Time for the second and last installment of “The Care Package” by Mucky Sod. The first chapter was published on my blog some days ago so you may want to read that now in case you haven’t done so already. It is available here: “The Care Package” by Mucky Sod – MF.
I met Myandra/Andy, at Killington, three winters ago. I worked there as a ski-lift operator and was part of their ski-patrol team as well. As employees, we got to ski this magnificent mountain for free. One day, I paired up with her by chance on the ski lift. We chatted for those twenty odd minutes during the ride to the top. As luck would have it, we kept running into each other through out that day on the slopes. That evening I saw her again at the Wobbly Barn, which is a popular Après-ski watering hole at the base of the mountain. We struck up a conversation which led to us becoming ski buddies that winter. I got used to running into her on the mountain and got to know her a little more.
She had a Master’s degree in Art and Literature from Berkeley University and moved to Vermont when she inherited her grand parent’s estate after her grand mother died a few years ago. Besides the big house, the grandparents also left her their hardware store. She made attempts to turn this into an art gallery but not being very business minded, she ended up using this facility more for storage than an art gallery. It was just another property she had inherited and didn’t know what to do with. She was a successful writer of children’s books, so was not hurting for money. She also taught art for some of the locals. In our conversations she told me that I had very striking facial features and that I ought to consider modeling for her students. Back then, I lived on a tight budget of a ski-bum, so any chance to make extra money was welcomed. I agreed right away.
I posed for her students, whenever she was teaching portraits. Every once in a while she suggested some semi-nude modeling and as it only involved exposing one or part of my breasts I was happy to oblige. She paid me well. I got to know some of her students and we became friends during our after-class sessions at the Pot Belly pub.
Andy was a woman of mystery. She was very secretive about her personal life. Once in a while, she would join us for drinks, but whenever personal stuff came up in our conversations, she would brush off the questions with a shy smile or a, “none of you damn business.” Whenever I asked others about her, I would get only blank looks. Once, some one said that Andy may be a lesbian, but they were not sure. Another puzzling thing about Andy was her secret trips to Cape Cod. She supposedly had friends from college who had galleries in Provincetown. Every one knew that Provincetown was popular place for artists and writers, but it was also a famous LGBT community of New England. Like everyone else I could only speculate.
My friendship with Andy grew. The more I got to know her, the more fascinated I became of her. She was a classy lady; beautiful with a lot of striking attributes. We both had similar figures, except that she was a few inches taller than me. She looked stunning in whatever she wore. There was an aura of elegance and seductiveness to her femininity. She was the kind of woman I always wanted to be. She was comfortable with herself but without the arrogance. It was easy to be around her because of the kindness she radiated when I was with her. In short, I was mesmerized by her. When we first met on the ski slopes, she reminded me of a movie star, with her long blond hair flowing behind her, as she worked her sexy ass downhill. Her confidence was very impressive and I had hoped even back then, that she and I would become friends. In time, we did. Still, there was that wall of secrecy to her. She was determined to maintain it and I never pushed past her boundaries.
She conducted her art classes in the living room of her house. The class size was small enough to accommodate everyone comfortably. I became a regular model for her sessions. One day I arrived at her place to discover that all her students had cancelled for that day’s session.
“I will pay you for your time, of course, Margo,” She said. “It’s not your fault.”
“Thanks, Andy,” I said politely. “But you don’t have to do that, you know. I would hate to take any money without working for it.”
“I have an idea, Margo,” she said with excitement to her voice. “How would you like to model for me? I have been meaning to use you for my stuff. We just never got around to it yet. Why don’t we try some sketches today?” Then she paused, “But, Margo, sweetie, I have to be honest with you. My specialty is nudes. Tasteful ones, of course. I don’t do porn!”
“Really what?” Andy asked in a matter of fact manner, “Really, that I want you to pose for my nudes or really, that I don’t do porn?”
I laughed shyly and said, “You know what I mean. But really I have no objection as long it’s for you. If you are OK with that, so am I. I hope my body is not a disappointment.”
“You have a lovely figure, Margo,” she said. “Besides, nudes are not always about lithe bodies. A lot of old masters painted fat, chubby women. You are definitely a cut above.”
She told me that sketching was her best kept secret. She could sketch nudes with her eyes closed. She said that she could knock off several sketches in one session and hoped that today was one of those days. Of course, I was willing to cooperate anyway I could.
“You will have to tell me what to do. I have never done full nude modeling before. I trust you, of course.”
“Well that’s a good start,” she said and went about getting ready while I went to the bathroom to change in a robe. I had seen some of her magical works, hanging all over her house so I knew she was talented.
While I was undressing, I kept thinking to myself, Wow, to be sketched by Myandra Bentley! That too, in the nude! I was bubbling with excitement when I came back to where she was waiting for me.
“We’ll only do some charcoals today, if that’s ok with you, Margo,” she said.
“You are the boss. Just tell me where to sit and what you want me to do.”
She went to work immediately. I sat sideways for the first sketch. She wanted me on a stool with my bathrobe over my thighs and legs. One of my breasts and the side of my face was being sketched. She hardly spoke while working. The first sketch took just half an hour.
“OK, this one’s done,” she announced. I changed position for the next one.
“Can I see it?”
“Nope! Not yet.” She replied abruptly. “I will show you everything when I am done. Don’t worry; you will see yourself in your naked glory at the end. Trust me.”
She went back to work. I wore the robe up to my waist so that my legs were visible for the next sketch, which took longer than the last one. More sketches followed as she kept drawing. I changed positions and revealed more and more of myself for every new sketch. She worked frantically, stopping briefly to sip some juice and then going back to work. I was allowed short breaks in between each sitting. Finally when she was done with the sketches of me in the robe, she said she was ready for full nudes. Up until this point, I thought nothing of what I was doing with her today. It was work, and just art, for art’s sake. But when the robe came off, I became aware of my nudity. I also realized that I was doing it for someone I had secretly admired. I became acutely aware of this.
I was told to turn around and bend over, holding the stool so she could do my back side. She said I had the perfect ass for sketching. This made me blush. I was sure that my vagina was protruding out from in between the cheeks of my ass. I wondered how she was drawing this part of my body. I felt a tingling between my legs. I was actually a little turned on. The thought of someone like her, sketching my most private parts like this, excited me. I definitely felt the moisture between my vaginal lips. I hoped that she wouldn’t notice this from where she was.
After this sketch, she told me to wear the robe again but keep it open. I had to lean back on the stool, my legs stretched out, feet on the floor, holding the edge of the stool from behind. My body was sprawled out, so that the robe hung on my shoulders behind me and I was totally naked at the front. We did not break in between these two sketches. She didn’t want to lose the momentum. We had been working for nearly four hours by now.
I was aware of the excitement the previous sketch had caused. I distinctly felt the wetness inside my vagina. I feared that I might start dripping as I parted my legs and exposed my pussy in this pose. I worried that she would see this. I didn’t know why I was getting so turned right then. It never occurred to me that I might want to be with a woman. I was very impressed with Andy, but up until now, I never imagined being with her in a sexual sort of way. So it was quite embarrassing that my cunt was oozing, while she sketched me. It was not because I was physically attracted to her at this point but perhaps, it was the freedom I felt at that moment. My naked body, spread open for her, made me feel very sensual. I felt in control but I felt like losing control, and especially, to her. It was not planned. It was all new to me but still, I was interested to see where this would go. I trusted Andy implicitly. Up until now, the trust was more plutonic than sexual. So I tried to keep sexual thoughts out of my head at the time. But it was not easy. I kept imagining her dominating me. I was enjoying the thought of her controlling me. No words were spoken but I felt this invisible desire deep down. I also felt comfortable enough to finally ask her something which had been bothering me for a while.
“Andy, is it true what some people say about you?”
“Oh?” she said, without looking up. “What do they say about me?”
“Andy?” I said and paused, “Are you a lesbian?”
She stopped abruptly and looked at me. Her expressions were very cold. She went on staring at me.
“I hope I didn’t offend you, Andy? I am sorry. I was just curious.”
Still no response. Just that stoned cold expression.
“What?” I said nervously. “Can’t you speak and say something please?” I grinned nervously. “Oh man, I am not offending you, am I? Andy? I did, didn’t I?”
And then her smile returned. There was sneakiness to her smile too.
“Tell you what,” she said, “hold your thoughts and let me finish first. I am almost done here and then we can talk about all that stuff, OK?”
She went back to work. I remained quiet after that. She became very busy putting the final touches to this sketch. Finally she said out loud, “And, Voila! We are done!”
She picked up the completed sketches and walked toward me. I was about to stand up and cover myself with the robe when she spoke in a commanding voice.
“No, don’t!” she said loudly. “Leave that open. I want you exactly where you are. I want you to stay just like that so I can show you what I have done with your beautiful body.” And she showed me all her sketches. One, by one.
“Wow,” I exclaimed when I saw myself in the nude through her eyes and her charcoal. She had turned me into a seductive vixen. When she showed me the one where I was bent over the stool with my backside to her, my jaw nearly hit the floor. She sketched my back side and my vagina in a very tasteful, but extremely erotic manner. She captured the excitement I had felt at the time too. She was very detailed in the way she sketched the cheeks of my ass and my vaginal lips as they opened from behind me. I don’t know how she managed to do this with charcoal but she distinctly created a little wetness oozing out of me too. Suddenly I became wet again.
“You were excited, weren’t you, Margo?” she whispered and came closer. She had a mischievous smile to her. I blushed like a little school girl.
Finally, she showed me the last sketch which she had just finished. It had the distinct characteristic of porn. I was taken a back with what I saw. There I was, sprawled out in my naked glory, holding on to the stool, the bath robe flowing behind me and my cunt lips wide open. Once again, she had drawn a few drops of juice oozing out of me.
“Now, tell me the truth, Margo,” She said confidently and reached for my bathrobe which was clinging to my shoulders. “Tell me, did posing for me excite you?”
Her hands massaged my shoulders and I became wobbly. I had my answer. She was definitely a lesbian and now she was coming on to me very deliberately. What I didn’t understand at that moment was, why was I not stopping her? If I was not interested in her physically then why was this happening? Something else was very noticeable about her too. I felt a genuine tenderness to her approach. And I wanted it to continue. I did not stop her when she bent down to kiss my lips. She still held the sketches in her hand.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me Andy,” I trembled. I was becoming putty in her hands. “I don’t know what I am doing here,”
“Shhsssssh,” She said and placed a finger on my lips. She kissed my forehead lovingly, and dropped the sketches on the floor. Her hand moved to one of breasts and she touched me. Her approach was so gentle. I was still in the same position, with my legs spread out over the stool. She moved her finger down to my vagina and touched my clit. I was very wet. I could not speak as she spread my lips, and penetrated my cunt with her index finger. I moaned. I forgot that it was a woman who was doing this to me. Part of me wanted to run, but the other part of me begged me to stay. I felt something which was much bigger than lust. I felt it in my core. I wanted her to continue and have her way with me. If she was a Lesbian then so be it. She finger fucked me slowly. Her thumb found the nub of my clit and sent electric shocks to my spine.
“Oh fuck, Andy,” I moaned and held her hand tightly. She inserted another finger. I was creaming on her fingers. She touched me skillfully. Only a woman would know how to please another woman like this. I leaned back on the stool with my eyes closed and waited for the explosion which was on its way. I could sense this. This was pure skill of an artist. She knew what I needed at that moment and she was giving it to me. The flood of emotion and pleasure finally broke from deep with in me. I held her hand tightly and then with one last thrust of her finger I exploded on to her hand. I don’t squirt very often, but that day, with her fingers inside me, I lost control and came all over her hand. It was a pure and beautiful moment. It felt so perfect and so right.
“Oh dear god,” I sighed when I opened my eyes. She stood above me. Her finger was out of my pussy and she was stroking my hair lovingly. “Oh god, Andy, thank you! I don’t know what else to fucking say to you right now. I am just, so, so ,” I was lost for words.
“You needed it, baby,” She said and helped me with the robe. She caressed my face like a mother does to her baby. “Sweet Margo, Sweet, sweet Margo. You are so beautiful and so sexy. I enjoyed making you smile. Very much.”
“Wow,” I smiled, “My first finger fucking by a woman!”
“Is this how you imagined it would be?” She asked coyly.
“Better,” I smiled. “So, am I supposed to do something for you now? I am sorry; I am not sure what we are supposed to do next, Andy. I have never been with someone like you before. I don’t want to seem selfish or anything, you know.” I was very nervous.
She smiled and pulled me up to face her. She held my hand and looked into my eyes.
“Do you trust me? I mean really, really trust me?”
“Of course,” I said. “After what just happened here? Of course I do, Andy. Why would you even ask?”
“What do you think happened here, Margo?” She asked. “Why did you allow me to touch you like that? Do you remember what you felt at that time? I don’t mean the lust part, what else happened? I have to be sure, you know!”
“I don’t know,” I tried to explain. “But yes, you are right; it was not just the lust. There was something else. I guess I have been attracted to you all this time and didn’t know it? I am so in awe of you, Andy. It was not lust. May be an admiration? I am not sure how to explain. It’s not your stunning looks or your sexy personality. It’s the person that I know you are, that overwhelms me? I think I wanted that person to touch me but didn’t know it. I wanted Andy, the incredible human being that you are, to feel me. So, yes, I think that’s why it got as far as it did. And honestly? I don’t care if you are a Lesbian, I like being around you even if we never do this again. Does that explain things?”
She stood looking at me and smiled. She said nothing.
“What?” I asked. “Fucking say something already!”
She took my hand and said, “Come with me. Let’s take this upstairs.”
With my half opened robe flowing behind me, she led me up the stairs to her huge bedroom.
“Very nice, Andy,” I said when we entered her bedroom.
“I will love you today like you have never been loved before, if you will let me, Margo. But only if you want me, to want you.” There was that controlling voice of hers again.
“Sounds like you have been planning this for a while, huh?” I chided her.
“Not at all,” she replied. “These things are supposed to happen when they happen. No one can plan this. I am not a big fan of seduction.”
She kissed me on the lips and held my hands. It was that soft gentle kiss of a woman. I liked the feel of her lips on my lips. She was so feminine and so elegant. She slipped off the robe from my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I stood in front of her, completely naked again. She stepped back and took off her smock. She had not been wearing a bra underneath. I saw her breasts for the first time. They were beautiful. She had small, perky nipples. Her breasts were about the same size as mine, but her nipples were so much sexier than mine. I went on staring at her tits. She saw this and took one of my hands to her breasts. I felt another woman’s breasts for the first time. She still wore her Pirate pants which hung just below her naval. She had an amazing body. Her flat belly was tighter than mine. She was very athletic and I couldn’t wait to see the rest of her but I didn’t want to rush things. I was enjoying her lead.
She moved her head down to my neck and planted soft kisses all over my neck and then slid down to take one of my breasts in her mouth. No man that I know could do this as skillfully as she did. She suckled on my nipple while her hand played with my other breast. She tried to take my entire breast in her mouth and it drove me crazy. I started to moan with pleasure. She took her time with each breast. Switching back and forth with her mouth and hand and then flickering her tongue over my erect nipples. This drove me insane with pleasure. I kept stroking her hair and breathing into her ears. I bit her ear lobes and heard her moans. The more she sucked my breasts the more my love juices gushed out of my pussy. My cunt was on fire. My juices flowed out of me uncontrollably. She knew all the right moves. She was the master of making love to another woman. Eventually her tongue snaked its way down to my belly button. She was down on her knees in front of me now. I felt helpless at not being able to do anything. I wanted to touch her and hold her too, but she was determined to be in command. I kept caressing her long blond hair from above.
“Your have beautiful skin,” She said and licked her way downward. “I like the taste of your skin, Margo. I hope you don’t mind that I want to have you first? We will see what follows. OK?”
I didn’t say a word. I was swooning with excitement. My cunt was steaming with excitement. I knew it won’t be long before her tongue finds its way down in between my legs and plays with my clit. I ached for this. She caressed my naked skin with her hands and her tongue as she moved downward. She was on her knees when she parted my legs apart. Her hand went behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me toward her mouth. My juices leaked out of my pussy and trickled down to my thighs. She licked my thighs and tongued her way up to my crotch. She found the bottom part of my soaking wet pussy and licked her way up. I felt shivers all over my shaking body as her tongue went up ward through the open slit of my wet cunt. I felt her darting upward, heading toward my excited clit. When she arrived there, she deliberately circled my nub to tease me. A desperate moan escaped my lips. Eventually, her lips covered my throbbing clit. I screamed as she started to milk my little erection. I shuddered with pleasure. My entire body shook and then just like what happened downstairs, I came again. It was more like I gushed than just cum. I had never lost control so quickly like this before. Then to have two orgasms in matter of minutes was something I had never imagined I could do. I screamed loudly when I came. She continued to lick me, and while still on her knees, she moved around me. She commenced licking the underside of my ass in a very slow and erotic manner. She worked her way up my back side and slowly stood up behind me in such a way so that our asses were touching each other. She was still wearing her Pirate pants and I was completely naked.
She took my hand and while facing away from me, turned me around so that I was hugging her from the back. My nipples brushed against her bare back. She folded my arms around herself and let me hold her. I smelled her hair and her flowery perfume. She dropped her head into my neck. I moved down to kiss her lips. I took that as a signal to take the lead and do something for her now. She looked up at me and smiled.
“You still like me?” She asked. “Me, the person?”
“Of course,” I said and kissed her again. This time I tongued her mouth and tasted her properly. I had never kissed a woman like this before. That too, with such intensity as I was kissing her right then. It felt so natural.
“I believe you,” she said and took my hands to her breasts.
I planted kisses to her neck, still standing and holding her from behind. I blew hot air in her ears and kissed her shoulders. She was so beautiful and so feminine. I played with her breasts and her tiny nipples with my fingers. I felt really close to her at this tender moment. She moaned and took one of my hands. I knew what will happen next. I was fully prepared for the first time I will touch another woman’s pussy. I couldn’t wait to feel hers. So I let her lead my hand downward into the elastic band of her Pirate pants. She kept letting me stroke her Pubic area. She was completely shaved. Then suddenly I felt something and froze. Andy had a cock.
“What the….” I started to say but I didn’t get to finish.
She turned around, with my hand still inside her pants, still holding her penis.
To say that I was breathless from a major shock at that particular moment would be the understatement of a lifetime. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. I was not prepared for this. Part of me wanted to laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation. Had I been set up by Andy? It was very awkward but for some reason, I was not angry at Andy. There was a comical aspect to this too.
“I am sorry, Margo,” Andy said in a sincere voice. “I should have told you before it got this far. But, honestly, I didn’t plan this. I am sorry. Do you feel cheated? I swear that was never my intention. You said you trusted me, remember?”
“Yeah, may be you should have told me this,” I said as I tried to control a laugh. “I got to tell ya, Andy, what a fucking surprise!”
“We can stop right now and pretend this never happened. And I am truly sorry, Margo,” she said as she stared into my eyes.
Ironically, while all this was going on, I was still holding her erect cock.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said out loud. “After all this? I don’t want to stop. I want to see it. I have never seen a ….wait, what do they call you then? I am not even sure. A he-female? A she-male? A Tran? What already?”
“Mostly a chick with a dick,” she smiled.
“A very beautiful chick with a dick,” I laughed. “Except, I haven’t seen the dick yet.”
To me she truly was a beautiful woman, despite her cock, which I was still holding in my hand. My horniness disappeared for a brief moment but my curiosity kept me interested. She had, after all, taken a big risk to reveal this aspect of herself to me. So I continued to hold her cock like it was my prized possession. Judging by the way it felt, it was not a small cock either.
“This has to fucking come off,” I screamed and yanked down her Pirate pants. The ruffled pleats of her pants had hidden her erection rather well despite the fact that she had not worn any underwear.
I stood back to look at her properly. In front of me stood a beautiful woman, with the sexiest feminine features; that long mane of her golden hair, and her fantastic tits, her flat feminine belly, those long legs and a perfectly shaven crotch and a very proud and erect cock. It was about seven inches long with a pretty good girth to it. If I didn’t know any better, as I did now, I would have sworn it was a man I was staring at from waist below. Without, of course, the sexy legs. And she had a pair of legs to die for too. “Holy shit! Holy fucking shit,” was all I could say at that moment. I could not stop smiling too.
“So, this is your secret, huh.” I said to her. “This is the reason why you are so quiet about your personal life?”
“Well, not too many people are receptive to such bizarre acts of nature, you know,” she said and smiled. “Not everyone is open-minded as you are, Margo. I had a feeling that you might be. But quite honestly, I had no idea that you have never been with a woman before. That one was bit of a surprise for me.”
I pulled her close and caressed her golden hair. “But you went for me anyway,” I said sarcastically.
“I took a risk only because you asked if I was a lesbian.”
“Ok so now what should we do, Andy?”
“We do whatever comes naturally,” She said. “Do you want to be here with me still or are you turned off, totally?”
“Are you able to fuck a woman with this thing?” I asked coyly. I was already stroking her cock.
“I can be with a man and a woman. I can do both. But ultimately it’s the person that counts, remember?”
“Well, in that case,” I said confidently. “This could be start of something beautiful. I want to be with you Andy. You, the person, above anything else. I have developed a crush on you obviously or I don’t think we would have come this far. And this does not turn me off. In fact, this becomes easier. That is, if you still want me around, of course!”
“Silly girl,” she smiled. “Of course I want you around.”
“Well that settles it,” I agreed, smiled and looked at her cock again. I was still stroking it. I couldn’t wait to have it in my mouth.
“Margo, tell me why do you think this becomes easier?” she asked.
“I get to have you as a man, and as a woman. And the way you touched me today as a woman, no one has ever done that to me before. So yeah, for me this is much easier. I get to have it all.” I told her and added, “What about you though?”
“I like it that we are here,” she said very lovingly and added, “Together! Does that answer your question?”
It did. We moved over to the bed.
We made love during that afternoon and into the evening. She was a great kisser. My lips became puffy from all the kissing we did that day. I could not get enough of playing with her tongue inside my mouth and rubbing her breasts as we kissed. This was a new experience for me and I fell into the role instantly.
When she finally fucked me with her cock, there was a special tenderness to her technique. Guys are not so tender when they are fucking. Andy was something else. She was very gentle when she entered me. The first time it felt awkward and she sensed this.
“Think of me as the lesbian you always wanted to fuck, except that this lesbian comes with a permanent strap-on!”
“What a beautiful strap-on you have too,” I said to her and inserted her cock inside me.
It was impossible not to adore her cock. I kept touching it throughout the time we were together. I also got to suck her. She tasted a little different from the men I have had in my mouth. Letting her cum in my mouth was a special treat for me. It was my way of paying tribute to her trust. When she fucked me from behind I felt the length of her cock hitting the bottom of my pussy. I experienced an amazing orgasm with that position. When she fucked me Missionary position I was able to play with her tits and watch her from below. She was an intense lover. I was very surprised how quickly I made the adjustment of being with someone like her sexually. I guess my inner demons, this crush that I apparently had for her, woke up and saw me through this new transition. The emotional attachments were very strong.
Low and behold, after this first time, I started seeing more and more of Andy. Later she asked me to move in with her and make our relationship more permanent. There were no needless pressures on each other. In time, everything fell into place quite nicely. We turned her so-called art gallery into a café for me. I always wanted to put my Business degree to good use and Vermont was the perfect place to do this, without the corporate bullshit I had left behind to become a ski bum. It was the best of both worlds. She had more time to write, paint and promote her work. I had something permanent to call my own. We complimented one another rather well. And the sex was awesome too.
In many ways, we had an open relationship. She and I agreed that Andy, despite having this beautiful cock, would want hard body of a man every now and then. So she was free to explore whenever such opportunity presented itself. I too had a similar freedom, even though I hardly took advantage of this privilege. Having my ways with Antoine was probably one of these isolated incidents where I went for a male body in such ferocious manner. Andy made her runs to Provincetown and did her thing every now and then with other Transgender and or gay men just for a little variety. We could talk about this without any jealousy between us. We both knew and respected our limits. I became very comfortable with our situation and was not ashamed to talk about it when asked. The whole town assumed that we were a happy lesbian couple. They didn’t know that Andy had a dick too. Andy didn’t want the whole world to know this. So we kept it that way.
I sat at the counter of my café, thinking about all this today, because Andy called this morning and was coming home today. Up until now, I had not said a thing to her about Antoine. How he and I had been fucking our brains out while she was gone. I could not hide Antoine from her for ever, obviously. Andy and I had an open relationship and we were always honest about everything. I laughed when I thought what a shock it will be for her when she finds out. Especially, since she specifically told me not to dip into this particular jar of honey. But the fact was, I did. I had my ways with Antoine. I knew that she would be OK with it, but still, it played on me. I wanted to break the news to her and tell her everything when she was home.
Another thing which occurred to me was that Antoine never asked me about my relationship with Andy. I was too busy fucking him and using his hard body until now. I had to tell him. So I took him aside and told him about me and Andy. Surprisingly, he was not judgmental. He smiled sheepishly when I told him. Of course, I left out the detail about Andy’s cock. He probably thought we were just two lesbians in love. I also made him promise not to tell Andy anything about what he and I had been up to. I wanted to be the first one to tell Andy. Antoine smiled again and this time I noticed it was not an innocent smile. I didn’t think much about it at that moment.
The moment I heard Andy’s car pulling into the driveway, I ran to meet her. We kissed passionately. “Damn, I have missed you, sexy girl,” she said.
Antoine walked toward us as well and Andy kissed him on the cheek. “Hello Handsome. Has my friend been keeping you busy? You look good, Antoine. All well with you?”
“Yes, Margo has been a great host, Myandra.” He said in a polite whisper. “It’s great to see you again. May I help you with your stuff?”
“Yes, thank you darling,” Andy said. “Be a dear and put all the art shit in the garage and then if you don’t mind, bring the suitcase up to the bedroom, please!” Then she turned to look at me, “I assume he has been up to our bedroom, Margo?” She winked.
“Are you nuts?”
“Uh huh,” was all she said and grabbed my ass. “I still want to see our bedroom. I want some of this baby. I have missed you so much.”
We held hands tightly and walked to the house. We were nearly at the door when she turned around, called out to Antoine and started to walk back to the car. But first she turned around and shouted at me, “Go ahead, Margo, I will be right there. Let me have a word with Antoine. There’s something I have to tell him about my stuff.”
I said nothing. I waited at the door and watched as Andy strutted her sexy ass toward Antoine. I saw them talking, but couldn’t hear anything. Her back was to me, so I couldn’t see her face, but I distinctly remember Antoine with the same sheepish smile of his again. When they were done she turned around and walked back to me.
“You still here?” she smiled and took my hand in hers again. She kissed me once more.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“Oh nothing,” she said casually. “I wanted to tell him what to do with my stuff and then we got to talk about our mutual friends on the Cape. They told me to say hello to him. I told you, the kid is very likable everywhere. You know the usual gossip?”
We were inside the house and could not stop hugging each other. I had truly missed her presence when she was gone. I could tell she had too. I could feel her erection when we French kissed. She was very horny to see me.
“Oooh, my baby is hard. Happy to see me, are ya, bitch?” I whispered to her in between our kisses. “I am ready too,” I said, “Let’s go. I want to ravish you now.”
I didn’t expect her to agree but she did. We went straight to our bedroom while Antoine was unloading the car. I couldn’t wait to grope her. I kissed her hard on the mouth the moment we walked in the bedroom. I started to undress her.
“Hold on there baby doll,” she protested. “What’s the hurry?”
“Not a moment to waste,” I said and took off her bra. I started to suck her nipples and heard her moans.
“Let’s do this on the bed, Margo,” She cried
We ended up in bed and pulled off the covers. She had my top off and unclasped my bra with one hand while the other hand found the top button of my jeans. She slid that hand inside me and found my opening. I was soaking wet. We went on kissing and getting hotter and hotter for one another. Then suddenly Antoine walked in on us. I had left the bedroom door open and he saw us kissing while we were propped up against the pillows on the bed. Andy stopped and looked at Antoine but made no attempt to cover herself. Her tits were visible for anyone to see. I was shocked but Andy wasn’t.
“Come in Antoine,” Andy said. “Come in and watch the action. Have you seen two women together before, sweetie? Does this make you excited?”
Antoine said nothing. Just that shit eating grin of his.
“What’s the matter with you?” I hissed at Andy.
“Oh don’t worry, honey. He is old enough,” She said ignoring me and then looked at Antoine, “Aren’t you Antoine? You like this don’t you, huh?”
Antoine was still quiet, but it was impossible to ignore the growing bulge in his crotch.
“Why don’t you sit down on the chair and watch, Antoine?” Andy said to him. “You like to watch, right? Don’t be afraid honey. Take off your pants if you feel like.”
As if on cue, Antoine went for his zipper and took off his pants. Andy turned to look at me. It was at this moment, I though that perhaps I ought to tell her about Antoine and I, but I couldn’t. Everything happened so quickly. I had not expected him to get undressed so fast. Our faces were turned toward Antoine, who was about to take off his underwear, Andy and I ended up whispering to each at the same time, “Wait till you see the size of….”
We stopped and stared at each other I knew right then the joke was on me. Now I understood why Andy had left me at the front door to go back and talk to Antoine just a while ago. To set this up! It was also obvious now that she had seen him naked before I did. She knew how huge his dick was. What else did she do with him? I wondered and smiled.
“I saw him modeling at the Cape. That’s how I know. The kid was quite the hit.” Andy said and grinned.
“You only saw him model?” I pouted. “Just that? Nothing else?”
“I’ll tell you all about it later,” she said. “Can we fuck now? I don’t care if he is watching I want you, and that’s all I know.”
We resumed our lovemaking. Now that the cat was out of the bag, I wanted to undress Andy urgently because I was still wondering if Antoine knew about my Andy’s cock. By the time we got down to Andy’s underwear, Antoine was totally naked and was stroking himself. I saw him obediently sitting away from us in the chair. He was watching us very intently. When I pushed down Andy’s underwear, I was expecting the shock. But it never came. It became apparent that even Antoine kept secrets from me. The sneaky bastard obviously knew about Andy and his dick. After that, I burst out laughing at my own naivety. It felt so stupid all of a sudden.
“What’s the matter?” Andy protested as I stroked her cock.
“Oh nothing,” I said, “I want this thing inside me. That’s all I care about now.” I said and quickly straddled her. I inserted her cock inside my pussy and plopped down on her. I had missed her and I had missed her cock. Even though I had been spoiled by Antoine’s massive penis these past few days, but I had missed my tender lover very much.
It turned out Andy had missed me too. She grabbed my breasts and sat up to suck them. Her hunger for my tits was apparent. I rode her cock. She moaned and I had a feeling she was going to cum very soon. My back was turned to Antoine so I could not see what he was doing. But Andy could.
“Oh the poor thing,” Andy whispered to me. “Let’s not disappoint him, Margo.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Andy pulled away from under me and went over to Antoine. She brought him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. She told me to straddle him. When I did, she took his massive cock and inserted it in my soaking wet pussy. I was already familiar with this enormous tool. This position reminded me of the first time with Antoine in the bathroom. I wasted no time. I had no idea what Andy had in mind but was very willing now.
“That’s it beautiful,” Andy whispered to me. “Feel him inside you. Isn’t he just so fucking beautiful? Just look at him. Isn’t he just so fucking delicious?”
She stood next to me and offered me her cock. I was very happy to oblige. She held my head lovingly as I slurped on her cock and tasted my own pussy juices on his dick. Slowly our pace quickened. Antoine who had not said a single word yet, moved under me. He pushed his pelvis upward and made slow moves to fuck me from below. I licked Andy’s cock. She moved away from me abruptly and went to our bed side table. She opened the drawer and pulled out the tube of lube. She was bent over Antoine’s head as she reached for the lube. He turned and took Andy’s cock in his mouth. I was mesmerized with what I just saw. I had never seen a man suck another cock before. It was so hot to watch this.
Andy changed position. She moved her leg over Antoine’s face and straddled his mouth as she faced me. She still had the lube in her hand. She lay over Antoine’s body, facing away from him and began licking my clit while I rode Antoine’s cock. In the mean time, Antoine resumed sucking Andy’s cock. My eyes were open wide. I had to see everything that was taking place right now. It was such a hot moment. I pulled Andy up and kissed her hard on the lips while I played with her tits. No one was in a hurry. All three of us wanted this moment to last for ever.
Andy brought the lube playfully to my face and whispered to me, “Ready for some fun, baby?” She had a mischievous grin. I freaked out. I knew my playful Andy.
“God no, Andy,” I hissed at her from between my teeth. “You are not going to fuck him in the ass! Oh no, Andy, don’t! The poor kid!”
She giggled and abruptly pulled her cock away from Antoine’s mouth. She literally jumped off of him and positioned herself behind me in a flash. I heard her answering me from behind me. “Not him, babe. I already had him.”
Suddenly, I felt a handful of lube being applied in the crack of my ass. I also heard Andy asking Antoine loudly, “So Antoine, what do you think Margo wants, huh?”
“Everything!” Antoine shouted back and grinned from down below. This was the first time he had said anything. The scheming bastard. Then I felt Andy’s finger inside my ass.
I gulped again.
It was not long before she inserted two fingers inside my ass. My pace over Antoine’s cock quickened. Eventually I felt the head of Andy’s cock, being pushed inside my backdoor. She was very gentle with the initial penetration. It went in slowly. She and I had done this before but never with another man’s cock inside my pussy at the same time. I was being treated to a double-penetration.
After the initial tightness, I began to relax and enjoy the ride. This feeling of two cocks in both of my holes was amazing. It felt great. I knew that my orgasm was going to be an intense one. I felt it coming. I knew it will be a hard one. I screamed from the pleasure. I knew that both of my holes will be flooded with hot semen very soon. Just the thought of this made me moan with ecstasy.
“Are you ready Margo?” I heard her from behind. I was sitting in her lap while she fucked me in the ass. Each of her thrusts met with Antoine’s angry assaults from down below. I felt both cocks touching each other through the thin wall separating my cunt and my anus. This barrier was being crossed at a crazy pace.
“Oh god, Andy,” I screamed.
That was the cue for both Andy and Antoine. Andy grabbed my hips tightly and pounded her cock into me deeper. Antoine grabbed my tits and sat up screaming. He took my nipple in his mouth and bit it hard. I screamed with excitement. I heard their moans. They were breathing heavily. I knew the eruption was moments away. We were very eager to let go. I was sweating and heaving from the excitement. I knew it was going to happen and I also knew the orgasm was going to be very hard and powerful. We were at a point of no return. And then it happened. I screamed one last time and felt both cocks spewing out their lava into my inner depths. We were rushing for this final crescendo at the same time. And when it happened, it was paradise.
When it was over, time froze! Andy remained inside my ass until her cock softened and slipped out of me. It left a trail of wetness on the crack of my ass. I squiggled over Antoine and saw his flaccid cock slip out of my wet cunt. We rolled over and collapsed on the bed together.
That night after we sent Antoine off to his room, Andy and I were snuggled together in our bed. We were completely satiated and relaxed.
“So when did you see Antoine’s cock the first time, you sneak?” I asked Andy.
“He was at a private art show in Provincetown.” She said. “I asked around about him. Turns out the kid is bi-sexual and was making the rounds of the gay bars over there. He was quite the hit over there. I heard he did some modeling too and saw see his huge penis during one of these sessions. So I made my moves. It was easy.”
“Yeah, the kid was putty in my hands,” she giggled. “Besides, he needed a place to sleep and I had a very nice room.”
“Of course,” I giggled, “The Holiday Inn in Provincetown, huh?”
“Oh you figured that out, did you?”
“So Andy, did you let him fuck you in the ass?” I asked.
“No,” she replied. “Are you kidding? You are asking me this? Did you let him fuck you in the ass when you were doing him all this time? Do you see how big he is?”
I was caught red handed.
“How did you know that I would fuck him?”
“I knew you couldn’t resist.” She laughed. “Besides the kid’s a bit of an exhibitionist so I knew he would get to you. I hope it was nice. You had fun didn’t you, Margo?”
“Yes, I did,” I blushed. “I won’t lie. He was fun to be with. We fucked a lot.”
“I am glad,” she said in a sincere voice. “I am really glad he amused you, babe! I am glad I talked him into leaving Provincetown. I was worried about his safety. The place is full of freaks.”
“So when does he leave?”
“I think he will be here for a while, don’t you?” She said with a grin, “He seems very happy here. I can tell.”
“Yes, but still….” I started to say and she interrupted me.
“Listen, I got him up here for you, Margo. At least let’s enjoy him while it lasts, shall we? And after that, we will see.”
“For me?” I said. “Really? For me? This was for me? How nice!”
“Yeah, I figured you needed some variety in freaks. And that cock? That’s a freak cock, if I have seen one, baby doll. And now you have two freaks!” She giggled.
“Yes, but I love my freak. You are my favorite Freak and don’t you ever fucking forget it!”
I kissed her good night. We nodded off to sleep………………
This is the first story that I have published in which a transsexual appears. I think I have said this before but, you know? I don’t believe in labels, and I hate labels applied to people. They are necessary when you run a blog and have to use categories and tags but IRL… well… I would say I am “mostly heterosexual but”. Regarding that “but”, I have my own tastes regarding erotic tales, and you know them, because the sexy stories I publish are the ones that make my engine going. Therefore I really enjoy to read sexy stories about hotwives, and voyeurism, and also with gay characters, and those with hot lesbian scenes, or bisexuals, transsexuals, a little bit of control here and there… Mmmm… Let’s say I love sexual diversity!
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