front clasp. Their breasts now rubbed, and Mattie kissed Stella passionately. "Now I want to taste you Stella," and she pushed her lover back to the bed sheets. Stella later explained their lovemaking, "I used to see myself as into quite feminine girls, then I witnessed you, and your small penis,". Stella now reached to caress Mattie's upper thigh, as the two lay after their sex play. Stella asked about Mattie's male lovers, but Mattie quelled the inquiry, "There was only the one." Stella had been with many women and several men, and now she asked, "When did you know," Stella hesitated but Mattie spoke quickly. "That first time, feeling another body moving within mine," she said and reached to hold Stella. Stella gently kissed her lover, "Yeah, a cock pushing inside me, I can relate Mattie." But Stella knew that anal sex was quite different, "But was that first time comfortable?" "I was hurt, actually torn, by that over-excited partner," and Stella understood, and ceased her questions. Stella didn't move in, but she did stay with Mattie many nights during those first months. Their sex play slowly evolved, as Mattie learned to love Stella's body. Stella had introduced a slim faux phallus, early in their romance, as Mattie was becoming more aware of her gender identity. As her hormones stabilized, and she grew more comfortable with Stella's interests, Mattie had become increasingly curious and her body wanted more of Stella. The early attempts with Stella's toy were simply to allow Mattie to become accustom to having her bottom licked and kissed. The kissing and ass-loving eventually lead to Stella's fingers playing and teasing, and then the dildo play. There was no rush, as Stella had Mattie's attentive tongue and was content to allow her lover to determine the joy of their toys. After a few weeks Stella came in with a present, and Mattie opened it to find the king cock strap-on. "So, you want me to allow you," Mattie paused and turned around, lifting her skirt. "Into my bottom?" Stella giggled, "It's an amazing experience, if lovingly and slowly done Mattie." She saw Mattie smirking, "So you've had a cock in your ass girl?" Stella came to side and caress Mattie's bottom, " It will be quite powerful Mattie, for both of us." Stella explained, "At first, when I was with another lover, I would wear the harness around, without the dildo," she saw Mattie's response. "Seriously?" Mattie said. "I then would walk around with the dick sticking out, and the experience helped. I needed to understand the weight and the wobble, so that I could properly penetrate someone," Stella explained. "But how did you get fucked back there?" Mattie asked. Stella told Mattie of her college roommate and her girlfriend. "So it was these two women, and they just stuffed a dildo into your ass?" She lewdly looked to Mattie, "Like right now. I want to stuff this into your tight butt Mattie!" Stella had only mentioned her other partners once before, and Mattie knew to not ask further questions, but she was anxious. Maybe Stella could be gentle, and Mattie may overcome the memory of how her past lover had hurt her so badly. Together they had carefully explored many positions, and one evening Stella suggested, "You could try and suckle my cock Mattie. It might help you get comfortable," Stella said, as she saw Mattie smiling at the offer. Several nights each week Stella would don her strap-on and attempt to penetrate Mattie. The act required some skill, and patience, but Mattie came to enjoy being with Stella, and her dick toys provided something unique to Mattie. The two were becoming more serious, but Mattie was changing as well. The sexual play with Stella, was always great, but Mattie was developing an interest in men. Stella made note of the changes, as Mattie's arousal was now another way the two could make love, and as Mattie's hormone dose was being decreased, and her breasts had settled to a nice B-cup, the level of her tumescent had increased. Mattie eventually explained her needs to Stella, "You are gentle, and your sexuality meets mine now," but Mattie paused and looked at the faux prick dangling between Stella's thighs. "When you are inside me Stella, I wish," and Mattie again paused to kiss Stella. "I just wish that it was a warm penis," and Stella reached to hug her lover. Stella moved quickly to the bath, and Mattie heard the water running. A moment later Stella was at the bedside and Mattie reached to caress the now warm faux cock. "You are a very careful, and considerate lover," Mattie said as she rolled to allow Stella into her lubed upturned bottom. "Is that better Mattie?" Stella asked as she moved within her lovers' tight body with the slim cocktoy. Stella's hands reached to cupped Mattie's breasts as she fucked her from behind, "Yes, yes, perfect Stella!" Stella knew then that Mattie would be leaving her. The question was how soon, and with what amount of drama. - - - - - - - - After fifteen minutes, Mattie rolled onto her elbow and looked at Stella, "So, Jorge was the last." Mattie said softly. Stella knew that Mattie meant it. Over a six-month span Mattie was attracted to several men, and she shared her gender change with each of them. But Mattie just wasn't emotionally ready to share a bed with a male. There was the memory of the bar encounter with Edward, when he had been dancing with Mattie, as Stella looked on from the bar. The man had just grabbed Mattie's ass, and then slipped his other hand up her dress. Mattie's panic was seen by Stella, but Edward's fingers were now into her panties, and he felt the tape. "What the fuck!," he swore, as Mattie rotated away and quickly pulled her dress hem down. Stella was there in a quick moment, "You have an issue?" Stella glared at the man. He reacted surprised, "I don't want that," he said pointing to Mattie's groin, as she tried to settle her gaff. "Well mister, you had better be ready, as I have a black-belt," Stella stood leering at Edward. The threat brought a calm to Edward and the moment just dissolved as he looked back at Mattie, as she softly wept. Mattie was at the bar, and Stella walked and stood beside her. He approached to say something, and Stella, turned quickly. "I just," he said, but he stopped seeing the anger in Stella's eyes. "I should have not been so aggressive. But that was not what I wanted," Edward said. He spoke quickly as Stella pushed against him. In her heels she towered about the man, who was slightly taller than Mattie. Stella swore, "Yeah, stuffing your hand into her thong, that's a pleasant introduction Mister Eddie!" He walked off, and they left the bar, separately. "Stella, I'm comfortable with my sexuality, and my boy-bits, but in a bar, just as on a bus or the ferry, I am not obligated to share that I'm trans," Mattie said this strongly. Mattie dated several men, and she did find an opportunity to discuss her past gender. These dates didn't end well. After these failures she met one guy named Steve, and he was nice, but he was not very interesting. He had come upstairs after the dinner date, and Mattie had explained her anatomy. They were alone, as Stella was out at a party, but Steve was too shy, and he left quickly. When Mattie explained the date with Steve to her lover, Stella knew that she could help, and she hatched a different plan. "You really want to find someone, to start your sexual life?" Stella asked. Mattie explained that she was willing to have casual sex, "Yes Stella, with a near stranger!" Stella insisted that she be there. The next man didn't seem to mind hearing the news of Mattie's transition, and the details from Stella. Mattie had opened the door, and she said, 'Hello', as Stella walked out from the front bedroom naked but wearing just her hose' and sexy black heels. Her pussy was shiny from the lube she had spread there. The guy seemed to relax, as Stella came to him and kissed his cheek. Stella told him of Mattie's penis, as she rubbed her naked pussy, while reaching out to take his arm. It was rehearsed, but the acting was quite effective. "You know that Mattie," Stella would say, "Well she has something special about her," Stella said to Stan as she came to Mattie's side, standing naked and rubbing Mattie's crotch through her dress. Then Stella moved towards Mattie's male guest and dropped to her knees, as Mattie stood aside, and watched, as Stella released Stan's penis, and kissed the tip; licking up and along Stan's shaft. At this point, Mattie came to Stella's side and Stella motioned for her to kneel. Mattie looked at the fat, saliva-covered penis, as Stella pumped Stan's shaft, but Mattie didn't try and lick him. She was aroused, when Stella turned and kissed her lips, while holding Stan's wet cock so near to Mattie's face. Stella smiled and finished off Stan and he ejaculated free of Stella's mouth and the goo hit the wood floor. Mattie watched as he smiled, and Stella finished the story about Mattie being born. "Mattie is a beautiful girl," Stella smiled as she caressed his still stiff cock. "And Stan, well, she also has a small penis." Stella said this while she squeezed his softening dick, with her right hand. He was not hard now. He was the first to move and he swore at her, as he pulled his dick away from Stella's hand. "What do you mean?" but he turned and saw Mattie's face, and he knew then. "You are not right," he said as he quickly opened the door. Stella called to him, "She did nothing to you Stan. I blew your penis," but he ran towards the stairs with his prick still free. He stuffed it into his pants and then he quickly ran down the stairs. The two women heard Stan say at the door, "I hope you two enjoyed this, shit! You're fucking weirdos!" Stella wasn't surprised, but Mattie was hoping for some respect; she now could see the reality. "We are not 'weird' Mattie. You liked Stan, right?" Stella asked as Mattie wiped the floor clean with a towel. "Would you have been cool if I had pulled him onto the couch and fucked him?" Stella then asked. Mattie looked up, but hesitated a moment, "I am not sure I could have gone that far Stella. I figured just giving him a blowjob would be an event," Mattie said as she dropped the soiled rag into the waste container. Stella knew that there was some risk, when Mattie brought a man up those twenty steps. She felt Mattie's appearance was so close to a cis-women, and her feminine characteristics were not ambiguous. Her looks may affect her ability to clearly explain her genital condition. Mattie looked at Stella, "What are you thinking?" Stella, reached for her robe, "I wonder if you might be helped by lowering the 'glam' of your looks," as she came closer. "He was attracted to you. Stan didn't have a clue," and Stella felt Mattie might consider dressing down. Mattie crossed her arms, "I am not 'too' pretty Stella!" But she felt she needed Stella near for support. "Mattie you're hot, especially now, as you are more confident," Stella said as she walked to her side. "Well Stella, I want to be with someone, and I wan them to want me as I am." With Stella there she figured the man wouldn't hit her. She also wondered when she would ask another man up to the condo. Two weeks later, Mattie met Richard. He was a little out of breath when they reached the apartment, and again Mattie stood near and listened as Stella explained about her body to Richard, with Stella standing nearly naked, rubbing her shiny mons pubis. Richard happily allowed the sexy Stella to take his cock into her warm mouth. His response was still unsettling after he had cum into Stella's palm. "No way, I can't see that. Mattie?" Richard said, as Stella wiped her hand clean with a moist towel. He motioned for Mattie, "Show me Mattie, pull away your panty," Richard asked. Mattie looked at Stella, "Go on; he's not going to bite," Stella said, as Mattie lifted the hem of her dress and moved the panel of her thong to the side. When Richard glimpsed the tip of Mattie's soft penis, he just laughed, as Stella had finished with his dick. Richard then turned, and just walked out. They heard him chuckling, all the way to the front door. "We aren't making progress Mattie," Stella said, but to Mattie this was progress. She was much more comfortable, and she had even kissed Richard's very long cock. "Really, Stella, I am getting close to giving a blowjob," Mattie said. Stella was concerned, "Mattie, cock is okay, but where did your drive to be with a male come from?" "I think the sensuality of being with you, loving your body is amazing, but the feeling of a penis within me, well it's way more that I can describe," Mattie said as she removed her bodycon black dress. Stella saw her hose' and the dainty pink lingerie. "You are quite a girly-girl, huh?" Stella was sitting on the sofa. Mattie paused and considered the idea a moment, "Yep, that's how I see myself, and this girl wants a fat, hard, warm cock. I might look differently at this desire after being with a man who wants me, as I am. Then I might come running back to you and your sexy toys Stella!" Stella had Mattie practicing with one of her toys daily now. Mattie suggested that the next time Stella be dressed, and Mattie would give the fella fellatio. "Are you sure? I think when they see my pussy, it helps," Stella said. Mattie was not so certain, "Maybe, but having you near I believe is more important. He was a little surprised, but he didn't get violent," she said as she slowly closed the still open door. The following week, Mattie didn't have a reason to be optimistic with Nick. They had met at the deli and he was quite a good-looking man, with a soft stubble on his face. Their previous casual date had been nice and Mattie felt he was interested. Now at the condo, Nick was bewildered watching Mattie eating his cock while Stella kissed him. After he had shot into her mouth, Mattie stood up in her high heels to wipe away the semen from her lips, as she heard Stella describing the next act, as she was pulling Nick toward the couch. "I told Nick while we walked to the condo," Mattie said, but Nick looked down at her with puzzlement. "Told me what?" he asked. "You can be the first to fuck my girlfriend's ass Mister Nickie. She wants your hard dick in her back-door pussy," Stella said. But he was now looking back towards Mattie. "What did I miss?" he asked looking at Mattie. "I told you about her," Stella said, having told him of Mattie's transition, but Nick seemed to have not heard, or understand, possibly due to having his cock in Mattie's warm mouth. "No way has Mattie got a dick, no fucking way!" indicating that he had some knowledge of Mattie's conversation, or Stella's. But Nick turned towards Mattie. "I thought you were kidding," he said, and he smiled and looked over. Mattie slowing lifted her dress hem, and he saw the garter belt holding up her stockings and he smiled. "See no way," he said, but then he waited another moment, for Mattie was tucked back, and her panty was flat. When she pulled her thong aside, and he saw Mattie's tiny penis spring loose, and Nick yelled. "Fuck you!" he jump up Somehow, they both avoided his swinging fists, but he dented the wallboard. It wasn't a full swing, or he might have broken his hand. He ran down barking his hate. "Fucking bitches!" He swore as he left the building. Mattie told Stella as they heard the door close, "I thought he took the news too easily. He didn't blink when I explained my history as we walked here from Main Street. It was windy, and maybe he didn't hear me clearly," Mattie then said that she would handle the next date differently. "I just want to be with someone, a man, who knows," she was clear and thoughtful. Stella came to hold Mattie. "And I dream that he will want to be with me, and I want him to appreciate that I am a woman, a transwoman. Hopefully he will want me as I am." - - - - - - - - A month later, having had four difficult dates, Mattie met Jorge on Main Street and he asked her out. On the second date she suggest a visit to her place. She had agreed with Stella that Jorge would be different, and Mattie felt he was possibly special. She planned to tell him her story, of her gender transition, before opening the apartment door. She decide at the stoop to explain her body and her transition. Jorge was supportive and interested and he seemed prepared, as Mattie told him of her changes. When the door opened and he saw Stella, Mattie's naked girlfriend, he took her hand and the three made love all night. "This is, Stella," Mattie said, as Jorge looked at Stella, standing a few feet away, with her feet spread and her thighs wide apart. Stella's fingers were rubbing her shiny pussy, spreading the lips of her vagina, as Jorge squeezed Mattie's hand. Mattie looked up to his face. "Kiss me Jorge, and allow me to," and her right hand dropped to caress the front of his trousers. His kiss was passionate, and Mattie now felt Stella was close, and she heard the soft sound of Jorge's zipper being released. Jorge watched as Stella's hose' covered legs bent at the knees causing the nylon fabric to pull tautly. "She has sexy legs Mattie," Jorge said, pausing their deep kiss. Stella moaned as she reached to part his blue trousers. "I guess he likes the glam you Mattie," Stella implying that Mattie's decision to not change her dressing habits. "Girl, he has a great looking dick," and Stella placed Mattie's hand onto Jorge's now exposed penis as she stood and removed his tie, and her fingers quickly unbuttoned his white pressed shirt. Jorge smiled as Stella saw the label, "A beautiful fit too," she said as she tossed the shirt aside. Mattie looked down, noticing that Jorge's penis was cut, and she saw the purplish head. Mattie quickly looked at Stella, and then at Jorge, as she slowly dropped to her knees. Stella caressed Mattie's head and directed her, "Start with a kiss," Stella said as Mattie held the shaft. "Yes, hold him gently Mattie." Stella smiled as Mattie now licked along Jorge's stiffening cock, "Now look up, at his face, and open your mouth. Yes, rub that stiff cock across your lips," as Mattie did this causing Jorge to groan softly. "Oh, dear girl," Stella cooed. Stella's fingers were rubbing her vulva, "Yes, now caress him with your warm tongue," Stella was smiling. "Jorge likes this!" Stella said, as she moved and held Mattie about her head, with both hands, "Do you see?" Stella caressed Mattie's cheek, "His hardness, is inside you now Mattie, hold him, and," but Jorge, started to push into her mouth, and Mattie now choked slightly. "Jesus, Jorge!" Stella barked. "This is her first time!", though Stella knew it wasn't. "Don't be pumping her mouth yet," Stella scolded him, and she bent to kiss Mattie's cheek, as she gasped for air. "Now, are we ready Mattie?" and Mattie turned and again pulled Jorge's penis to her lips and engulfed the head. Stella was not on her knees, but her head was close to Mattie's, "Let me show you Mattie," and Stella bent down and reaching, and now pulled Jorge's dick closer, "Lick his shaft, while I suck on the tip Mattie." Stella sucked on Jorge's cock, while Mattie moved slightly back asking, "It's so big Stella?" meaning she felt that the size was the problem. "No Mattie, any cock, stuffed hard against a woman's throat will cause us to gag. Jorge was in a rush. Now come here; it's your turn again Mattie," and as Stella held his hard penis, Mattie's mouth covered the head once again. Stella looked down and noticed that Jorge's feet were just off of the rug. "Jorge, move over slightly, so that she isn't kneeing on the wood floor, please?" Now Stella was also on her knees, "He'll enjoy your hand pumping the shaft, try that Mattie, as you lick around the tip," and Stella quickly shifted to show Mattie. "See how he is enjoying this?" Mattie moaned, for she wanted to try, "Stella, can I suck on him again?" Stella turned and moved to rest on her heels, "Have you ever had two girls suck you off Jorge?" Mattie looked up to see him shake his head no, as she continued to suckle and lick him. She held the hard shaft as Stella moved to stand, and she kissed Jorge. "Well, you get two holes tonight, a lucky visit with Mattie, huh Jorge?" Stella said as she again bent to caress Mattie's cheek. "You look beautiful, sucking his cock Mattie. Another moment, and we will move to the sofa Jorge. I think Mattie want you inside her bottom, correct?" Stella asked. Mattie released Jorge's dick for a second, as she had prepared Jorge, "Yes, he has agreed to be with me Stella," Mattie said, but quickly returned to sucking Jorge. Jorge smiled as he watched Mattie again sucking and caressing his fat penis, "Her or his, it does not matter to me. I love to fuck, and a butt is tight. Her bottom looks so delightful!" he said. Mattie paused and smiling said, "Jorge, you can be gentle, and patient. I will require both, as my bottom is new to penetration, but I so want it to be with you." "My cock has been with another girl like you Mattie, but she was, well, not as pretty," Jorge said as he moved closer. He saw Stella reach into a drawer and unwrap the condom. Now Stella, crossed the floor, and Mattie heard her tall heels clicking. "Jorge, I'll have Mattie lay atop my lap, here, let me cover you," and she slipped on the condom. Jorge, saw that Mattie was wiping her lips, as did Stella, and Stella suggested to Mattie, "Go look at you face Mattie. A little touch-up would be good," Stella suggested. Jorge, then noticed the camera, "Oh, that's so cool. So that she will have a memory, and a record, of me pumping into her back-door!" Stella saw Mattie walking back from the bedroom, wearing a new chemise of a subtle rose tone, and she had changed into a pair of white strapped heels. Her lips were stained a deep rouge, and her eye makeup was stronger and intriguing. "Come and lay across my lap Mattie. I will help Jorge," but Mattie first stopped and stood tall in her heels and kissed Jorge. Stella giggled, "You like this tall guy, huh Mattie?" Her passion was rising as his fingers moved to caress her bottom, and she moaned when one of his fingers was pushed inside. "You are so beautiful, and slippery Miss," he said, as he felt Mattie's fingers caress his hard sex. "Yes, get my cock greasy too," Jorge said, as their kiss continued. Mattie looked over and Stella smiled. Then she laid with her one thigh high, exposing her tight hole, as Stella now rubbed some more lube deeply inside Mattie's body, with her fingers; one and then two, but Jorge was on his knees, and he pulled on Mattie's hips, and Jorge's tongue caressed the flesh between Mattie's cheeks. He licked slowly at first, then with relish, as he covered her crack and tried to push his tongue deeply inside her bottom. "Oh god, yes," Mattie moaned, Stella, his tongue, oh," as Jorge, licked and kissed her tight hole. Stella watched, amazed, as she hadn't seen a guy lick an ass like Jorge was now doing to Mattie. "She is tasty Miss Stella," Jorge said, as he continued to love Mattie's ass with his tongue. Stella looked on, giggling, "He has quite a way of loving; eat her butt Jorge", and then his fingers pushed into Mattie. "Mattie seems to be enjoying your savoring her bottom Jorge," Stella said, while caressing Mattie's hair, and the other hand played at her clitoris. Mattie looked back to try and see Jorge, "He is special Stella?" Stella simply nodded and she noticed that Jorge was moving. "I think he is impressive Mattie," Stella offered, as Jorge then moved into position, with one of his knees on the cushion edge, as he rubbed his covered dick slowly, back and forth across the flesh between Mattie's cheeks. He moved slightly and Mattie groaned. "Oh, oh!" as the head of Jorge's cock slipped into her bottom. "Oh, ah. Ahh, oh, ahh, ah, oh," Mattie softly moaned as Jorge's fat penis entered her for the first time, as she breathed deeply, to focus on the cock moving pass her tight ring. Then she groaned as he pushed deeper, almost a cry. Stella now reached to his hip, pulling slightly back, then she held Jorge's slippery cock. "Easy bud, she's new to this," and Stella pulled the penis completely out of Mattie's bottom. A second later Stella teased the girl's asshole, "And again, he gets a little Mattie, just the tip," and she pulled Jorge back out, as Mattie turned again and found Stella's lips. She whispered to Stella, "I'm ready." Jorge heard the words, and he again entered her body, "I'm inside her; oh, so warm!" "Oh yes, ah. Ahh, oh, ahh, ah, oh," Mattie moaned softly. Mattie felt Stella slip off the sofa, as Jorge was now deeply, slowly moving, in and back out of her tight canal. Jorge shifted her legs, resting both on his left shoulder. "Ahh, oh, ahh, ah, oh, hmm," she breathed deeply. Stella came close, bending to watch as Mattie also looked back towards Jorge, "Yeah girl, you are stuffed. He is deep Mattie, and to his balls!" Stella said. Mattie saw Stella rubbing her pussy, and she reached for her. "Here Stella, let me," and Mattie now extended her tongue and licked Stella's outer lips, as Jorge pumped into her bottom, with a pace, so that Mattie could feel every inch. "Thank you, Stella, I mean, we," but Jorge had rolled her and now he was atop Mattie, with her head pulled away from Stella, and her bottom raised high, as Jorge stuffed his cock in again. "Oh god, Stella, he's fucking me! Oh god, oh," she moaned as Jorge's slipped out, only to look at Mattie's eyes, and then he plunged into her bottom deeply. "Fuck, Stella, oh god," Mattie moaned, as Stella reached to hold Mattie's small penis, as Mattie's orgasm caused her to close her eyes, and she shook, Jorge seemed to not notice. "He's good at this Mattie!" as Stella now moved to hold him a moment, "But she done," trying to stop Jorge. "But I'm not, but I'm so close!" he said to Stella. She saw him grinning. Mattie now moaned, "God, do me, fuck me Jorge, do me, cum for me," and she reached down to briefly grasp his cock. "Oh god, ah, ahh! Ahh, oh, ahh, ah," Mattie moaned and smiled. "Stella, his cock, has made it so," and Mattie released Jorge. Mattie then pulled Stella near as Jorge, rolled her again, "Let me have your pussy Stella," as Stella sat, and Mattie's face moved between her thighs. "Oh, dear god, your tongue!" moaned Stella, as Mattie pushed her tongue into the lips of Stella's vagina. Being penetrated by Jorge's warm cock while she licked and kissed Stella's pussy was heavenly for Mattie. She loved the taste of Stella, and as the penis within her bottom moved, her kisses and rubbing had Stella near. "Oh Mattie, oh" Stella moaned, as Jorge now bent and kissed Stella, just as her climax began, and Mattie's face was covered with her release, "Oh fuck yes, Mattie!" Stella said as her pussy oozed onto Mattie's face. Mattie heard a soft grunt, and then the spurt deep within her bottom, as Jorge climaxed, as he continued to fuck her. A moment later he pulled his cock free, and the last jets of semen landed on her bottom cheeks. Several hours afterward, Jorge fucked Mattie a second time, with her hips lying on Stella's lap, to lift her bottom hole, and allowing Jorge access. "This is how I love to be, looking at his face Stella," Mattie said, as Stella played with Mattie's small breasts. Jorge slowly fucked her, but when he was close, he pulled out, and his semen shot across both women's breasts. Stella wasn't happy with this. "That is simply gross," but Mattie was quiet, and licked some of the semen from Stella's nipples. The following morning Mattie was quite sore and could not allow Jorge's big dick into her tight hole again, so Mattie blew Jorge, while Stella watched and offered suggestions. He left near noon, and Stella walked him out. "Will you visit next Friday too Jorge?" Stella asked at the door. Mattie was sad that he did not want to see her the following weekend. Her months of anxiety passed as the transition slipped further beyond Mattie. She had been with a man and he had enjoyed their sex. Stella and her usually saw each other every few days now, since Mattie was no longer dreading being attacked or hurt while on a date. She had found a doctor to sign the documents, and after three weeks her new license arrived. Within a week she had finally landed a job, with her new credentials; as her license now said 'female'. She also got the job with the small professional firm as a Marketing Assistant near Thirtieth Street in Manhattan. Each day Mattie would get on the bus and ride to work, thinking of her resettled world. But she wondered that maybe Stella was right, about this latest, this new boyfriend, Jon Swift. Mattie had shocked him in the museum yesterday, and last night he had stayed outside for well over an hour thinking about her. - - - - - - - He awoke covered with his dream release and wondered if or how he could be with her, Mattie. Could he be with a girl who had once been a boy? Or was it simpler, she had a penis but had always been female? Jon remembered how his good buddy from college, explained his love of giving blowjobs; he loved to give them to his friends. But Jon had told him, he would pass on the offer. They were still friends and spoke on occasion. Tim had never seemed queer or gay to him. Today he lived in the City with a close friend. Jon considered calling him, to discuss Mattie, but he knew that he would never call him. He had to come to this on his own. He had a beauty that wanted to be with him, but she was, shit, Jon just resisted thinking of her sex stuff. It was Sunday and he had a date in three hours. The distraction of meeting another woman was welcome. All during the date it was a test, comparing Sally to this other one, Mattie. The good girl from next door, versus the shocking bolt of lightning that was Mattie. The date was okay, but he was back home watching Sports-Centre by ten. The beer helped as Jon fell asleep on the couch. He awoke early again and went running but this time he did a six-mile route and he stayed clear of Mattie's block. As he walked to cool down, he knew he had no clue of how to proceed. Then it hit him; he needed to see her again. Regardless of Mattie's past, he had enjoyed spending time with her. His date yesterday, Sally, was not as interesting. The other women Jon had been with, were quite feminine, like Mattie. Girly-girls; was that a thing he wondered? But Jon was attracted to her. He considered the call, though a call was more difficult, so Jon chose to send a text. She didn't respond. - - - - - - - - - "That was Jon," Mattie said. Stella and Mattie were still in bed together, as it was before ten, and the alert caused Stella to curse. "I was hoping for at least a week," she had told Mattie last night of her fear of becoming a second lover. Mattie was just too new to dating men and didn't see that. "He is calling because he is like a freight train Mattie. You should watch yourself girl," Stella suggested. "I wonder how long he was outside? We fell asleep after we made love," Stella said. She was not happy. Stella jumped out of the bed and stepped to the window. "At least he's not there now," Stella groaned. "I need a shower," Stella said. Mattie wasn't urgently needing time with Jon, so she skipped out of bed chasing after Stella, but Stella had slipped into the toilet. The sound of Stella peeing paused Mattie at the door. "Did I tell you that I gave Jon a BJ the other day?" Mattie spoke through the door. The sound of Stella peeing stopped. "Yeah, you're a slut Mattie," Stella called out. The sound began again, and then in a moment she came out to Mattie with moist hands from her cleaning. "So, did you like his cock?" Stella had peculiar grin on her face. Mattie was standing naked, and Stella saw her little penis harden slightly. "You, god! You have a hard boner. You haven't gotten like that hard in weeks," Stella said, taking hold of the almost four-inch penis. Stella pushed Mattie back onto the couch, as she straddled her and her pussy covered Mattie's penis. She rubbed the turgid penis across her moistened outer lips. "Small, but still nice Mattie. It has been over two months since you have entered my pussy," Stella moaned as they moved slowly. Mattie kissed and licked Stella's left breast as her fingers fondled the right nipple. Stella slowly worked atop the small cock, rolling her hips and rubbing Mattie's penis along her vagina lips, as she then slipped it inside her pussy again. "Oh yes," Stella moaned. She smiled looking at Mattie, as her body began to peak. Mattie was trying to hold off her orgasm, to no avail, as Stella's tight squeezes also brought her to orgasm. They held each other for a moment, and then Stella rolled to sit beside Mattie. She had been close but had not climaxed. Mattie quickly moved to her knees and bent down and kissed Stella's clit, as Stella held Mattie's messy, tousled hair. Her semen oozed from Stella's opening. "He may be here tonight, huh Mattie?" Stella complained. "Oh Mattie, there," Stella moaned. Mattie finished licking her lover's pussy, but Stella's was a soft, quiet climax. "Ah, yes Mattie, ohh yes," Stella cooed. With some of her goo now in her mouth, Mattie moved to kiss Stella, sharing with her. Then she answered the question, as she considered the remaining day. "Maybe," Mattie said as she wiped her face clean. - - - - - - - - - Jon's curiosity lead him to look into Mattie's history; the information on the Friends website was limited, but he did find out that her degree was in legal support from City College. Jon had been studying uptown at Columbia while she had been at City. There were several pictures, but mostly shots from a phone, and whoever was making the photos seemed close since her smile was always nice. He did note that Mattie was about four inches shorter than himself, and she had blonde hair in several of the pictures. The snooping led Jon to search for other definitions, the legal descriptions of transgender. Then he typed in 'beautiful trans' and the image page startled him. There were hundreds of girls, and several that he though he recognized, from television, magazines and even some films. The life Mattie had selected was less atypically than Jon had thought. One woman from Canada had posted her story and he spent an hour reviewing her views on being transfemme, and her transition. It was before eight and Jon immediately sent her another text, 'dinner & the fireworks?' A few minutes later, there was a single word response: 'questions' He considered this simple note for five minutes, then Jon sent a third text: 'no & no doubts' She responded: 'I will call you after two' Now he had to consider what was next. If they did get through the day, would he sleep with her, could he be a good lover; whatever that might mean for a transwoman. He considered talking with his sister since it was a Holiday. She was in Chicago so after eleven o'clock Jon rang her cell. They were quite close before their different jobs led to her re- location. Jon usually called Micele before a big date, and hence she answered the phone with the question. "How tall, how smart, how good-looking Jon?" Micele could be a smart- ass. He did not share the details, but they spoke of his general respect for women. "That's what a girl wants Jon, to be listened to and allowed to be herself. Make this Martha comfortable, and she will want to spend more time with you. Try not to overkill her with the charm though," Micele said curtly. Then she asked, "Was this a random meeting Jon?" Micele asked. "Yeah, on the bus," he said but he didn't explain to Micele the details, the closeness. "Or was it, Jon?" Micele was suggesting a set-up. Jon thought for a moment of Mattie's statement about seeing him previously, "Maybe not," he said. Micele couldn't talk any longer, so she said goodbye. - - - - - - - - - - Those first weeks with Martha were magic, as she showed Jon how a woman would be a partner; she was fluid, and able to adapt to Jon's needs. Her needs required commitment and Jon began to balance his desires, as Martha needed the polarity, rather than any type of submission. She asked Jon to be himself, and his adjusting, to her perspective would make him unique and special. Martha's assertiveness would show up nearly every day, and Jon became more open to sharing as she expressed her needs clearly. It was evident in almost everything Martha did, as her own vision of how things between them ought to be, and Jon enjoyed the diversity of her ideas. Her lack of concerned about what others might think or wanted of her, and of themselves, was unimportant. Now she confidently opened her world to Jon. It was also how Martha looked every day, which made it impossible for others not to notice her, and her manner was sensual, and stimulating. It took Jon a few weeks to understand this; she just was always 'dressed', and her presence and aroma were intoxicating. Jon wanted to be near her, even just after being with her, and that was how he was adjusting. He would never forget the first time making love with Mattie. He could recall the many small details of that first night they spent together, and though they didn't speak of the initial night, Jon knew she was as altered by being with him as he was by Martha, by Mattie. In her bedroom, he sat in a club chair, as she prepared herself. Jon watched as Martha reached for the drawer pull, and she removed a bottle of some type of lube. He watched as Mattie, now up on her knees, rubbed her bottom between her thighs, and he smiled noting the glistening at her rear cleft. Then he saw Mattie push her thong panty aside and her finger slipped across her rose opening as she rubbed her tight hole. He shifted and noticed that she pushed in slightly with her right thumb. Mattie placed the small bottle aside, and she removed her hand as Jon moved closer. He reached for her shiny fingers, but Mattie took his hand, which spread the lube to his fingers, and Mattie held his hand and placed his fingers at her hole. While looking into his eyes, she proceeded to push Jon's long index finger inside her warm opening, slowly twisting, and just passed her tight outer muscle. Jon moved to kiss Mattie, as his fingers stayed at her warm bottom. "Oh yes Jon," she moaned as he removed the long digit, and carefully Jon pushed inside her with two fingers. She was moaning again, as Jon was turning his fingers deep inside her bottom. "I like how warm you are," Jon whispered, "And that you easily allow my fingers inside your body," he said. Mattie looked back at him, "Am I shocking?" His kisses covered her mouth briefly, "No Mattie, and I like that you have a nice tight bottom." She moaned as he played in and out of her canal, "Is it too wide, my butt Jon?" she asked. "No, this round bottom is perfect, and it's fascinating," he said. "I have been learning, training actually, and I have used toys, by myself for some time," Mattie said softly. Jon smiled, "So warm," as he turned his fingers, while remaining within her bottom. "Nice, that now I'm with you Mattie," Jon said as he again kissed her. Then he moved and Jon bent to kiss Mattie's shiny cleft, as his fingers slowly plunged in again. "Mattie, I feel that you can clearly handle me." Mattie twisted, and somehow her mouth found Jon's. "Jon, I surely do request that you will get your cock inside me," she said as she kissed his lips. "Please now Jon. I want to be with you," Mattie's brought his hand to her mouth, and she licked and kissed his fingers. Jon dropped his left hand and continued to caress her, bottom. He slipped a single finger in her again, caressing the inner wall of her warm ass. "I am stirred," she moaned, and Mattie turned and bent to lick Jon's cock. He looked downward as she looked back at his face, then Mattie's mouth opened and his penis was inside her. "Oh Mattie," Jon moaned as her tongue relished his dick. "I am your woman, only for you now," she said as she pulled her mouth free and kissed the head of Jon's penis. She knew her history could wait, and she wanted his hard prick to be split her body and fill her. She wanted Jon between her cheeks now. Jon shifted understanding her need, and Mattie felt his cockhead at her opening. "Now Jon," she said, as he pushed slightly into her bottom. "Yes, yes, Jon, I do, I do want you inside me. I need you, oh our first," Mattie was breathing carefully as her body adjusted to Jon, though he was slow, his fat cock slipped into her only a little, but he pulled out. "I was too impatient Mattie," Jon said, as he held still. "Good Jon, as I need you to be less than urgent in there," Mattie smiled saying this. He rubbed her bottom again with his fingers, as she wiggled under his touch. "You'll be in me for some time, and I need you to enjoy my bottom," she moaned, assuring him. Mattie turned her head, and arched her back, and squirmed as he again slipped into her bottom, and with another gentle shift, Jon was on his back on the bed and Mattie was atop. She could look at his face as his dick remained still, deep within her body. She was comfortable now, and was teasing Jon. "My tight little hole is for you honey," as Jon's fingers reached up to her nipples, but his cock somehow slipped from her body and she gasped. "Oh Jon. Get your penis back inside honey!" she groaned. "Yes," Mattie again bent about, so that she could watch as Jon re- entered the tight opening between her thighs. Once settled, she smiled and rolled her hips back and forth. "I should hope so," Jon said softly, in response to her calling him honey. His penis moved forward slightly as Jon looked at Mattie, and again she wiggled her bottom, as she settled on his cock again. Jon was ready, but he waited, as Mattie adjusted, then she smiled, and she pulled him close. She felt his chest rubbing her breasts, as they kissed. "Please make love with me, now Jon," she asked, as Jon bent to kiss her nipples, one at a time. "Yes Mattie," he whispered, and he fell back to the sheets. His cock moved out a few inches and slipped free again. "Damn!" he moaned, but he was quickly back into her ass, at the inner ring. "Ohh, god! Yes," Mattie moaned contentedly. He was deep within her now. Her body was so tight around Jon's cock, and Jon wondered whether she had any pain; might he being hurt her. "Is this okay?" he asked. "Does it hurt Mattie?" "No way Jon, not even slightly. I have been preparing for you, and those early attempts, well I had some pain, but that was when I was practicing." Still, Jon paused, but he said nothing, as he was simply looking at her face. He looked at her smiling. His penis was hidden within Mattie's body, but he remained still. Mattie reached down and pulled him towards her kiss. "Now, fuck me, Jon!" as he began to lift her slightly with his hips, then he dropped her to the bed again. "Oh, Jon!" Mattie cried. Jon used a slow rhythm as he moved back into her bottom, and with Mattie's wiggling, allowed him further entry. He smiled, as the ring of her bottom clasped around his turgid cock. Mattie wanted him deeper, as she moaned, "Fill me up, yes Jon.", but again he paused. "Ohh, oh yes," she moaned, as she grinned, and she slipped onto her hip. "There, I feel you better like this Jon," as Mattie rolled her hips back and forth, her fingers grasped the sheets as he moved within her. She then reached for his hands, "Are you happy here, inside me?" she asked, now holding both of his hands, noticing his slippery fingers. Jon smiled, "I'm your backdoor man!" "Is that who you are?" she asked, as she grunted with his enthused penetrations. Mattie felt him now reach to caress her right breast, and his fingers lightly squeezed the nipple. "Fuck me!" she cried as he pulled upward and slightly away, releasing her nipple. Jon smiled and his hand grabbed her ass cheek, "Grip my prick!" he said as Mattie concentrated. He wanted her to feel special, and he wanted to be with Mattie. She didn't talk about her femininity, but Jon was aware of how their lovemaking was different. He reached to rub her mons, and felt her soft tube of flesh, still covered by the front fabric of her skimpy panty. "Oh Jon," Mattie moaned, as his fingers slipped aside the fabric and he held her sex. He looked down and caressed her soft cock, then he rubbed his fingers along her soft sex. "I'll enter you now Mattie." She decided to rolled onto her tummy, as her bottom moved upward off of the bed and he focused his cock at the glistening opening. Jon bent down and licked along her cleft causing Mattie to moan. "I'm relaxed Jon. Do me, okay? I want it. I want you to fill me, and leave your seed inside my body, please?" Jon didn't rush as he moved his tip back and forth across her tight rosebud. He teased the opening, slowly pushing a little in and pulling back out as her opening kissed the head of his cock. "Oh yes Jon, my hole is yours, play with me, tease me," Mattie groaned because he entered her again. Now his plunges became more aggressive, he felt so large, with her clasping and releasing her muscles. He again reached around her hips to hold her sex. "This is getting fat Mattie," Jon said, as he caressed her gently, and felt he the pre-cum on his fingers. "Don't focus on that part of my body, only on the hole between my legs, honey," Mattie said. "Your cock feels amazing," she cooed. He had his arms at her side and now Mattie held onto them, and he pushed deeper, and Mattie's bottom moved upward off the sheets. He was now banging against her soft round cheeks, not really hard, but she had closed her eyes and was smiling, though Jon could not see this. His thighs were slapping her butt cheeks. Mattie's bottom was well off of the bed and she turned her head to look at Jon above her. "Are you okay?" he asked. "God yes Jon, god, you are making my body so very aroused," she paused. Deep within me, inside," she said. He pulled her up as he slid his thigh beneath Mattie, and she bent around to the kiss, as he cupped her breasts. He then rubbed her nipples. "These are so fat," he meant her nipples. "I haven't ever felt so full Jon," Mattie said, as Jon pause and held her. His cock was still but Mattie felt his balls nestled between her butt cheeks. The kiss was passionate, and her fingers moved low and she now held her little dick. "I'm near to orgasm Jon," she said softly while she wiped her fingers along his lips. "Taste me Honey." Jon smiled and turning Mattie, dropped her back onto the bed sheets, "I want to have you shoot onto my belly," he said. "Fuck me, and fill me Jon, and we'll see how that goes," she moaned. She was again grasping her sex as Jon's penis was moving faster within her body. He was deep inside her ass, and Mattie was moaning as her internal muscles kept hold of his cock. He looked into her eyes thinking of the last anal sex, as missionary was not his previous lovers favorite, for she could better touch herself when he was atop, and her release was near. Jon's shook the memory from his mind, and looked a Mattie, as her face was flushed. She was close to orgasm. Mattie seemed to like being on her back and didn't seem to mind that his orgasm took longer like this. "You have to cum inside me," Mattie said as she raised up on her elbows. Jon now bent closer and he found her mouth, as his cock slipped loose. "Get that penis back inside me! Please," she cried. Jon stuffed his meaty dick back in, "You really want me?" Mattie immediately moved up and they kissed. "God yes. You are there where I want you now; fucking inside me." She softly giggled "That so good Jon, right like this," as he was plunging deeply and then removing his cock. "You must release inside me Jon, so that I will ooze, and I'll never forget this night," Mattie, was up slightly, still on her elbows, and Jon felt her muscles grip about his shaft. "You are close?" she asked. "Fuck yes," as he breathed deeply, panting now, and he pushed inside her tight hole again. "I am, so, ah, close," Jon groaned. "Fill me," Mattie sighed. Her desire was causing her to breath roughly as well, as his cock moved in and out. "God, Jon!" then Mattie was quiet, and closed her eyes, only nodding. Mattie's semen hit Jon's belly, but he was focused. "I'm cumming, in, you, Mattie!!!" Jon's cock pumped for almost twenty seconds, "Fuck, ah, god Mattie, ahh!" She moved her hand to beneath her butt cheeks and felt his swollen cock pulsing as he released into her body. "You are now mine," Mattie said as she felt him relax and he held his weight, above her, on her hips, but he couldn't talk. A moment later he opened his eyes, and she was smiling as she rubbed his belly, "That was amazing," she said. "You had that coming Mattie, I love you," he said as he shifted onto his right hip and they kissed, but his dick had slipped from her gaping hole, and Mattie's hand reached and again cupped to cover her opening. She felt his semen seeping slowly from her bottom. "Your cock is mine, Jon." Now Mattie felt his semen running down, along her thigh, and somehow, she pushed his cock back inside her bottom. "You are my man Jon, stay there please," Mattie said as he pulled her to his chest. Mattie smiled, hearing a subtle sound, as her bottom released some of Jon's seed. "You could make me do that again, please," Mattie said as she moved her other hand to try and stop the flow from her bottom. She now laid on her back, and Jon understood, as he turned to see that she was lifting her hips off of the sheets, and he saw the syrup in her cupped hand. "I did need to climax, huh?" he said. Mattie calmly lay still, with her hand beneath her bottom, as Jon's semen flowed into her palm. Then she brought her hand upward, and Mattie smeared the juice across her tummy, and up over her breasts. Jon was amazed, "And I felt your climax too," he said. Mattie was quite flushed, "I certainly felt yours." "I don't want to shower tonight," she said, caressing Jon's chest. "We're covered in each other's scent." "I can help," Jon said, as he reached to caress Mattie's tiny cock. "Jon, I did orgasm," she said, but he was already licking her. As his mouth loved Mattie, she whispered, "Your sister doesn't have a clit like mine though," and she closed her eyes. Jon had told Mattie of their many sexual encounters, after he was in college. Jon considered the early encounters with Micele for a moment. "Her pussy was never that interesting, you know Mattie?" He explained that Micele's lust for her bottom meant he had licked her vagina to orgasm only a few times. Jon's lips now covered Mattie's sex, as his fingers rubbed her crinkled opening, as the gap was tight again. "What about sucking you off?" Mattie asked. "Sometimes, yeah, but she really liked to be ass-fucked," Jon's fingers were on Mattie's tender wrinkled opening, as a small gob of his semen remained there, and his other hand was teasing the nipple of her left breast. His lips were slowing causing Mattie to harden and he wondered if the erection made her feel less feminine, and Jon asked, "Does me licking you, well do you feel okay with this?" Mattie opened her eyes, "Your loving mouth, feels wonderful Jon." Jon had never sucked another penis, so he was tentative. He had always enjoyed cunnilingus though, and his past lovers' vulva was attractive, though his sister anus was the receiver of his attention. Now as his tongue teased Mattie's sex Jon relished her body. Mattie was enjoying his tongue and lips. Her sex was still just semi- hard, and Jon thought of his thumb, and how he had seen her earlier, and then he pushed his into her bottom. "Oh goodness, Jon, oh that," Mattie moaned, and he felt that she seemed close to a second orgasm. He kept at his kissing, and licking, while his fingers caressing her ass, and his mouth loved her small sextube. His thumb stayed inside her warm hole and Mattie began to bounce her hips slightly, as Jon licked her. She was now pretty stiff, but still just a bit larger than his thumb. "Ahh, Jon, oh yes," she moaned loudly, as her movements became more urgent; Mattie was going to orgasm, and Jon considered, whether to allow the release into his mouth, but Mattie prevented this, as she climaxed. "No," she said, as she rolled to her right, and the small jet of her semen landed on her thigh. "Jon, yes, that was," but she was quick to rub the semen onto her tummy. "I want to be the one who gets the snowballs, not you honey," she said as he pulled her up and their kiss was intense. "Mattie, I love you, and I was ready to," but her lips stopped his speech. "You will not," Mattie said, but then Jon's mouth was on hers. He opened his eyes, as she paused the kiss, and Mattie's finger was back caressing her bottom. She brought her finger upward, "There is more of this inside my bottom, so if you want to get some, you can clean me with your soft tongue." Jon smiled lewdly, and he bent to plant a kiss on her left cheek. "This is such a nice butt, and" his head moved, and Mattie felt his tongue licking the rim of her opening. "Oh Jon, you are my lover, my man, oh, yes," she moaned as his tongue pushed into her butthole. She felt him licking the length of her crack. "No more on this part," Jon said, as he shifted her onto her other hip. "Now here," and Mattie giggled, but pulled him away. "Come to me Jon, kiss me," as Jon slipped his fingers inside again. "I think that this is how we began Mattie," Jon said, as his long fingers penetrated her, and he held her. - - - - - - - - - - After a few weeks of dating and sleeping together Martha suggested that Jon attend a small art show with her. "Come and meet my good friend Stella, she owns the building where the gallery is. It's down near the water in Jersey City." They agreed to meet at the show, due to Jon's late afternoon business in Lower Manhattan. On the ferry ride he sat inside, near the back, as the river was rough. He sent Martha a text, that the boat was almost at the dock. She responded, "I'm with Stella, on the second floor." As Jon approached the old brick building, his eyes looked up at the refinished front fa?ade, as the window openings were quite large, with the glass running all the way to floor, and he smiled when he saw Martha, with another woman; taller and with auburn hair. The two now turned and Martha smiled as Stella's hand slipped off the rail. She waved, and Martha blew Jon a kiss. "Well, well Mattie, he's gorgeous!" Stella said under her breathe to Mattie. The earlier opportunity when Stella had seen Jon, it had been dark. "And he looks younger than you sweetie," Stella chuckled, "and his suit looks expensive." Mattie turned to Stella, "Be nice to him, I really like Jon." Stella turned to Mattie, "Really, I haven't noticed, and you have frozen me out, your BFF!" The two women walked a few steps, and Stella leaned against the old painted cast iron column. "My feet are killing me. I don't know how you can wear these spikes all day Mattie." Stella was in a black knit dress, Tom Ford, with a deep V-neck, and Mattie didn't think she was wearing a bra. Her heels were black. Mattie wore a dark rose dress, made of viscose Jersey slick. It hugged her bottom closely and had a high neckline, with half-sleeves. She wore beige strapped sandals and her legs were bare. Mattie smirked at Stella, and pointing to her friend's 100mm heels saying, "You have wonderful legs Stella, but you shouldn't have a problem, not with those hose'." "And my god, I'm showing headlights!" Stella said as she rotated her body provocatively. Mattie had just noticed Stella's erect nipples. Stella now giggled, "No way Mattie, these are pantyhose. I won't wear hose', except when you are at home with me." Then Stella reached to take Mattie's hand, "I do miss you dear. When you've had," but she paused as she saw Jon at the top of the stairway. "God," Stella whispered. "I wish he wasn't so 'here'. I need to be fucked Mattie," Stella moaned quietly. As Jon approached the women Stella offered, "Care to spend the night, with just me, and abandon Jon?" she asked as she pinched Mattie's bottom lightly. Later, after dinner, the three walked down to the waterfront, as Jon hadn't been to this part of the old city. "There's the plaque," Jon walked a few steps ahead. "Henry Lee, 1779, the Battle of Paulus Hook," he said, but the women were clearly ready to leave. When Jon looked back, they were holding each other. The wind was not strong, but with the humidity it was making them uncomfortable. "We're a little chilled," Mattie said. He noticed Stella's nipples, and quickly checked out Martha's too. "Okay," and Jon turned and skipped off to hail a passing cab. "I see what you mean, he's quite impulsive," Stella whisper. Jon directed the driver as Stella slipped across the leather seat, and Mattie got in as well. "I got the hump!" Mattie moaned. "At least you won't be alone tonight," Stella said as Jon slipped in and closed the door. "What was that Stella?" Jon asked, but she just smiled. "Inside joke," Martha said. Jon smirked, "Two lovely women, and I'm the third. You have been friends, ahh, how long now?" Now Stella spoke, "And roommates too, Jon. Not quite two years," Stella offered. She turned as she said this, but she noticed her legs, and Stella re- settled the hem that had exposed her upper thighs. "Mattie is more of a younger sister though." Stella said, still pulling the dress' fabric a little lower. Jon was doing the math, "Well, does Martha's 'sister' think I will do?" Martha turned to Stella, "She has no opinion, do you Stella? I have found a wonderful man, and it is my decision, correct Stella?" The cab dropped them at Martha's condo, and Stella came upstairs, though Mattie had tried to dissuade her. "I have to pee," Stella said. "So please," and Stella unlocked the main door. "I still have the key, so you should be aware Jon," then she was gone, up the stairs. Martha suggested that Stella would be off soon, they were at the upper landing, "I will push her out at eleven Jon, as I really need something from you," and she kissed him. A half hour later Stella was ready to leave, but she paused at the door. "Mattie, come speak with me a moment," Stella suggested. Jon returned to place the wine glasses in the sink, then he went to shower, but he had to deal with the lingerie, as Mattie hadn't been home since this morning. He lightly touched the silky hose' hanging off of the upper rail and pulled the pink narrow thong to his nose. He showered quickly, as he knew that Martha would be waiting, but she wasn't. She was still outside the apartment talking with Stella. A moment later he glimpsed the two kissing, as the door was slightly ajar. It wasn't just a friendly peek. He watched for a moment but turned away as he was becoming excited. Two women, he thought, recalling an earlier sexual opportunity, but quickly shook the image away. Stella was a good-looking woman, with long legs, and a narrow waist. Jon wondered as he waited for Martha, if they were lovers, but his thought was interrupted, as the door banged shut. "I apologize Jon. Stella and I had a minor financial matter to resolve. You smell nice," Martha said as she wrapped her arm around him. Their kiss was quick. "I need to get out of these heels honey," Martha said as she stepped into the bath. Minutes later Martha emerged, wearing a simple black chemise, from the doorway she waited until Jon noticed her. Mattie then jumped onto the bed. Jon put down his notepad. He reached to her, as Mattie slipped onto her back. "Let me see your stiff rod Jon. I so need to be filled!" Mattie's hand now held his swelling penis. "I got hard just looking at you," he was on his knees over Mattie's chest as she moved his penis's foreskin back. He watched as she licked slowly about the head of his penis. "You're ready to be inside me Jon," Mattie said as they wiggled a bit and she held Jon at her bottom. "I'm quite slippery," Mattie said as she inserted Jon's penis into her tight body. Slowly Jon began to move, and he heard Mattie gasp, as she did each time his cock passed her tight rim. Jon looked into her eyes, and Mattie nodded to continue, and he moved a little more and paused again. "Oh Jon, Oh Jon..." Mattie panted as Jon smiled, while Mattie squealed out loud, and again he pushed a little further inside her warm hole. "Oh, don't stop Jon, please," Mattie moaned as she felt him pause, as his fingers gently teasing through her long hair. She was rolling her bottom with Jon remaining still, as Mattie was working her body and muscles to tease Jon now. Jon reached to caress Mattie's soft sex. "Just you tonight, okay Jon?" she moaned, feel his fat cock deeper now. "I like when I can milk your stiff cock Jon," Mattie squealed, as she was pulled up and they embraced. Jon cock was still within her tight butt. They rotated so that Mattie was on top. Now Mattie was moving around faster and harder, as he lay still, she was using her thighs to rise and fall onto his cock. She felt Jon touching her breasts, and suddenly Mattie dropped with his length deep inside her bottom. Jon saw her smile, as she was fill completely, and she screamed softly in victory. "I love when you're deep like this Jon," she bent to kiss him, rising slightly. "To me, it is very important to hold you like this," she said with his nut against her bum. Mattie had taken him to bed many times, but still she knew he was hers. She had taken everything her man could give her body, and she could care less about the subtle initial discomfort. Jon smiled as Mattie handled his body. "You have me right where you want me Mattie?" he asked. She looked up into his eyes, "Yes lover, please, push that fat cock into me!" Jon did move, but slowly, and Mattie let go, turning and falling back to the bed, and she push a pillow beneath her bum, to hold her ass higher, and Jon's stiff penis moved into her bottom again. "Every time, you feel so amazing Mattie, as I love you!" Jon was not moving, but Mattie was again rolling her hips, back and forth across the pillow, as Jon's cock further penetrated her body. Mattie smiled up as he moved outward, "I won't last long Jon, I'm close already," Mattie moaned. Within moments her whole body erupted, and she release the tiny spurts of fluid out of her cock-tip and onto her tummy. She looked up and saw Jon's eyes tightly shut, in concentration, and she could feel Jon tensing. "Oh yes Mattie, yes," and then with a huge groan, Jon thrust again deeply into her bottom, several more times, as he erupted inside her hot body. Jon's penis shooting into Mattie was her favorite thing, as she loved feeling his release. Groaning, Jon rolled over onto his hip, but quite near the edge of the bed. Mattie reached quickly, attempting to preventing his fall. She now clung to him, holding his arm and leg, and then she lifted her leg over his. "Oh, what a messy bit of lovemaking," as Mattie felt the syrup dripping from her bottom, onto Jon's thigh. Each week the two seemed to find more things to share, but she hadn't spoken of her family. One evening Jon asked about Martha's parents, though she had mentioned that she had a sister. "Jon, there are a million miles between me and my parents. I couldn't imagine that they will ever understand," she didn't continue. He felt he needed to be aware and pushed for some perspective, and Martha relented. They had finished their meal and were relaxing on the sofa at Martha's condo. An old movie was on the television. "They are older, and no longer living together, as my dad's health caused him to move into a care facility, but that was over three years ago. They both see me as confused," she paused and looked away. She moved to adjust the hem of her skirt, and then pulled her legs beneath her and laid against the arm of the sofa, a few feet away from Jon, who had also moved. They were at opposite ends of the long bench. "And they refuse any recognition of my femininity; I am a male to them, and will not allow me this," she now stood, kicking off her work heels, and swept her hand over herself. She explained, "I once visit him and he was so upset seeing me dressed and female," and Martha sat down again. She was anxious as Jon looked at her. "And then he threw his dinner tray full of food at me," she almost whispered this. Jon asked to repeat the statement. "It was bad. A mess covered the floor, but it doesn't matter," she again sat on her bent legs. "He was cursing me, and then he threw the tray. I was easily able to avoid his attack," Martha smirked slightly. "Well, I stood near the wall, away from the food, and I listened for a few more minutes, as the verbal assault continued. Then an orderly entered and cleaned up the room. He simply disowned me, and he swore, saying many hurtful words," Martha wasn't crying, but she was clearly upset. Jon moved closer and held her. A few minutes later she spoke of her mother, but she had to pause. "I just have difficulty, as she became so hostile," Martha stood and began to pace. Jon sat and waited for her, for several moments. "My mother was always fun, and interesting, but she lived under a standard set by my father's righteous beliefs. I thought that after their separation; they aren't divorced Jon. I had hoped that she would have an openness to my life changes, but her hate of my femaleness hasn't stopped. Every few months, I receive a call, and listen dutifully, as she rants about me and my lifestyle decisions," now Martha looked at Jon. "I can live without their support or love, but I do wish that her aggressive calls would cease, as it takes me several hours, sometimes a full day, to get beyond her hateful speech," Martha looked down, and Jon stood and held her. She was quiet, but Jon still needed to understand the other sibling, "And your sister?" Martha explained that Sarina had elected to join a religious group after school and had moved to the west. She had declared her family null. "She left, and in some ways so have I," Martha said. "She is a woman living with a family. Yes, with four others; as wives to a fifty-year old man. They are strongly restricted and live miles away from any society," Jon listened as she continued. "She and I have not seen each other for almost three years," Martha didn't seem upset to describe her sister. "Sarina is almost two years older, and she really followed our parents believes, until her twentieth birthday. I recall her just disappearing," Martha said this with a flat tone. Martha showed Jon a small image, and he was surprised. "She looks tall," and Martha explained that her father was well over six-foot. "Sarina returned only once, while I was in college, and I had a chance to snap that picture," Martha added. "She is not quite six feet, but five inches taller than me." Jon considered this, as he took the picture, "So she doesn't smile?" Martha softly groaned, "Sarina was difficult to be around, as she was quite humorless." Jon then asked, "What brought her back east?" Martha explained that her parents had demanded that Sarina visit. "They knew of my decision to transition, and they had set up a simple Trust, excluding me from the small estate, but Sarina was necessary, to accept the responsibility." Martha seemed okay as she spoke of the rejection, then something caused her to look away. Jon moved and held her as she explained. "Sarina laughed at me just after I made that photo. She roared and screamed at me, 'you fucking weirdo. They hate you!'" Jon now realized that though Martha had settled this past in her own mind, replaying the details to him was difficult. His questions had been settled, but he wished that she had been respected by her family. He asked her softly, "Is there any reason, that you will ever need them?" Martha looked into his eyes and considered his question. She had a small group of friends, and Stella was important too. Martha wanted Jon to fall in love with her, and she was close to certain that he was true, and would be the one, but she knew that she would never see the three family members again. She couldn't give an answer to Jon, so she kissed him. As their kiss continued, Martha knew she would be safe with Jon. She had clearly explained her love of this man to Stella, and though her now ex- lover agreed, Martha still had a small lust for her. Somehow, she would need to separate herself without destroying their friendship. It might take some time, but Mattie was patient. Jon heard the door bell, "That would be our dinner," and he walked to the door. Several weeks later Martha received a text from Stella early one afternoon: 'Can I see you this evening?' After work Martha was hoping to meet Jon for the bus ride under the river, but Jon was delayed. It was near five and the bus wasn't packed, yet there were people standing. She was seated on the aisle, near the back door when the bus driver braked aggressively. "Fucking a-hole," Mattie heard the driver curse, as the group standing near her was thrown and two of the riders were toppled. The guy standing near to Martha had been drinking from a tall cup, and the incident caused the cup top to come off, and the cold cola to spill, most it on to Martha. The cola had soaked and stained her blouse and she tried to conceal the affect, but her brassiere was clearly evident, and her nipples were now erect. The man apologized and tried to help wipe away the liquid, but Martha, stopped him. "Please sir, I will deal with it myself. Keep your hands off of me!" she said, as she immediately stood. The cola was now pooling on the seat, and her bottom was damp. Her taupe skirt was darkened by the soda, and some had even seeped into her shoes. She glared at the stranger, as she removed each heel to pour out the liquid. Her stop was minutes ahead, but the stupid man was now staring at her. Though he wasn't being mean, he had ruined her outfit, and she was aware of how her chest now appeared. "Can I at least offer to pay for your cleaning of the skirt and top Miss?" he said, but Mattie wanted to be rid of him, and the bus had now stopped. She swung around and she immediately got off the bus. Looking back, she saw that the man was doing the same, but he went to the front door. He was near enough to say, "Please Miss. I am sorry," but Mattie was walking quickly away. She realized that she didn't want this lout to track her to the condo, so she walked instead towards Jon's place. She looked over her shoulder, as the brainless idiot was still following her, now a bit closer, as she was thinking, who brings such a large drink on to a bus! Martha decided to try a different route, and she turned north and tried to walk a little faster, though her three-inch heels were controlling her pace. Having tried to elude the man, she had returned to Main Street. She saw another bus coming. She was quite a sight, with the brown cola stains on the off-white blouse, but at least the top was somewhat dry now, and her brassiere was less evident. She was going to get back on the bus, and get away from the guy tailing her, now only a few feet back. Jon was standing in the back portion of the braking bus, and he saw his lover, and the man so near. He quickly moved to the back doorway, and as soon as the bus stopped, he pushed through the door. "Martha!" he called out, as she was near the front door, about to step up and enter the bus. She turned and smiled seeing Jon, just as the guy reached out to touch her arm. Jon saw this and he quickly moved the twenty feet. Taking her into his arms and he kissed her. As they hugged, Martha scowled at the man. "What happened honey? You are a mess," Jon said as the bus drove off, leaving the three standing at the curb. Martha started to weep, "He dumped," but Jon now understood the situation. "Who are you?" the man asked Jon, standing with his arms folded and looking at the two. Turning to confront the man Jon said, "I am her boyfriend," Jon glared at the man. He held Martha, "And what does that matter to you?" But now Jon moved ahead and between Martha and the guy. "It was a misfortune," the man said, standing quite near the two, but then he looked at Martha closely. He was within a few feet of her and seemed to notice something. He smirked and chuckled as he said, "You've got a very beautiful, ah, girlfriend," the man said, and now he laughed loudly, as he backed off a few feet, while reaching into his pants pocket. Jon was not happy, and he lifted his hands, but with his palms outward. "Mister, I can't imagine what you're trying to do here, after ruining my girlfriend's evening," but he resisted his urge to smack the man. Seeing that Jon was a little agitated, the guy continued to move backward, but his hand was in his pocket. Jon was anxious and thought the man might have a bad intent. "Just stay back mister," he said, as the man pulled out a few bills from his pocket. "No worries," he said, and Jon immediately thought that this guy might be a Canadian. "I would like to pay for the cleaning, as that is one beautiful," the man was now stuttering. "Well, I would," and he tossed the bills towards Jon. Jon looked back quickly at Martha, who had moved her hand to her front of her skirt, then Jon looked back at the man. "It's fine man, it's your business, you know," the guy said as he chuckled, and turned slightly as Jon appeared more upset. The man pointed, "That your cutie is a girl, with a dick!" he said pointing at Martha's groin, and he ran off laughing. Jon looked back at Martha, wondering how this stranger had come to this conclusion, and he saw the bump at her mons pubis, and that Martha's tape restricting her penis must have released. There was an evident bulge at her skirt. He turned and started to chase the guy, but Martha stepped to him, hoping to pause the fight. "No Jon, it isn't worth it, please!" as Martha now tried to restrain his right arm as Jon was reaching to punch the man. Martha cried out, "Ouch!", as the effort caused her to take a bit of a hit. The guy was a way off now, and he was still laughing. But they both heard as he called out, "Cock lovers!" Now Jon turned and rushed down the block, but the man was over fifty feet away. "Whoa, stay away big boy!" the guy called out loudly, and the guy again ran down the block. Jon stopped, as he heard Martha cursing, as she was stepping along, as Jon was running. "That fucker isn't worth it!" she screamed. Jon came back to her, and held her close, and he could feel that Martha was a little excited. Jon quietly said, "I do love your little dick!" and he kissed her, as Martha's hand glided over the small bulge. "Let's get to your apartment, so that I can deal with my, ah," but Jon's kisses stopped the sentence. As they walked the few blocks Martha held her bag to conceal the still apparent bulge. "That has never happened," she said, meaning the tape release. "I was embarrassed," she said, but Jon just pulled her close. "It was warm, and I should have worn my control panty," Martha said as they reached Jon's. "Are you still going to meet Stella?" he asked as he opened the apartment door. Martha smiled, "I have an hour mister," she said as they entered the vestibule. Stella was waiting at the bar in Jersey City, when Martha arrived, fresh from a shower and happy that Jon was now calm. The two women cheek kissed as Stella saw that the wine was now being poured. The flush on Martha's face caused Stella to snicker. "Well, you've clearly just made love!" Stella said, as she handed Martha the glass. "No champagne this evening?" Martha asked, blushing. Stella looked at her ex-lover as she spoke, "He is lucky," but Martha interrupted her. "I am the lucky one, as he is my friend and my boyfriend," Martha smiled. "And he can defend me too!" but Martha didn't explain her statement of the earlier event. Stella changed the subject, as she reached for the red wine. She told Martha of her latest romance. "She is a banker," she explained their meeting and her new friends' career. "And she is quite tall," but Martha saw some concern in Stella's eyes. "Oh?" Martha said, knowing that Stella was close to seventy inches tall, and with her heels, well over six foot. "Andrea is tall, over six feet, actually just six. Well maybe six-one." now Martha understood why Stella wanted to meet, as she had spoken about tall girls before. "That's a nice name. What else is concerning you about this woman?" and immediately Martha knew. "Oh god, Stella, she's trans?" Martha asked, trying to withhold her concern. Stella explained that she felt very attracted to Andrea. "But she is simply too big for me," and she explained that the girl was over a hundred-fifty. "Yeah, it's on me, but Mattie, ah, I can't get beyond the weight," Stella took another drink from her wine. "And I need to call her tomorrow, as we were considering a weekend together." Martha listened as Stella explained that Andrea looks noticeably tall, and bigger-boned. Martha knew that Stella needed to settle her feelings, but she listened as Stella whined about her dilemma. "Sure, as the sex is quite good," Stella said, and Martha she showed the gesture, as Stella moved her hands apart. Martha groaned, "Wow!" as Stella implied that Andrea was quite large between her thighs. "But when I watch her getting dressed, I just don't see her as feminine enough, you know Mattie?" Stella insisted on calling her that even though Martha had asked several times to use 'Martha'. Martha spoke quickly. "She has transitioned correct?" and Stella nodded, but also called the barkeep. Turning back to Martha, "Of course, silly," and Stella ordered a second round. "I shouldn't feel this way, you know. But when we were out the other night, Andrea decided to wear a pair of four-inch heels, and we attracted too much attention," Stella smiled as the wine arrived. "Thank you, sir," Stella said as the wine arrived. She then turned to look at Martha, "And I heard several nasty comments," Stella was now a little upset. Now Martha was concerned. "You can choose whom you like to sleep with, and Andrea may be beyond you, and your self-aware sensuality," she could see that Stella was not navigating the changing dynamics of this possible relationship. Stella, sat close, and her knees were against Mattie's. Martha sensed that Stella had a plan, but she was determined to resist her ex-lover. She was Jon's lover now, and his girlfriend. Stella moved closer. "Can't I get lucky, twice?" she was implying how Martha had come into her life, and Martha giggled. "Well, then get Dave to go out with you again," as Martha recalled their first meeting years ago. Stella looked away but also remembered. "Yeah," and she chuckled, "Seeing your tiny dick that night changed me Mattie." They talked for a while longer, then ordered a small plate. "I needed to eat," Martha said. Stella had explained how her on-line dating was difficult. "Here's the pictures she sent me," and Martha saw the four images of Andrea. "She looks quite lovely Stella," but Stella interrupted her. "Yeah, sure, except there is no scale reference," Stella seemed exasperated. "The woman knows how to arrange an image, and I just missed that she was, large," Stella said, as she took the phone back from Martha, but also attempted to kiss her ex-lover. "Stella!" Martha said. "I'm not with you any longer!" but Stella's hand slipped beneath Martha's dress hem. "No! Stella!" Martha said as she rotated off of the stool, to stand and straighten her dress. "I think I will leave," she said, as Stella now also stood. It appeared as if no other patrons were aware of the advance Stella attempted, so Martha look about. She was miffed, but calmly stood looking at Stella. Stella apologized, "I miss you Mattie," but Martha reached for her small clutch bag. "Well, you aren't in a gay bar Stella. The idea, that you felt comfortable," Martha was more upset now, as she realized that her tape holding her sex was loose again. She considered how aggressive Stella had been. "I need to visit the restroom," she sternly looked at Stella. "You have somehow pulled my tuck loose," and Stella moved aside, as Martha walked off. Stella enjoyed watching Martha's bottom wiggle, and she also noticed that several men also watched, as she strutted to the darken back hall. Once she was locked inside the small space, Martha pulled her thong down to her thighs, and resettled her bits, and she placed the new tape over the tip of her body, then she settled the satin fabric of the panty. She had switched to a different tape earlier in the week, and after two failures today, she knew she had to return to the old standard. She didn't want another release, even if her ex-lover's fingers had been the cause. When she returned to the Bar, Stella had moved, and now sat beside a woman. The two seemed to be enjoying each other, so Martha, politely walked over, saying goodbye to Stella, and allowed her to kiss her cheek. "I'll call you tomorrow Mattie," but Stella winked at her. "Oh, and this is Teresa; she lives in Jersey, but" Martha paused her friend. "Nice. See you around Stella. Nice to meet you Teresa," and she walked off. Martha texted Jon, as she was riding in the cab back north: 'see you in ten minutes - you want some more of me?' In the middle of the night Martha got out of bed and walked quietly to the bath to clean her bottom. Sitting on the bowl, she considered how she would dress for tomorrow afternoon's meeting. She had only met Jon's sister Micele, via a Face Chat. Jon's mother had invited them to dinner, so she thought a LBD would be best, and her modest black heels. Micele had texted Jon that she might not be able to join them before dinner, due to a storm in the Midwest. Martha had planned to wear a special choker, that Stella had given her. As she washed her bottom, she recalled the kit Stella had given her weeks early. Martha wanted to introduce Jon to the anal-play she so enjoyed, but felt she might never be able to penetrate a lover, as her hormones had successfully reduced her size, which helped her conceal and flatten her pubis. She was comfortable being a bottom, and Jon had slowly learned to give her head. Though there were three or four blue pills that Stella had left in the medicine cabinet, Martha didn't feel she was ever going to peg Jon, but he might accept having his bottom plugged. When the oozing from her bottom stopped, she reached for the small black leather case. It was a gift from Stella, as she knew that she would eventually introduce Jon to the toy play. The three plugs were graduated in size, and color. Martha took the smallest; the yellow tinted steel was only a bit bigger than her thumb. Martha left it on the middle shelf of the medicine cabinet, next to Jon's trimmer. She would allow him to decide, when and how to begin to use the toy. Back in bed with Jon, she saw he was hard, though he was snoring softly, and she rolled to nestle his night-wood in her bottom cleft. A minute later she was asleep. When she awoke near six, the light was dim, and Jon was still ramrod hard, and still his penis was between her cheeks. With a subtle shift, and her hand moving her fleshy cheek, Martha managed to slip Jon's morning love cock into her still lubed bottom. She stayed still for a minute and then slowly began to milk her lover, using her kegels, and she sensed that his penis was swelling. She did not turn to look at her sleeping lover, as she didn't want his dick to slip out of her bottom, so she continued the gentle movement, and was surprised to feel her orgasm approaching. Her breathing and action caused Jon to awake, and he quickly understood the position and Mattie's level of arousal. "This is a novel means of getting me up Mattie," Jon said softly, and he pulled her to his chest, and caressed her breasts, while holding the coupled position, but now he was pulsing into her bottom. "Oh Mattie, I need you more every day," and he was quiet now as he moved within her tight warm body. Mattie shifted and Jon's mouth and lips found hers, and they kissed as his body pushed patiently into her. A minute later she felt his fingers caressing her small but slightly swollen sex, and she released and moan as she climaxed, with his dick now pounding her bottom. "God, yes Jon, I need you too! Fuck me and fill me up again honey!" Mattie reached to hold his thighs as he had again moved close to the edge of the bed. He rotated and was atop of her with his lips kissing hers, and his fingers rubbing her nipples. "Oh, Mattie, yes," Jon groaned and released, as his cock moved out a little too far, and his ejaculation cover her bottom and thighs. Martha reached up and pull him to a kiss as she said, "Messy sex, again honey," and they kissed. They had rented a car to drive the two hours north, and along the way Jon spoke on his cell with Micele. The storm was delaying her flight. "So, you might need to get a hotel room for tonight. We can see you sometime tomorrow, near lunch time," Jon said into the phone. Martha wanted to meet Micele, but staying at his mother's house, was settled. After the call ended, she asked Jon, "Do you think she will make it tonight?" During the final hour of their ride, Jon spoke about shaving, and how he had never seen himself as a beard guy, "But I have adjusted Martha,". She moved closer and rubbed the soft hair of his right cheek. "I like it like this Jon, not too long." Then he pulled something from his shirt pocket, "Now we can discuss this yellow thing Martha." She giggled, "I had hoped you might agree to try wearing it," but Jon interrupted, smiling. "Do you need, no, that is the wrong word, desire me to be pegged Martha?" She smacked his thigh lightly, "No Jon, it is just something you might come to enjoy, I mean, wearing the small device when we make love." Martha saw that Jon was considering the idea, "So your goal is my extra enjoyment, and not to have a strap-on night," Jon turned briefly to look at Martha, "where you fuck me?" His expression wasn't weird, but curious, and he seemed okay saying this. Mattie now made a face expressing her surprise, "I had never thought of a strap-on, until you just said it Jon," but she quickly changed her expression, from surprise to alarm. Jon now saw he was incorrectly gauging the meaning of the metal yellow plug. Then Mattie reached to caress his groin. "You are little warm here Jon, is the discussion as exciting to you, as it is to me?" and she then took his right hand. They were stopped at a blinking red light. Martha moved her dress hem away, up her thighs, and she placed Jon's fingers atop her thong panty. "I'm a bit damp, right here," she said as she rubbed his fingers across her pubis. "As I like that you are a step ahead of my suggestions Jon." Then Martha look around. The car was again heading north, on a two-lane highway, and she saw a sig., "Jon, please stop at that picnic spot, as I need something, immediately honey," a moment later as the car slowed, she bent down to un-zip Jon's pants as she felt the vehicle rolling to a stop. She pushed Jon's pant legs to his knees as he negotiated the parking. As she engulfed his now hard cock, he pulled on the parking brake, and closed his eyes. "I guess I will try the yellow thing Mattie," as Mattie was now licking and kissing his fat purple cock head. With her hand still holding the saliva coated dick, Mattie moved to kiss Jon, "Has there ever been someone, or something in there Jon, before my finger?" "Once, oh yeah. Onetime a girlfriend pushed her finger into my ass," he said, while his fingers played in her long hair. Mattie smiled, "Good, and now back to my snack," as she again took his penis into her warm mouth. Jon closed his eyes as Mattie's was hand pumping his dick, "It's going to be soon Mattie," he moaned and then she covered him, and Jon climaxed as her fingers she continued to massage the shaft as his cock filled her mouth. "Oh, yeah, I will let you do whatever you want Mattie, you are such a wonderful fellatress!" Mattie moved her hair away as she wiped her lips, "Shouldn't we get to your mother's?" Jon smirked, "When you stop eating my cock!" When they arrived Mrs. Swift was waiting, but she was speaking on a cellular phone. Martha waited, allowing Jon to open the door, and then they walked the few steps to where Mrs. Swift stood, and they surmised the call was from Micele. "It will be fine dear, yes, they're here now, and yes she is lovely, but certainly," and Mrs. Swift offered the phone to Jon. "She wants to explain it you Jon," as Jon hugged his mother. "This is Martha mom," and he then took the phone and spoke with his sister for a few moments. Mrs. Swift took Martha's hands, "You are lovely and you have such delicate hands. Come, let's get you inside, the powder room is on the left dear." Mrs. Swift had arranged for an acquaintance to serve them dinner, so that the three could enjoy the evening. Jon had showed Martha his old room, as they were instead to use the guest suite. Mrs. Swift had insisted that they would be more comfortable in the first-floor suite, and it had been recently re-decorated. It was after ten when Jon's mother retired to sleep, leaving the two out on the porch. Jon suggested to Martha, "I think she likes you," and then he moved quite close, "As I had assumed, that you would be sleeping alone tonight." Martha shushed him, "It is a pleasant evening Jon, and your mother may hear us, as I noticed that the upper windows were all open." Jon agreed, and they spoke quietly. He told Martha about the first girl he had been with, as the experience had occurred on the same outdoor sofa they were sitting on. "My mother now wears a small hearing device, but some years ago, I had someone, whose name is unimportant, and she was here with me, as my mother was dead asleep. Even then she couldn't hear well, and we, well, we tried to make love. It was chilly that night, and I was inexperienced." Then he went quiet, as he realized that his false statement might be exposed somehow, as someday Martha might meet his sister Micele's old high school girlfriend. Martha reached to hold him close, waiting for him to continue, but clearly, she wasn't to learn more of this past event. At nearly eleven that night, a car drove slowly up the drive, and Jon stood. "Who could this be?" he said, as Mattie straighten her dress, and stood up as well. Jon walked close to the small Toyota, as the window dropped and in the rear seat was Micele. "Hi Jon, I was hoping to not disturb anyone," she explained. "The flight was re-routed, and this driver brought me from Stewart, near the Air Force base." Micele had a small case and a second soft bag. "Here, sis, let me help you," and he noticed that Martha was now besides him. "And this is Martha. And this is Micele, my wise and older sister." Jon moved aside as the two women embraced. "Martha, and you are lovely, Jon, hadn't told me," and Micele looked at him. She looked to the house, "Mom has her hearing aid off, huh?" Then she walked up the steps, "I'm exhausted, but I need to clean up a bit." Ten minutes later, the three sat at the kitchen table. "We'd planned to head back in the early afternoon," Jon said. "But we can hang a bit longer". Later that night in bed Jon explained to Martha about his sisters' partner, and that they had a child on the way, "Sandra is five months along." He didn't share that he was the sperm donor, because even his mother was not aware. The following morning, they all awoke before eight, and Mrs. Swift insisted and preparing a generous mid-day meal, of local pork and dairy produces. Micele spent some of the time, on her phone, as her partner was not feeling well. Thankfully, they all were able to sit and spend an hour with the food. Micele, quizzed Jon about his latest assignments, as if she was the Judge of the cases, and Jon seemed to enjoy her comments. "Martha, my sister, well let's just say that she is important to me and has always looked out for the best opportunity. I'm happy, that now you two have met, and now she might stop harping on me to settle down," but Micele wasn't there yet. "I like your girlfriend Jon, and maybe by Thanksgiving, when Sandy visits we can get to know each other better," Jon just rolled his eyes. "Martha, he'll be a supportive partner," Micele said. "And he has a few tricks in his quiver," Micele continued as she reached to hold Martha's fingers. Turning to Mrs. Swift, Micele said, "She has the softest hands mom," and now Mrs. Swift stood to stand beside Martha. Having the two important women, seemingly approving of Martha, caused Jon to smile. Martha and Jon left to return to the city in the late afternoon, leaving Micele with Mrs. Swift. In the morning it had rained, but the weather cleared before they got in the rented car. "So, your sister will ride the train to the City, and meet you on Tuesday Jon?" Mrs. Swift asked. On Tuesday morning Micele called Jon's cellphone early and asked whether he had spoken of their lovemaking to Martha. "Come on Micele," Jon was annoyed, "Let's meet for lunch, near my midtown office," he said. His sister giggled, "Specifically Jon-boy," but his phone lost the signal. Jon had not shared Martha's sexuality on Sunday, nor with her on the phone, deferring until Micele arrived for lunch. They met at a Five Guys on forty-eighth Street. Jon was still annoyed at his sister, but they softly kissed. Micele rubs her hand across his butt, and Jon moved back a step. "Micele, not here," and he told her, "Our past sex life shouldn't be spread Micele, so let's keep it private. Have you ever shared all of the details with Sandy?" "She only knows that I have slept with my younger brother. I haven't detailed all of the acts involved, nor the numbers Jon." Micele remembered explaining to her young brother, back then, that they would only have anal sex, 'I can't be found to be carrying a baby, especial yours Jon'. "Sandy loves my anal attention though Jon," Micele said. Their incestuous sexual play had begun years earlier, when she came home from college and found him beating off with her panties. Standing with Jon now, she recalled that moment years ago, as she looked at her brother. Micele had said that first time years ago, 'why not have this,' and then her brother's face collapsed as he watched, and she dropped the robe off her shoulders, to expose her twenty-two-year-old curves. Her simple blowjob was followed by his going down on her pussy. They had only oral sex, until months later. In the crowded Five-Guys, as they walked to the table, Jon tried to explain how he met Martha. They were seated and had ordered their meal, and Jon looked about, and quietly said, "And there is something you should know, and she and I have discussed it. Martha feels that I should tell you". Micele, put down her phone and looked at him. "What's the secret bro?" Jon hesitated, only a brief moment, then he said quickly, "My girlfriend is trans, and she has not had sexual reassignment surgery." Jon said and waited for her reaction. Micele considered this warily for an instant. "You mean that your girlfriend is," Micele look intently at her brother. "I meant to say, that she has a penis?" Micele said, in amazement. Jon nodded. Then Micele stood up, but bent to whisper in his right ear, as she excused herself. "I need to rub one off, right now," and she strutted away in her noisy heels, clicking on the tile floor of the burger place. Jon watched as his sexy twenty-nine-year-old sister, dressed in a black leather mini-skirt and heels, walked away, He had been watching her carefully during their walk to lunch, as she had worn a white silk blouse which allowed her lacy camisole to be seen. Micele was gone for about five minutes. As the waiter refilled his water glass, he saw her approaching the table. Her face was flushed, but she was smiling, as she sat down across from him. "Now, you were about to explain her, your lover, to your lover, correct?" Micele said, reaching for his hand. Jon smiled, "You're still full of surprises Micele," he said as she placed something in his hand. Jon quickly felt the damp, tiny panty in his hand. Micele said, "I was attracted to her on Saturday honey, then you tell me," she paused and smiled lewdly at Jon. "Well, it was just too much. Will I be seeing her tonight, for dinner Jon?" but he saw that her smile was randy. "Micele, we are doing good and Martha has not completely learned the bit about us, our sleeping together. Can you just go easy," but Jon saw her stare. Micele then suggested a three-some, but Jon was now shaking his head. "Slow down Micele, I mean, really?" but he could see that she was more than joking. "Sharing Jon, just as we have over these years. For god sake, you have been with Sandy, so it seems only reasonable," but Jon interrupted her. - - - - - - - - - - Jon had revealed the past, and Micele's sexuality to Martha a few days before, including how he had impregnated Sandy for Micele. The details had come from him slowly, as he describes the complex relationship with his sister. Jon eventually explained, weeks later, how Micele was the woman on the porch, who had entered his bottom. "She only pushed her finger inside." Martha had asked for more information. "She didn't just happen to be, there, and then you two fucked, Jon. There's more to be told," Martha said. Jon had explained how they had first had anal intercourse. "My mother had gone on a trip with her two girlfriends, a year after the death of our father. Though their marriage had led to separation, when I was eighteen, she was quite devastated by the quick medical downturn, and her friends felt she needed to be distracted. So, my older sister came home from Chicago, where she was studying, for a long weekend that spring. It was just after my eighteenth birthday when mom flew to Europe. I'll be the first to say, Micele didn't initiate our affair, as it was started when her best friend from high school showed up. Tricia was always a bit flirty, but that afternoon she was over the top, and she was dressed a bit slutty as well, with heels and exposed garters, you know, a kind of 'Madonna, Boy-Toy' look, and truthfully, I didn't understand the 'Butch-Dike' thing that she and Micele had going, but needless to say I was aroused by seeing Tricia, and also watched the two as they made-out," Jon looked up at Martha's eyes. She was listening carefully. "Later that evening, it started," and Jon began the explanation of his relationship with Micele, his older sister: " 'Jon, what's the matter?' Tricia asked, standing nearly naked at my bedroom doorway. It was after ten and she had been with my sister. I had heard their lovemaking." "I saw Tricia lick her lips, 'Your sister tastes so good, Jon, you should go to her, and have a taste too?' " My back was to the door, but in the mirror over my bureau, I saw her and realized quickly, that she could see my hard-on, as my boxer shorts were tented. "I told Tricia, no," but she just giggled and turned to leave. 'She's waiting for you Jon, and I don't have my dildo with me tonight. She needs to be fucked, really bad, so that is why I will quietly leave.' "Tricia, then walked to the stairs," then I heard her say, 'I'll be seeing you Jon, maybe tomorrow evening, huh, big boy?', but I didn't enter my sister's room." "Later that night Micele came beside my bed; she was naked." Jon paused, and Martha moved closer and hugged him. "I heard a noise and awoke, and looked up and Micele was there squeezing her naked breasts, 'You will fuck me, Jon,' she said, and was near me, as she was standing next to my bed, 'But only in my butt, is that understood?'. "Micele slept with me for those next four nights," Jon felt a little sad, explaining his incestuous relationship to Martha. "So, you're telling me," Martha now asked, "That you had a sexual relationship with your sister, for years?" Jon felt the discussion was going to end badly. Martha then asked, "When was the last time you had sex with her?" Jon felt he had to be completely up front with Martha, as the two were moving towards a serious commitment. Jon paused, but he turned to look at Martha, and he took her hands. "I haven't slept with Micele in well over a year. It may be closer to two years, but she asked me to be with her lover, Sandra. That was five months ago." Martha looked at him, as she carefully considered this. "So you are the father of your sister and her lovers' baby?" He nodded quickly, "Her wife actually, as the two are married now". Martha, with her hands still holding Jon's asked, "How many times did the two of you sleep together, to get her pregnant? Sandy, I mean." Jon looked surprised by the question. "Only the once Martha. Sandy had prepared and knew her cycle." He then explained, "She is a lesbian, so Sandy wants to be normal, and Micele's lover, and wife," Jon wasn't emotional, but he was resolved. Martha had slowly pulled her hands loose, but now Jon saw her anxiety. She had been resting and listening with her back on the bed headboard. Now Martha slipped lower to lie down and she was quiet. She turned and pulled Jon close, "That is a lot to digest Jon," Martha said. - - - - - - - - - - After lunch Jon took his sister to his office, as he had one important document to sign. While there he put down his cellphone, and without Jon noticing, Micele walked to his desk, and while he was away from the office, she browsed his text chain, focusing on the one with Martha. When he returned, Jon suggested that since the afternoon was nice, that they would take the ferry across the Hudson. Along the way, Micele didn't hint that she had read the text, but she knew what Martha had told Jon: 'I need to skip dinner tonight, to think'. When the ferry was docking at the first stop, in Hoboken, Micele walked off, and waved to Jon. He had just a few moments to move towards the plank and get off himself. He ran a few steps to catch up with his sister. He saw her tight bottom and the mini-skirt and reached into his pants pocket to palm the still damp thong panty his sister had given him. Micele, walking along in her heels, across the cobbles, was slowed as Jon gently took her left arm. "I guess you wanted to see the changes, since you were living here?" he said as he handed Micele her panties back. Micele only nodded as Jon walked alongside, and she walked into the lady's washroom. A moment later they exited the terminal. "This is still underused. I wonder if City Hall has been repaired," she said as they were now on a more level sidewalk. "You move in those shoes, as well as Martha does," he said. Micele, turned and smirked at him, then she looked toward the old building. "Little has changed, but It is at least still here." Then his sister said, "She has a very cute bottom, Jon," they Micele giggled. "I won't push you on bedding her Jon," and then she took his hand. "Let's get a drink kiddo," Micele said, as they approached Cooper's. Later they had dinner at Barbes' after they walked uptown, and then Jon called for a cab. "I'll sleep on the sofa Micele," but his sister, glared at him as the cab stopped in front of the building. They didn't speak as they climbed the stoop, but Micele paused inside the vestibule. "Let's get this straight, I will expect you in bed with me Jon. We don't have to fuck, but maybe. It is my prerogative, Jon. Do you see how this is the case?" and Micele moved closer to her brother. She looked into his eyes, as her hand reached and came to hold his belt. "We both want this kiss," and her lips came close, for a soft initial kiss. Jon's response was tentative, but when Micele's hand entered the top of his trousers, there was real passion in his kiss. Once upstairs Jon let Micele prepare for bed first, which he knew would require some time. He reviewed the evening and the back-and-forth, as Micele had spoken of their relationship during dinner. Waiting near the bath door, he wondered out loud if her lover really was for her being with him. "Sandy?" Micele said from behind the closed door. "Well she knows I haven't had a real cock in over eighteen months," she was referring to their last night together. "And she knows I'm a better lover if I'm fucked, at least every few months," she said as she opened the door, with a towel wrapped about her. Micele, had spoken of Sandy's strap-on play. "Girls need to be fucked Jon, and I'd suggest that you ask Martha," but he rolled his eyes, and he wouldn't call Martha, even as Micele taunted him. "She needs a guy like you; one who knows how to fuck a bum-hole," Micele had stated sharply. Now Jon walked to the back of the apartment, just as Micele walked to the bedroom. Turning he saw her naked body, haloed by the light from the hall scones. He knew that she would have her way, as his sister always had. He had decided that since Martha now knew of the relationship, and she knew that Micele would be spending the next couple of nights with him, that she had to assume that the two would be together, and active sexually. Jon recalled their first encounters and how his sister, though she was slightly smaller, she was fit. Though he could easily have stopped her intrigue, and walked away, somehow, she knew how to control him, and he would easily follow her, again tonight, into the bedroom. He wasn't sure that he wanted to be with her, and he watched as she turned slightly, and there he saw it. The bulbous round form, of her favorite anal toy. He had seen her using the toy; it was stainless steel, but it was unique, as it had a nearly two-inch round ball protruding from her butt cheeks. He had seen her wearing many different types, including a little foxtail plug. Jon saw that Micele was moving slowly and was now closer. Jon watched as she turned, and she rubbed her toy, the protruding ball- toy, against his thigh. He knew that the plug was large, preparing her back opening. "You know how badly I need it, so don't play these games tonight. I have this fucking plug inside me, to open me for your fat cock, little brother. Come with me Jon, and touch me," she said softly as she continued to rub her steel toy against him. He was now quite hard, and he moved slightly and Micele's bottom was now against his crotch, and the steel ball was rubbing against his stiffing prick. "My toy, you know how filled I need to be Jon. Pull it out, just a little Jonny," and Jon felt his sister's hand now on his hardness. "Oh boy, that is a stiffy!" but quickly Jon felt her rotate, and in a moment his trousers were dropped and Micele took his penis into her mouth. "I have known how to get you into bed, as my warm mouth has been doing for years. You need a little more; an assertive lead," Micele was quiet, as she suckled his cock. "You think that I have forgot how to seduce you?" she moaned as her fingers held his hardness. Micele was licking and stroking his dick, as her other hand played with her steel toy between her butt cheeks. "I love pulling a little out," ahhh!" Micele said while her right hand held his wet dick. "And then releasing it, oh," she was teasing herself. "I'm so full Jon!" Jon was still hesitant, and now he pulled away, and his dick slipped from Micele's mouth, and away from her attentive tongue. "I can't Micele," he said assertively. "I want to be able to stay only with Martha. You are way too lascivious, and I will sleep alone!" he said as Micele just giggled. Micele now stood, and Jon watched as she reached around, and withdrew the large anal toy. "Aggh, oh! There it comes. Aahh. Alright," Micele gasped as the fat anal probe escaped her ass seal. "Enough for tonight, but I will try again, tomorrow," and Micele walked back to the bedroom. She called out, once more trying to get him into the bed. "Jonny, my ass is gapping for you. Come in here and lick me there," but her call went unanswered. Jon stood alone, thinking of his next move, and for a brief moment he was going into the bedroom. Then he was blinded, as a flash went off. He heard Micele laughing. "But I have this dick-pic now Jonny." His hands dropped to cover his still hard penis, and he mumbled, "Bitch!" "I came to see you, and I have," Micele was holding her cell, and Jon saw her nakedness. "I have seen you," she said as she skipped into the bedroom. "If she had cared to, Mattie could have sucked you off, and I wouldn't have been allowed this opportunity to do so, Jon. So, get straight with her, soon," Micele said from the bed. Jon stood in the darkened living room, and glanced at the small sofa, then he saw his running shoes. He pulled his pants up, and he then opened the hall closet, and pulled on a hoodie, then the shoes, and grabbed his keys and ran down the stairs. He had a key to Martha's condo, but paused, considering how he would handle the intrusion, as it was now near midnight. Then he realized, that he was simply home, and therefore he should feel empowered to just open the second-floor door, enter, and slip into her bed. As the door opened, it squeaked, and he heard Martha gasp. "Who's there? Jon?" as she jumped out of the bed. "Jon, yes," and the two embraced in the open doorway. Jon said, as he kissed Martha, "I can't be anywhere else, Martha, this is us, and I am home, okay?" Jon held his lover, and caressed her body through the knee length, dark gray, Henley sleeping shirt that covered his lovers' curves. The following evening, Micele met them in the City, after Martha had finished a work assignment. They enjoyed a Korean barbecue on Thirty- Second street. Jon was surprised how his sister had behaved, since last night was still in the back of his mind. Then Micele asked, "Martha, is your penis larger than Jon's?" and she smirked at Jon. Martha wasn't surprised and had a simple follow-up. "Mine is this large," showing Micele her left thumb. "And my bottom loves how he fills me," she saw Micele blushing. "Touch? Martha," was all Micele said. Afterward, the three visited the Observation Platform of the Empire State Building. Even after nine at night, there were a good many people, from all over the world, enjoying the clear views and comfortable weather. "Okay," Micele offered on the way down the elevator, "I'm staying in Manhattan tonight, and I am meeting an old friend. There's a bar in a hotel, named the Arlo, just around the corner. It's just a block away, so you two can get back to Weehawken on your own." Martha came to her, "Micele, thank you for saving him, last night." As they hugged, Micele looked at Jon, "Oh, so he told on me?" Micele said, and she briefly glared at her brother. Martha kissed her cheek, "No, but I had figured that you would have tried," and they hugged again. "Well, you and he have me to be thankful, you know. He was a quick learner," and Micele then kissed Martha's on the lips. Jon saw Martha's eyes open wide, then he saw his sister French kissing his lover. Micele's hand quickly came across Martha's bottom, but she stopped the kiss, releasing Martha with a little push away. "I was hoping for something more intimate," Micele said. Though the kiss was short Martha now understood how capable Micele was. She was flustered as Jon came to her side. "But I will adjust my desires, okay Mattie?" using the name that only Jon used, when they were being romantic. Micele, felt Martha tense a little, "Come on dear; he was with me, for years, so of course he would share that with me!" Leaving Micele, the two walked across town to the ferry. They discussed Micele's late evening plan. "She had a roommate here, in the City, something like four years ago. Donni, but I can't recall her last name, as she has recently been divorced. Over the years I met her and Donni several times for drinks, but I was still in law school, so Micele treated me like her date, and she covered the expenses." Martha squeezed his hand, "Do you think, that this woman knew of your relationship?" she asked. Jon thought a moment; as he recalled the time, he had been with the two women, and considered whether to share this past event. He started to explain, "You know how I told you, that Micele required anal," he said holding Martha. They had stopped walking for a minute. "Well Donni and Micele were some-times lovers, and Micele, well, she offered to teach Donni how to take a guy's penis into her ass. I know it sounds crude, because, I was set up. I needn't share all of the details," Jon said, but Martha pressed his hands. "Yes, please tell me, so that I have something on your sister, as she has something secret about me," Martha said. "And, we have a twenty-minute walk Jon". Jon started, "Donni wasn't fat, but she was not as thin as Micele, and she wanted to be able to offer her backside to her new husband. My sister had given her a toy, and had suggested my role, without telling me. So, one Friday evening, I arrived at their apartment, thinking we're heading out shortly. I swear I was not aware at the time. Well, Micele had a bunch of toys, it's just that I didn't think about them, and so I arrived at Donni's apartment, for what was to be drinks, on this Friday evening, and the two open the door, and I see that their dressed, but in only lingerie, and each is holding a phallus, a dildo," Jon said. Martha, giggled as she moved closed, "Both had fake cocks?" Jon, looked at her, "Yeah, it sounds funny, each was holding one, pink for Micele, and Donni held a purple one, but I'm staring at two sexy women, and one is my sister, and she is reaching for me, as I tried to withdraw, only to feel both women, now pulling my arms. Pulling me into the apartment." The story continued, as they were stopped at Eight Avenue for the traffic. Jon had explained how the girls, had both fellated him, as he stood, with his back against the door. "So, you came from the blowjob?" Martha asked. Jon shook his head no. "Then Micele tells Donni, 'get on the sofa, he's ready Donni,' and Micele takes my tie, and pulls me near her roommate, saying, 'Just fuck her bottom, she's clean, and ready, then you can excuse yourself Jon,' ". Jon paused, "It was weird.", he said. "So that's what I did. I fucked Donni's tight butthole, and filled her, then I stood up, settled my pants and left," Jon said, looking across the crosswalk. Martha was astonished, "You mean, Micele had you initiate her girlfriend to dick, in the butt, and you didn't stay the night?" Jon assured Martha, "You, Sandy, and Donni, are the only ones who are aware of my relationship with Micele. I remember that Donni was distracted, back then, with her engagement, but yes, Micele and her were together as I left. It was embarrassing Martha, for my sister had to have explained to Donni, about our lovemaking, and the anal sex!" Then Jon received a text from his sister, it was a photo of her kissing Donni, whom seemed to be enjoying herself. A second text arrived: 'just twisting your head Jonny' Jon showed Martha the snapshot. A moment later Martha asked about the second alert. "Micele is just taunting me, she can be a pain," as they approached the ferry booth. They moved forward. His sister had sent him the picture of his cock the other night. As the ferry started to move away from the dock Martha asked, "Jon, did she ever ask you to allow her to fuck your bottom?" Jon had resisted this part of the relationship. He had been open regarding his past, except for this. They were on the ferry, near the bow, and he explained. "Martha, you can see how able she is, and she was so capable of, and on one evening, she did." Martha could see that he was a little embarrassed, "Jon, you're getting some action, with your beautiful sister, is way more over the top than the idea, that my lover has been topped!" On the walk from the ferry they were quiet, but as they approached Martha's stoop, she asked Jon, "It is beyond my interest, but if you're curious about it, I will be with you, and will peg you, if you want me to Jon." He looked at her, "Mattie, I have been with you, these past months, and would willingly be below you, if that was your desire," Martha held him. She kissed him, "Honey, what I desire, is," and she kissed him again, "That you will fuck me tonight Jon, please?" Jon held Martha, and asked softly, "So my incestuous relationship, is in the past, as are your other men?" and Martha nodded. "Then, we will determine, us as a couple, who comes into our bed," Jon said. Martha looked at him, and though she agreed, she asked, "Whom might you think, should be in bed with us Jon?" He smiled, "I can't imagine Mattie, but there is little doubt, that we have both participated in a threesome," Martha shudder. "Stella does like you," Martha's hand was atop his pants. "I know she would not hesitate." Jon considered this, "But can you resist her?" he asked. Martha, now slipped her hand, holding Jon's, along her pubis, "The question is, Mr. Swift, can you keep Micele away? She seems curious, and she has that picture." Jon recalled the flash from the other night and didn't show the phone to Martha. "She was a lover, and now she needs to settle down, and with Sandy; to get their home ready," Jon stated. Martha moved toward the door, "I'll go inside Jon." At the door, Martha asked Jon to wait, I'll need a quick rinse, five minutes, okay?" Jon sat down on the step, and he considered the evening and the events past. His mind could still recall that first time, with Micele, and how she seemed to know how different the act was. Jon was nineteen at the time, and at that point, he had been with only one other woman. He quickly re-imagined Sherri, remembering his teaching assistant, from his college history class. Sherri was always dressed in a dress or skirt, and Jon had loved to watch her as she held the class's attention. The woman was good-looking, and she was aware of her sensuality. She was Jon's first lover, and the woman had torn off his shirt, and pushed her panties aside, that time in the small office. And Jon noted that she was wearing hose', not pantyhose. She was so excited as she jumped atop him, reaching around, to position his hard cock, and she moaned as she dropped her tight wet vagina onto his dick. The pattern was clear to him; he was attracted to slightly older women. Though Martha was only a year older, he tended to be attracted to good-looking, well-dressed, older women. Micele was almost four years older, and she always had dressed well. His mother had provided well for both of them, but Micele had always been alluring. When she came home that summer, after graduating near the top of her class, she brought along her fashionable wardrobe, and even in her jeans, she was dressed to advantage. He closed his eyes, and considered the voice of Micele, 'come in here Jon, this time you get something special', as he remembered seeing her that night. They were alone, and her bath, which connected with her bedroom, was open. He walked in, to see Micele laying across the bed, she was wearing some hose' and a white garment held the translucent material, with long strips; garters with clasps. She was leaning on her elbow, looking back at him. Coming nearer, Jon could see that Micele's bottom was glistening. He remembered that she asked him to rub his finger along the crack of her bottom, 'I'm ready for you to fuck my bottom'. He recalled how quickly he disrobed, as she watched, smiling when she saw his raging hard on. When he was on the bed, Micele reached to hold his cock, and then he shifted, and she positioned his penis at her butt hole. Jon could still remember the deep warmth, as his penis moved easily into his sister's bottom. Then Micele pushed back, burying his dick in her butt. They fucked for a few minutes, when Jon felt her fingers, as Micele was playing with her body, as he fucked her. He heard her moan, 'God yes, fuck my ass' and then she became quiet and her muscles became tense. His sister was climaxing, as he pumped his cock into her ass. A moment later, Jon released and filled her bottom. Micele only said, "Stay in me Jon,". Micele, didn't want to soil the sheets. The memory of his first anal sex was not easily forgotten, especial since Micele, still acted and looked at Jon with sincere lust. Now he considered the sound behind him, and Jon stood. The door was ajar, and there stood Mattie. She was wearing only a white suspender and hose, and her white pumps. Jon was immediately aroused, but that memory of his sister's framed bottom was now made real, as Mattie pulled him inside her condo. "You seem happy to see me, in white, Jon," Mattie whispered as he kissed her neck and his fingers traced along the slope of her right breast. Jon just closed the door, as Mattie reached down to caress his pants. "Someone mentioned that you liked white," Mattie moaned as she released his belt and fly, and Jon kicked off his shoes. Jon kissed her and said softly, "White, red, blue, even green, you look lovely in any color Mattie," and his hands, held her bottom cheeks, as his thumb rubbed across her rose hole. He felt his pants about his hips, and stepped back to pull the garment off, as well as his socks. Then Jon bent to lick Mattie's bottom crease, as he reached to caress her small penis. "I love licking you here Mattie," he said as his tongue pushed into her hole. Mattie reached back to hold his face there. "I love that you like my butt," but she stopped as he now turned her, and engulfed her penis in his mouth. "God, yes, Jon, eat me!" she moaned. "Oh god yes, Jon. Oh, your tongue feels amazing licking me, oh my butt, kiss me there again Jon, yes, more," she moaned, as Jon move back to kiss her cleft, but his fingers were again caressing her hole, then he pushed one inside. "I'll eat and fuck you every day Honey," as his mouth now kissed her butt again. His second finger was now inside Mattie. He paused, "She told you that I liked white lingerie? When Mattie?" Mattie was aroused, but whispering softly, "She texted me while we were on the ferry, but get back in my cleft Jon," Mattie moaned as his fingers moved within her backside. Jon stood and adjusted her on her belly, remembering the image he had recalled earlier; with Micele's glistening, framed ass. Jon held Mattie's hip, as his dick slipped back and forth across her tight little hole. He was teasing her, and himself, as he rocked his dick along her crease. Then Jon dipped in the head of his hard-on, and Mattie moaned while she lifted her body, taking his cock into her bottom. "Fuck me," she moaned, "Fuck the hole we have," and she groaned as his dick slipped in deeper, but he pulled back, attempting to lift Mattie bottom with his stiff cock. "Oh god yes," Mattie groaned, but Jon's penis popped loose and her hips dropped slightly back to the sheets. Jon now rolled Mattie onto her left hip and entered her again. While he fucked her, his hand held her small sex. She was semi-hard, but as his plunging cock reached deeper, Mattie became a bit harder, though not rigid, and Jon felt the pre-cum on his fingers. "Can you roll, and sit atop me Mattie?" Jon asked, and somehow, though still wearing her heels Mattie now sat on Jon's hips. "I like to see you as you orgasm Mattie," Jon said, knowing she was close. Mattie now squeezed his meaty penis with her bottom, as she bounced up and down, slapping his thighs. She slowed and bent down and kissed Jon, "You love being in my ass, don't you Jon?" He smiled and was quiet, as Mattie continued, "I love your cock inside my bottom Jon, yes, oh," she moaned as her climax started. As Jon held Mattie close, he felt her release on to his belly as his own peak was near, then suddenly he said, "Oh Mattie, together, so close," and he erupted and his seed filled her bottom. Their lovemaking was passionate, but quite quick. "God yes Mattie, fuck!" Jon groaned as he climaxed. A moment later he rolled to his back beside her. She reached to hold his softening penis as they rested. Mattie asked about the garments, "So Micele, she would dress for you?" Jon said smiling, "You are surely kidding. Micele dresses for herself only, and to tease, all the men, and the girls." The following week Stella called her, "Have you shared with Jon?" and Martha knew that she would need to soon. She didn't want Stella to blurt some detail out. Martha realized that she would need to open up about her own history, starting with her first blowjob, Sean, at a late-night party when she was a freshman at State, then the others, and Stella's involvement. She would be seeing Jon in an hour, and after dinner she would share her history and the background. She knew it was best, if there was to be a future. Arriving as the sun was setting, Martha steeled herself, as Jon approached the rented car, and took her single bag. They were spending the weekend at Jon's mothers, and Martha was glad that Micele had left town. Their next visit would be in Chicago, as Jon felt having Sandy travel wasn't wise. "I love how compact you can pack Martha," Jon said, as his mother rolled her eyes. "As if I was a clothes horse," Martha said. A few hours later Jon's mother ushered them into the dining room, "He is referring to my travel, which is not so light. Come in. It is a simple dinner, but please come and sit dear." Martha liked Mrs. Swift, and though the food she had prepare was never complicated, it was always fresh, and good. Jon served Martha a Pinot Blanc, and his mother a Chilean red wine. They all sat for some time out on the porch, but Mrs. Swift went to bed near ten, leaving the two on the swing, with several blankets, as it was chilly. After a while, Martha felt she was ready to explain her early sexual experiences. "Jon, I need to explain about some of my past men, as I think we are getting closer, and I need to be open about my sexual history, especially knowing about yours," Martha said, turning slightly. Jon, thought he was aware, "You are meaning with Stella?" Now Martha looked concerned, "Well, yes, and the others too." Jon interrupted, "Her being with you? It seemed pretty obvious when we were out together Martha." Now Martha had to re-direct her description, "Well, yes, I was with Stella, and it was a regular, no, not that, but it was a 'lesbian like' relationship Jon, but I need to start from when I was in college. It was before I had transitioned. Jon listened as Martha described meeting Jose' and their several encounters, "He was the first, as I had never been with a woman Jon, before sleeping with Stella, and though Jose' was careful, I bled on one of the three times, as he was a bit rough. After that I decided to not attempt sex without more control." Jon listened and wondered if Martha was telling him that this Jose' was physical or just the penetration wasn't gentle. "I know what you are thinking, and no Jon, he never hit me, but he was a big man, and just stuffed me full. He was too aggressive once. I cried and he comforted me, but we never were together again," Martha said, recalling the pain, and Jon saw her face. "It was more than a year later that I met Stella, at a cool gay bar in the City, and though we didn't sleep together for months, she was important as I transitioned, and she help me understand how my new body should be cared for, especially regarding penetration." Martha paused and breathed deeply. "Then the men; Stella was essential with those four men Jon," and Martha described meeting first Stan, and then Richard, and Nick. When she began to describe her fourth lover, Jon felt she wanted his opinion, and Jon spoke slowly, trying to be compassionate. "You need to understand Martha, that I had some sense of all of this, as I thought about being with you, and I researched the issues, and though Micele was sleeping with women, I watched how she became aware, and the secrecy that was necessary, as the gay subculture developed. The hetros have adjusted, but each person's journey is their own, and fraught with scary moments." Jon hugged Martha, "We both came with some history, and now I know of your sexual de-flowering, and that Stella had been involved with," but Martha interrupted him. "Arranged, isn't correct, as we both discussed the encounters," Martha said. But Jon was thinking, 'Jorge got inside Mattie first'. Martha was vague on the details of her encounter with Jorge, but she did say that Stella was there. "The sex with Jorge, was good, and I knew then, that I would need to be with a man, and not Stella," she said. Martha moved closer, "Women are wonderful, but I like being filled by you, and now I can say, I will always love being a woman, for you Jon." A month later, Jon and Martha traveled to Boston on the Acela train to meet Sandy and his sister. Sandy's pregnancy was going well, but her firm needed her to attend an important meeting for their top client. Micele had suggested the meeting a week before the Thanksgiving holiday. They were all staying in a simple new hotel near City Hall. When the four were first together downtown for lunch Micele asked Martha about the new ring, since she was told that Martha was not aware that Jon had spoken to Micele about his plan. "Jon has asked me to marry him, and we had a notion, well to ask you two, to be our witnesses," Micele acted floored by the news, but she withheld her opinion, instead hugging her brother and Martha warmly. "Can you do this that easily here in Massachusetts?" Sandy asked. Over the past weeks Jon had taken to calling Micele on his videophone, and Sandy knew that the relationship was strong. She also knew that her lover, Micele, at times, could be a little devious. This surprise would calm her past relationship with her brother, which Sandy felt was a good thing. "There is a three-day waiting period, but we applied two days ago," Jon said. "You look good Sandy, and thank you," Jon meant regarding the support the other day. "The License is ready today, but the City Clerk's office closes at four today. Can you finish with your meeting by three or so?" Martha asked Sandy. Then she asked about the baby, "Two months more?" Sandy moved closer and hugged Martha, "This is a great way to meet my sister-in-law! Thirty-one weeks pregnant!" Martha was in white, wearing a simple lace above-the-knee backless dress, with a bateau neck, with simple ivory three-quarter sleeves. It was a casual bridal outfit, with her nude three-inch heels, and a pearl bracelet on her left wrist. She was wrapped in a beautiful pale ivory coat loosely held by a wide belt. Martha looked at Sandy, "Could I feel your tummy?" Sandy smiled, knowing that Martha knew that Jon was the father. "Any idea, girl or boy?" Martha asked. Sandy seemed quite happy, but her and Micele had determined that they would not know the baby's gender, "The Lab tech knows, but we wanted to wait." Sandy looked at her watch, "I have to get to my second meeting. It will be only thirty minutes, then I will join you three. For the clerks ceremony." Sandy then looked at Micele, "Are you okay Micele?" she asked. Then Sandy turned back to Martha, "I love your dress," but Sandy sensed that Micele was not right. "She can hang with you two, but I have to get down the street, or I'll be late," and she kissed Martha again, and then she kissed Micele. Micele was listening, but she was looking at Jon, and she considered what was about to occur. Sandy quickly came back and hugged Jon too, "See you at City Hall brother." - - - - - - - Jon and his sister had discussed the plans for Boston several days earlier, before Sandy and she had traveled east. Micele had taken the early morning call and Jon had confirm that she was alone, as Sandy was in the shower. He had told Micele of his engagement and plan to visit the Clerk's office while in Boston on Friday. Micele pushed him; 'Are you really ready for this Jon? You know how I still feel about you', she had said, but Jon shutdown Micele's attempt to dissuade him. He explained that their past relationship was never to arise again. "I need her, not you Micele," he had told his sister, and Micele had become angry, 'you can't decide this, only I can brother,' she said. Then Micele tried a threat, 'I'll tell mom', but Jon chuckled, as he had revealed the facts of their past sexual relationship to his mother weeks earlier, but he just listened, without sharing that their mother knew of the sex between them. On the call Micele got loud again, 'Well, I could spill the beans on your 'girl' Jonny,' which she thought might get him to pause the plan. But Jon had told his mother of Martha's gender transition at the time he revealed the sexual nature of his relationship to Micele, but he didn't bring this into the discussion. He did try and asked for her respect, "You have Sandy, and the baby is due soon", but Micele continued to run through how devastating the outing of Martha would be. Jon let her talk as he could heard that Sandy was now near; Micele tended to use the video for their calls, and therefore the sound was on. He heard Sandy ask, what was a matter, and then he heard his sister say, 'Jon's going to ruin everything'. She then told Sandy of Jon's wedding plans. Sandy immediate took the phone from Micele. She turned the camera to look at herself, "Don't you worry, I will get her to fall in-line Jon. I'm so happy for the two of you"', Sandy said. Then Sandy looked at Micele, "I need you to give this man some freedom, as he and Martha are truly happy,". - - - - - - - Later that evening Micele spoke to Sandy as they lay in bed. "I think he explained our tryst to my mother," but Sandy didn't argue that having sex with a brother, over several years was not a small deal. She listened as Micele expressed her remorse for threatening Jon, and therefore Martha. "Well you could call and apologize, and also just realize that there is a new queen in town," Sandy stated. Sandy could sense Micele's regret, so she took control for once. "Call your mother now, it's only ten in New York," but Micele delayed. A moment later Sandy picked up the phone. It took a minute to connect. "She has to see the red-light blinking," Micele said, while she looked at Sandy. "Then she has to put on the hearing aid, oh. Hi mom," they spoke quietly, and discussed the coming wedding. "She says that Martha and Jon will be in Florida over the Thanksgiving Holiday, but we should still plan on coming," after hanging up Sandy asked why she didn't bring up the 'tryst'. "Because, I could tell she was upset, and also, she," Micele was not settled. "I know we'll discuss my behavior when we're together next week," Micele said and frowned. Micele seemed quite upset now. "I know how wrong I have been," Micele said, with a tear on her cheek. Sandy had only seen Micele cry twice before. - - - - - - - The four were still at the Oyster House finishing a late lunch, and City Hall was across the street. Now Jon looked at Micele and then at Martha. "Jon, if this what you want, then we will be the witnesses," Micele said, and she again hugged her brother. "I guess," Micele continued, "I am just a little surprised," now she pulled Martha into the embrace. "Yes, I can be there," and she looked toward Sandy, near the door. "And so can Sandy," she said, seeing the soft smile on her lover's face. Then Micele asked about Jon's thoughts on waiting until their mother could attend. "I spoke with her yesterday, but she was not feeling well, and she didn't want to travel north. She understands and suggested that at Christmas we would do a more involved party at the house," Jon saw his sister nod. "That is a better idea. Getting mom to travel is a pain, as her vision is getting worst each month," Micele said. The event took less than thirty minutes, and afterward they all walked across the large plaza to Oceania, a restaurant, to celebrate. The champagne was served, and Sandy only sipped a small amount of hers. Jon was smiling and holding Martha close, his sister, was behind him when Sandy snapped the picture. Then she showed the group the three images. "Micele, you could have worn your medium heels," Sandy said softly, as Micele was several inches taller than her brother. "And your hands should be seen," Sandy said, smacking Micele lightly. "I didn't do anything," Micele exclaimed, but Jon and Martha turned and glared at her. Martha then smiled, "You were copping a feel of my butt Micele!" Sandy now smiled, "See Micele, there are three of us now, to keep you in check." Micele moaned, "You do have a nice ass Martha," and she added, "You got me here you three, and I will behave." Then she added, "An you two have a wedding night ahead of you, so let's enjoy the meal". Back in the Hotel, Jon double locked the door, as he explained the telephone chat of two days earlier. "I was pleased that they were with us," he said. Jon watched as Martha slipped off her dress. "You look so lovely Mattie," and he came to her, and sat on the edge of the bed. He watched as Mattie pulled free of her pantyhose, and then slipped to her knees, Jon smiled as she released his trousers. "Oh Jon, I love you," she said as she removed his growing penis from the black slot in his pants. He smiled looking at her. "I like how settled you are," Jon whispered, "and that you kept control when Micele was fingering your bottom," he said. Mattie looked up at him. "She can be outrageous," Mattie said, as her fingers slid up and down, holding his stiff penis. Jon smiled, "I do know that you have a nice ass Mattie." He moaned as Mattie licked his cock slowly, "I've had to deal with some bitches during the past," Mattie said softly. Jon smiled, "Your mouth is warm," as he reached his hand, to rub her bottom. "I feel wonderful, now that I'm with you Jon," Mattie cooed. Jon bent to kiss Mattie and his fingers slowly playing with the rim of her opening. "Mattie, my wife!" Mattie's mouth came to his kiss, as Jon's hands moved to cup her breasts. He was behind her, and she bent to kiss him again. "Oh Jon, please love me," she felt his stiff dick sliding back and forth along her bottom crease. She felt him pause as she reached around and grasped the head of his hardness and positioned him at her bottom. "Now Jon," she said, as he pushed a little into her warm body. "I demand that you fuck me," Mattie was bending around and looking into his eyes. "Oh, god, oh yes, there." Mattie's subtle grimace was not seen by Jon, and though lubed, with each entry, her bottom would tingle. "Oh, yes, every day," she sighed as he was slowly slipping in and outward now. "You feel wonderful inside my body," Mattie closed her eyes as his warm fingers caressed her breasts. Mattie squirmed as Jon shifted onto his back and again, he slipped inside, and she was atop his dick. She was bouncing now, as she fucked Jon. "My body and mind are all for you honey," Mattie moaned. Jon's dick slipped from her body and she gasped, "Oh dear, back in me now, now!" Mattie again turned to watch, as Jon re-entered her hot hole. "You seem to be enjoying our wedding night," Jon said softly, as she sat on his hips and she rolled her hips back and forth. She was now lifting and dropping atop his thighs as Jon looked up at Mattie. "You're over me, like at the first look on the bus Mattie!' Jon said smiling. "Thank you, sir," she said softly. Jon reached to touch her breasts and Mattie smiled. She bent close to kiss him, "Now you, fuck me Jon," but his cock moved out a few inches, and he popped loose. "Ohh, god! Yes," Mattie moaned contentedly as Jon rolled them, and she was beneath him now. He looked at her smiling, as his penis entered her canal again, plunging deeper. "Keep fucking me, Jon!" "Jon!" Mattie exclaimed. She lifted her legs and crossed them over his back, allowing him further entry, and he smiled. "Ohh Jon, oh yes," she cooed. "I do love you Jon," as he moved them to the bed edge and now stood with her butt near the edge. "Fuck me!" she cried as he pulled out, and then plunged into her warm hole again. "Grip my dick!" he said, and he closed his eyes in concentration. "Oh Jon, ahh!" Mattie moaned, as his fingers rubbed her sex, and he looked at her face. "I'm fucking my lover, my wife, now!" She was still on her back, as her bottom shifted with each thrust of his cock. Jon didn't rush, but his plunging became more ardent, as he again reached to hold her small sex. He was now banging against her pubis, "Are you okay?" he asked. "God yes Jon, god, I am so close," she moaned. He pulled her up into a kiss, as his fingers played with her fat nipples. "I'm near," as she pushed her dew coated fingers into his mouth. Jon smiled and dropped her back onto the bed. "Fuck me, and fill me Jon," she moaned. He was deep inside her body, and she was moaning as her muscles kept hold on his dick. "Cum inside me," Mattie said as she raised up on her elbows. Jon now bent closer and he found her mouth, as they kiss. Jon paused, "My wife really wants me?" Mattie immediately moved up and they kissed, "God yes," she moaned. "Fuck me," Mattie said, as he pushed inside her bottom deeply, then he was still, holding his fat dick there now. Then Jon groaned as his motion began slowly. "Fill me," Mattie sighed, as his cock began again to move in and out of Mattie's tight canal. "God, Jon!" then she was quiet, as her eyes were closed. Mattie's release hit Jon's tummy, as her hands held Jon's arms, and she moaned. A moment later Jon rensed and closed his eyes, "I'm cumming, oh fuck, oh god, Mattie!!!" Jon screamed. "God Mattie, yes!!!" Jon's cock pumped for a few moments, and Mattie smiled as she felt the spurts in her bottom, and now Jon remained still, holding his cock deep in Mattie's bottom, and he felt the jets of semen leaving his body. He looked at her, with her hair splayed about the white sheet. "That is wedding sex Jon!" Mattie said, as her hand slipped beneath her, as she lifted slightly. "I'll need more of your cock later Jon," she said as she felt his semen running from her bottom, and onto her thighs. Mattie's hand rubbed Jon's release across her breasts. "I love being your wife Jon!" Jon was amazed, "Did you feel me shot again?" Mattie cooed, "Of course Honey, always." Then she rolled over on the bed and Jon slipped beside her, and they slept, leaving the champagne chilling. It was dark and Mattie opened her eyes briefly. "Oh that feels wonderful," she said as Jon's seed oozed from her body onto her thigh. Jon had moved again. She straddled his head, "Love my body Honey," Mattie moaned. Mattie enjoyed his soft tongue and lips on her rosebud, as Jon then pushed his long finger into her bottom." Yes, Jon,". He was licking her soft tube, but then he moved to lick her opening again, while his finger rubbed her inner wall. Mattie wasn't hard, but she was moaning. "Ahh, Jon, oh yes," she sighed. Love me Jon!!, she cried loudly, and Mattie released now, but hers was a small orgasm. He moved up and he kissed Mattie. "Umh, I taste good lover," she said. "I love you," he said as she opened her eyes, and Jon's finger was back caressing her bottom. "I love your butt, and," and Mattie felt him again as Jon had moved and was licking her rim. "Mattie, you are my wife," as his tongue moved in past her tight muscle. "Now here," he said as Jon covered her soft sex. "Come kiss me Jon," Mattie asked, as Jon moved to her side. "This is how forever feels Mattie," and he reached lower and his long fingers penetrated her again. After spending a few days in Miami, the two returned to New York and began the effort of combining their lives. Jon reviewed the conditions of the gift of the condo and discovered an issue in the contract. After discussing the paperwork with Martha, she called and discussed the details with Stella. "I can have this revised, certainly Mattie," Stella said, and she would have her attorney call Jon and resolve the error. "Stella, thank you for the lovely candle sticks," Martha said, but Stella interrupted her. "Excuse me, but why wasn't I in Boston Mattie?" Stella was quite miffed. Martha listened to her expressing her sadness for not being included. "He has taken you from me, and I miss our time together!" "It was more of a family thing Stella," Martha said. "and what about Teresa? You two have been dating," but Stella spoke over Martha. "Maybe, but forget Teresa," Stella said. "You seemed to have forgotten me, and I still love you Mattie!" Stella wanted to see her tomorrow. Martha was hesitant, as she and Jon had agreed to hold their respective previous lovers at bay. Stella again attempted to woo Martha. "I was your paramour," but Martha interrupted her speech. "Stella, we both know how important a friend you are, but I am legally married to Jon, and what we had, how we cared for each other during the past years, well, that must change now," Martha was trying not to get emotional. Stella didn't like being set aside. "So you don't even call to dis-invite me?" Martha had felt badly that she didn't tell Stella of the wedding plans. "Stella, will you please try and not push me? I am still only days into my marriage, and we would like you to come to the small gather Jon's mother is arranging the week before Christmas," Martha would have to settled this with Jon, but she was comfortable extending the invitation. Stella was quiet a moment, then whispered into the phone. "I want you Mattie, and you know how much you enjoy my, you know, even if you have a hot dick now. I know how to love you, and I know you will come around, soon." Martha listened, and Stella heard the silence, and she felt comfortable that she would be with Mattie, maybe not soon, but eventually her lover would visit, and now Stella giggled. "Stella, please don't," Martha said softly. Stella cooed, "I can still be available, if and when you desire some special attention Mattie." Stella did agree to have her attorney speak with Jon the next day and allowed the filing of an Addendum to the Deed. Later that evening Martha reviewed the telephone call with Jon, but she didn't tell him of Stella desired rendezvous, as she was uncertain, he would appreciate her friends' suggestions correctly. Jon wrote down Stella attorney's telephone number. "I'll deal with this tomorrow. Did Stella say whether she would be coming to my mothers?" Then Martha realized that she had been so distracted that the issue hadn't been settled. She would have to text Stella. "How did I forget to get that? I'll just send her a message," but Martha didn't want to begin a private text discussion with her ex-lover. She would have a make a follow-up call. Several days later Stella was in Weehawken and decided to check on her friend, using the find-friend app. She would attempt a visit, as it was early afternoon, and Mattie was at the condo. Stella was in-town, and she was soon standing on the stoop. "Can I come up Mattie?" Stella asked when Martha responded to the bell. "Sure Stella, wait for the buzz," Martha said as she considered how this visit might end. She had been anticipating Stella's attempt. Their last visit was weeks ago, and Martha had to insist Stella not discuss their earlier sex-play. Now Stella entered and Martha closed the door softly, "I'm able to work from home one day each week," Martha said. "But you have been avoiding us Mattie," Stella said as she turned, and she moved closer to Martha, whose back was leaning on the now closed door. "You know why," Martha said, wishing that she hadn't answered the buzzer. Stella moved very close, "I am going to kiss you Mattie," as Stella's hand came to touch Martha's right hip. "I know how difficult it may be Stella, but" and the kiss began. Stella's hands came to hold Mattie's face. Mattie resisted Stella's tongue, but her own hands were now holding Stella, about her waist. The moment was now, and Martha knew she had to stop, as Jon was hers now. Stella's hands were at the low zip of Mattie dress, and she slowly pulled the zipper down as the kiss continued, and Mattie's mouth opened, as Stella's soft tongue played with Mattie's. "Please, please Stella, please stop," Mattie moaned, and pushed away, as she felt Stella's fingers push the straps of her bra off of her shoulders. "No," Stella said quickly. Her mouth opened as her hand came to the back of Mattie's head. Mattie's dress had fallen away, and Mattie felt Stella's fingers reach to push aside the back of Mattie's panty. Their passion was pulling Mattie further into Stella's seduction, as Stella reached into her coat pocket and grasped the feeldoe. She withdrew the toy and brought it to rub along Mattie's satin covered bottom. Stella felt Mattie stiffen in her arms, as she continued the kiss, and her other hand reached to lift the hem of Mattie's chemise. "Stella, now, stop, no more," Mattie said pushing back again, and the kiss stopped. Stella knew Mattie was aroused, as she had heard the sound many times before. "We both want this Mattie," Stella cooed. Mattie looked away, as Stella had lifted the feeldoe cocktoy to her lips. "My body is ready," Stella said, and she parted her legs. Mattie watched as Stella pushed her dress up, and she saw that she was naked, and Stella moved the bulbous end of the feeldoe along the lips of her moist vagina. "Come help me Mattie," Stella moaned, as she played the end of the toy back and forth along her pussy slit. "You know I can't," Mattie said sharply, folding her arms beneath her breasts. "Yes, you can; it's just us two girls. We can still play. Make love with me Mattie," Stella now moaned as her pussy opened and the end of her faux cock slipped inside of her body. "God, I love how this feels as it slips inside my cunt!" Stella moaned. Stella was wearing her heels, but Mattie's feet were in her slippers. "Stay there Stella, no closer, please!" Mattie cried. Stella kicked off her black high heels and moved a step closer, with the turgid faux cock sticking out from her hips. "I can't stay away Mattie. I have to offer you my cock, and then you can decide," Stella said as she crossed the small space, and her feeldoe tip rubbed on Mattie's hip. "Maybe you just want to get it wet, you know, suck on it a little," Stella said softly, as she was now kissing Mattie's face and neck. "Oh god Stella, No! No!" but she reached to take hold of the feeldoe. "Come now, Mattie, on your knees please," Stella said, and pushed slightly on Mattie's shoulder. Mattie now turned away and cursed her old lover. "Damn you Stella. No is no." and she moved quickly into the bath and slammed the door. "Leave me now Stella," Mattie said through the closed door. "I will stay in here until you go," Martha said sternly. Stella walked to the bath door and tried the knob. "I can wait Mattie," and she looked around and saw a chair. Pulling the chair across the floor, Stella sat down. "It's nearly one Mattie, so I figure that we have four hours, or maybe five." - - - - - - - - - - The second wedding reception was small, with less than twenty people. Jon's two aunts and uncles were there and two cousins with their spouses. The surprise was Jon's mothers' guest. "Please meet my dear friend Charlie. He and I have been seeing each other for almost a year now," Mrs. Swift explain to the surprised group. Charlie was at least fifteen years her junior, and he was a fit man, with graying hair, and he was quite tall. Micele and the first to smile and approach her mother's new boyfriend. "Charlie, it is nice to meet you. My mother hasn't spoken of you, so please excuse the surprised looks and responses," she said as she took his extended hand. Charlie was blushing as he reached to shake Micele's hand. She felt his pause, and she considered if her mother had shared her and Jon's history. She glanced to the left, where her mother was hugging Martha. Micele thought that there was a chance this new family member was aware of her aggressive sexuality. "Well, I hope my mom has been speaking only good of her family," but Sandy now moved towards the two. "I want a hug," Sandy said, moving closer. "I need a hug Charlie, and with my belly, as the future welcomes you to the clan," Sandy pulled Micele into the hug as well. Just then the door opened and in walked Stella. Martha turned and grimaced but walked over to her immediately and shared a quick discussion. "Do not embarrass me or Jon," Martha was referring to the last time they had seen each other. Stella simply smiled and walked over to meet Jon's mother. "Thank you for including me Mrs. Swift," Stella said, and they cheek kissed. "Your son Jon is a lucky man," as Stella then reached to take the older woman's hand. "Matt, I mean Martha is a wonderfully close friend," she turned to look across at Martha. Mrs. Swift smiled, "Thank you for coming Stella. Jon and Martha have spoken of you many times." The group then walked inside, and a simple restatement of their wedding vows occurred, just Martha and Jon speaking while they held hands. As the couple was speaking a photographer was making a video record, as well as snapping photos. After the short ceremony, Jon and Martha kissed and then the servers brought out the champagne. After the toast Stella was speaking with Mrs. Swift. "I have a small place in Colorado, but I don't ski often," Stella said, just as Sandy stepped to the two women. Sandy had heard and asked, "Do you lease the place Stella, as Micele and I could sure use a brief get away after the baby arrives." Mrs. Swift suggested that she would come along, "Then you two could slip off for some riding," as Sandy was a snowboarder. Stella smiled, "It has a small second bedroom and two baths," and she offered to let Sandy use the apartment. She didn't volunteer that she had another small studio down the street. Sandy waved to Micele, "Honey, come over. We're going to Colorado!" Micele looked at Stella, "Will this be inconvenient Stella?" Micele asked as she came to the group. Stella now smiled, "No, but which week would work?" They resolved to make the arrangements over the next few days. "I'll text you the details Sandy," Stella said opening her clutch. Jon saw that Martha was briefly alone, as Micele had been called by Sandy. He stepped close and spoke softly, "It seems Stella is being excepted by the girls," and Martha looked over. "That a good thing Jon," as she felt his hand caress her backside. "Careful, I see Micele is watching again." Micele and Sandy stood near to Mrs. Swift, as Stella walked over between Martha and Jon. "Martha, you look so lovely. Is this the dress you wore in Boston?" Stella asked, as she kissed her friend's cheek, and she also noticed that the group moved around the couple. Martha smiled, "No, this is something from my mother-in-law's closet," Martha said. It was actually a vintage midi-length dress with an off-the-shoulder ruffled trim and a sheer bodice. Jon's mother had worn the dress at her simple wedding years earlier. She had offered it to Micele over eighteen months earlier, but her daughter had scoff at wearing the preserved dress. Micele heard the discussion and came beside the two women, as they reviewed the garment. "I thought that looked familiar," Micele said, running her fingers across Martha's waist, feeling the satin band. "Mother suggested it to me, but I thought it would be too short," as Micele was almost four inches taller than Martha and her mother. Then Micele reached to move behind Martha, and she lifted the dress hem slowly upward, along Martha's thighs. "It would have hung here on my legs," as she held the fabric high on Martha's thigh. Micele looked across to Stella's surprised look, as she felt a tingle and her hands subtly caressed the luxuriant white silk hose' covering Martha's legs. Micele looked up as Martha turned to look into Micele's eyes for a brief moment. Micele's hands lingered, and Martha looked at Jon's sister. "These are exquisite Martha," Micele smiled caressing Martha's thigh. "He will love you so much," and Martha felt Micele's fingers trace the hose', and her finger rubbed across the barely concealed brass suspender clasp. Then Micele turned and kissed Martha's cheek, as she released the dress hem. "I will miss having him, so you need to attend to the small important details, such as these," Micele whispered into Martha's ear. Stella had been near, and had seen Micele's hands, wishing she could have been that familiar with her old lover. Micele smiled seeing that Stella had observed her review and the caress of Martha's silky legs. Still near Martha, Micele said softly, "So Stella was a lover?" and she felt Martha discretely nod her head yes to the question, as they were still close, their heads now touching. Micele whispered, "She beautiful," and then she parted, moving back a step, and Martha watched as Micele turned and walked over to Stella, saying as she turned back to Martha and Jon, "We may be in Colorado together, right Stella?' "I wonder when we'll get to know one another," Micele said, taking Stella's hand. Stella was carefully reviewing Martha's face, as she heard the plan to travel. Stella's hand now came around Jon's sister's waist. "I may have to be out there, while you and Sandy are there. I haven't used my father's small place in over two seasons." Jon was watching Micele, and he knew what she was thinking, but he just smiled. Micele liked that Stella could be so easily familiar. "I feel we have much to share about these two lovers," she said, as she looked over to Martha. The End