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Incandenza was trembling as he walked through the women's section of the large department store. There were very few people in the store this morning, yet he was certain that each of them was watching him. Seeing his wife should have calmed him but it didn't.

 

"See, Incandenza, I told you the floor would be empty this morning. Come back to the fitting rooms, I think I've got some great outfits for you to look at."

 

"Jesus Canadian Chick, I don't know if this is really going to work. Maybe we should forget it." Incandenza replied.

 

"Oh no, you're not going to chicken out on me now." Canadian Chick grabbed his arm and pulled him through the curtain, then into a small cubicle. "You said you wanted to do it and I think it's a turn-on. Anyway, you'll never know if you like it until you actually try it. And what better time than Halloween?"

 

The 'it' in question was something that had haunted Incandenza since he was a teenager, maybe even before that. The 'it' was his fascination with women's clothing - no, not a fascination, a desire to dress in women's clothing. It was more than just dressing the part; he knew down deep, that he wanted to experience being a woman.

 

"Now strip while I go get your new wardrobe". At this point it seemed that Canadian Chick was more excited about this adventure than Incandenza. As the cubicle door swung closed, Incandenza stripped to his nylon bikini shorts. He watched himself in the mirror as each piece of clothing was removed. Then, almost naked, he examined himself more closely, trying to imagine how he would look in... Shit, he had a hard time even thinking of the word... 'drag'.

 

Still, he did think he had a nice body, for a man or a woman. His five foot eight inch frame was lean and firm. He had continued to swim and run marathons, the sports that had gotten him small scholarships in college. His rich brown eyes made a nice contrast to his fair Nordic skin and collar length blond hair. His nose was very straight; it almost seemed to be a pointer to his lips that were slightly large and full in appearance. He shrugged his shoulders, flexed his muscles slightly, and noticed his nipples move as he did so. He absent-mindedly pinched one and brought it to erection. His nipples were almost as large as Canadian Chick's were and very sensitive. His bikini shorts were snug and he could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls. Turning to view his profile, he decided that he had a nice ass atop his well-shaped legs.

 

Canadian Chick was suddenly back with an armload of clothing. "Preening?" she said. "Here, start with these panty hose, but don't get attached to them. I think some nice patterned nylons will look better.

 

Incandenza opened the package and removed the pantyhose, pausing to feel the texture. Canadian Chick watched and smiled. As Incandenza slipped on the stockings he saw the look in Canadian Chick's eyes. That same look when she had caught him trying on her pantyhose a few weeks before. He had been embarrassed and ashamed when she walked in, fully expecting her to be furious. Instead she had a devilish look in her eye and a clearly mischievous grin on her face. Incandenza had known early in their relationship that Canadian Chick enjoyed some unusual sexual activities. In fact, when he met her, he thought she was gay. Thus it was no real surprise when she was the one to suggest that he dress for Halloween.

 

Canadian Chick knelt in front of Incandenza and smoothed the stockings from ankle to thigh. The feel of her hands sliding over the nylon on his legs, the press of the panty top against his cock caused his cock to swell. Canadian Chick looked at the sharp outline of the hard cock bulging against the thin shorts and sheer pantyhose. She could clearly see the balls separated by the seam of the stockings, the shaft pressed to the side, the flair of the cock head.

 

She pressed her face to the knob and kissed it lightly. "Well sweetheart, I see we're going to have a problem hiding this little monster" she laughed. Not that Incandenza had a monster. On the contrary it was probably slightly small, but in Canadian Chick's view was perfectly shaped. The shaft was very straight with a prominent blue vein down the side. Canadian Chick loved feeling this vein bulge and pulse as her tongue caressed it. The shaft was crowned with a large head that looked like some kind of helmet. What Canadian Chick enjoyed most was the fact that this cock would get extremely hard. When Incandenza got aroused his cock truly felt like a bone wrapped in warm skin.

 

"Canadian Chick, I don't think we should do anything here. Let me just try on the clothes before anyone comes in." Incandenza knew that his wife loved sex just about every way except in the bedroom with the lights off. Despite his hard cock he didn't want to be fucking in the women's fitting room of the biggest store in town.

 

Canadian Chick rubbed her cheek against the solid bulge. "But sweetheart, you can't try on clothes with this big cock sticking out. It'll ruin the line." She was hooking her fingers into his briefs, pulling down the panty hose and briefs together. In a second his cock sprung free of the confinement.

 

Canadian Chick talked to the cock swaying in front of her nose. "Oh poor baby, you're so pale and white. Hasn't daddy let you play out in the sun? Let mommy kiss that pretty pink head of yours."

 

She grabbed the shaft, brought it to her lips and began kissing the end. She held the tip to her lips and french kissed it several times, licking the point of her tongue into the hole. She soon was rewarded with drops of precum oozing out to meet her tongue. She tightened her grip on the bone; watched the head turn a darker shade as she squeezed the blood engorged shaft. The blue vein swelled and she licked it then sucked the cock into her mouth.

 

Incandenza groaned and gave up to the pleasure. He held her head and began pumping his cock into her mouth as she expertly sucked and tongued the shaft. Her hand worked the shaft back and forth, jacking him off into her mouth. She reached down, pushed her hand beneath her waistband and began finger fucking herself in time to the cock fucking her mouth. Incandenza could hear voices in the distance but it was too late to stop. He felt his juices begin to boil. He moaned and fucked her face harder. Canadian Chick let her tongue work its magic and quickly brought Incandenza to a climax. She felt his cock pulse in her hand; she sucked and drank as the cum spurt into her mouth. She rubbed her own clit rapidly, achieving a small orgasm for herself.

 

"Now, don't you feel better?" she said as she stuffed his now limp cock back into his briefs, then pulled them up along with the pantyhose.

 

Canadian Chick stood, retrieved a lacy black bra, which she slipped onto him. Incandenza shivered with excitement as she snapped the bra in place. The bra had padding in the cups and he could feel the structure of the bra pushing against his pectorals. "I was thinking of going for bigger boobs," he said, as he looked down at the small cups.

 

"Oh shit, you guys and your tit mania! Look, big tits will look really fake on you. Look in the mirror, this thing actually gives you a little bit of cleavage."

 

Incandenza turned to the mirror and leaned forward slightly, amazed at how sexy he felt in bra and panty hose. Marveling that indeed this bra managed to push his chest enough to give a hint of rounded flesh.

 

"Here you go, baby, you're going to like this." Canadian Chick pulled a black sheath from behind some other dresses. "Slip this on."

 

Incandenza wiggled into the dress, feeling it cling to his body. He felt as if he was wrapped in black SaranWrap. The dress fit perfectly. It had a long slit up one side; no sleeves, a high neck and a heart shaped opening in the bodice. The point of the heart accentuated the newly formed little tits that the bra forced up.

 

"Here. Step into these shoes." Canadian Chick slid a pair of low heeled, black, open shoes onto his feet. "Move around a little bit now. Let's see how this is going to work."

 

Incandenza stepped haltingly back and forth in front of the mirror. Wobbling on the low heels, he looked rather ungainly yet he was clearly going to be striking in this outfit. He moved his leg and watched as the slit on the dress opened to reveal skin almost to his ass. "Goddam baby. You do have a pair of legs! Let's see how that ass looks." Canadian Chick turned him to view a profile. His ass bulged out seductively; his chest had a nice curve as if he really had firm small breasts. His cock was again throbbing and pushed out at the material! "Oh shit, sweetheart. We just have to do something about that cock of yours. We'll have to try some tummy tuck panties, maybe the elastic will be enough to contain you."

 

All in all, even without makeup, Incandenza had become a very sexy looking girl. He could hardly contain his excitement.

 

"Let's try on a couple of these other dresses, but I think that one is going to be the best", Canadian Chick said.

 

Reluctantly, he removed the dress and tried on the others that she had brought him. However, nothing could top the sheath with the slit up the side.

 

In the days that followed, Incandenza practiced walking in his new heels. He insisted on wearing his new outfit every night, to the point that Canadian Chick had to stop him lest he wear it out before the big night.

 

She taught him how to sit, how to walk. She tried to teach him how to dance. This turned out to be the second most difficult part of the transition. They made some progress but decided not to worry about it. They would be together and would only be dancing with each other so they figured no one would notice who was leading whom.

 

Even more difficult was Incandenza's voice. Unfortunately, although his body was not large, his voice was very deep. They decided that Canadian Chick would do all the talking whenever possible. Incandenza would limit himself to one word answers or better, just utter 'uh huh', 'ummm', etc.

 

Finally, Saturday arrived. Incandenza was so nervous he couldn't shave himself. Canadian Chick carefully shaved his face, then his legs and arms and underarms. She helped him dress, and then draped a towel around him as she applied the final touches of makeup. When she was finished, they both agreed that he was now a very attractive she.

 

Canadian Chick would be the husband tonight. She dressed quickly and didn't worry too much about it. Although she had been to a few lesbian affairs where she dressed as the man, she didn't get excited about it. Even so, her athletic body allowed her to be a very passable male. As they were about to leave, they paused for one final look in the mirror. They looked like any couple dressed to go to dinner or dancing except that Canadian Chick wore a black eye mask and Incandenza wore a rhinestone crown on his head. Beyond that, the only thing that looked unusual about them was the fact that 'Bobbie' was a few inches taller than Canadian Chick.

 

When they pulled up to the valet parking at the hotel, Incandenza started to open the door. Canadian Chick caught his arm. "Wait, honey, let the boy open it."

 

Just then a grinning teenage boy opened the car door. As Incandenza swung his legs around to get out, the slit in the dress opened to reveal his complete leg. He heard the sudden gasp of the boy as the teenager helped him exit the car. Incandenza's heart jumped. He looked at the boy's face and saw the horny young eyes staring at the body in the black dress.

 

Canadian Chick came around. "C'mon sweetheart. Let's not get the boy's hopes up", she laughed. Incandenza was thrilled, that kid was actually looking at him and seeing a woman.

 

They made their way into the ballroom, which was nearly filled. The range of costumes was phenomenal, some obviously rented for the occasion; others looked as if the wearer had prepared for months for this evening. All of the tables anywhere near the dance floor were occupied. Canadian Chick spotted some empty tables in a distant corner and directed Incandenza to one of them. They were both getting into the role reversals and Incandenza allowed Canadian Chick to pull a chair out for him.

 

As they walked across the floor, Incandenza pulled his shoulders back and pushed his small boobs forward. He was rewarded with a few glances from men in the area.

 

Canadian Chick ordered whiskey sours for both of them. She flirted with the waitress who didn't seem very interested, or maybe realized Canadian Chick was female in drag. Incandenza drank his drink rather quickly and Canadian Chick ordered another. "Slow down sweetheart. We're going to be here for a few hours. I don't want you to get sloppy drunk and run off with some guy," she laughed. They chatted, watched the crowd and finished the second drink.

 

"Ok, before you start your third drink, I think we should dance", she said.

 

"Not yet. I don't think I can do it here in public."

 

"C'mon. I'll lead, you just follow. Nobody's going to see you if you just sit here in the corner" she coaxed.

 

That was the magic word. Yes he wanted to be seen. He wanted to flaunt his new persona, see heads turn to look at him. The music was loud and fast. Incandenza started cautiously but was soon dancing as seductively as he knew how. The dance floor was crowded and perhaps not as many men were looking at him as he imagined. Still he was certain that many of the errant bumps against his ass were not errant at all. He felt an occasional hand grab his well-shaped ass.

 

The band worked its way through several fast tunes with an occasional slow piece inserted to give them a rest. The band took a break; Incandenza looked at his watch. "Geez, almost 11. This is hot, I know some guy grabbed my ass", he said as they dropped into their chairs. Canadian Chick ordered another round of drinks.

 

The band returned, the music started. Just as Canadian Chick was about to take Incandenza out on the floor again, a man approached the table. "Excuse me, would you mind if I danced with your wife?"

 

"No, go right..." Incandenza began, only to be quickly silenced by Canadian Chick as she said, "I think she'd love another partner."

 

Incandenza froze. The man extended a hand, "Thank you, you do look fabulous tonight."

 

Incandenza hesitated. "Go ahead Bobbie, I'll just sit and watch," Canadian Chick said as she nudged Incandenza under the table. "She's a little shy, self conscious about dancing with strangers," laughed Canadian Chick.

 

Incandenza looked at the man dressed in a Spiderman costume. He appeared to be about 40 or 50, maybe six feet tall and slightly heavy. Probably once was athletic but obviously did not exercise. Incandenza allowed his hand to be grasped by the stranger. Canadian Chick and Incandenza both noticed the man looking at Incandenza's leg exposed by the slit in the dress.

 

"My names CWM. And you're Bobbie?"

 

"Uh huh."

 

"Is that short for Barbara?"

 

"Uh huh."

 

At last they were on the dance floor. At least it was a fast dance so Incandenza didn't have to worry about following. Also, the loud music and distance between them negated CWM's attempts at conversation. As the song progressed, Incandenza again began enjoying shaking his body. He found it very arousing knowing this man was watching every move he made. He felt the man's hand glide across his body whenever they were close.

 

The music stopped, Incandenza turned towards Canadian Chick at the table.

 

"How about one more? My wife's gone off with a friend and I really feel like dancing", CWM said as he grabbed Incandenza's hand. Incandenza saw Canadian Chick staring across the floor at him; she was grinning wildly.

 

"Well, Bobbie? Just one more? It doesn't look like your husband will care."

 

The music started. Incandenza turned and smiled at CWM, "OK". Another fast dance and Incandenza was now at his sexiest to date. He saw CWM's eyes savor the views of his leg as he thrust it out through the slit in the dress. He noticed that CWM frequently looked at the heart shaped opening, trying to see past the material to what Incandenza wished were real tits.

 

The music ended, CWM grabbed Incandenza in a final spin, holding him close for a few seconds. Then CWM took Incandenza's hand and walked him back to Canadian Chick. "That's one hot number. I want to thank you for making my evening. In fact, would you let me buy you two a drink?"

 

"Sounds like a good idea" Canadian Chick replied as she pulled a chair around for CWM. She placed the chair so that Incandenza was between them.

 

"You folks staying at the hotel?" asked CWM.

 

"No, we live here in town." replied Canadian Chick.

 

"Oh, we do to. This is our third year coming to this and we decided that it would be fun to get a room. That way we don't face driving home plastered." CWM laughed. "My wife met a friend and deserted me just when I was getting warmed up for some dancing. That's why I asked you," he said looking at Incandenza, "that and the fact that I saw you on the floor."

 

"Oh," Incandenza smiled.

 

As the music played, CWM bought a couple of rounds of drinks. He carried most of the conversation. Incandenza managed a few "uh huh's". Finally CWM asked Incandenza to dance, again a nice fast dance. Incandenza, feeling the glow of his whiskey sours, didn't hesitate this time. Canadian Chick didn't have to coax him; he was up quickly holding CWM's hand. When the dance ended, CWM held Incandenza's hand. "Another?" "OK," Incandenza whispered. The music started. It was a slow dance. Incandenza felt CWM wrap his arm around him. Without thinking about it, Incandenza was dancing. As the dance progressed, CWM pulled Incandenza against him. Incandenza became aware that CWM had a rather substantial hard on. He could feel CWM pressing his cock into him. He felt CWM's hand begin to rub his ass, soft firm squeezes, pulling Incandenza into the hard meat.

 

Incandenza's cock responded, it grew stiff and hard, pressing against the tummy tuck panties, pushing out against the panty hose, making a bulge in the black sheath dress. He was sure that CWM could feel his hard cock just as he felt CWM's.

 

"Umm, Bobbie. That feels real good. You are very good. How long have you been doing this?"

 

"Huh?" Incandenza worried.

 

"Dressing. How long have you been dressing?"

 

"Uh uh, uhno," Incandenza mumbled. His cock melted as he realized that this man knew.

 

CWM placed both hands on Incandenza's ass, pulled firmly and ground his cock into Incandenza. "You're the hottest I've seen. You can talk to me. Tell me, how long?"

 

"First time." Incandenza mumbled, unsure what to do.

 

"Un-fucking believable. This really is just your Halloween costume? I don't believe it, you're too good and too into it for this to be just for Halloween."

 

"Really, this is the first time. I, uh..uh.." Incandenza was nervous. He still felt CWM's hard cock pressing into him, still swayed to the music allowing CWM to grind the hard meat against him, was still enjoying the firm hands on his ass.

 

"Maybe, but you like it. I can feel it. You like showing off your legs, fantastic legs! You like having me look down your dress, checking out your tits. You feel my cock don't you? Feel it hard. I could feel you get hard to. I feel it getting hard again, right now," and CWM pressed his cock into Incandenza.

 

"Yeah, I do, I like it," Incandenza said, realizing that he was doing something he had always wanted to do.

 

The music stopped. The two returned to the table. Canadian Chick had been watching. She could tell that CWM had figured out Bobbie was Incandenza. What she wondered was how Incandenza was going to react.

 

"This thing's almost over. Would you two like to come up to my room for a nightcap? My wife won't be back for hours."

 

"What do you think Bobbie? Sounds like a good idea to me," Canadian Chick said.

 

"Ahh, I don't think so. If your wife comes back she might be upset." Incandenza fidgeted.

 

"Look, don't be shocked. She's gone off with a man we met here tonight. We have sort of an open relationship. She doesn't get turned on by some of my interests so we each have our own fun occasionally."

 

"What kind of interests? Canadian Chick laughed. "Not a serial killer I hope."

 

"No, no, no. Can I be honest? I'm bi. I get really turned on by TV's and TS's. I just thought it would be nice to talk for a while. I just can't believe this is Bobbie's first time out."

 

Incandenza flinched at this reference. He had never thought of himself as a transvestite or transsexual or even bisexual. This was going further and faster than Incandenza had anticipated. On the one hand he was reveling in CWM's attention and compliments, had gotten more excited than he ever imagined when he felt the man's hard cock pressing into him on the dance floor. On the other hand he was frightened at the prospect that this was probably leading to his first sexual contact with a man.

 

 

Once again it was Canadian Chick who pressed the situation. "OK CWM, lead the way."

 

Canadian Chick and CWM did all the talking on the way to the room. Once there, CWM mixed them all a drink. The room was large with a small couch and chair forming a sitting area at the foot of the king-size bed. Canadian Chick was quick to settle into the chair leaving Incandenza to share the couch with CWM. It was clear that Canadian Chick was signaling to Incandenza that she wanted him to go for it. CWM handed them the drinks, "Hope these aren't too strong. Do you mind if I change out of this silly costume?"

 

"Go ahead."

 

CWM stepped into the walk-in closet and in a minute reappeared in sweatshirt and loose cotton shorts.

 

He settled in next to Incandenza. The slit on Incandenza's dress exposed most of his leg; he shivered as he felt CWM's bare leg now pressing against it.

 

CWM dropped his hand onto Incandenza's thigh, "You know I heard a couple of women on the dance floor envying you these legs. I can't say that I blame them. This feels exceptional." CWM slowly rubbed the warm thigh.

 

Incandenza's cock started to get hard. "Thanks. I run a lot." He didn't know what to say or what to do. He looked down at CWM's lap and saw the cock outlined in the short pant leg. The outline reached almost to the cuff. CWM's hand worked slowly up the inside of Incandenza's thigh and was now rubbing next to his balls. CWM seemed to be avoiding actually touching Incandenza's balls or cock, both of which were throbbing inside the panty hose.

 

Then CWM withdrew his hand, moved it to Incandenza's hair. As he stroked the shoulder length blond tresses, he included caresses of the neck. "You have beautiful hair. You are very lucky. It is so sexy to find someone with real hair rather than a wig. Do you like this? You feel tense. Just relax."

 

"Yeah, that feels good. Especially on the neck. I like that."

 

With that encouragement, CWM began an affectionate massage of Incandenza's neck. Then with his other hand he took Incandenza's hand. CWM softly but firmly pulled Incandenza's hand onto the bulge in the cotton shorts, and then pressed. Another shiver of excitement. Incandenza squeezed the cock. It was hard and very warm.

 

Incandenza grabbed the cock through the material and gently stroked it. He looked down and watched his hand rubbing the lump in the shorts. He watched as he pulled back and the pant leg drew back. He saw the tip of CWM's cock peek out from beneath the material. He did this a few times, each time exposing more of the dull red cock head. Then when the head was in full view, he moved his fingers over to touch the naked skin. He rubbed the flared head along the ridge then down to the piss hole, felt the slick precum, rubbed the precum around the end of the shaft.

 

He moved his fingers down the length of the shaft, drawing it out from beneath the cotton shorts. It looked larger than his own cock. Both longer and thicker. It was hard but didn't have the same feel that his own cock had. This cock felt softer, more like a sausage or hot dog. CWM reached down and drew aside the leg of his shorts, completely freeing the warm shaft and the balls beneath.

 

Then as Incandenza lifted the thick meat to better view the balls, he felt CWM's hand return to the inside of his thigh. This time the hand worked its way under the dress then proceeded to the hard cock. Incandenza spread his legs and enjoyed the feel of the panties being rubbed against his cock, the feel of the hand pressing against his shaft.

 

He looked at CWM's balls. A huge wrinkled sack that moved up and down as Incandenza stroked the cock up and down. He slid his hand down to feel the balls, he cupped them in his hand, lifting them slightly, feeling their weight. His hand returned to stroking the shaft.

 

Incandenza glanced up at Canadian Chick. She sat quietly, clearly enjoying the show. She had a hand inside her shirt. Incandenza knew she was pinching her nipples. The fact that she was there added to his excitement and removed his apprehension and fear.

 

As Incandenza bent forward to enjoy the sight of this cock in his hand, he felt CWM's hand still caressing his neck, fondling the blond locks, but now also gently pressing Incandenza closer to the cock. "Go ahead Bobbie, get next to it. Touch it. Touch it with your tongue."

 

Incandenza didn't resist, he knew that he wanted to feel the cock on his face, in his mouth. He allowed his head to be pushed next to the cock. Incandenza moved his hand back to the balls, he saw CWM's hand wrap around the thick cock then rub the warm shaft against Incandenza's cheek. CWM rubbed the firm meat all around Incandenza's face, and then rubbed the head against his closed lips. Incandenza could feel the slippery precum as the tip slid across his lips. "Lick it, Bobbie. Give it a nice kiss." Incandenza stuck his tongue out, licked gingerly on the very end, felt the piss hole with his tongue. He licked around the head, gaining confidence and enthusiasm. CWM's hand dropped away from the shaft, Incandenza opened his mouth and swallowed the head. He licked around the head while holding his mouth still, his lips locked just over the high crown of CWM's cock head. He felt CWM move up and down very slightly, ever so slightly fucking Incandenza's mouth. Incandenza went down further on the shaft but gagged when he had only half of it in.

 

"That's ok Bobbie. Just suck the end. Just lick and suck, you're doing great. Squeeze my cock while you suck it, ok Bobbie. Hmmmmm."

 

Incandenza felt both of CWM's hands on his head now, running his fingers through Incandenza's hair. Incandenza worked the thick shaft in and out of his mouth, swirled his tongue around feeling the flared head, probing the small pee hole. His jaws were getting tired. He pulled his face off the cock, rubbed the wet shaft around his face again. CWM's hands still on Incandenza's head now pulled him up. Suddenly CWM was kissing him. Without a thought, Incandenza returned the kiss, sucked the tongue that CWM sent into his mouth. Returned the tongue favor to CWM.

 

"I wanna fuck you. I wanna fuck that beautiful ass of yours. I wanna feel those fabulous legs over my shoulders", CWM breathed into Incandenza's ear.

 

Incandenza realized that he had known all along it would come to this. He was so excited and so scared that he couldn't speak. He wasn't really afraid of being fucked in the ass. Canadian Chick had fucked him a few times with a dildo. He liked it. He was really afraid of finding out that he liked having a man fuck him in the ass.

 

CWM didn't wait for an answer. He lifted Incandenza to his feet and began undressing him. Incandenza didn't resist; he just sort of allowed CWM to control and direct him now. With an alacrity that bespoke much experience at this, CWM soon had Incandenza naked and on the bed. CWM shed his shorts and sweatshirt, retrieved some lubricant from a shaving kit, and lay down next to Incandenza.

 

CWM pulled the trim young body close, stroking his back and ass. Incandenza felt the warmth of CWM's body against his own. He felt his own hard cock pressing into CWM. He felt CWM's thicker hard cock pressing back. He reached between them, found the hard shaft and began stroking it, rubbing it against his belly. CWM resumed kissing Incandenza. Almost immediately the two were feverishly tonguing each other's mouth. CWM took Incandenza's cock, pulled it to his own, then held both cocks in his hand and squeezed them together. Incandenza's cock felt the warm, hard cock. CWM continued this double jack off for a while as they kissed.

 

CWM rolled over on top of Incandenza. Incandenza looked down his belly and saw the two cocks; CWM's on top of his. CWM rocked back and forth, rubbing his cock on top of Incandenza's as Incandenza watched in excitement. He watched as CWM applied lubricant to the thick cock, liberally greasing the dark red head.

 

He tensed with anticipation and anxiety as CWM lifted Incandenza's legs to gain access to the virgin ass hole. Incandenza felt CWM's finger rubbing lube around the ass hole then slide in. CWM slid his finger in and out a few times; as he did this he stroked Incandenza's hard cock. Then CWM brought his own large cock to replace the finger. With gentle firm prods, CWM pressed against the puckered hole. The head of CWM's cock slowly spread the opening a little more with each slight push. Incandenza tried to push his ass into the cock, anxious to feel it inside of him.

 

Incandenza winced as the head finally gained entry. CWM paused to let the ass hole adjust then pressed in a little more of his cock. The cock now moved more easily. CWM began slowly fucking Incandenza's ass and at the same time stroking Incandenza's cock.

 

"You like it Bobbie? You like my big cock in your sweet ass?"

 

"Oh god yes. Oh shit it feels so big in my ass."

 

"That's because you've got the tightest ass I've ever fucked. And the hardest cock. Shit your cock is like a rock."

 

"Fuck me. I want to be fucked!"

 

CWM could feel Incandenza's ass hole tighten around his cock. He pressed deeper on each stroke so that he was soon burying the full length of his cock in Incandenza's ass. He rubbed some more lube on the shaft of his cock, and then began fucking faster. He looked down at Incandenza beneath him. Even without his dress, he still looked gorgeous. His makeup was still quite good, his shoulder length blond hair, his delicate features. And the kid was a virgin! CWM was in heaven.

 

Once CWM added the additional lube and had buried all of his cock in Incandenza's ass, Incandenza started to feel really good. He could feel the thick shaft as it moved in and out of his ass; he could feel the huge balls slap against his ass. He liked it! He loved it!

 

CWM could feel himself getting close to cumming. He stroked Incandenza's cock expertly, trying to get the young man to cum close to the same time as himself. He knew that was the best. To be shooting his hot load into a guy's ass and jerking the guys cock to shoot cum all over at the same time.

 

"Are you close Bobbie? Do you feel it? Feel my cock ramming you. Are you ready to cum baby?"

 

"Do it. Do it harder. Yes I'm close, jack me off, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass!"

 

CWM couldn't wait any longer. His balls ached and his cock throbbed as he rammed into Incandenza's ass. He groaned and buried his cock deep into the ass as he felt the cum bursting forth. It was now down to a few great cum strokes, feeling the cum fill the ass, feeling the cum squeeze around the hard cock and dribble out down his balls.

 

CWM stroked Incandenza's cock hoping for a mutual climax from his partner. When Incandenza felt the sudden warmth in his ass, felt the juices filling him, heard the groans of pleasure from CWM, Incandenza's body responded. As soon as CWM was finished cumming, Incandenza's cock spewed forth a jet of cum that shot several feet in the air.

 

"Yes! Yes! Ohh yes! Shit yes!" Incandenza yelled as he continued to spurt cum from the sinewy bone. CWM marveled as burst after burst issued from the cock in his hand. With each burst, Incandenza rammed his ass back forcing CWM's cock deeper into his ass.

 

CWM started to pull out.

 

"No, wait. Leave your cock in. I want to feel it in my ass a little longer."

 

CWM tried to hold his cock in, tried to keep it hard but it was soon soft and slid out of the slippery hole that was now stretched wide by the furious fucking, was now slick with lube and cum juice.

 

"That calls for another drink!" CWM moved to the liquor bottle.

 

Canadian Chick came to the bed. "That was hot sweetheart. I think you waited to long for that."

 

"Geez Canadian Chick. I had no idea. I mean..."

 

"Shh. I understand," she pressed a finger to Incandenza's lips.

 

CWM returned with fresh drinks, "You two want to stay the night, or I guess I should say morning," he chuckled.

 

"No, I think we'll go."

 

"Well, give me your number. I'd like to get together again. I meant it when I said you are fabulous."

 

"Why don't we take your number? This is a new area for us. Maybe you'll just have to wait until next Halloween," Incandenza laughed.

 

They finished their drinks and said goodnight.

[Murmuring Beast 0]

I want Carnival in the next story.

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Who else?

 

The lack of female posters leads to sausage-fest territory.

[The Czech Republic 0]

Hot stuff. Can't get enough.

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CWM tried to hold his cock in, tried to keep it hard but it was soon soft and slid out of the slippery hole that was now stretched wide by the furious fucking, was now slick with lube and cum juice.

 

"That calls for another drink!" CWM moved to the liquor bottle.

 

 

That was my favourite line.

[Murmuring Beast 0]

Wild Pegasus stalking Leena? ( I want that in a seperate story to the Carnival one though )

 

Really. The possibilities are endless.

[Murmuring Beast 0]

I should note that I have no desire to read a story with Pegasus in it, especially with him stalking anyone.

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Carnival sat at the bar nursing his glass of scotch, rubbing his forehead softly. He couldn't believe what had just happened in the previous hour.

 

Carnival had just walked in on his girlfriend and another guy upon coming home from work early. He walked through the front door of their apartment and saw into their bedroom; he saw her nude back with large male hands on her ass. She didn't hear him come in or leave, he didn't care to make a scene. Rather, he just headed straight here and he was now on his third double of scotch.

 

That was when another man sat at the stool next to him. Carnival noticed him right away. He was a fairly attractive man, with the whole aryan thing going. He was also fairly well dressed with a black suit, pants, and tie with a dark red shirt. Carnival looked back up to his face and noticed Carnival noticing him. Carnival blushed and looked down.

 

"Uh,.. hi," the man offered. Carnival laughed. "Sorry," he said, "I like the suit."

 

The man laughed back. "First time I've heard that," he smiled. He extended his hand. "Banky," he introduced himself. Carnival shook it heartily. "I'm Carnival," he told him. Banky grinned as he looked Carnival up and down. Carnival had a noticable lisp. He had thick lips, a Roman looking nose, and deep brown eyes. Since Banky was gay, alarms were going off in his head.

 

Carnival began to feel uncomfortable, feeling his eyes roving up and down him. "So, uh," Carnival began, "What are you drinking?"

 

Banky narrowed his eyes. "Good question," he said. "I think I'll have some Stolichnaya."

 

Carnival started to tremble a bit. He'd never thought about a man before the way he was now. There was just something about Banky that aroused him and frightened him at the same time.

 

The bartender handed Banky his drink as Carnival lit up a cigarette. He extended the pack to Banky. "You smoke?"

Banky nodded as he pulled one out and lit it. With that Carnival finished his drink and turned to face Banky. "So, what brings you here?"

 

Banky sighed. "I was bored," he said, kind of chuckling. "How about you?"

 

"Relationship woes."

 

Banky nodded.

 

Throughout that hour the two went through the whole pack and about three more drinks each. By this time Carnival and Banky were pretty hammered. The last thing they were talking about was how cats were superior to dogs when Banky boldly placed his hand on Carnival's thigh. Carnival was so drunk he didn't find it much of an issue until Banky moved it up to his crotch.

 

"What are you doing?" Carnival asked, slurring his speech slightly.

 

Banky squeezed on the outline of Carnival's limp penis. "Come on," he whispered. "You've never thought about it?"

 

Carnival hadn't until about half an hour ago. Banky had removed his jacket and he could see rather muscular arms inside the shirt's sleeves. Carnival said nothing. "Come on, man, what do you say we go to my car?"

 

Carnival thought about it. In his somewhat drunken state of mind, it actually did sound like a new idea. A human being attracted him. Carnival had always prided himself in being open to new things.. he ordered one more shot, downed it, and said the hell with it.

 

"Sure," he said, nearly falling off of his stool. "What have we got to lose?"

 

Banky smiled as he slapped money down on the table and led Carnival outside to the back. Carnival stumbled about beside Banky until he was slammed against the wall and felt Banky's lips press against his. He felt the rough stubble against his own and found himself strangely aroused.

 

Carnival reached around and grabbed Banky's somewhat feminine ass, to which Banky gave a little jump. Banky dropped to his knees and unzipped Carnival's pants. Pulling out his hardening member, he looked up at Carnival as if to ask for permission. Carnival nodded in a manner similar to the way a dog greets his owner and Banky took him into his mouth. Immediately Carnival knew that this was the best head hed ever gotten. Banky swirled his tongue around, up and down Carnival's shaft. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Banky started sucking around the base and massaging his balls. Carnival grabbed his hair and started bucking into Banky's mouth when he finally began to spurt into his mouth. The orgasm wracked Carnival; he'd never felt anything like it. If this was what he'd been missing in his heterosexual plight, he decided to cast it aside. Once he finished, Banky licked him clean and rose to his feet.

 

Carnival was a bit short of breath. "I don't know what it is," he started breathily, "but I want to feel you in my ass."

 

Banky smiled and turned Carnival around. "It's going to hurt at first," Banky whispered into his ear, "but after a while it gets soo good."

 

Carnival felt his pants falling down to his knees and Banky's warm hands at his hips. He shivered as he felt his boxers being pulled down slowly and the tip of Banky's penis at his rectum.

Slowly, Banky's cock entered Carnival's asshole. Carnival felt as though he was being split apart at the rear, and he barely suppressed a scream. Once Banky was fully inside, Carnival let out short breaths in quick repititions, as though he was in a lamaze class.

 

"Oooh, you're so tight," Banky muttered. "It'll get better, I promise."

 

Banky slid out and back in a couple more times before Carnival felt the pain subside and an indescribable feeling welling up in his loins. He began getting erect while Banky pounded into him from behind, and he reached down and started jerking himself off. Banky planted a soft kiss on the back of Carnival's neck and pulled his hair as he came inside his ass.

 

"Oh, fuck.."

 

Carnival felt it and it pushed him over the edge as well. His cum splashed into the brick wall against which he was pressed and felt an orgasm more powerful than any he'd had before take over him. As Banky backed away and placed his dick back in his pants, Carnival remained in his same position, still shaking from it, unable to even think.

 

Slowly, he pulled his pants up an turned around, but Banky was nowhere to be seen. He looked up and down the alley, but he was gone. Carnival was not upset, though. He'd just been turned on to something new, something he'd never thought he'd find himself doing. Taking a deep breath, Carnival walked out to the front of the bar. He needed some cigarettes, and for the first time, he needed a man.

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I should note that I have no desire to read a story with Pegasus in it, especially with him stalking anyone.

http://forums.thesmartmarks.com/

[Gary Floyd 0]

Wow...

 

I applaud you

[Murmuring Beast 0]

You will be sued.

[Murmuring Beast 0]

I should note that I have no desire to read a story with Pegasus in it, especially with him stalking anyone.

http://forums.thesmartmarks.com/

 

Yea, that's a good point.

[Zack Malibu 0]

Chave has found his niche! Call Penthouse, this man deserves his own column, stat.

[Guest Princess Leena]

Yes. Because copying cybersex fiction whatever shit from other sites is such original and biting comedy.

[Murmuring Beast 0]

Quiet you.

[Zack Malibu 0]

Sssh, just let her be in heel mode for a while, it'll be OK.

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Wild Pegasus knocked on his beloved Leena's door. As he knocked, his Bad Thing grew stiff against the cruel metal case that Leena insisted that he wear to lock the Bad Thing between his legs when he was not with her. Leena is very strict with me, he thought. Even though I'm over twenty-one now, she doesn't want me corrupted by nasty young women. And they could play with my bad, nasty thing, because I'm weak.

 

"Evil Sluts are not for my boy, and they will never touch his Bad Thing." is Leena's philosophy, and if Wild Pegasus argued he could get a enema to keep his temper straight. Wild Pegasus was still HER little boy. "A little sissy boy, maybe, but mine." She was wont to tell Wild Pegasus.

 

"Come in, darling, Leena's precious voice floated out from behind the door, and Wild Pegasus came in, carrying his valuable package. "Sweet child, how are you, I've missed you this afternoon." Wild Pegasus's Leena turned to smile at him, and Wild Pegasus could see her golden locks tied into the stern bun at the back of her head, Leena's heavy breasts pushing through the thin dressing gown. Wild Pegasus's Bad Thing trembled in its cruel prison again. "Leena had to polish all her finger and toenails tonight without her baby boy's help, and that made your Leena so sad."

 

Wild Pegasus hung his head in shame, but Leena was forgiving. This was good, because Leena often made the punishment fit the crime, and she might have put nail polish on Wild Pegasus's nails and then made him walk by the men playing stickball in the park...Leena could be nasty at times!

 

"How is my little man." Wild Pegasus shuffled to his Leena in the tight navy short pants and high socks she made him wear around the house and his beloved Leena pulled him to her scented neck and gave him a deep hug, the embrace pulling his face into her considederable cleavage, and his eyes were dazzled seeing the high breasts up close. Oh, his Bad Thing was getting swollen, pushing against the metal of the evil case also known as a Chastity Tube.

 

Leena felt that this kept Wild Pegasus from having impure thoughts and nasty wet dreams...but it was quite painful for poor Wild Pegasus, both at home, and when he was out among the pretty girls, secretaries in his office, college girls on the bus (For Leena would never let Wild Pegasus do anything so masculine as drive a car) Whenever the pretty girls flirted with Wild Pegasus, he would flinch in pain, because his Bad Thing would attempt, futilely, to expand against the nasty Chastity Tube...Once a girl had kissed Wild Pegasus on the cheek, and he had nearly keeled over!

 

Wild Pegasus breathed deeply, but felt terribly guilty...he forgot himself and kissed Mommie's cleavage! Her breast was so soft to his lips. Wild Pegasus so wanted to touch his Bad Thing now.Mommie waited a moment or so while Wild Pegasus kissed her breast again and again. SLAP! Shame on you, you bad boy!!" Mommie took Wild Pegasus's scalp in her hand and pulled it away from her breasts. "You are a filthy, disgusting boy." Shame came over Wild Pegasus's face, and torrents of tears ran down his crimson face.

 

"I-I'm sorry, Mommie." Mommie looked very disappointed, and her black eyes snapped as she stared at her perverted son. "What a bad boy you are! What a disappointment you would be to your late father." Wild Pegasus's lower lip trembled, but he forced his head up, and he tried hard not to look into Leena's chest any more. This was difficult, as Leena was toying with her diamond pendant, a present from Wild Pegasus for her birthday. Her long nails, which had tormented his Bad Thing earlier when she'd given him a bath were quite alluring against her full cleavage.

 

"With your bad lustful attitude, I don't know how I can allow you to brush my hair." Leena said angrily. "I may just have to keep it in its bun tonight." Wild Pegasus's tears began falling freely again...this was their night! The one night when Leena took her hair out of its cruel bun, and he got to brush it. "But look, Leena, I had your brush re-furbished" Wild Pegasus said, pulling the Ivory Ladie's Hairbrush that she'd inherited from her own mother out. "I had the old bristles that were loose replaced with new nylon bristles. They stitched in fresh filaments, and the wooden insert that the brush was filled in was warped after all these years, and deteroirating, and the workman forged a new insert for your brush. Please, Leena, can I brush your hair, darling?"

 

Finally Leena's stern look disappeared, and she smiled at her hopeful son. "I am so proud of my boy, what a nice thing to do for your grandmother's antique hairbrush." she said. "I'm going to give you your treat, tongiht, darling." With that, Leena pulled the comb out of the back of her hair, releasing the long golden tendrils around her shoulders. Bending over as she did it, Wild Pegasus got to see her lovely chest again, and he bent over to look more closely.

 

Leena seemed not to notice Wild Pegasus's staring as she pulled the hair completely out of the bun. Wild Pegasus was absolutely obsessed with the twin images of Leena's hair, dropping on her shoulders like a golden waterfall, and the tumbling of her full breasts as she bent over. Had Wild Pegasus seen a flash of nipple? He wondered.

 

Wild Pegasus was so mesmerized. But, all of a sudden, Leena looked up, and there was her boy again, staring into her chest. SLAP! Wild Pegasus's head bounced against his shoulders as Leena's long burgundy nails raked his face. "You are a filthy little pervert. What would your dear father say?" Leena said with gritted teeth. "I've a good mind to deny you your treat tonight."

 

Despite the pain to Wild Pegasus's jaw, his Bad Thing was even harder, pushing against the little case as Wild Pegasus gasped. Leena had ordered him a very narrow little case, and it didn't permit swellings in Wild Pegasus's Bad Thing. "If you keep your mind on the Bible, and on heavenly things...and take a few cold showers a day, your Bad Thing won't hurt at all." Leena would say. But his Bad Thing was now making his entire hips tremble, and Wild Pegasus inadvertently touched himself. "So that's it!" Leena snarled. "It's your Bad Thing that's getting you into all this trouble."

 

Suddenly Leena's tone softened. "But darling, if it hurts, here's the key, unlock it, and promise me you'll think of Godly things and not sick ones...remember, keep custody of your eyes, and don't focus them on things you shouldn't darling." Wild Pegasus was always puzzled by the way Leena's moods changed, but he was quite happy to run to the bathroom and take off the nasty cock tube that had been locked on him for some time, since the bath earlier. Leena had been thoroughly scrubbing Wild Pegasus, he'd been naked in the tub, even though he was a big boy now, and really should be washing himself, and Leena was wearing a tight sweater that made her resemble the actress Jane Russell.

 

Leena had given Wild Pegasus's Bad Thing a thorough washing in the bath tub earlier, because it had gotten so filthy in the little tube...She'd gotten hot in the bathroom and had taken off her tight sweater, and Wild Pegasus had watched Leena's breasts jiggle and bounce in her frilly black brasseire as she'd scrubbed and soaped his swollen Bad Thing. At one point, Leena had made Wild Pegasus stand up in the tub so she could shave off the naughty hair that kept growing around Wild Pegasus's crotch. "But Leena..." Wild Pegasus kept protesting. "I'm a grown man now...I'm supposed to have hair down there." and Leena kept insisting in a sweet voice as her Gillette razor cut the little curlies "Darling, you are forever a little sissy-boy...and curly-man hair isn't right down there for you."

 

Finally, when Wild Pegasus's crotch was bald, and Leena had powdered it a bit with some white stuff, and then rubbed it with Ben Gay, she'd put him back in the tub to scrub his Bad Thing even more, her little white fingers with their burgundy nails slurping about Wild Pegasus's long hard Bad Thing, and her nipples seemed to be stiffening in their frilly black bra as she worked. Leena finally complained that Wild Pegasus was splashing too much, and she removed her skirt as well, and then was just in her little black bra and panties, and still she rubbed and pulled Wild Pegasus's Bad Thing until it was about to have a messy squirtie, which Wild Pegasus knew would make Leena very angry.

 

Suddenly, Leena had noticed Wild Pegasus's eyes and the impure thoughts behind them, and she'd taken Wild Pegasus out of the tub by his ear and had whipped him with her balsa wood Bath Brush as he bent over the commode, until Wild Pegasus had screamed and cried. Then Leena had made Wild Pegasus stand in the corner in the hallway, stark naked, to be laughed at by the upstairs maids.

 

But now Wild Pegasus was in heaven, for Leena was letting Wild Pegasus brush her hair in long, hard strokes, like she'd taught him, getting all the kinks out of her precious blonde hair. Brush, brush brush..."I like calling this 'Playing Hairdresser' eh, Wild Pegasus?" Leena chuckled. "You're just like one of those gay-boy beauty salon types, darling." Wild Pegasus flushed, because he was a big business man downtown whenever he wasn't at home, tending to Leena... but he kept brushing."Would you like that, my son? To have a gay-boy hair dresser poke you in your bottom, Wild Pegasus." "No Leena" Wild Pegasus snapped. "I hope you're not sassing me, dear, just because Leena likes to joke with you."

 

At some point, however, Leena felt a hard thing poking into her back. "What's that, Wild Pegasus? I feel something hard in your pants." Leena turned to look at the bulge in Wild Pegasus's little navy short pants.

 

"Why Wild Pegasus..." Leena asked, shocked. "What's that nasty bulge in your short pants, dearie?" Wild Pegasus mumbled and looked at the ground. "Wild Pegasus" Leena said warningly, "You'd better make that nasty thing go away, or some little boy is going to be severely punished. Now you may begin brushing my hair with the Ivory Lady's hairbrush you had fixed." Now Wild Pegasus was in heaven, he began carefully brushing Leena's beautiful blonde hair in long, swift strokes, gently so he didn't tug any strands. Wild Pegasus knew how angry Leena could get if her hair was pulled!

 

Wild Pegasus stroked Leena's soft hair with his fingers, and went on brushing it heavily, Leena making soft cooing sounds about her sissy-boy. "Most boys aren't as dedicated as this, Wild Pegasus...you know how to treat your Leena. As Wild Pegasus looked over Leena's shoulder, he saw the swell of her generous breasts again, and watched her long nails toy with the precious diamond locket she'd given him. Wild Pegasus brushed and brushed Leena's glorious hair, and Leena leaned back and touched Wild Pegasus's crotch with her elbow. Yes, it was harder than ever!

 

"Wild Pegasus, you bad boy!" Leena scolded. "Leena told you what would happen if your Bad Thing got all hard and swollen when you were brushing Leena's hair. And I just felt it poking into my elbow. Getting that excited over your own Leena!" Leena looked very angry, and Wild Pegasus protested, "Leena, please don't be angry with me." Leena shook her head, and Wild Pegasus watched wistfully as the full blonde curls danced around her shoulders.

 

.

 

"Now give Leena the Ivory Handled Lady's Brush, and take down your little short pants... Leena must correct you now." Wild Pegasus was terrified. It was only an hour since his last whipping, after his Bad Thing had expanded in the bathroom. His heart racing, Wild Pegasus tried to talk Leena out of being angry. "Please oh, please don't punish me, Leena" he protested. "We are having such a good, nice evening here."

 

Tears smarted in Wild Pegasus's eyes, and Leena smiled cruelly as she saw a couple streaking down his cheeks. "What a sissy boy you are, Wild Pegasus! How ashamed Leena is to have a big boy past the age of twenty-one who can't even control himself! A good beating will cure all that." Leena looked implacable, and took the Ivory Lady's Hairbrush away from Wild Pegasus.

 

"Now take down your pants, Wild Pegasus, you bad sissy-boy." Leena said reprovingly. "I should invite the children in from the street, particularly the girls you like, to watch your chastisement, Wild Pegasus."

 

Wild Pegasus's lower lip began trembling like it never had before, but he sighed deeply, seeing his Leena's scornful dark eyes, and slowly undid one pants-button. Leena snorted with scorn and pulled her reluctant son to her and ripped the short pants open, dragging them down, and then Wild Pegasus's underpants as well. Then Leena grabbed Wild Pegasus by the ear and threw him over her lap, exposing his bare bottom.

 

"Leena regrets that she must punish her naughty boy." Wild Pegasus's Bad Thing was just as hard as it had been, pushing against Leena's knees, and hearing her voice from above his head, didn't seem to comfort him much at all. How horrible it was to have to lay across his mother's lap, a grown man, with his underpants and shorts down, like a child!

 

"Are you ready, here it comes!" Oh please don't hit me Leena, Wild Pegasus thoughtl. Oh, I mustn't cry. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK The Ivory Lady's Hairbrush felt like a tennis racket whacking Wild Pegasus's bare bottom again and again.

 

Wild Pegasus tried hard not to make a noise but it was so difficult! After the thirtieth swat on his unprotected cheeks, Wild Pegasus began to weep. "Oh, please, Leena, please don't hit me anymore." Wild Pegasus wailed. "I won't get hard any more..my penis will be good." Leena screamed. "You filthy boy.! How dare you use that word for your Bad Thing in this house!" Leena pushed Wild Pegasus off her lap. "You're going to have to get a bigger brush now!"

 

Wild Pegasus sighed and stood up, his pants clogged around his ankles. "Go get me the Travel Size rectangular cherrywood clothes brush." Leena ordered.

 

"Usually, I would just whip you with the tortoiseshell hairbrush, which is bigger than the Lady's Ivory, but you've been such a filthy boy. And look at that disgusting Bad Thing!" Wild Pegasus's Bad Thing was poking out and wobbling as Wild Pegasus went to get the large Cherrywood Clothes Brush. Once he had returned with the two foot brush, Leena stood up and pointed a dark red nail at the bed. "Bend over that bed, Sir." Wild Pegasus, in defeat, bent over the bed.

 

It was almost too much for Wild Pegasus, he squirmed as he thought of it, a grown man, baring his bottom for his Leena. "How ashamed WHACK you should WHACK be, my pitiful WHACK child. "Leena screamed, flailing the brush, as if she could read his thoughts "The day is not over, and you have had several bare bottom chastisements...and you a grown man. What would your secretary at the office think?"

 

Wild Pegasus's cheeks burned at the thought of Miss Nillson, his bored-looking secretary, with her long legs and the pert breasts pushing out her little blue sweater, knowing how his Leena chastised him for little matters. Miss Nillson knew that Wild Pegasus was a submissive little thing, and not long after he'd hired her, Miss Nillson had Wild Pegasus running out to get her coffee and lunch, and more than once he'd been forced to polish her high heels when she'd been getting ready for a breakfast meeting.

 

He was always worried that Leena would come to the office and take his pants and undies down right in front of Miss Nillson and spank his naughty bottom...the secretary would probably toss her red hair and assist! Already, she called him "Wild Pegasus" while he called her "Miss Nillson" still. Sometimes Wild Pegasus would stare at her little blue and pink sweaters, the way Miss Nillson breathed in and out, and when he'd get home, Leena would notice the chastity tube was unusually contorted, and then would come an even more vicious whipping. For Leena didn't want her Wild Pegasus getting any bad ideas!

 

Already Miss Nillson had learned that she could fuss at Wild Pegasus if he brought her too much dictation, and slap his face when he botched up the files. Just lightly, of course. Leena would often call and have long talks with Miss Nillson, and Wild Pegasus didn't know what they were about, except that Miss Nillson would giggle as she looked over at her blushing boss. It was quite odd that her employer would have to go home for lunch every day and often when he came back he was holding his bottom!

 

Now Leena's clothes brush landed again and again across Wild Pegasus's rear, and it felt as if she'd pressed it with an iron. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK "Everyone thinks Wild Pegasus is such a good boy to live with his widowed Leena, and support her...what would they think if they knew, Wild Pegasus, WHACK that I haveWHACK WHACK to diaper you for bedwetting, spank your nasty bottom all the time, and punish you for not eating your beets? You are lucky I didn't make you eat soap for using the nasty word "Penis" I'm just giving you a little spanking now."

 

It wasn't nearly as bad as when Leena had Wild Pegasus memorizing his Bible verses...he would miss just one and she would bring out the dreaded twelve inch long five inch thick Oak Paddle, the one with the holes and give him five swipes for every word missed...and there were so many of them!

 

Leena's aim was incredible, Wild Pegasus thought. She knew just where the most vulnerable parts of Wild Pegasus's bottom were, and she could find them with deadly accuracy. She knew that the tender part just under Wild Pegasus's buttocks were of especial sensitivity, and oooh, could she land the clothes brush there with a nasty, vicious slam. "I punish you just like I did your Daddy" Leena would tell Wild Pegasus, and he never quite knew what that meant!

 

Oh, how it hurt. WHACK WHACK Leena's clothes brush was vicious and repeating, and Wild Pegasus bit into the bedspread to keep from screaming. "Why can't you learn WHACK WHACK WHACK to be a WHACK WHACK WHACK big grown boy WHACK WHACK so Leena could let you WHACK WHACK WHACK stay up after eight o'clock at night, and date women and have a normal life...are you crying, darling...is my Wimpie crying?" Wild Pegasus tried hard to keep biting into the bedspread.

 

He knew that Leena didn't want him to be a wimpie boy, and if Wild Pegasus made too many noises during his beating, he knew from bitter experience that M ummie would make him wear a little girl's ballerina frilly dress and Mary Janes and eyeshadow and hblush and have him walk down the street while the other little boys laughed at him...this had always been a good punishment, and had effectively kept him from making friends that would keep him apart from his Leena.

 

This was why Wild Pegasus had to be home from the office at a certain time, and sign in on the chart that Leena kept in the kitchen. He'd tried being late once or twice to have a drink with the boys or stop to pet a dog, and Leena had taken him right out in the back yard and made him scream, her cruel switch landing again and again on his bright red buttocks. Oh, how hard it was to please his Leena! Wild Pegasus also had to register every time he had a bowel movement, and Leena would give him enemas accordingly. She wanted her little boy to be "regular"

 

Finally Wild Pegasus's mouth let go of the spread as a particulalrly nasty slam from the clothes brush hit the tender spot just under his thigh. "Ah, now the birds begin to sing" Leena said brightlly, as she continued Wild Pegasus's eternal flagellation.As Wild Pegasus continued to howl, Leena said calmly, "Scream WHACK WHACK all you like WHACK darling...I knew you would start up...but these WHACK WHACK wails of little-girl anguish WHACK WHACK won't affect WHACK Leena, she needs WHACK WHACK to encourage her WHACK WHACK cherub to stop WHACK WHACK his nasty behavior. WHACK This hurts me WHACK more than it hurts you, my dear."

 

But Wild Pegasus could hear the excitement in Leena's voice as the brush fell again and again on his scorched bare buttocks. He knew that Leena was having quite the good time. At one point, Wild Pegasus's Bad Thing fell between his jouncing legs, and Leena eagerly whacked that with the brush end, and Wild Pegasus screamed loudly, and he could hear Leena snorting

 

 

Poor Wild Pegasus also knew that Leena could be even stricter, she had to be with her recalcitrant boy. She might decide to whip his Bad Thing excessively. Leena would tie her naked boy spread eagled onto the bed, on his back and get a thorn branch from outside and thrash Wild Pegasus's Bad Thing til he screamed, the thorns sticking in various parts of his savaged penis. Leena had done it when she'd found one of Wild Pegasus's nasty girlie books, or if she'd seen one of his handkerchiefs with evil white Bad Thing spillage stains.

 

As Leena would thrash the Bad Thing's tip again and again, she'd say "Your Bad Thing needs to be kept under control, and what better control than a little pain, darling?" Finally Wild Pegasus had gotten the chastity tube locked by Leena..and he had to wear it wherever he went, except during the times Leena was bathing him, or cleaning his Bad Thing with baby oil, her long fingers with their burgundy nails slurping and slipping all over his tortured Bad Thing, as the veins bulged in it with Leena massaging it, giving him warning glances. "You are supposed to use this Bad Thing for pee-pee only, just big boys can have adventures with it, dear." And Wild Pegasus would cry in frustration!

 

But Leena knew that Wild Pegasus loved to rub his Bad Thing, and Leena was determined to break her Wild Pegasus of the evil habit...only she was allowed to rub the Bad Thing, and just of course to make sure it was clean and working right. She would bend over working away with the baby oil until Wild Pegasus was panting and gasping, trying to hold off having an accident, to keep from shooting the evil white stuff, though it was so difficult with Mommie's blouses with their plunging necklines bending over poor Wild Pegasus. Once, when Wild Pegasus had made a bad little mess, Leena had hit it with a small rock-hammer, and another time with a razor strop. And the punishments were awesome when Wild Pegasus had a nocturnal emission, or a wet dream during the night.

 

And Leena made sure that Wild Pegasus wasn't trying to get with girls...if she caught him talking with a saleslady when they were shopping, she'd come over and say something like "I see my little boy is bothering you, yes he looks all grown up,but if I were to take you into the dressing room, you'd see he was wearing little pink panties under that manly suit" and then Wild Pegasus would begin crying, big thick tears coming down his cheeks right in front of the amused saleslady. But Leena knew to encourage Wild Pegasus away from bothering ladies he just didn't qualify for.

 

WHACK WHACK WHACK The cruel clothes-brush brought Wild Pegasus back to the present, leaning as he was across the bed, getting Leena's awful w hipping. On the fiftieth whack Wild Pegasus felt a blister opened by the brush, and he began screaming with abandon, and Leena's laugh was raucous as she lifted and landed the clothes brush and slammed it against his buttocks again and again. "Did I break the little boy's blister?"first was the tender voice and then savagely "You deserve it, you little bastard. How dare you get these impudent thoughts about your Leena. I should hire a grown man to come whip your nasty bottom." Wild Pegasus was terrified at this,but his Bad Thing got even bigger at the thought of a man coming over to give him chastisement.

 

Finally, as Wild Pegasus was completely collapsed on the bed, his buttocks a map of welts and weals, and the one blister bleeding down his legs into his short pants, Mommie stopped. "Do you want to have another chance to brush my hair, you bad boy?" Wild Pegasus got quite excited. Oh, that hair! "Yes Leena...I won't misbehave again."

 

Wild Pegasus pulled up his pants, whimpering, and picked up the Lady's Ivory Hairbrush and began brushing his Leena's hair in long, firm strokes. His bottom felt as if it had been blown apart with buckshot, but Leena was calm now, and he had the privilege of running the brush across her glorious blonde locks.

 

Wild Pegasus hoped and prayed that his Bad Thing wouldn't lose control this time, though he had serious doubts. Suddenly Leena stopped Wild Pegasus. "I have to take off my robe, darling." she said gently. "It's much too warm in here." Wild Pegasus gasped. "But Leena, what about my pen-my Bad Thing? Aren't you worried--"

 

Leena smiled grimly at Wild Pegasus as she removed her robe. "No it's Wild Pegasus that will have to be worried if he gets excited. I'm your Leena, and there is no call for perverted thoughts." Leena dropped her robe, revealing a peach colored demibra holding up her gigantic bosom. "And just so you won't try to hide your Bad Thing from me, take off your clothes, you evil boy!"

 

Wild Pegasus took off all of his clothes, reluctantly, willing his mind not to think of his Leena's beauty especially her fantastic breasts. Leena didn't help, as she toyed with her brasseire, running her fingers over the nipples poking through the bra tips as Wild Pegasus removed his shorts. Wild Pegasus tried hard to think of baseball and the upcoming election...trash in the back yard..anything to take his mind off his beautiful Leena's round honeys.

 

But instantly, of course Wild Pegasus became mesmerized by his Leena's spectacular bosom.The full vanilla breasts, stuffed as they were in the little demibra seemed to hypnotize him. "Well?" Leena asked impatiently. "Aren't you going to brush my hair?" Wild Pegasus gulped. "Yes Leena, of course!" Wild Pegasus began brushing his Leena's hair with a lot of enthusiasm.

 

"I hope I don't have to use the cane on you, darling" Leena said, as Wild Pegasus brushed her hair, hoping against hope that his Bad Thing wouldn't touch her back. "I love canes, though sweetheart. The one I would use on you–" "You don't have to, Leena, I'll be a good boy." Leena clucked her tongue. "Don't interrupt, sweetheart. The one I'd use on you is the three foot six rattan, not the light and whippy one, but the one I call the Headmaster's cane, you know it of course." Wild Pegasus shuddered, thinking of the Headmaster's cane. which Leena also called the "judicial" cane.

 

"I could use one of those bendable canes, sweetheart, but they're so light, and the last one broke on your bottom, and one might bend around your adorable cheeks and make a damaging point, my dear." Wild Pegasus shuddered. "That's why I like the Headmaster's judicial cane, which is used to punish prisoners in Singapore and other countries...it will make you think, so you won't be focused so much on your own pleasure, darling."

 

Wild Pegasus remembered the last time the Judicial Cane had been hefted across his tender bottom, and how he'd screamed for hours, until Leena had had to tie a duster in his mouth to finish the whipping without the neighbors being alerted.

 

"Then there's the birch...might that take your mind off that Bad Thing for a while?" Wild Pegasus's lower lip began to tremble. "Please, Leena, I'm trying to be a good–" Leena laughed. "Enough of that, darling...we know how good you are." Wild Pegasus thought of the horrible birch and how the bound branches had felt the last time Leena had thrashed his bottom with them.

 

He'd had to be tied down and his pants dropped to his knees before Leena was able to swing even once, and he'd nearly ripped the ropes off the bed before the third lash.

 

I've gathered a nice set of twigs and bound them, true it did draw a good deal of blood from your naughty bottom the last time we used it, we soaked the tips in brine...but you're such a squealy boy! But I imagine you might stop thinking about your Bad Thing if the birch was used right where it needs to be."

 

"But even the Birch hasn't seemed to calm your Bad Thing down. It's such a pity. I think the only other alternative is my Scottish Tawse." Leena said thoughtfully, as Wild Pegasus's hairbrush ran over her blonde bangs. "I bought a new one, you know. It's twenty inches long and about two inches wide, and has five leather tails! Might that get your goat, my sweet boy? You must, MUST learn darling, that your Bad Thing is not for use in any way other than urination."

 

Wild Pegasus felt his Bad Thing expanding again, and he backed away slightly from his Leena's back, so she might not feel it again, poking her back and elbow. It would help if Wild Pegasus didn't look over his shoulder into Leena's cleavage while he brushed her glorious hair,but he was only human. And Leena had poured a few drops of Cologne in there! It was making Wild Pegasus crazy! His Bad Thing seemed to be expanding! No! No! It can't...not now. Wild Pegasus tried to think of something disgusting. Cigarette filled ashtrays....no, that only made him remember when his Leena put out a Winston on his squirming Bad Thing once...and it turned Wild Pegasus on!

 

"Darling, would you squirt a bit of Lubriderm onto my chest, please?" Wild Pegasus obeyed, and then Leena shifted so her breasts were up a bit. "Now rub it in just a little darling." Wild Pegasus rubbed Leena's breasts..Oh, he was in heaven! They were so soft, the nipples pointing out, and oh, what pleasure it was! "That's enough!" Leena slapped Wild Pegasus's hand as he reached her bra-covered nipple. "Get back to your hair brushing, you little sex fiend." Wild Pegasus breathed deeply and continued brushing Leena's hair while Leena tantalizingly rubbed oil into her own breasts.

 

Leena squeezed and massaged the oil into her beautiful breasts as Wild Pegasus looked over her shoulder, combing her long tendrils again and again. "They're sore, Wild Pegasus. It's one of those things that happens to a girl, even of my age, it's a shame. Leena rubbed them some more, and Wild Pegasus unconsciously began rubbing his Bad Thing against Leena's back, hypnotized as he was with watching his Leena rub and squeeze her full breasts. "What's that I feel?" Leena asked all of a sudden, and she turned around, and there was Wild Pegasus's Bad Thing full and expanded, a long pink hotdog, it was.

 

"Oh, Wild Pegasus" Leena said sadly as she looked at his precum soaked Bad Thing. "What can I do to keep your mind pure?" Wild Pegasus's eyes were fixed on Leena's full breasts now, as she'd turned her entire body around. "Now I must punish you again, Wild Pegasus—"

 

Wild Pegasus sighed, and burst into tears. It would be a long evening.

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Incandenza turned to the mirror and leaned forward slightly, amazed at how sexy he felt in bra and panty hose. Marveling that indeed this bra managed to push his chest enough to give a hint of rounded flesh.

 

Oh my christ.

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Yes. Because copying cybersex fiction whatever shit from other sites is such original and biting comedy.

Have you stopped pretending you don't read my posts then?

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This is really excellent. Chave, I think you should leave tomorrow and not come back for another year.

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I mean that as a compliment.

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does anyone else read (in their minds) in a british accent when they read a Chave post?

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does anyone else read (in their minds) in a british accent when they read a Chave post?

I'll take the lift!

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There's no such thing as a British accent. Chave and I are both from Britain but he is English and I am Scottish. Neither of us would sound funny reading it, I don't think.

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There's no such thing as a British accent. Chave and I are both from Britain but he is English and I am Scottish. Neither of us would sound funny reading it, I don't think.

No, but Zorin would.

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Morrissey would.

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Sssh, just let her be in heel mode for a while, it'll be OK.

 

It's not heel mode.

 

The shit just isn't funny.

 

Although, it is funny seeing you dorks pretend to laugh at shit solely due to who the poster is.

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You know, at first I thought this was going to be a topic based on Matt Young's tit robbery, but this is much more entertaining.

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Morrissey would.

That's an answer to any question, ever.

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Sssh, just let her be in heel mode for a while, it'll be OK.

 

It's not heel mode.

 

The shit just isn't funny.

 

Although, it is funny seeing you dorks pretend to laugh at shit solely due to who the poster is.

 

I seriously have no who idea who you are. Why should I.