Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2011 08:14:59 +0100 (BST)
From: Just Peekin <justpeekin@ymail.com>
Subject: The Invitation - Part 3

This is a story about cross dressing and the changes in a relationship between a
young man and woman at college.  Bits are autobiographical, but not as much of
it as I would like!

If stories like this are illegal where you live, don't read it.  If this sort of
thing offends you, don't read it.  If you are a narrow minded prude, what on
earth are you doing here anyway?  Feel free to repost the story on any free
sites, but please let me know.  I own the copyright 2011.

Please let me know if you like it, and I would love to hear your suggestions for
where the story might go.

Story codes MF, CD, Feminisation

Sally waited by the door of the store and watched as Jack as he went to pay for
the dress and shoes.  Standing in the queue for the tills, his fake breasts were
obvious beneath his coat and sweater, although Jack was clearly oblivious to the
fact.  Sally saw many of the young women in the shop cast a sideways glance at
his chest when he wasn't looking and smile to themselves.  Several nudged their
friends and nodded in his direction drawing their friends' attention to the
slender but good looking boy with the breasts who was queuing up to pay for a
black dress and court shoes.


As Jack reached the front of the queue the matrix board directed him to till
number four, and he saw that the woman working the till was none other than the
one who had helped with the shoes earlier.

"Did you find everything that you were looking for?" she asked.

"Errrm, yes, we did, thank you," Jack mumbled as he cast his eyes towards the
floor, fumbling in his back pocket for his wallet.

"Maybe the next time you need some new lingerie you might check out our new
range.  I'm sure you would find something you like and it will certainly fit
you," she said, making no effort to lower her voice which carried to several of
the other till, prompting customers and staff alike to look round at him.  Jack
reddened again. "You certainly have the figure for it," she said, smiling.

 "No, you don't understand," he explained.  "This is just a one off because we
have been invited to a party and I have to go in a dress.  I don't usually do
this, honestly.  It's only a bit of fun, really, and I certainly won't be making
a habit of it, so we won't be needing to do this again!"  Jack could hear the
nervous squeak in his voice.

She smiled.  "Oh I think we both know that's a big lie!" she said, with a grin.
"New shoes, new underwear and a new dress?  That's no one off!  And anyway, once
you've crossed the line there is no putting the genie back in the bottle."

Normally Jack would have winced at the mixed metaphor, but now he simply
reddened more deeply, and began to wonder if all the women in the shop now knew
what was going on.

The assistant handed Jack the card machine and he punched his PIN in.  "I'm
pretty sure that we will be seeing you again very soon."

"No, honestly, I..." he started, but she cut him off.

"Did she catch you wearing her knickers?  Well, you aren't the first.  My little
brother does it to mine all the time.  He thinks I don't know, bless him.  Of
course, he's quite young and can't cum yet -- at least he can, `cause I've seen
him pulling his little cock, but he doesn't produce anything, if you catch my
drift, so there's no mess.  I think your girlfriend is doing the right thing in
indulging your little fetish, and obviously it excites her too.  It's fun being
a girl - you're going to love it.  Especially the sex!" she laughed.

"Right!" Jack exclaimed.  "I can't have sex as a girl because I don't have the
right plumbing, so I guess I'll never know!"

"Sure you do sweetie."

"You mean anal?  No way, for one thing I'm not gay, so I don't want to be fucked
by some bloke!"  By now the women on both sides of the counter at the adjacent
tills had stopped even pretending to not be listening, and were giving Jack and
the sales assistant their undivided attention.

"Who says it will be a bloke?" she asked, enigmatically.  "Anyway, whoever it
is, I'm sure you'll enjoy it.  Right ladies?" she asked the women either side of
her.  They all nodded and one -- a petite sales assistant in her early 20s who
was carefully folding a collection of blouses for a customer - chipped in "oh
yes, you'll love anal.  I certainly do, but be careful when you fart afterwards"
and giggled.  The other women laughed aloud, nodding and exchanging knowing
looks.

"Oh God, Mary, what are you like?" laughed the assistant as she held out the bag
to Jack.  "The receipt's in the bag, sir, and I hope you enjoy your purchases!"

Jack all but snatched the  bags from her and walked quickly over to Sally, still
waiting patiently by the door.

"Problem sweetie?" she asked with a broad smile.

"No, no problem.  That sales girl - you know, the one who helped with my shoes -
has got completely the wrong end of the stick.  Seems to think that not only is
this a permanent thing, but that I'm about to start getting fucked in the bum by
all comers."  He laughed and then suddenly stopped.  There was a twinkle in
Sally's eye.

"Of course not honey," she said with a laugh.  "Why on earth would you want
that?  I mean, it wouldn't be manly would it?  Having a big cock up your bum.
How could anyone ever enjoy that?" she laughed.  Jack smiled too, knowing that
Sally enjoyed anal sex every bit as much as she enjoyed it in more conventional
ways.

"Well, you might like it, but that doesn't mean that I would so don't go getting
any ideas, OK?" he smiled.

"No, we wouldn't want our big he-man getting fucked in the bum, would we?  Not
the one who wears women's panties and suspenders and has a lovely lacy bra on
and who came in his knickers not 10 minutes ago.  That would be totally out of
character!"  She kissed him and turned towards the doors of the shop.  Come on
sweetheart," she called over her shoulder as she began to walk.

Walking out into the gathering darkness, such as it is in Central London, Sally
set off with her customary brisk stride for the Tube Station entrance - not a
long journey given that one of the entrances to Oxford Circus Station was right
outside the shop.  Jack followed on dutifully, carrying the Topshop and Marks
and Spencer's bags which contained the purchases that Sally had made.  At least
those ones that he wasn't already wearing, he thought to himself, once again
conscious of the way in which the lace and satin caressed his body.  This time,
to add to the stimulation of the unfamiliar material against his skin, he was
conscious of the wet feeling at the front of his body where his semen was
soaking through his knickers and into his jeans.


Jack and Sally made their way down to the Victoria line where the platform was
typically crowded for that time of the evening with a mixture of exhausted
looking office workers and worn out shoppers.  As they arrived on the northbound
platform a train was pulling into the station.  The couple stood to one side as
the doors slid open, making room for the wave of passengers to get off the
train.  Then, shopping bags clutched in their hands, they stepped aboard.  There
were no seats free and so they crossed to the other side of the train.  Sally
leaned against the opposite door, and Jack stood in front of her as the other
passengers crowded on behind them.

She smiled an evil smile at him and, reaching out with one hand, rubbed the
front of his crotch.  Jack could feel the wetness of the knickers as his
girlfriend rubbed his cock through the cum soaked garment.  She stretched up and
kissed him.

"See?" she whispered in his ear.  "That's what I have to put up with.  The
feeling of your cum soaking into my knickers as I stand here on the tube."

She squeezed his soaked cock through his jeans and the satin of the underwear.

"Like on Monday when you fucked me in the lab and then had to go off to meet Ian
while I had to go off to a bloody organic chemistry tutorial.  You fucked me as
I leaned over the bench in the lab and came in me just like you came in your
knickers in the changing room.  I was so late that I didn't even have time to go
to the loos to clean myself up, so I had to sit all the way through organic
chemistry with your cum dribbling out of my pussy.  And if that wasn't bad
enough then I had to go home on the tube all on my own and I had to stand all
the way to our station.  You must have left a gallon of cum in me because I
could feel it leaking out of me all the way and by the time I got home my
knickers were absolutely soaked through and there was a big wet spot on my
jeans.  Just like yours are now."

 Jack pulled his coat more tightly around hia, partly to conceal the spreading
wet patch on his crotch and partly to hide the false breasts pushing at the
front of his sweater.

"Something wrong honey?" Sally said, rubbing his cock through his damp jeans and
soaked knickers.

"No, nothing's wrong," Jack replied.  "But can you stop doing that before you
give me a hard on again?"

Sally giggled.  "But you love it when I play with your cock on the tube.  And
don't pretend you don't like these little games.  Remember how you made me cum
on the train the last time we went to visit your parents?  Turn and turn about
honey!"

That was true.  On a recent trip out to his parents place when the UK rail
system was up to its usual shambolic low standards and they had to stand all the
way from London to Bath in an overheated, overcrowded and not too clean train.
In order to pass the time Jack had slid one of his hands under the waist band of
Sally's skirt and tights, into her cotton knickers and had very gently and very
very slowly started to masturbate her very very gently.  He had begun as the
train passed Heathrow, she had been soaking wet by Reading and had silently
orgasmed just outside Didcot, her slim body twitching as the waves of pleasure
swept through her, all the time pressed up between Jack's back and the train's
door, surrounded by strangers.  Jack hoped this wasn't payback time!

"Hmm.  No response from little Jack," she smiled.  "I suppose he isn't ready to
come out to play again just yet!  Well, I guess that he has had a busy
afternoon."  As she spoke she moved her hand from the front of Jack's crotch to
his hip.  She found one of the suspender straps and, gripping it through his
jeans between forefinger and thumb, she pulled it away from his body and let it
go.  It snapped back against his leg.

"We don't want to tire him out just yet, do we?  I have plans for him later!"

The tube train pulled into their station and the door opened behind Sally.  She
stepped out onto the platform and smiled at him.  "Come along, sweetheart."

Jack and Sally made their way up to street level and turned down the street
towards their home.  It was a ten minute walk and the young couple held hands as
they walked, chatting about nothing in particular as they went.  Arriving at
their door Jack dug in his pocket for the key, unlocked the door and shuffled
through it, juggling keys and shopping bags.  Sally followed him in, shutting
the door behind them and shrugging off her coat.  "You had better strip down
here sweetheart.  We don't want you making a mess on the carpet by dripping cum
onto it now, do we?  What would the landlord say," she giggled.

"Since when did you ever care about cum stains on the carpet?" Jack replied,
grinning.

"Well I care today!" she replied.  With that she pushed his jacket off his
shoulders revealing the curve of his sock filled bra under his sweater.  "You
look quite good with tits," she laughed.

"I can't believe you made me come home dressed like that!" Jack protested, but
without conviction.  Secretly he had enjoyed the thrill of being out in public
with a full set of lingerie on under his normal clothes, although he wasn't
about to admit it.  The walk back from the tube station had been fun; passing
all those people in the street and having the secret of cum soaked lingerie
under his clothing was a new experience, and one that Jack had surprised himself
by enjoying.

"It's nice to do something secret like that now and again.  You like it when I
go around with a skirt on but no knickers, don't you, and it's not just because
you can get to my pussy so much more easily when I'm like that!" she purred.
"And of course I like it too.  I used to do it at school as well.  Did I ever
tell you that?  I loved it then too!" she whispered.  "Made me very horny!  I
bet you wish you had been there then, don't you?"

"God, yes," Jack replied, trying to keep his mind off the image she was
painting.

"Sometimes I would go all day without them," she went on.  "I was very naughty.
Happy days!"

Jack swallowed.  He had long had a cherished fantasy about Sally dressed as a
schoolgirl and yet again she seemed to be reading his mind.  "Did you ever get
caught?" he asked, his voice sounding oddly tight even to himself.

"Not unless I wanted to be," she replied with a smile.  "Now," she said with a
sense of purpose in her voice.  "Enough of that.  Let's get you undressed."

His jacket already at his feet, Jack stood still in the hallway as she removed
the rest of his clothes.  First to go were the boots and Jack saw the white
stockings emerge from the cuffs of his jeans as he alternately raised each foot
to allow Sally to slip the boots off.  Next she unsnapped and unzipped the jeans
which, lacking the usual friction from his legs and his cotton underwear, simply
fell to the ground, revealing the full extent of the white lace top stockings,
the cum-soaked satin knickers with lace trim and the matching suspender belt.
Some of his semen had escaped the confines of the knickers and had run down his
legs, soaking into the lace at the top of his stockings and Jack shivered a
little as the air cooled the damp matirial.  Finally she pulled the sweater over
his head to reveal his sock-stuffed bra.

"Oh dear, honey.  What a mess you have made," said Sally, looking down at the
cum stain on his knickers and stockings.  "Come through here in to the lounge."

She led him down the short passageway and into the lounge.  Jack briefly
wondered how it was that he had to undress in the hall top avoid making a mess
on the carpet, and yet it was OK to walk down the hall and into the lounge and
then stand here with the cum thoroughly soaked into his knickers and stockings.
Jack stood looking down at the still damp knickers and the stained stocking
tops.  His mind was confused.  Somewhere inside he knew that he should be
feeling embarrassment, humiliation and resentment, but all he felt was calmness
and comfort.  He liked being dressed this way.  It felt good - hell, he looked
good!  A bright flash shook him from his reverie and he turned his head to see
Sally peering at the screen on the back of their digital SLR camera.

"What on earth are you doing?" he asked, aghast at this development.  No way he
wanted evidence of what was going on to be available.

"Taking pictures, silly," replied Sally.  What does it look like?"

"Look, put the camera away.  I don't want pics of this getting into the wrong
hands!"

"Oh, but it's OK for you to take pictures of me, I suppose?" she replied.  "Come
on, sweetie.  You've taken loads of pictures of me and I'm not concerned that
they will get out, because you know what I would do to you if they did!"

That was true enough.  Jack loved to take pictures of his beautiful slim
girlfriend naked, in the shower, while they were having sex, wearing lingerie --
anything, anyhow, anywhere!  She had been a little reluctant at first but they
had come to an agreement that he could take pictures of her on the understanding
that, should he ever show them to anyone then he would surely live to regret
it.  She hadn't specified what she would do, but the steely glint in her eye
when she said it had been enough to convince Jack that she meant what she said.
He had kept his side of the bargain almost entirely -- one drunken night he had
showed one single picture of Sally lying on the couch masturbating to Mark, his
best friend.  Mark had never mentioned it again, and he was pretty sure that he
had forgotten all about it in the wine-fuelled haze that had been that
particular Saturday night.

The flash went off again.

"Now it's my turn.  Come on, honey -- you look great like this and I want
something to remember it by.  Please?"

That wheedling tone again -- Jack just couldn't resist.  "OK," he agreed.  "But
the same rules apply, OK?"

"Of course sweetheart.  Sauce for the goose and all that!" she laughed as she
took another picture.

For the next 20 minutes Sally turned from sex goddess and part time biology
student into photographer extraordinaire!  Jack was turned this way and that,
posed, preened, his hair was fluffed and then flattened, he was bidden to stand
up, sit down, lie down, kneel, crawl and walk all to the constant accompaniment
of the click of the Nikon camera and the flash.

To end with, Sally had Jack kneeling on the sofa.  "OK, pull your panties down a
little," she said.  Jack did as he was told, pulling the now dry but obviously
stained garment down an inch or two until the lace elastic strip at the top of
the shiny smooth garment rested on his pubic bone.  The camera clicked away.

"Great," said Sally.  "That looks really good.  Nothing peeking out and yet you
can see that you are shaved down there.  A little more."


Jack slid the garment down a little further until the waist band nestled in the
angle between his cock and his smooth, flat, closely shaved pubis.  He could
feel himself stirring again, his cock starting to fill out, gently swelling in
his knickers.  The camera clicked on, the built in flash periodically lighting
up the room.

"Perfect," he heard Sally exclaim with a familiar husky tone starting to creep
into her voice.  It was a sure sign that she was becoming very aroused.  "Now
turn around.  Stay on the couch though."

Jack complied, turning to kneel on all fours on the couch, his ass pointing into
the room and the band of his knickers insistently pressing into the bulge of his
buttocks.  The camera clicked on.

"Pull them down to just above the band of your stockings," he heard Sally say.
Swiftly he complied.  She was much closer now, kneeling on the floor behind
him.  He knew from the flashes and clicks of the camera that his backside was
getting well and truly photographed and he was surprised to find that he found
the thought strangely arousing.

Jack became aware that the clicking and flashing had ceased, and looked back
over his shoulder.  Another flash, this one catching him in a most compromising
position!  He watched as Sally's slim index finger popped into her mouth then
appeared again, wet with her saliva.  Swiftly she extended her arm and began to
rub the saliva into the opening of his anus.  This was a departure.  Never
before had Sally shown an interest in that part of Jack's body, although he had
often licked, tongued, fingered and fucked her in that tightest of holes.  As
she gently rubbed backwards and forwards his mind fell once more into turmoil.

"NO!  What are you doing," he began.

"Hush sweetie," she replied.  You'll enjoy it.

"No, I'm not into..."

"Hush.  We both know that isn't true.  It's just you overcoming all those
taboos.  You've overcome all the rest today and I'm very proud of you.  This one
is no different and anyway, you're giving yourself away!"

Jack knew what she meant.  He could feel his cock, now free of the enveloping
satin and lace, become more and more turgid.  He looked down at the sight
between his legs.  There it was -- free of the soft clinging underwear.  Denuded
of its usual surrounding of hair but beautifully framed by the knickers below,
the suspender belt above and the straps holding up his stockings to each side,
his smooth and hairless balls dangling behind.  He smiled.  "Yeah, I guess
you're right," he said, revelling in the sensations, both tactile and visual.
Then, just as he became used to the sensation of Sally gently massaging his
hole, he nearly jumped through the roof as his senses were overcome by a new
wave of sensation from this most sensitive of spots.  Sally, leaning forward and
holding one of his buttocks in each hand, was gently tonguing him from his anus
to the root of his cock, right across his scrotum and back again, pressing her
tongue into the puckered hole at each pass.  The sensation shot up and down his
body, seeming to concentrate in his now throbbing penis, and he arched his back
involuntarily.

"Good?" came a muffled question from behind him.

"Incredible!" he just about managed to get out.  And then, as suddenly as it had
begun, it finished.  The newly stimulated part of Jacks body screamed out for
further attention and his back arched again, this time in frustration.  Then he
felt a pressure at his hole, gentle but insistent.  He felt his anus begin to
stretch at the insistent pressure of whatever it was that was pressing into him
but face down on the couch he couldn't see what was happening.  "What are you
doing?" he asked, a sense of urgency in his voice.

"Relax sweetheart.  I think you're going to like this!" came the reply, the
unseen smile of the beautiful face reflected in the voice.

He felt wetness and the cool breeze of breath around his hole as the pressure
increased.


His mind was in turmoil.  "She's trying to...no she can't do that.  I don't
want...It will hurt.  I'm not gay -- I don't want things up my arse...I won't
enjoy it..."

"Shhh," he heard her gentle admonishment from behind him.  "Just relax -- nearly
there."  The pressure increased and Jack could feel something sliding into his
body.  From being quite sharp at first it was clear that whatever it was she was
shoving into his arse had a taper to it -- it was getting steadily wider and, as
it did so it was becoming more and more uncomfortable.

"Honey, that's a bit sore," he said with a grimace.

"Nearly done now.  Just think of England!" she laughed.  "One more little push
and we're there."  And with that Jack felt the pressure increase on his hole and
the intruder, whatever it was, slide yet further in.  Then, suddenly, it was
completely inside and his hole no longer felt as stretched.  He could feel
something in the crack of his arse and, reaching back with one hand, he felt
something soft and cool lying along his crack, an inch or so in either direction
from his hole.  He also felt the familiar wet slipperiness of the anal lube that
they used.  Or rather, that he used on her, as it had never been anywhere near
his rear end before.  The penny dropped -- they had received a small butt plug as
a freebie when they had bought some sex toys and lube on line, but they had
never used it.  Clearly they had now!


"OK, now stay still!" he heard her say.

He knelt on the couch and savoured this new sensation. Full, and yet not
uncomfortably so.  Stretched but only to a point where it constantly drew his
attention, not to where it hurt.  A flash.

"What the fuck?  Don't take pics of this!" he exclaimed.

"Why not darling -- it looks lovely.  Stand up."

He obeyed, although even as he did so he was unsure of why.  He didn't want her
taking pictures of him in cum stained women's under clothing with a plug up his
arse.  Why on earth would she want such a picture anyway?  Another flash.

"Wow, that's a good one," she said.  "Look."

She held the camera up to him and he looked at the small screen on the back.
There was a picture of a young -- well, man -- in white stockings with lace tops,
the lace stained a little at the top.  Above the stockings a pair of satin and
lace panties were at mid thigh, their front panel stained with dried semen.
Above the panties was his smooth and hairless balls suspended beneath his now
rock hard cock and then above that, above the newly bald expanse of smooth
flesh, the lace of the suspender belt.  Finally, above his flat and hairless
stomach the matching bra filled with a pair of socks.  Altogether he was amazed
at the look.  His much-longer-than-average-for-a-guy hair made him appear even
more feminine and Jack was taken aback at the transformation.  Apart from his
painfully hard cock jutting out from above the lowered knickers, the figure in
the picture would have appeared to a quick glance to be a young woman.

Sally took back the camera and raised it again to her eye.  She began to take
more pictures, directing Jack to adopt a variety of poses, to arrange his hair
differently and sometimes to touch himself.  Despite his protestations and
earlier uneasiness Jack was really beginning to enjoy himself.  She was right -
it was just a question of overcoming inhibitions and it seemed that he had
managed to overcome his and the pre-cum that was beginning to ooze from the tip
of his cock was testimony to his increasing excitement.

Finally Sally put the camera down on the table and looked him in the eye.  She
held his gaze while her hands went to the button at the front of her jeans,
unsnapping it and pulling the sides apart revealing her white cotton underwear.
She kicked off her boots and pushed the jeans down her slim, smooth perfectly
formed legs and pushed the jeans and her socks into a pile on the floor.

She reached for the hem of her sweater and, grasping both it and the bottom of
her shirt in her hands, drew the two garments swiftly over her head revealing
her small 30A breasts with the ultra sensitive nipples.  The shirt and sweater
joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

Her thumbs hooked over the waistband of her knickers.

"I have a surprise for you," she said, her eyes still not breaking contact with
his.  Jack swallowed.

Sally pushed the white cotton knickers very slowly down her smooth firm thighs
to reveal - not the usual tidy bush of soft blonde curls, but rather just more
smooth skin.  Finally she paused as the very tip of her groove began to show
above the white material. She smiled and then pushed the knickers down to the
middle of her thighs in what was almost a parody of the pose that Jack was
striking.  It revealed entirely her beautiful soft pussy now completely devoid
of any hair, the puffy outer lips pressed slightly apart by what was clearly a
quite swollen clitoris with her delicate inner lips just peeking out behind
them.

"You've shaved," Jack whispered.

"No darling, I had it waxed at a place in town this morning," his beautiful
girlfriend replied.  "Just for you, because I know how much you've wanted me to
do it.  God, it hurt," she giggled.

"I thought you were out shopping with Lucy this morning," Jack said.  Sally just
smiled.  "And I thought you couldn't because of having to change with the other
girls after netball."  It was true that, with her slim build and small boobs
Sally was sometimes a little self conscious about her body and when Jack had
suggested shaving she had been reluctant to make herself appear to be younger
than her 20 years.

"Screw them.  I don't care what they think - this is for us.  Anyway a couple of
them are shaved too!" she laughed.  "I'm horny honey, she went on as she pushed
her knickers past her knees.  They fell to the ground revealing a gusset that
was quite clearly more than a little damp.  "Will you fuck me please?  You
wouldn't believe the stimulation that I've had to endure all day with no pubes!"
she laughed.  "Now I want you to do something about it."

Jack took a step towards her and was instantly reminded of the unfamiliar
presence of the plug in his bum.  His hands went to the knickers around his
thighs to take them off, but she stopped him.

"No," she said, her hands running down his back to the lace of the suspender
belt.  "I want you to do it dressed just as you are."

It was a mark of how far Jack had come in such a short space of time that he
didn't think twice about her request.  He took one of her hands and guided her
gently to the sofa where she lay back, as naked as the day she was born and now
bereft of pubic hair as well.  He knelt between her thighs and looked at her
newly revealed pussy.

"It's gorgeous," he whispered.

"Fuck me," she replied and as she did so she reached forward and wrapped her
small cool hand around his engorged red hot cock and pulled him towards her.
She parted her thighs and as she did so Jack saw the petals of her pussy open,
revealing the swollen clitoris, the dent of her pee hole, her swollen inner lips
and finally the entrance to her vagina.  All were thoroughly covered in the
juices which Jack could see flowing from her wet hot pussy.

"I really need to cum honey," she whispered.  "Please fuck me."

Sally pulled Jack towards her by his cock, guiding his erection towards her
waiting pussy.  She pushed his foreskin down and rubbed the sensitive back of
his throbbing glans against her clit.  A shudder went through each of their
bodies.  Shifting her hand so that she was holding his shaft further down and
cupping his balls in her fingers, Sally began to rub his now rock hard erection
against her clit in a slow and gentle rhythm and, with her pubic hair now gone,
Jack could feel every fold of the skin in her most sensitive places contrasting
with the hardness of her now fully erect clitoris.

"Oh God, sweetie, I'm going to cum," she gasped, both hands now rubbing Jack's
cock against the full length of her slit.  Jack saw the orgasm rise within her
as she began to shudder from the base of her spine.  He mouth opened in a
soundless gasp as the pleasure swept over her in waves but her eyes never
shifted from Jack's own.  They held each other's gaze as Sally's orgasm peaks
and then ebbed away again and as her body relaxed Sally drew Jack's cock into
her warm, wet tight pussy.


Barely able to control himself, Jack felt Sally's legs hook behind his thighs,
rubbing his legs gently through the stockings.  Her hands, now free from their
task of rubbing his cock against her clit, moved around to his buttocks,
caressing the flesh and teasing his crack with her nails.  Her pussy felt red
hot as she squeezed his cock with the walls of her vagina and Jack knew that he
couldn't hold out much longer.

"Go easy, sweetheart," he said.  "I don't want to cum just yet!"

"No, I want you to Jack.  Please, sweetie.  Please cum in my pussy for me.  Fill
me up with your cum.  I want your cum now."

As she spoke Jack felt her middle finger start to tweak the but plug, gently
rubbing it from side to side within him.  That was more than he could bear and
he felt his orgasm begin deep within him.  Try as he might to control it, the
sensations of the but plug, the lingerie and the tight wet embrace of Sally's
pussy were more than he could bear and with a series of groans he ejaculated for
the third time that day, depositing his seed deep within his darling girlfriend.

Jack collapsed on her shoulder, utterly spent.  After a second or two he became
aware of her squirming beneath him, humping away at his cock as it softened
inside her.

"Jack, I need to cum again sweetie," she whispered plaintively.  "I really need
to.  Can you help me honey?  Can you make me cum again?"
"Honey I am done in.  I couldn't get hard again if my life depended on it!  I'm
sorry."

"Please sweetheart, I really need this.  Please make me cum again."

Jack shifted to one side slightly, his now limp and soaked cock slipping from
her body.  He was intending to lie beside Sally as he masturbated her clitoris
but her hands on his shoulders checked him.  She pulled him back until he was
again directly above her.  Jack felt her grip on his shoulders change as she
started to push him down her body -- it was something that she often did as a
part of their fore play as she loved being eaten more than anything, and Jack
loved to oblige her.  But she couldn't mean that this time -- she couldn't want
him to go down on her after he had just ejaculated in her pussy.

"Honey," Jack began, but she cut him off.

"Do this for me sweetheart.  I need you to lick my pussy for me.  Will you
please?  I so need it Jack, please," she begged.

"But honey, I've just..."

"Oh never mind that sweetie.  It's OK -- you'll hardly notice a bit of cum.  And
I've eaten enough of it -- it tastes fine, believe me!  Please?"

Her hands continued to exert a steady downward pressure on Jack's shoulders and
he allowed himself to be pushed steadily down her body.  His tongue flicked at
her nipples as he passed and all too quickly his face was level with her naked
vulva.  It was red and engorged from their sexual activity, from the day long
stimulation and, Jack suspected, from the waxing.  Her clitoris was plainly
visible, sticking up from beneath its customary covering like a tiny cock.  Her
inner labia lay apart, revealing the entrance to her vagina and Jack could see
that it was flowing freely with their mixed juices.

He felt her hands come up to the back of his head as she drew his face into her
crotch.  Jack could smell the heady aroma that he loved so much mixed with
something familiar and yet strange to him.  As she drew him in his face touched
the wet folds of her skin and she jumped at the sudden stimulation.  Jack
extended his tongue a little and tasted their mixture before Sally's bare pussy
heaved upwards in response to even that gentle touch and his face was thrust
between her legs, instantly becoming covered in her secretions and his own cum.

Jack struggled to breath as Sally's orgasm flooded over her and she clutched his
face tightly to her pussy.  He could feel the muscles inside her vagina spasm,
expelling his semen from within her body direct into his mouth.  Jack allowed
his own cum to be deposited on his tongue as he used it to lick the inside of
her vagina as she almost wanked herself off against his face.  That was one of
her favourite activities, Jack knew, and she had done it to him many times
before, but not while expelling his cum from her body into his mouth.

Finally Sally reached the zenith of her orgasm, her back arched and Jack's face
clutched tightly to her vulva.  She held that position for a few seconds, her
vagina still pulsing and pumping the last of Jack's cum onto his tongue.
Finally, she began to recover, slumping back onto the sofa and released his
head.  Jack looked up at her, and she smiled down at him as he knelt between her
legs, his face streaked with the combination of their juices.

"Thanks darling -- you have no idea how much I needed that!" she smiled.  She
held out her hand and he climbed up onto the sofa beside her, thoroughly
exhausted.

"Sleepy sweetie?" she asked him.

"Done in.  Sorry," he replied.

"That's OK, honey.  You have had a really big day and I'm not surprised you're
tired.  It's quite late, so why don't you crash out here on the sofa for a
while."

"Yeah, I might just do that.  Just for a few minutes..."

"OK.  I'll wake you when it's time for bed."

Jack turned around and lay full length on the sofa and felt himself start to
drift away.  He was vaguely conscious of Sally pulling his knickers back up and
then heard the clicking of the camera again but couldn't rouse himself to see
what was going on.

A little later Jack drifted back towards consciousness as he felt Sally cover
him with a duvet and gently kiss his cheek.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear.

"I love you too," mumbled Jack in reply as he drifted back towards the arms of
Morpheus.

Later still, Jack thought he heard the bleep of the computer as a device was
plugged in, but wasn't sure.  He might have dreamt it.  Then he thought he could
hear the sound of typing coming from the other side of the room, but exhaustion
again got the better of him and he fell back into a deep sleep.  The final thing
he remembered that night was Sally climbing onto the sofa beside him and
cuddling up to his back, and he sank back into a deep sleep.

************

Jack has had quite a day, and I hope you enjoyed hearing about it.  If you have
any comments or suggestions, please let me know at justpeekin@ymail.com

Thanks for reading,

Mark