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Tingles Seventeen By Katharine Sexkitten I've had so many moments in the last two weeks, since discovering Jessica, my true self. Highs, more highs, and even more highs. With no lows. Unmatched sensual and sexual experiences, feelings, and epiphanies. Unparalleled new and exciting friendships, of the kind I just never would have even imagined before, in my wildest of fantasies, which now showed themselves to have been as tame as a kitten. Those weren't fantasies at all, I realized. Now, I was hitting levels of existence I could have never posited in my previous life, before that fateful night at Brad and Carols party. But none of them, and I mean abso-fucking-lutely none of my myriad of new delights, can compare to the look on my man's face when I walked out from behind the curtain in Kara's shop. Nothing. My soul had blossomed, had come to the fore in this fortnight of cross- dressing liberation. I was a free bird now, a feminine creature of immeasurable sexual capacity, sailing and soaring on the winds of my tingles. To say that I'd changed would be a mammoth understatement. I was a new person now, a different person. I was the person I wanted to be. The woman I needed to be. The feminine sexy slut that I was born to be. Finally. And there was no going back, ever. Not that I would ever want to. Jessica was real, was valid, and was who I am now. Gone was that nice quiet twenty-seven year old man, the divorced single guy who lived alone and spent his time working and then doing more work. Now, I was the most special woman in the universe. What had happened with Brad, that first night, wearing his wife's panties and stockings and letting him take me into his arms and kiss me tenderly, leading to me sucking his cock until he blew the biggest load of his life, which lead to him taking me to his marital bed and making love with me, fucking me, taking my cunt right then and there. My first man. My first cock, inside my newly-discovered ass-pussy. The first time I'd ever had something in my ass, my channel, my core, including at the end of it another incredible load of his sweet delicious creamy cum. It leaked out of me, into his wife's panties, as I took a cab home that night. My life changed, radically, from that gloriously erotic moment. I'd given my virginity to a man I worked with, my Greek god of a lover, who showed me my true spirit, my true path. I was no longer a man, in the traditional sense. Hell, in every sense. Yes, technically I still had a penis, and therefore was a male according to most people's logic. It even said so on my driver's license. Gender: Male. But that plane of existence was as distant as the beginning of time now. I wasn't a man. I didn't want to be. I knew, more than I knew anything before, that I was a special woman now. Forever. I am Jessica Kurva. I am Jessica Slut. The whirlwind of my life since that moment has been staggering, and when I get a few moments here and there to reflect, I realize that not only am I never going back to my old life, but this new life is only just beginning, and there are still so many 'firsts' that I have to face, so many new and exciting moments that Jessica will live through, and that they will all be wonderful and life-enriching, and that whatever happens this world of mine truly is my oyster. I have in front of me the undiscovered country. And yet with all the paradigm-breaking events, the completely unexpected and truly life-affirming relationships I'd garnered in fourteen short days, all of them mind-blowing, nothing could have prepared for what stood in front of me. Peter. A man who I cared so deeply about that I couldn't put it into words, the man who recognized in me that Jessica was alive and teeming with energy before I even knew it, and the man who was taking me to a Darlings party this very night, stood just inside the doorway to Honey's, the small shop that Kara owned. He was wearing a dark suit jacket, so blue it almost looked black. Underneath, he had on a charcoal grey turtleneck sweater, that looked thin and very much like cashmere, which hugged his pecs and fairly shouted out the word 'man'. His slacks were also a dark blue or black, as were his shoes. He was a sixty year old man in fantastic shape, owing to his years of military and police work and his obvious on-going commitment to staying in shape, and he stood ramrod straight, my new winter coat, a gift from his friend Michelle, another very special woman, delicately folded and hanging on his arm. My date for the evening. And, truth be told, a man I was falling in love with. Words can't describe how I felt when I saw his face, when I saw him react to Kara's work. She stood off to my side, the proud artist, allowing him to see me in all my glory, a huge satisfied smile on her face. She had every reason to be beaming with joy. She'd outdone herself this evening. I was, from head to toe, as feminine and sexy as I'd ever been. My auburn wig was the only thing I was still wearing that I'd had on when I'd entered the place hours ago. She'd spent almost a full hour just with my makeup, ensuring that my eyes sparkled and shone, my natural murky blue irises highlighted with long black glue-on eyelashes, dark black eyeliner above and below, and the most glorious shade of lilac eye shadow, applied with a deft hand to look wispy. Her use of foundation and blush on my cheeks made my own previous attempts look amateurish, my cheekbones suddenly a prominent part of my face, and my lips were the most kissable I'd ever seen them. Bright shiny red, almost hooker red, with a dark edge line all the way around my mouth. My face looked more womanly than ever. I was overjoyed when she showed me the results. On my ears were clip-ons, sexy silver hoops. I'd shown her my SLUT choker earlier on and she'd loved it and personally hooked it on me when the time was right. All her work was done, naturally, after I'd cleaned myself in and out, and shaved every single inch of my body smooth in her huge bathroom. The lingerie she'd picked out for me was a brand I'd never heard of, from Europe. I almost died and went to heaven when I slid on the stockings, rolling them into donuts and then sensuously and sinfully unrolling them up my legs, my pointed painted toenails leading the way. They were genuine silk, and a gauzy dark grey in colour, with a single thick black line running up the back, from the heel to the elasticized lace top. And the lace at the top was beautiful, so delicate and uproariously sensual. I didn't notice it at first, and it took Kara pointing it out to me, but worked into the pattern of all the amazingly intricate lace work was tatted the words 'sexy slut'. How did she know? The matching panties had the same gauzy grey colour to the front panel, which is more or less all there was to the garment. The rest was G- string, all the way, and I'd never felt sexier than feeling that little strip of cloth running up between my pert ass cheeks. Cut high, the almost-not-there strips were riding on my little hips and most assuredly giving me even more of a woman's shape. My little cock was as hard as nails throughout the dressing process, and leaking pre-cum like it was Niagara Falls. Kara smiled a lot at that. And she encouraged me to lick up as much as I wanted to, so as not to stain the panties, and that it wouldn't embarrass her at all. Quite the contrary. She found it sexy as fuck. So did I, for that matter. And lick it all up I did. Willingly and passionately and obsessively. Over and over again. The matching bra was the same colour, and same fabric. The straps were thin and lacy and deliciously feminine. She'd guessed properly with an A cup, and the underwire support gave my little man-boobs a distinctive lift and separate. I looked in the mirror and saw breasts. Cleavage. I almost came in my panties. Kara asked me if I wanted to wear a butt plug. I of course said YES! She showed me two that she had. The first was about the same size as mine, the one I'd been using here and there for almost two weeks. I was ecstatic at her choice, and fixed my mind on my pussy having that much toy in it, when she showed me her other one. Bigger. Thicker. Bulging in the middle. I swooned, and nodded my acceptance. Yes, that's the one. The bigger one. She lubed me up, gently, and with real style, running her long fingers in and out of my wet ass slowly and languidly for a good long time, before she placed the tip of it at my hole. "Ready?" she asked. "Oh my god, yes," I breathed. She pushed a little, and I just automatically opened for her, and she slid the five inch long fat plug right up into me. I moaned out loud, and then I heard her say "good gurl". I doubt a freight train could have erased the smile from my face. Even more so when she showed me my new dress. I had to squeeze my own clitty to stop myself from hurtling cum all over the panties and the floor. It was that gorgeous. A partially see-through lace overlay mesh body con dress. Wine red, with a high rounded neck and full-length see-through sleeves. It fit me like a glove. Coming down to mid-thigh level, it showed off my legs unlike anything I'd ever worn before. It was ruched at the abdomen, which helped give my slight hips a much bigger shape. It was see- through from just above my nipples up and just below my panties down. I almost came again, looking in the mirror. I LOOKED LIKE A WOMAN! The elation I felt then and there was overwhelming. I finally looked exactly like how I felt. Like the sexiest sluttiest feminine creature nature ever invented. I am Jessica Kurva! I am Jessica Slut! The lace six-inch trim at the bottom of the dress overlayed the lace tops of my thigh-highs, and the wavy pattern of the overlay mesh from bodice to thigh looked like the sexiest design ever. Kara had given me open-toe pumps to wear, with four inch heels and three straps, one across the toes, one across the bulge of my foot, and one at the top, above my ankles. They were gold coloured, with slim stiletto heels, and they just oozed sexiness. She'd put my CD SLUT anklet back on me, as well as over a dozen bangles on both wrists. Two dabs of LUST, the perfume that Michelle had invented and that I'd invested in just a few days before, was my last move before she handed me my gold-chained clutch purse, which she explained to me had everything I would need in it, and went out to see Peter. Who stood, fixed in his spot, his stare wide-eyed and alive with energy and gobsmacked all at the same time. I saw his love, his lust, his ardor, his passion, rising like the sun in the east. He was beside himself with feelings of attraction, all of which rendered him unable to say anything. He couldn't find a single word for the first few moments. Finally, after an almost-agonizing minute of silence, he let out a lung full of air. Slowly. And deliberately. He was steeling himself, I realized, preparing to react audibly. "My heavens," was all he said. I took several steps towards him, so he could see me closer up, and then I twirled slowly, spinning on the thin shoes under my feet, showing him my backside, now pertly thrust towards him. Walking with a huge butt plug made my ass jump up anyway, and the twirl made me almost shake my cheeks at him. I'm certain I've never smiled more, or felt sexier. Or more wanted. The lump in his pants was obvious. He was hard, instantly insanely erect. Immediately. From seeing me. His natural masculine physical reaction to seeing me in this fantastically sexy dress was to instantly have all the blood in his body flow to his cock, and it went from tiny to huge in a second or two, at the most. I quickly stole a glance at Kara, and saw she was looking at Peter as well, and her eyes were pointed down to his crotch. She could see it as well, that thick delicious piece of man-meat, so familiar to me now after having sucked it and been fucked by it multiple times, stretching the material of his slacks. It was like the universe had put up a gigantic neon sign that said "HORNY MAN TURNED ON BY SEXY WOMAN HERE!" My tingles went through the roof, right up to the ionosphere, in a heartbeat. I was bursting with pride, bursting with joy of his reaction, bursting with love for him. And bursting to drop to my knees, right there and then, and begging him to glide that great big cock of his into my pussy, now, here, this second, slamming me over and over until we both had sated our thirst for it. But propriety saved me from that. "Peter," Kara said, "I used a non-smudge lipstick, so you can kiss her all you want. If I was anything but straight, I'd want to kiss her, that's for sure." He just continued to stare at me. I saw his Adam's apple move up and down a couple of times. He was swallowing. Trying to get his composure back, I supposed. A few seconds later he moved to me, and I to him. We embraced, and kissed. It was the softest, sweetest, most romantic kiss I've ever had, from any man or woman. It was love incarnate. It was the kiss of the ages. When the first touch of his lips on mine happened, I had to suck in air, to keep myself alive, because I was bursting from the inside. I'm sure my heart was about to beat right out of my ribcage. And there was a barely-audible thrumming to his breathing, as if the natural flow of air in and out of him was vibrating, oscillating. Such was my effect on him. And his effect on me. I had NEVER been in this place before, in my soul. Absolute excitement, absolute passion, absolute joy and radiance and love and commitment. That one second, that one touch, was all I needed to confirm what I already knew. I loved this man. More than any other. To the very length, depth and breadth of my soul. This man, this handsome, sexual, and romantic man standing in front of me. I loved him, to a level I didn't recognize. This was far more than any amount of love I'd ever felt for anyone else, including my family, all of whom I thought I loved more than anything. And love them I did. But not like this. This was true love, real love, the kind of can't-possibly-be-any-higher kind of love. I was a woman, inside and out. I was his woman, if he'd have me. Forever. If he'd bless me. When we parted, his eyes bore into mine. Every emotion he was feeling was alive in his eyes, and burning into me, washing over me and making every cell in my body come even more alert, more alive. "I love you," I whispered. "And I you," he whispered back, and we just stared at each other and left it at that. Much kissing and hugging was done with Kara, and we walked out to his car. The drive took almost an hour, during which time his right hand never moved from my left leg, stroking me with an enormous amount of affection. The silk of my stockings absorbed his warmth and transferred it to me, melting my heart over and over again. Peter told me about where we were going, and who we'd be seeing. The estate, and he stressed that word, was huge. It was sprawling, and had many features. A small lake, horse stables, swimming pools, tennis courts, indoor underground parking for fifteen vehicles, and gardens everywhere. The mansion itself was over thirty thousand square feet, and had seven bedrooms. Other than the master bedroom, all the others were available for activity. If the door was open, that meant it was either empty or the people inside wanted company or watchers. Each huge room had its own massive bathroom as well, and each was equipped with everything anyone would need, from towels to cleansers to spare sheets and blankets to makeup. The event itself was being hosted by the homeowner, a rich British man, the Duke. He was an actual English Duke, Peter told me, a distant member of the Royal family, but rarely lived back home. He had business interests and homes all over the world, and spent most of his time travelling. With his companion. Her name was Jade. Peter then went on to explain that the word companion, much like in the original bible and other historical documents of that time, meant wife. Jade was a special woman, just like me. Duke was technically married, to the Duchess, but theirs was a marriage of convenience and wealth only, and while he travelled between Monaco and the Bahamas and Southern France and here, the Duchess took care of their home estate, back in England, including the staff, and probably had her own series of lovers. Duke preferred his companion, who Peter had met many times and who he described as the most naturally realistic special woman he'd ever met. He told me that if you weren't aware of her sexuality, you would swear she was a genetic woman. Peter also explained that the main level of the mansion was for socializing only. There would be all sorts of people there, or out on the massive patio with its two gigantic hot tubs, or playing games in the media room or pool table room or any number of other activities. "You are welcome to do as little or as much as you like," Peter said, our commute almost over, "while we're there. If you find someone that interests you, then play! That's what the evening is for." He squeezed my thigh, to reassure me. Not that I needed it, mind you, since I was more excited and enflamed that I can remember. A whole house full of liberated, enlightened, sensual and sexual people, many of them either like me or into women like me. Who in their right mind, or wrong mind for that matter, could object to that? "And you, my love?" I asked. "What do you feel like tonight?" He smiled, and gazed over at me briefly. "No matter what I get up to this evening, my sweet Jessica, know this," he paused, "when we leave tonight, we're driving back to my house, where I hope you will spend the entire night, and if either of us has any energy left, I will make love to you like you have never been made love to. You are a treasure to me, Jessica. I hope you know that." I reached over and lightly ran my fingers over his crotch, where his rock hard cock was obvious and probably stifled somewhat in the confines of his clothes. "Peter, my love, I want nothing less. Whatever goes on this evening, I fully intend on spending the entire night in your bed. With you. Making love." He guffawed a little bit. "Remember, young lady, that I am sixty years old. You're quite a bit younger than I am, so I'm just warning you. Us old guys can't always perform when we want to every single second of the day." "Peter," I said, reassuringly, "even just being held by you all night long is making love, to me." His hand squeezed my leg, and his fingers quickly darted up to caress the tip of my little cock, which was very hard. "Just holding you will be like heaven to me, if it comes to that." "Peter," I said, giggling, "my god, you're the most virile man I know. I'm sure that no matter how much fun you get up to this evening that you'll be more than wanting to make love to me when we get home." He laughed. "You do have that effect on me." Now I laughed. "I guarantee it. I'll get you hard." "You do," he said, his voice now deadly serious. "You get me hard, Jessica. Every time I'm near you. Every time I think about you. I can't believe how far you've come in such a short time, and I thank goodness that I was able to be part of it." "Part of it?" I scoffed, "Peter, you're the main reason for it. Don't get me wrong, Brad started me on this journey. But it wasn't until that day in my office, when you came in to discretely tell me about the small blood stain on my clothes, and then followed me into the bathroom, do you remember?" "Of course, my darling. How could I ever forget?" "That was the day," my voice catching, emotions running through me, "that was the moment when I realized that this wasn't just a fetish, or a passing fancy. Your kindness, your discretion, and your passionate reaction to me, that was when Jessica was born. You did that to me, Peter, my darling man. You." We sat in silence, him driving and me turned to my left, looking at him. His face showed how he was feeling. I could see pride and love and passion and gratitude and joy. Baring my soul was freeing, and not just for me. "That was the moment I began falling in love with you, Peter." He moaned, just slightly. It was the most pleasant and soothing sound I've ever heard. The car hit a bit of a bump, the suspension taking most of the force out, but still we rocked up and down, and the butt plug moved inside me, slightly more into me, opening me even more, the lube still wet and fresh inside me, and I absolutely moaned out loud. Twice. "Are you plugged, sweetheart?" he asked, his experience probably already telling him my answer. "Mmmm, yes I am!" He murmured his happiness for me. Then, after a moment of silence, he spoke again. "I have been falling in love with you since that day as well." Now it was my turn to murmur my joy. "So perhaps tomorrow morning, after sleeping in each other's arms tonight, we can talk about our futures." He paused. "Together." He took his eyes off the road just long enough to look at me, to gauge my reaction. "Yes." That was all I said. And it meant more than just agreeing to talk about our futures, that definitive yes. I meant it as the answer to the unspoken question, the one hanging in the air. And I knew as sure as I knew anything that he understood my yes to be on all levels. Then we just smiled at each other, and he put his eyes back on his driving. "Does this mean you're thinking of letting Jessica out more than part time?" I was suddenly filled with a swell of pride, an explosion of emotions. I wanted to yell in joy, and cry in happiness all at the same time. "Peter, my darling," I breathed out, "I am Jessica. There can be no more part-time for me. I realized it earlier, at Kara's. This is who I am. This is who I want to be. There's no going back anymore. Not in a million billion years. I am Jessica now. Always." "Sweet gurl," was all he said, in an almost reverent tone. Then we drove for a while, my truths in the open. I was freed. My true self, as he'd asked me to be that day in the men's washroom at work. The silence was beautiful, and completely bathed in comfort. I had never been more at peace with myself, and with my world. After a few short minutes, he spoke again. "But to answer your previous question," he continued, "I do believe I'm feeling in a bit of a twink mood tonight." "Oooh, really?" I laughed out loud. "Then he will be the luckiest twink there ever was!" He turned to me, and smiled. "Who says it'll be only one?" We held hands, my fingers entwined with his. It was romantic, and thrilled me so. "You," he said, "will have your pick, my slutty gurl. They'll be lining up to get with you." Finally we got off the main roads and after a few minutes on smaller two-lane country lanes we arrived at a huge property, judging from the tall sturdy fencing that seemed to stretch on forever. Peter turned into an almost hidden driveway, to a gate. He powered down his window and placed his hand outside, holding up his Darlings ring for the camera to see. A few seconds later, the huge iron gate protecting the entrance slid open on a rail, and we began driving again. Just inside the gate, I saw two very large men, dressed for outdoor chilly weather, but serious looking. "Those are security," Peter said. "There are lots of them on the property, and in the mansion, but they are totally discrete, and you won't see them. I helped Duke set up his system here, just after I started in corporate security, after my years in policing." We drove through a heavily-forested area, turning here and there. The property was huge! Eventually we turned to the south and we broke out of the forest, and spread out in front of us was an amazing sight. The huge mansion, another smaller house, and property as far as the eye could see. The front yards were all terraced gardens, some with pools, a couple full of golden fish. Koi I think. The driveway winded around beautifully landscaped areas, some with small chairs and tables or concrete benches. I thought, yes, how wonderful, to sit outside in such an area with a glass of wine or a hot cup of tea and just let nature sweep over you. Closer to the house, and seemingly out of nowhere, a man stepped out of the shadows. He was not tall, but not short. He was Asian, but not Japanese or Chinese. My guess was Vietnamese. He was dressed similarly to the two security guys just inside the front gate. He had the little earpiece thingy coming up from the back of his thick jacket. I wondered if he was armed under his coat. His demeanour was fierce. He looked like a warrior, his stare was so intense. Peter stopped the car, and the man walked over to the driver's window, which Peter buzzed down. "Good evening, Quan," he said calmly and respectfully. "Mr. Evanston," the soldier replied, "good evening to you as well, sir." Then his gaze moved into the car, and he saw me. His eyes opened wide. For a solid military type guy, his lack of height notwithstanding, he could move fast, because before I could say or do anything he was around the front of the car, opening up my door after Peter clicked it, and after extending his hand for me to take, he helped me onto my feet. "Good evening, Miss," he said, softly and with conviction. My tingles revved up considerably. "Good evening," I replied. Peter put the car in park, and got out of his side. He came around the front of the car, although not nearly as fast as Quan, and I slipped my arm inside his. Like a woman would do. Like a wife would do. We walked slowly, the sound of my heels rocketing out and around us. Soft lighting guided us over a small rounded bridge, to a huge portico area directly leading to the front doors, two gigantic huge oaken things, like in olden castles, and manned by two more rugged security men. As we neared, they opened the doors for us, one man on each handle, and we were suddenly bathed in a glowing warmth of light. Peter and I walked into the massive foyer, an area two stories tall, split in the middle with a huge staircase in front of us, rich walnut handrails and opulent carpeted risers, the walls adorned with a variety of works of art, paintings and sculptures and canvases. We could instantly hear noises from all over the house, dozens of voices talking and laughing uproariously from different rooms, the splashes of water from the pool outside, the hum of throbbing sexy music wafting like a fog. As we stepped inside, two masked attendants stepped up, both male and dressed elegantly, and took our coats from us. I felt myself standing taller with pride, out in public in this way, at this kind of an event, surrounded by opulence, wearing the most gorgeous dress I'd ever seen, now holding hands with the man I loved. Moving towards us from the left was a distinguished looking gentleman, with silver hair and big thick glasses and a toothy smile, wearing a paisley smoking jacket and long pinstriped pants. I instantly came to the assumption that this was our host. As he moved towards us, extending his hand out and saying "Peter, my dear old chap, how lovely to see you again," I looked to his left, towards the huge office he had come out of. There, standing in the doorway, was simply the most beautiful human being I had ever seen. That I could ever imagine. That was even possible. She was exotic. She was beauty. She was absolutely fucking gorgeous. Caramel-coloured skin, and much of it showing. Her hair was dark, and flowing behind her as if she was in a wind tunnel, highlighting her round face, and the ostentatious hanging diamond earrings she was wearing. Her face was that of an angel, a seriously sexy angel. Perfect makeup, showcasing huge eyes, dark as a storm, and full round pinkish lips. Her shoulders were bare, as were her arms, save for a diamond encrusted watch on one arm and seriously expensive-looking bracelets on the other. Her dress was skin-tight, and reeked of money. A halter top, tied up behind her head, with thin strips of black silky fabric coming down her front, barely holding in two huge teardrop-shaped braless breasts, sensuously massive on her relatively small frame. The dress flared out over sexy hips, and stopped just below her crotch, barely covering the tops of her thigh-high stockings. Her legs were shapely and gorgeous and long and feminine and led to dark black pumps with about four or five inch heels. I was mesmerized by her. My tingles were suddenly higher than Jupiter. I'd been cruising along at a heightened level since Peter and I had left Kara's shop, but now I was swirling and twirling inside, my tingles zipping and zapping here and there and everywhere, unrestrained by decorum or rules. I was beside myself with tingles. So much so, that I didn't hear Peter talking to me at first. "Jessica, may I introduce Duke?" I turned to see our host, staring at me, his right hand extended. I reached out to shake his hand, still stunned by the woman off to the left, and he gently took my hand in his and raised it to his lips, softly kissing the back of my hand. His lips were delightful! "Duke, this is my very special friend, the lovely Jessica Kurva." Duke kissed my hand three times. "My word," he whispered, "you are a most enchanting sight. Truly a vision of beauty. Welcome to our home, lovely gurl." "Thank you, Duke," I whispered. "It is the most beautiful I've ever seen." Reaching to his right with a free hand, he beckoned her to come join us. "And may I introduce the love of my life, my companion? Jade, this is Jessica!" She glided across the foyer's tile floor and took his hand. Her eyes never left me. "I'm so very pleased to meet you," she said, her voice soft and delicate, with no trace of a British accent. "Peter is one of our oldest and dearest friends, and it's wonderful to see him so happy again. You've obviously brought a great deal of joy to his life." I nodded at her. "And he has brought even more to mine." Her eyes were dark, and almond-shaped. They were like storms, raging and blustering, and yet hypnotically entrancing. I was being drawn in, like a tractor beam, to this woman's soul. And I thought, this can't be a special woman, can it? She's far too feminine and perfect to be like me, she has to be genetically this way, right? Wrong. She turned her face to present her cheek to Peter, who leaned down and softly kissed it. And it was then, and only then, when her face was in profile to me, that I saw the lump in her neck. Her Adam's apple. She was like me! Except, I realized, that she was the epitome of perfection, the exemplar of feminine beauty. So we might be alike, but we weren't the same. Raucous laughter came spilling out of one of the rooms next to us. Peter was holding my hand again, gently squeezing it, reassuring me and comforting me. The four of us stood, the three of them continuing to smile and gaze at me. Finally, Duke spoke. "My dear, I must beg your pardon for just a few minutes and beg you to allow me to take your man from you. Peter, I wonder if I might have a word regarding some business matters before you begin your partying." "Of course, Duke," he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek and whisper in my ear. "Be your true self tonight, Jessica. Enjoy everything your heart desires. You're among friends." He and Duke moved off towards the office, and Jade slid noiselessly beside me, her hand finding mine, her fingers entwining with mine, soft and sensuous and warm. I instantly felt her warmth rush through me, filling my body and soul with happiness. "May I show you our home?" she asked. "Mmmm, please!" Hand in hand, we began our tour. The formal living room had almost twenty people in it, half of them men of various shapes and sizes, the other half gurls like me. Some of them were dressed for the finest of formal affairs, others were more tarty. Two of them were draped all over each other, softly kissing. Jade mentioned a few names, here and there, and we stopped briefly a few times to say hello. I was in awe of everything and everyone. This mansion was full of energy, the most positive and enriching vibes flowing through me. Liberated, enlightened sexual souls, enjoying the freedom of the moment to shrug off the bounds of modern-day morals and be themselves, celebrating their dreams and desires. And kinks, of course. We moved to a ballroom of sorts, which included more people in various states of dress and undress. Panty boys and cross-dressers and twinks and more men. Laughter was everywhere, as was the aroma of marijuana. I saw a few joints being smoked, here and there. There was a half-naked cross-dresser playing the nine-foot concert grand piano, a gorgeous body in panties and bra, a decidedly un-feminine moustache on her upper lip. Jade's fingers never left mine, and she moved me through to the dining hall, and kitchen. The staff onsite were preparing and serving a variety of food, trays of nibblies and liquid refreshments covering the massive dining table. Out onto a covered patio, we met lots of people, talking and laughing and sharing in the joys of the festivities. There were two massive hot tubs, one on either end of the patio, and both were about half-full. One was strictly women, and judging by the number of exposed breasts I guess that most if not all were genetic. Jade whispered to me. "They're the wives. Their husbands are cross- dressers, or panty boys, or bi men who love us gurls, enjoying a special night out. Some of the women are bi, of course." We watched as two women in the tub, shoulder to shoulder, and hands unseen below the water line, kissed softly. Even most of the other women in the tub were watching, getting turned on by the sight of the erotically-charged lip- lock. "I don't think either one of those women started out as bi," Jade said, "but by the looks of things, they'll both be that way by the end of the night." I smiled, immeasurably happy for them. The other hot tub was half-full of men, all sorts of them. Some were naked, some were in tight speedos. A few were twinks, but most were older, middle-aged or above. One man looked like a steroid-enhanced Albert Einstein, and he had an arm around two younger guys, boys almost, who were giggling and nuzzling their faces into Alberts neck and chest. As we stood on the patio, looking out over the estate, the moon high in the east, I shivered. "Are you cold, Jessica?" Jade asked, suddenly concerned, "we can go back inside the house." "No," I said, and smiled at her, "I'm not cold at all. I've just never felt this alive before, this free..." I was struggling to find words to describe what was going through me. I took a giant breath, in and out, feeling the crispness of the air pulse through me. A particular scent hit me. "Do I smell lavender? I asked her. She smiled. "Good nose, babe! We have a small farm of lavender on the property. Would you like to see?" I nodded my approval, and she began leading me down a pathway, away from the house and the noise and the partying. We walked in silence, enjoying the moment. Two special women, hand in hand, dressed as sexily as can be, and just beginning to become the best of friends. We walked into a garden area, with arbors of cedar here and there, creating small spaces to sit and enjoy. At one point she nodded at a bench, and I understood her to mean that we should sit. Together. She just stared into my eyes. Hard and fierce. There was a fire inside her, blazing through her body and out into mine. She was without question the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, bar none. I was lost in her eyes, dark and passionate. We continued to hold hands, silently, her thoughts communicating to me through looks only. And of course, mine going to her as well. "You are so lovely," she said, "especially for a relative new-comer." "Thank you," I whispered, "that means so much, coming from you, someone who is just the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen in my entire life." Her smile was out of this world, and made my tingles explode again. "You find me attractive?" she asked. I could only nod. How do I find the words, I thought, to adequately describe that which is ephemeral and can't be described? "Jade, you are the single most beautiful woman in the world." The gardens did have built-in lighting, but it was soft and subdued, and so I almost missed her head, moving towards mine. But at the last second I saw her, nearing me, her plump juicy wet lips headed for mine, and I had just enough time to ready myself. But nothing could come close to preparing me for the spark I felt when her lips touched mine. Out here, in the gardens, at night, with the lowest of light levels around us, and when the skin of her gorgeous lips met mine, it was as if the entire world lit up. As if a trillion flash- bulb cameras went off at once, perfectly timed, totally bathing us in the whitest and brightest of lights, all trying to capture the perfect picture. The perfect image of two special women, all doodied up, dressed to the nines, softly kissing. A more erotic and romantic image the world has never seen. And I realized that here, in this new world of mine, I had never ever felt as feminine, or as wanted, before. Jade and I kissed, for probably half an hour. Just kissed. But it was the best kissing of my life, and made most of the other kissing I'd done in my life pale in comparison, save for the last two weeks. Her lips were like the sexiest of pillows, inviting and enticing and alluring, and after a few minutes of rather chaste simple soft touches, her tongue delicately snuck into my mouth and we both moaned a little and then we really went to town. The din of the crowd back at the house was still there, but all I could really hear was the smacking sounds our lips were making. The best kissing, bar none. Then we just hugged, softly, and stared into each other's eyes. I was lost in euphoria with her, transported by her beauty and femininity away to that part of the universe I wanted to live in forever. Sensual joy. Sensual eroticism. Sensual nirvana. Eventually, she sighed. "I should get back to being the hostess," she whispered. I nodded. "Of course, I understand. I've kept you too long, haven't I?" She squeezed my hands, wanting my attention. I looked at her, studied her face, her feelings evident to me instantly. Love, affection, desire, and so much more. "Please promise me that you'll find time to spend with me later this evening?" I kissed her, once. With no tongue. Just lipstick to lipstick. "I promise, with all my heart. I can't imagine not spending time with you, Jade." Her smile nearly lit up the dark outside nighttime. "I'm so happy, Jessica." "Me too." "We can be best friends forever, please?" I nodded, enthusiastically. "Now," she said, standing us up, "you go and have some fun! This is a party, after all!" We kissed again, fully hugging each other, her body melting into mine, her enormous breasts pressing into my smaller ones, our bodies quivering and shaking and trembling. I was hornier than I'd ever been, and my panties showed it. Hers were equally full. We rubbed ourselves together a little, both of us almost squealing at the delight. One last kiss, and she was off, back towards the house. I watched her walk away, her ass swaying naturally, reminding me of just how innately fucking sexy and womanly she was. My hero? Perhaps. I stayed in the garden, sitting back down on the bench. I was awash with emotions, and feelings, almost to the point of over-dosing. Here, little old me, amongst all this grandeur, and amidst dozens of truly inspired and liberated sexual beings. I thought, this has to be heaven on earth. Then my tingles ramped up again, as if it was a radar, and I knew that someone was close by, although I couldn't see them and hadn't heard them at all. I wasn't disturbed by it, or worried. I felt hopelessly safe and righteous with the world. "Who's there?" I asked out loud. A body moved through the arbor and stood in front of me. I looked up into his face. Quan. The security man. "Are you alright, Miss? Do you need anything?" I considered his question for a moment. Did I need anything? The answer, of course, was right in front of me. He was standing. I was sitting. His body was about three feet away, and his crotch was more or less directly at my eye-level. And even in the relative darkness, I could see he was erect. Hard. Brilliantly hard. For me? My tingles gave me the answer. "Yes, Quan, there is something I need." "How can I be of help, Miss?" I smiled. "You can let me suck your cock." Now he smiled. The first time I'd seen him not looking fierce, and I decided he had a delightful grin. "Miss, I am on duty, and that would technically be against the rules." "Fuck the rules, Quan." He considered his situation for all of about two seconds, and then I heard his zipper coming down. One gigantic step forward, and there it was! My mouth just automatically opened, my lips encircling the head of his cut six inches. He had a few oozes of precum already flowing and they were tangier than any I'd ever had before. YUM! I closed my eyes, and began taking him into my wet hot mouth. As naturally as breathing, as routine as opening my eyes in the morning, this man's cock slid into me, into the opening of my throat, filling me with flesh, and filling my soul with joy. Jessica Kurva, slutting again! He began immediately pumping his cock into me, trying to fuck my mouth. I fully expected his hands to come down on my head, but perhaps he was worried about pushing things too far, or perhaps he was concerned with mussing my wig up. Either way, he kept his hands to his sides and just began thrusting his hips back and forth. Sliding his cock into my mouth and then back out again, faster and faster and faster. I could hear his breathing get heavier and quicker. I could almost feel his cum getting warm and ready for release, and I moved my left hand from his thigh to his balls, feeling for them in the darkness, rubbing them, caressing them, sensing that they'd already begun their tightening up, preparing themselves for the imminent explosion. Which happened three sucks later. No warning, no notice, no gentle tap on my head or shoulders. One second his cock was throbbing and hot in my mouth, on my tongue, and the next second he was pulsing out his cum, rich and creamy and tasty! Three full ropes, which I hungrily swallowed, were followed by two shorter shots, thinner and milkier, and I hummed my approval. YUM! After cleaning his cock off of the last few drops of cum, I looked up into his eyes. He thanked me, non-verbally at first, as his heavy breathing relented, and then out loud as he was zipping up his pants. "My pleasure," was all I said. He straightened himself up, and then offered to escort me back to the house. "No, Quan, thank you," I said, "I think I'd like to stay out here for a few more minutes. This night air does wonders for my peace of mind." "Of course, Miss," he answered, "if you need anything don't hesitate to ask. Either me or any of my crew will be delighted to assist you. And, thank you again, for...for the..." I smiled. "The blowjob? Don't mention it, Quan. I adored it!" I LOVE MY TINGLES! I rested for a bit, revelling in my wanton mood. The party was going strong back at the house, and it called to me. Returning to the house, I moved amongst the crowd. A man in black leather chaps and nothing else walked up to me and offered me a joint, so I took a gigantic lungful of the delightful weed, feeling it fill my body with relaxation. His big hairy arm moved around me, hugging me, his hand resting on my ass cheek. Handing the doobie back to him, I let my fingers trace down his bare hairy chest, and then over top of his erection. He was about the same size as me, truth be told, and quivering. At one point I looked over to the hot tub, and there standing amongst the twinks in their tight little swimsuits was Peter. He was talking to a cutie, a young man, slighter than me in size, wearing a barely-there speedo in electric blue. Peter had a hand on the lad's ass, and they were quietly whispering to each other and exchanging quick little soft kisses. I was so amazingly happy for Peter. My man. The man I was going home with tonight, no matter what happened here at the party. But I wasn't getting any additional tingles from him, so I teased him a little bit and then moved on. The munchies came upon me quickly, and I moved to the dining hall and enjoyed a few noshes. I saw Jade by the front door, and as if she knew I was near she looked away from the people she was greeting to see me, her smile widening and her eyes flashing lightning bolts of passion at me. In the media room there was sissy porn playing on a gigantic screen. I saw a man who looked a lot like my high school English teacher making out with a pretty sissy, wearing a short pinafore skirt and ridiculously high-heeled shoes and about a pound of lipstick smeared over her lips and face. His face too. In the movie, a stripped down sissy was being spit-roasted, an impressive-sized white cock pummelling in and out of her mouth, while an even bigger black cock was ramming into her pussy. The stereo sounds coming from the movie were filling the room, all the grunts and groans and throbbing background music and squishy sounds blaring out at me, exciting me and propelling me. I watched the man who reminded me of Mr. Jackson grab the sissy's hand and they got up, heading for the stairs. I knew where they were going. One of the bedrooms, of course. That sexy little sissy was about to get fucked, that much I was sure of. I was so happy for her. I was even more determined that I needed the same thing. So I looked around, trying to focus my tingles on anyone who ramped me up. I got low-level tremors from a few men, and one other dresser, but nothing that instantly made me want them right then and there. Moving into a new room, a rather informal living room, there were more sexy people, dancing and laughing and hugging and enjoying themselves. I saw Jade again, being the devoted hostess, moving amongst her guests, smiling and talking and loving her life. She saw me too. It was like she had the same tingly radar that I have, and both of us were targeted on each other. She was in another world, for me. I had to have time with her, I decided. And not just tonight. A few minutes later, everything changed for me. I was admiring a painting on the wall at the back end of the foyer. It reminded me of a Monet, and I began to wonder if Duke was rich enough to afford something like that. Then I took another look around, and realized that of course he was. They were. Jade had said "our house", and "our property". She was his companion, which Peter had explained meant she was in effect his wife. Maybe it wasn't altogether legal, I reasoned, but it seemed like it was as solid as any marriage I'd ever known, or heard about. I began to build questions in my mind. I was dying to find out more about their relationship, their status, with each other, and with the rest of the world. But that's when the needle on my tingle-meter busted past the post. Over the top. Gonzo. Off the charts. Walking in the front door was a god. An ebony god. Ricky Ray somebody-or-other. I couldn't remember his last name. But I knew him. Everybody did. He had been a professional athlete, a football player. He was a star, and he sported a garishly-lavish huge championship ring on one of his thick fingers. Now he did sports broadcasting, on one of the local channels. He also did a lot of community events. I remember a few years ago he was selected as one of the cities twelve most eligible bachelors for a charity calendar. He was Mr. April. My ex-wife had it up on our kitchen wall. I recall she'd commented a couple of times about his body. It was world-class. Even in those days, long before Jessica was born, I had admired him. According to the calendar, he was six foot eight, two hundred and seventy pounds, and built like the proverbial brick shit house. In the picture, they'd had him strip down to just a pair of exercise shorts, which were skin tight. It was meant to look like he'd been working out, and there was the most seductive sheen of perspiration on his dark skin. Once, my ex saw me staring at it as she walked by and I remember vividly her saying "yeah, what a body on that man!" She was right. Chiseled from marble, was my thought. The blackest marble ever found in any quarry. His pecs were hairless and huge, his nipples hard and blacker than coal. His six pack abs were a thing of beauty, his legs were toned masterpieces, and the considerable lump in his shorts was prominent. A blind person could have seen it. At the time I pushed the thoughts out of my mind, the ones about black men and their cock sizes. Then, I was the boring man I used to be, and I didn't consider sensibilities like that. Now, I wanted to know. I had to know. Jessica needed to know. Apparently his tingles also went soaring, because I saw his head moving quickly around, looking, surveying, trying to take in as much as he could, trying to find who was sending him signals of total unmitigated lust. Me, I hoped. Jade came gliding to the front door, and he smiled a thousand-watt beam at her and gathered her up in his arms. He had to seriously lean over, being so tall, and even though she's more or less the same height as me, even in heels, she looked small and dainty in his embrace. They kissed, a little more than chastely, and I could see them whispering words to each other. Then he put her down, and began his visual search again. I walked towards them, slowly, with plenty of sway in my hips. I was like a big-game hunter, moving in for the kill. I don't know why, but I just sensed that here was a giant of a man who needed one particular thing in his life, and that I was the special woman to give it to him. As my heels clacked on the Italian marble tiles, his head shot up, and he looked at me. And it was like in that instant the entire rest of the world ceased to exist for him. There was just me. Jade saw me approaching and I heard her say my name to him. He walked towards me, looming over me, the whites of his eyes huge, the whites of his teeth huge, the rest of him darker than any human being I've ever met before. He had the tiniest little moustache and goatee, that on most men would have looked amateurish, but on him gave him a gravitas, a masculine presence. "Jessica?" he asked. I nodded, both to acknowledge my name, and to let him know that I was his, if he wanted. I was blasting out my desires wordlessly, effortlessly. Shamelessly. When we got with touching distance, he placed his gigantic hands on my shoulders, staring down into my eyes. His gaze was hypnotic. I had him, in my sights. He was mine. "My name is Ricky Ray," he whispered. I nodded. "I've seen you on t.v." "You are a sexy little thang, aren't you?" he asked. I nodded again. "Thank you." "Uh uh, sugar gurl, it's Ricky Ray who should be thanking you." "For what?" I asked. "For making me feel the way I'm feeling right now, baby gurl." I smiled. "And how are you feeling right now, Ricky Ray?" He looked down at his own body, his own crotch. So I did too. And what I saw scared me. Daunted me. Shocked me. There was a small tree growing in his slacks. No, check that. A huge tree growing in his pants. "You want some of this?" he asked, "cause it sure as fuck wants you." I reached over and ran a finger down the length of his cock, constrained as it was by his clothing. It felt hot, sizzling hot, to the touch. And amazingly hard. "There's eleven solid inches for you, baby gurl, if you think you can handle it." His smile was mega-watt. I could have melted in that smile. "I've never had anything that big before, Ricky Ray," I said, teasingly. But I wasn't lying. He was longer than Vladimir, for sure, and from the feel of things, much thicker than Peter or Brad. "Lotsa gurls can't get this much black dick up inside them, baby," he bragged. "Big black cock like I'm swinging, it'll rock your world! If you can take it." I laughed, and stepped up on my tippy toes, bringing my face closer to his. "Then you better rock my world, Ricky Ray, right now!" His head quickly descended on mine, and his huge black lips enveloped my mouth, completely dominating me physically. And yet there was genuine romance to it as well, which made my heart smile even more, and then his big snake of a tongue slithered into my mouth, commanding me, taking me, like his cock would soon do to my pussy. When we broke our kiss, he took my hand in his and began walking us towards the massive staircase. Jade was still standing by the front door, and the smile she flashed us was intoxicating. Her eyes caught mine and they sizzled with bolts of energy. She was congratulating me, encouraging me, perhaps even a little jealous of me. Who knows? Maybe she's had Ricky Ray in the past, and she was just deliciously teasing me with what she knows I have coming up. The first bedroom we passed had an open door, but we heard noises inside that sounded distinctly like two people fucking and we both silently agreed that we didn't want this first one to be with anyone else. We needed alone time, just the two of us. A gigantic black man, a specimen of masculinity seemingly unsurpassed, and me, Jessica the slut, in my gorgeous dress, my pussy hole quivering around my butt plug in spurts and spasms. I was itching for it! The second door was closed, but the third was open. Ricky Ray closed it and locked it as we entered, and I went to stand at the foot of the bed, turning to face him. The hunger in his eyes, even in the subdued lighting, was unmistakable. This was a very horny man. "You ready, gurl?" "You know it, Ricky Ray." As he walked towards me, he was rubbing his cock, through his pants. It looked like he was stroking a third leg. "Mmm, you are so fine," he said, licking his lips and looking me up and down. I was a little nervous, but not much. My tingles were beyond normal now, almost carrying me into the outer atmosphere, trying to lift me up off the ground, defying gravity. When he was six feet away from me, he stopped. And grinned even more. Then he undid his belt, and unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the ground. His boxer briefs were failing at trying to contain the animal inside them, his cock now just positively huge, massive, and my mouth was watering. In a flash his shirt and underwear were gone, and he stood before me. Nearly seven feet of man, nearly three hundred pounds. Toned, ripped, statue-like muscles rippled at me, enticing me, daring me. "I'm gonna get up inside you gurl, till you will be begging me to stop." I shook my head. "Never stop with me, Ricky Ray." He laughed. "Careful what you wish for, gurl. You aint never had dick this big, it could be more than you can handle!" I shook my head again. "I am Jessica Kurva. Kurva is a Hungarian word. It means slut." He laughed again. "Slut? I like that!" I dropped to my knees, in front of him. "You'll like this even more, Ricky Ray. Bring me that cock. I need to suck it." He wrapped a hand around his own shaft and shook it at me. It was blacker than he was, although the head was a slightly redder colour, almost purplish. And huge. Just mind-blowing. The head of this cut meat missile alone was bigger than a lot of other men's cocks, I thought. Never mind there's another seven or so inches of shaft to deal with. And it was throbbing, visibly, up and down. A huge wriggly vein wound its way up the top of the shaft, looking like a major highway on a road map from an atlas. His balls were hairless, and the size of ostrich eggs. I wanted to bathe them in my mouth. He stepped the final foot forward, and with his cock erect and pointing up it was the easiest thing in the world for me to lean forward and envelop his left testicle in my mouth. I hummed my approval, and bathed it with my tongue. He chuckled above me, in that deep on-air broadcasting voice of his. "That's it gurly gurl, get them balls all good and wet." And I did. I bathed them both, one after the other. I tried to get both in my mouth too, but I just couldn't open my mouth up wide enough. Which made me worried, a little, for just a second, about how I'd get his cock into me. But just for a second. Then I let go of his balls, and brought my lips to the tip of his cock. Looking up at him and winking, I kissed the pee hole. Lightly. Just a touch, my lipsticked lips up against the very edge of his skin. "Yeah, baby, get me good and wet for your pussy!" Then he slowly fed me a few inches. My eyes rolled back in my head, so I closed the lids, and concentrated on his cock in my mouth. Whipping my tongue back and forth on the underside, I took more in, his massive helmet touching the opening to my throat. My nature just made me start sucking, like I was trying to take in the biggest drink I'd ever had, my cheeks caving and hollowing. I popped one eye open briefly, and all I could see in front of me was the darkest black cock shaft. It looked like there was still a mile or more of it to go. I'd never get all that in me. He sensed my apprehension, I suppose. "Time to swallow now, baby gurl." He pushed a little bit, and I swallowed, and the giant purple head eased into my throat. I was huffing and puffing all my air in and out of my nostrils, which were flaring open, like a horse's nose while it's galloping. And I thought the horse analogy was appropriate. Ricky Ray would put some Clydesdales to shame. Jessica had only been in this world for two weeks, and while Ricky Ray wasn't the first cock I'd ever sucked on, he was without question the biggest, the longest and the thickest, and I wasn't used to deep throating anything yet, so a couple more inches went down into me and then I gagged. He sensed my discomfort, and eased off a little, allowing me to get back control of my breathing and my throat, and a couple of seconds later as I was relaxing he just shoved himself into me further. OH MY FUCKING GOD! Both of us moaned. "Yeah," he breathed out heavily, "take that black cock, you slutty gurl!" Those kinds of words just spurred me on, and I doubled down, swallowing and slurping, filling the room with my lewd mouth sounds, and trying with all my energy to get his entire monster penis into my wind pipe, but he didn't try to go much further. I then just bathed him, salivating unlike any other time in my life, washing his darkness with my love. I sucked on him, and teased his balls for a few more minutes. He was softly cooing and encouraging me, telling me what a sexy slut I was, and how he couldn't wait to tap my pussy. I guess that thought became overpowering in his mind, because he slowly eased that amazing black cock, now half covered with my spit and shining in the muted light, out of me. My lips tried to recapture the head as it left my mouth, giving it one last kiss and suck before he took a step back. "Up on the bed now, baby, on your back." I stood on slightly wobbly legs and more or less fell straight back, landing on the mattress, my legs splayed open. As I fell, I grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it up for him, all the way up to just under my breasts, showing him my smooth milky-white tummy. He moved quickly, lightning fast, and began caressing the insides of my thighs, his gigantic fingers sending thrills of delight into me. Then he reached and pulled my panties to the side, and I raised my legs in the air to give him the access he wanted. A big finger slipped down over my little cock and balls and taint, and then he smiled like a Cheshire cat when he felt the base of my butt plug. With care and kindness he slowly eased it out me, which left my pussy gaping for him. I heard the plug make a dull thud as it hit the floor, and then he came closer again, the tip of his cock making glancing touches on my thighs as it bobbed and weaved. One finger slipped into my pussy, with no hesitation, and he flowed into me all the way. He was a huge man, and had long fingers, and I felt like just that was as good as a cock, but he seemed to read my mind. "Baby gurl, I'm gonna open you up now, ya hear?" I gasped out a yes. His left hand grabbed my right leg on the inside of the bend of my knee, and pushed backwards, tilting my ass upwards. I didn't know where his right hand was, until I felt his cock head up against my pussy hole. He was holding his cock, aiming it into me. "Once you go black," he said, and thrust forward, splitting me in two, making me see stars, making the world collapse like a puff of smoke, until there was just rays of light moving around me, as my body adjusted to the intrusion. "You aint ever goin back," he grunted, and with a forceful look on his face, he shoved himself the rest of the way into me. All the way. Eleven monstrously thick inches of black cock, all the way into my body. My insides had never been touched this far deeply, or this widely before, and there was some discomfort as I just naturally tried to get used to it. He must have been able to sense it, because he held himself there. He could probably feel my channel as it searched for relaxation, searched for the right position to be in. "Breathe, gurl, breathe," he admonished me. I took three great big breaths, and my heart rate started coming down some. Not to normal, which neither of us wanted, but close. And then my Jessica slutty instincts cut in, a little late in the game I thought, and I eased and settled and conformed to him. All the tension inside of me went out, just like that. Like a switch was pushed, a circuit completed. It made me sigh with pleasure, the loudest sigh of my life, and it filled me with pride, and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, fiercely. I moved my hips, rotating my pussy towards him a little. Letting him know I was ready. I was wanting it. I was needing him to fuck me now, with his ebony python. "That's it, gurl! That's it! Feel me up inside you. Feel that nigga cock, taking you. I'm gonna fill you with my cum, gurl, once I'm done." We smiled at each other, and then his right hand found the back of my left knee, and he pushed my legs back even further. Now my ass was very tilted towards him, towards his body, giving him a much better angle. For fucking me. I was completely in my place. Jessica was alive and horny, and absolutely full of cock. And the winds of the universe were whipping around us, warming us and cajoling us. "Now's our time, Jessica gurl." "Oh my god, yes, Ricky Ray," I breathed out, "fuck me now baby, fuck me!" He began withdrawing from me, until almost all eleven inches were gone, and then he just slammed himself back into me, all the way, to the hilt. A slight scream erupted from me, in the most feminine of tones, high and breathy. "Ooooh Ricky Ray!" "Take that cock, slut!" Then he began stroking in and out of me. His face got the most serious look on it, and a tiny bead of sweat came rolling down his forehead. Long powerful strokes, followed by a moments rest inside, came upon me, each thrust further opening me, molding me to his cock, touching my intestines in ways they weren't used to. Shaping me. Completing me. For minutes, or perhaps hours, on end, he drove into me. And some strokes were harder than others, while some were delivered with a little grind of his body into me, his pelvis slamming into me, his cock alternately touching me in slightly different ways inside. On one stroke in particular, he moved himself in an entirely different way, and I lost it. My entire body inside just cramped up, spasming, my skin twitching all over my body, convulsions of erotic waves rippling through me, my eyes shooting open, my mouth gaping open, a ferocious and strangled scream literally ripping out of my lungs, unintelligible sounds, surrounded by the whitest purest shimmering stars, and I gushed out cum from my cock, shooting up my tummy, covering my belly, dripping onto the bedsheets and into the mattress, a tsunami of cum, more than I'd ever shot in my entire life combined, the entire king-sized bed rocking with us. And then Ricky Ray started screaming. Piercing loud wails, moans and gasps and growls. His pace quickened, his hammering cock pistoning in and out of my pussy, the sweat pouring off him now, onto my thighs and dribbling sensuously down towards my bum. "GURL, YOU WERE BUILT FOR FUCKING!" he yelled. "RICKY RAY!!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I lost most of my consciousness. I was in an elevated state, floating between awake and passed out. He just kept battering into me, eleven gloriously thick inches, rearranging my insides with every thrust. And then, out of nowhere, I started screaming again, in abject and total ecstasy, and my entire body just started spasming. Every cell inside me began exploding, red hot, and my little cock stretched up taller than it had ever been and just started spewing cum, like molten steel out of a blast furnace. A veritable flood of cream landed on my previous pile, all over my midriff. My mouth kept making noises, but I was totally unaware of what I was saying. Mostly it was just a never ending soliloquy of high-pitched vowels and guttural moans. I was beyond lucidity. This huge black man just kept ramming his cock into my pussy, screaming words and parts of sentences himself. I vaguely recall hearing "you were built for fucking" a couple of more times, as well as "Ricky Ray is all up inside you gurl," and "I'm deep up in ya, babe...all the way, baby gurl" and "take that black cock" and no doubt other phrases too. At one point my hands, which had been splayed out beside me, reached up and I began pinching my own nipples, through my dress and my bra. I was chugging with energy, most of it being supplied by his cock, and my pinch turned into a full out pull and tug. "Dat's it, gurl, squeeze them nipples," he breathed out, and then, as if he somehow found another gear, a higher level of expressing his sexual outlets, Ricky Ray altered his pace, just harder and harder and harder and faster and faster and faster. I was in oblivion. He started screaming "TAKE THAT BLACK COCK!!!!" I began wailing, "RICKY RAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" More and more and more and more, although for how long I don't know, and little rivers of weak-looking cum just kept oozing out of my little cock, whether it was hard or soft. And it was soft, most of the time, which just pushed my joy even higher for some reason. And then finally, this magnificent stallion of a lover roared again, and launched into his final few strokes inside me, burying each thrust as hard as he could, his eyes clenched shut, my entire body rocking, the bed shifting back and forth, the giant four poster headboard banging into the wall behind it. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The last thing I remember is feeling him cum inside me, deep down in my bowels, a fire hydrant turned on full blast, accompanied by his guttural roar. After that, I have only a few wisps of images. At one point, I felt him fall down on top of me, his great cock still fully embedded in my cunt. Three hundred pounds, more or less, just fell on me like a ton of bricks, his body hot and sweaty and smelling like pure sex. Musk and sweat and the smell of cum, his and mine, filled the room. He had his head next to mine, covering my body, flattening me into the king-sized mattress, simply enveloping me in masculine protection and love. His big lips kissed my earlobe, and the side of my neck, and he was whispering things to me, but I didn't retain any of them. I was lost, in the ether, somewhere between sanity and bozoland. Later, although I don't know how much later, he was dressed, and covering me with a blanket. My eyes were open, and I could see things and hear things, but mostly I was almost vegetative. He leaned over me and kissed me at one point, my lips seeking his out, his tongue sweetly filling my mouth, and I sucked on it, instinctively, like a baby to a teat. A short time later I'm sure I heard the sound of the bedroom door opening, and his voice booming that "that gurl was built for fucking" to someone. My next vision was of someone slipping the blanket off me, and a body sitting down on the mattress next to me, and a warm washcloth gently being daubed on my belly. I opened my eyes slowly. It was Jade. She was looking at me with pride, and with a knowing understanding of what I was going through. She smiled and wiped up some of the cum I'd spewed all over my middle. She had to turn the cloth over, there was so much of it. After the second wipe, she winked at me, and lowered her head, her tongue coming out of her luscious lips and she took a big swipe of cum off of me. Looking straight into my eyes, she savoured the taste of it for a few seconds, and then very obviously swallowed. Swallowed my cum. If looks could make a person orgasm again, I would have. I have never seen anything as sexy as Jade swallowing my seed, watching her reactions as it slithered its way into her tummy. Then she looked at me, hard, finally leaning over and giving me the lightest and softest of kisses. Then she whispered to me. "Let's get you cleaned up, sweetie." She helped me up, onto the wobbliest legs I've ever had, and, holding my dress up with one hand so it didn't get stained, she wrapped her other arm around me and escorted me to the grand bathroom. The shower was a walk-in, and huge. She got me to hold my dress up, while she carefully took my wig off, placing it gently on the counter. Then, between the two of us, we got my dress up and over my head, being extra careful not to let the fabric touch my face, making sure it didn't get stained with makeup. She turned the water on in the shower, and after a few seconds of checking it with her hand, she guided me to it. "Stand just inside, Jessica," she whispered, "so the water stays off your face and doesn't ruin Kara's work." I was surprised a little. "Do you know Kara?" I asked. "Of course," she said, smiling, "she's a Darling, and she always has gorgeous sexy clothes to buy!" Her hands guided me in to the shower, and after making sure the water was just on my body, and that it wasn't too hot, and that I could stand on my own, she closed the glass door most of the way. The steam of the hot water filled the space, and my lungs. It was invigorating. I could feel life coming back into me, slowly. My ass felt sore, like I'd just ridden a horse for about a thousand miles at full gallop. I suppose in some figurative way I had! I found the strength to grab a bottle off of one of the shelves. It was a body wash, and it smelled faintly of honeysuckle. I poured some onto my skin and began sudsing it up, cleaning myself, feeling the residue of all that cum wash off me. As I worked my way down my body, my hands naturally found my ass cheeks, and I lathered them up, marvelling like I always do now at the smoothness of my skin. My fingers ventured further, into my crack, and down to my pussy hole. It felt wrinkly, and maybe slightly swollen. It felt better than it had ever felt. There was also liquid there, just seeping out. Ricky Ray's cum. I got some on the tip of my finger, and brought it to my lips. It had that just-fucked smell to it, and turned my tingles back up again. I dropped the blob on the tip of my tongue, relishing its salty goodness. I murmured, and dropped my fingers back down, sticking two of them inside myself, searching for more of my black lover's seed. Rewarded with a big sloppy glob, I quickly brought them to my lips and sucked them in, humming my joy out loud. I felt the air move around me, in the shower, and before I could turn I felt Jade's hands come down on my hips, from behind me. She pulled me a little towards her, and that's when I felt it. Her cock. Hard, and throbbing. I spun my head, and she stood behind me, her skin glowing golden caramel, her body hairless, no tan lines at all, those magnificent breasts hanging on her chest like gigantic bronze pears, sliced in half from top to bottom and stuck on her. But they didn't look like surgical alterations, strangely enough. Not like some of the transsexuals I'd seen on line, with their obviously fake boobs. Jade's breasts were works of art. Those fucking fantastic tits looked real, and spectacular. I didn't have much time to appreciate them. Her face came zooming at me, her mouth meeting mine, her tongue shooting straight into me. Our kiss lasted a few moments, and then she just looked me in the eyes. "I don't usually top, but I just can't resist you Jessica." She moved then, her cock into my pussy hole, and her hands, sliding up my sides and cupping my breasts, pinching on my nipples just as hard as she could. The sound of my moan, echoing off the tiles of the massive shower stall, was the sweetest music I'd ever heard. And it didn't hurt that she moaned too, as her cock head slipped inside me, easily finding room in my gaping channel, and pushing all the way until her body rocked into mine. I arched my back, and spread my hands out on the far wall, the water cascading down on both of us, from our right side. "Make love to me, Jade," I begged her. "With pleasure, my sweet Jessica." Our sex was wet and languid and un-rushed, her cock, slightly smaller than Brad's but still hard and pulsing and making my insides tingle anew, pushing into me with a building momentum. My little cock started dribbling out white liquid again, at a very slow rate. And I wasn't hard, not at all, and yet it felt like I was gently orgasming inside. All the time. On-going. Constant. Unrelenting. I had become an orgasm machine, finely tuned and set to just keep on cumming, in little spurts of liquid, but giant twitches and ticks inside me. She fucked me, with love and understanding and passion. She was fully involved, her hands alternating between gripping onto my nipples as if they were life-saving equipment and running all over my tummy, in giant circles, sparking little tremors inside me wherever she touched. Bang bang bang bang bang we went, our breathing hard and quick and staccato, our bodies slapping together, water splashing in every direction from our bodies smashing together, rhythmically swaying and gyrating. This amazing and gorgeous woman was loving me, burying herself inside me. I had clarity back, these ministrations of hers into my pussy waking my soul again, and the fog I'd been in since Ricky Ray had started fucking me earlier was gone. I had all my senses again, all my capabilities. I started banging back into her, trying to match her movements so I could time her bottoming out in me perfectly. She'd thrust forward, I'd move backwards. Like a finely-tuned machine. Like a Swiss watch, it's movements not made of tiny perfect pieces of metal but instead made of two human sexual beings, in perfect sync, achieving the greatest plane of existence there is. Feminine sexual power. With a dash of cock thrown in for good fun. Our fucking was hot, and passionate, and perfect. As she got more and more into it, her pace picked up, her grip on my nipples got stronger, our moans got louder, until we both were fairly screaming out our love for each other. When she flooded my insides with her sweet gurl cum, my legs lost most of their power again, and my knees tried to buckle. But this gurl, even in the immediate aftermath of a roaring cum, had the physical strength to keep me from falling, holding me in her arms, as I blasted some more cum onto the shower wall. I wasn't as lost, mentally, as I was before, but I was pretty close. And my heart couldn't shine any brighter, or beat any louder. This woman, who I barely knew and who I was already falling in love with, had just fucked me with her cock, within inches of heaven. We both felt it. Even though I was exhausted, and she wasn't far behind me, she reached up and turned my face to hers, kissing me softly. Her tongue lightly teased mine, and then she looked me in the eye again. "You are a very special woman, Jessica. I can't wait to watch you progress even further on your feminine journey." I kissed her. "Jade, I love you. I do." "I love you too, Jessica. Now, let's get cleaned up and go meet our men." I FUCKING LOVE MY TINGLES!!!! The End.