Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2003 11:34:57 -0500
From: alofbama2@yahoo.com
Subject: TAIL OF THE DARK SIDE, PART 2

TAIL OF THE DARK SIDE, Part 2

Dedicated to Cocoa

By John Candu

Hello, Sweeties -- it's Aleena again! As you know from Part 1, I'm the
lucky cross-dressing sissy-slut who got the fucking of her life that
evening with the devil worshippers.

Lemme tell ya, getting fucked is ONE thing, honey, but then there is
getting -=*F-U-C-K-E-D*=-. There could NOT have been a single hard dick
left in that whole roomful of Satanists after we were finished! And at
the conclusion I was soooo content I couldn't have cum again if my life
depended on it, though I was much more tired than normal -- strangely
zapped of energy almost as if a vampire had sucked my every drop of
blood. But it was soooo HOT, girls. My little clitty shot cum time after
time all night long as those darling, fiendish thugs filled me with
spunk.

When I got home I was so slimed with goo I headed straight for the shower
and right to bed. I shoulda slept soundly, but weird dreams kept bubbling
up -- dark, disturbing, nightmarish things crawled through my
subconscious.

Even so, I woke refreshed four hours later with an enormous hardon -- my
clit ready for action again as memories of the action with my mysterious
black lover and his followers came flowing back. My swollen ass pussy was
soooo sore that morning -- in a deliciously sensual way that only another
sissy-shemale slut can understand. It throbbed each time my little heart
went pitter-pat. Cum continued to flow outa my sweet little pucker that
morning even after a thorough douching before bed last night. I reached
down and got my fingers all spunky at my slimy rosebud from all my
unknown lovers' cream, and I coated the head of my clit and started
polishing. I could have shot off right then and there. But I ultimately
decided to save that load for later -- the growing pressure in my balls
would make the approaching midnight appointment even more enjoyable.

For my friends out there who don't already know this, I wanna say it
takes a LOT of work to be a passable she-male. In my case, I'm making
the transition from cross dressing to living as a full-time she-male.
Now, you'll hear all kinds of definitions but here's mine, because
Aleena doesn't let nobody else define who she is. Some of us guys who
live the Life want to get surgery to have the clitty whacked off and a
pussy formed in its place. I don't go for that shit. I like my clit just
fine like it is, thank you very much. I love to USE it and want my lovers
to know I've got all the parts and that they WORK. And for that reason I
take just enough hormones to give me tits but not enough to prevent my
clit from working.

Another thing. I spend considerable time and money maintaining The Look.
Honey, if I do say so myself, I am a knock-out. I have a clear, soft,
unblemished honey complexion (not bad for a white girl!), a slender body,
and an unmodified ass to die for. My ass cheeks form perfect globes that
naturally part to reveal my tight, pink rosebud. I just love to have it
licked, reamed and fucked.

My personality is totally feminine. I often set off lesbian gaydar. And
let me confess: Yes, I am bisexual, honey. Sex is sex -- and I love all
flavors, baby. I work every day to get my NUT and it's just as likely to
be with a woman as with a man. I also enjoy BDSM, but I'll go into all
that later.

My clitty is circumcised and has a head the size of a fat plum. I show
about three inches soft and almost five when clitty starts a waggin'.
I'm neatly shaved with just a Hitler `stash above my cock. My balls are
large and hang low, and they do a good job producing cum -- I can shoot
five feet when I'm hot.

Now, jumping to the action.

I had a midnight appointment at Magi Jace's spooky mansion. I took a
long bubble bath after sundown and dressed in my most sinister Gothic
attire: tight black leather mini, black fishnets, black heels, black tank
top, and, of course, black nail polish and liner with dark crimson
lipstick.
I was just blotting my lips a little after 11 that evening when Jace
called and said his driver would be around shortly. When I stepped out of
my apartment I was greeted by the uniformed driver of the black hearse.
He opened the back door, revealing an interior almost identical to a
stretch limo. Odd, though, how what I thought at first were dark tinted
windows were really blacked out windows. Kinda creepy.

When I got out at Jace's place, I noticed the place was dark and there
were no other cars. Just like last night. I wondered if the throng of
monk-like, Satanic followers would again materialize. The driver escorted
me up the steps, opened the large, heavy oak door, and I entered the
candle-lit foyer. The door quietly closed behind me, sealing me in
tomb-like silence. Uncomfortable silence.

I shrugged and laughed at myself for being so nervous. I ambled around
looking at Jace's art. The African head pieces, spears, bones and other
artifacts were tastefully arranged on furniture and walls. After more
than 20 minutes I was leaning in for a closer look at a ceremonial dagger
in the dim light when I began to feel eyes upon my back. I turned
suddenly and found a tall, imposing black woman staring intently. She was
a powerful woman in a red, hooded robe, possibly more than six feet tall
with a short blonde Afro. With her left hand she was griping a
strange-looking wooden staff that sorta resembled the weird implement
held by a statue labeled "Set, God of War and Chaos." Her parted robe
exposed a firm but feminine leg. Her face remained as inscrutable as the
statue of Set.

"Oh! You frightened me," I gasped. "I didn't hear you. I-I'm
Aleena."

"I'm Cocoa," she said, smiling slightly. Light danced across her wet
lips like a laser. Her brown eyes concealed a mystery -- something was
up.
Cocoa walked a step closer and stretched out her hand. "Welcome. Are you
ready for your initiation this evening?" Somewhere, a clock chimed the
midnight hour.

Her touch was electric. Her firm hand squeezed and held mine a moment
longer than necessary as Cocoa's eyes drifted to my nipples and lingered
a moment before unabashedly sizing up the rest of my body.

"I think so," I said, swallowing.

"Then follow me," she commanded.

We negotiated a warren of dark hallways, then descended a long stairway
apparently chiseled into stone. After awhile I got the idea, however
impossible it might be, that we were going deep underground into a vast
cavern beneath Jace's townhouse. Torches, whose flames danced to a
current of air, lit the way. It was colder now, making me shiver, and the
steps were wet from water dripping from above. As we went deeper I
detected an ominous odor that I could not quite identify but, perhaps,
could have been guano, incense and decaying meat.

Cocoa stopped abruptly and I crushed against her back.

"Sorry!" I said.

"We're here." She indicated a massive door held by ancient iron
hinges. She inserted a large iron key and twisted, then tugged on a heavy
black ring to open the door with a loud creak.

I followed her into the darkness. After a few steps I heard her stop,
then she struck a match and lit a torch. She touched the torch to several
others placed around the room as my eyes adjusted and began to take in
the chamber, which appeared to be a place of torture.

"I believe you know Magi Jace," she said, indicating the silent black
man sitting on a dark stone throne, barely visible in a dim corner of the
chamber. Jace was completely naked except for several gold rings, a gold
chain and the pentagram. He nodded silently as he stared impassively.

"You will face a series of challenges involving trust and fear. You pass
the tests by trusting me and obeying. If you do that, you will live to
overcome the fear -- understand?"

"Yes," I said hoarsely.

"Good. Now strip."

"W-what?"

She backhanded me across my left cheek before I even saw it coming.
Without another word I began taking off my clothing as she and Jace
watched. I was scared, yet my cock began inflating. And so did Jace's
long black snake. His eyes remained glued to me.

Cocoa reached down, gripped my shaft and jacked my clit gently. "If you
cum before I say cum tonight, you will pay a dear price, I assure you."

Cocoa pointed to a leather-covered bench and directed me to lie face
down. As I positioned myself on the cold surface, I thought I heard her
robe fall to the floor. There was some rustling behind me, but I dared
not look and thereby anger this powerful, mysterious woman.

Then I felt the lower end of the table descend, as if being cranked
downward, which left my body slanting upward at about a 45-degree angle.
She stepped into view, naked, wearing an enormous black strap-on and
carrying an ancient flail.

Standing in front of me now, her legs parted, her balls hanging heavily
and the phallus pointing wickedly at my face, Cocoa said viciously,
"Suck it, Bitch." And with that she lashed the flail at my bare ass,
causing me to squeal in pain.

From what you already know about me, dear reader, you understand that my
sucking her dildo was no problem. Indeed, I engulfed the first five,
thick inches in one gulp then slowly began suctioning my lips along the
veined shaft. Oddly, I heard her gasp from her supposed pleasure, as if
the rubberized cock were real, and then her crop again began cracking
across my ass.

"That's the way, yessss. Suck harder, Bitch."

Then something happened so strange that I barely have words to describe
it. As soon as my mouth and tongue went to work, the dildo took on the
warmth, texture and responsiveness of a real penis. In the dim light I
could no longer see the strap that held the toy in place. In fact, to my
utter shock, as Cocoa gripped my head and fucked and whipped harder, the
cock began to swell larger, and I swore I could feel it beginning to
pulse. She picked up speed -- and I swear this is the truth -- I tasted
precum. She fucked harder, gagging me, doing deeper into my throat.

"Yessss, worship my Royal Tool," she hissed. Surely the whipping was
bloodying my ass cheeks.

Definitely precum, I thought, as my practiced tongue worked her cock. As
if by magic, the strap-on device had indeed turned into a cock. It was if
I were now in a dream. I was enjoying it too much to analyze what might
be real and what might not. I just went with it.

She lunged deep into my throat and held for a second, and I prepared to
swallow her load, but she held back, and slowly pulled her organ out of
my mouth, strings of precum snapping as it slid slickly from my lips. She
wiped it back and forth across my face and instructed me to suck her
balls. I took real, human nuts into my mouth one at a time and rolled
them around with my eager tongue. Several moments later she pulled away,
and I clearly saw the strap-on in place. Was I hallucinating? I seemed
trapped in a dream!

Cocoa chuckled throatily and unsnapped the belt, letting the cock and
balls fall, revealing a lovely shaved pussy with hot, wet lips. I inhaled
her womanly scent just inches from my mouth. She turned and bent over,
revealing her rosebud and open pussy.

"You know what to do," she said.

My tongue went to work instantly. I probed her ass, licking and sucking
noisily. She pressed back against my tongue as I fucked her musty hole. I
don't know how long I pleasured her, but finally she broke away and
walked over to Jace, whose enormous, black cock was standing erect like
an ancient stone stele. She quickly leaped into his lap, impaling
herself. She fucked him hard, and Jace plowed deeply into her depths.
They came as one. They shook and spasmed together in howling, raw
ecstasy. Then she pulled away from Jace and dropped to her feet. She
walked back to my table. Jace's copious sperm leaked from her cunt.

"Clean me," she commanded. "Clean me good, or else."

She directed me to roll onto my back, then she straddled my face. Jace's
salty spunk, mingled with Cocoa's sweet juice, flowed into my mouth.
Remarkably, almost a cup of sperm flowed at once into my mouth and down
my throat. Then my tongue probed deeply into her love tunnel, and I
sucked out the rest of Jace's cream as she rode my face.

I sucked Cocoa's clit gently between my teeth and worried it with my
tongue, then alternated by applying hard suction and flicking it up and
down.
"YESSsssss," she hissed, bucking.

I sucked and flicked harder and faster, and her powerful thigh muscles
began to tremble as yet another orgasm rocked her body. I found I could
sustain her cumming by "reading" her body, speeding up or slowing down
the flicking, sucking and pressure according to the intensity of her
spasms and groans. I gripped her buttocks to lend support as she hovered
above me, eyes snapped shut, locked in an almost endless peak of orgasm.

Finally, after what must have been 20 minutes of sustained orgasm, she
howled and pulled back, popping her clit from my mouth. Then, she sawed
her pussy and asshole back and forth across my hungry mouth and nose as
she cooled down. My tongue bathed her butthole and pussy, probing
wherever it could.

"You have passed the first test, Aleena," she said at last. "But do
not become over-confident, for you have a long way to go, and there are
many other challenges to meet."
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