His Side

As we finished our coffee and pastries, Donna said that she was going to get cleaned up and ready for a shopping trip. She suggested that I fix my makeup and add a little fresh perfume. She went into the other bathroom to shower and I went into the one off of our bedroom. I took a tissue and wiped the smeared lipstick off and then, picking up the tube, reapplied it, carefully outlining my beautiful lips and then filling in the rest. Then I realized what I was thinking. I wondered when I had started thinking of my lips as beautiful. Before Donna had started putting lip gloss on them, I had never even noticed them in the sense of describing them. Now, all of a sudden, I'm thinking of them as beautiful.

I slowly ran my pink tongue over my lips as I partially open my mouth. I shook my head and let the blonde hair fall naturally back into place. Unbuttoning my blouse and couple of buttons, I sprayed some of Donna's perfume into the cleft of the black, lacy bra and watched, transfixed, as it evaporated in the cleft of my breasts. The rich scent drifting up to my nose, I deeply inhaled its fragrance. I straightened up and reached into my blouse, slipping my hand into my bra and pinching my own nipple. I felt a flush come over my body and my dick start to get hard again. It pulsed with the rush of blood into it and I adjusted myself with my other hand.

Suddenly, I realized what I was doing. I was making love to the woman in the mirror, but, at the same time, I was that woman. I stopped caressing myself and buttoned up my blouse. "My blouse" I thought, "my lips, my breasts, my bra, my panties, my garter, my nylons, my high heels." What had I done? Where had I gone? Who was this woman staring at me seductively from the mirror?

I was falling in love with Victoria, but where was Victor? As Victoria became more and more real, Victor seemed to be fading away. This can't be happening. I am Victor. I have a wife, Donna. I have a career. I play handball. I'm athletic. I'm not a woman. I put my hand on my now softening dick. Not even close to being a woman.

I love good sex, but I realized that I had let a sex game get out of hand. I took off the wig, then the blouse, laying them on the counter. Bending over with difficulty, I unfastened and slid the high heels off of my feet and set them on the counter. Unzipping the jeans, I wiggled my hips until I could get them below my butt and peeled them off of my legs. I stood back up and looked at myself. Full makeup and black, lacy bra, black garter belt and hose, and black silky panties. I wavered slightly in my determination. Steeling myself, I slid the bra down and turned it so that I could unfasten it and laid it with the other clothing. I slid the panties off and tossed them onto the pile. I reached down and unhooked each of the tabs on the garter, releasing the black, shimmering hose. Reaching behind me, I unhooked and removed the garter and laid it reluctantly on the counter. Sitting on the stool, I slowly slid the delicate hose off of my smooth legs and added them to the pile.

I looked at myself in the mirror, completely naked and hairless but with perfume reeking from my chest and full makeup on my face.

"Goodbye, Miss Vickie. It was fun while it lasted but I've got to have myself back." I turned and stepped into the shower, turned on and adjusted the water, reached up and grabbed the cold cream and, opening it, started to clean off my face. As the water rinsed off the last of the makeup and I soaped and washed off the perfume, that famous line from the horror movie ran across my mind.

"I'm back!" I said, in my best Freddie voice and grinned as I finished my shower. Going into the bedroom, I pulled a pair of BVD's from the drawer, and my jeans and tee shirt and a pair of white crew socks. I quickly got dressed and pulled on my tennis shoes. Looking into the mirror, I thought that I didn't look too bad for all the wear and tear I had gone through in the last few days. I grinned and thought that it didn't take near as long for a guy to get dressed as it does for a woman.

Her Side

I finished my shower and makeup, got dressed and went to the den where Victoria was watching TV. I stopped short when I saw Vic sitting on the sofa in jeans and tee shirt. I shouldn't have thought a thing of it but I was looking forward to buying clothes for Victoria and making a game of it. I figured I could keep him aroused all day by teasing him and occasionally embarrassing him in a store.

I started to voice my disappointment and quickly thought better of it. He must be having a male/female crisis and I did not want to set him in defense of his manhood. I love him in either persona, but it has been very stimulating to feminize him.

"I see you decided to be Vic today, honey. Are you still going to go shopping with me?" I smiled, hoping he would not back out.

"Sure I'll go with you. I just got to feeling really funny about going out dressed as a woman. I mean when we are here having sex it is one thing, but running around town like I'm some kind of female impersonator is not my idea of a smart thing to do. I've got customers and friends all over town and I can't afford to lose either one. Let's just keep our little game between ourselves, ok honey?" and he stood up to go.

"That's fine, Vic. I just thought you might get a kick out of shopping in femme. But we can still have fun." I took his hand, with his pink nails, and started for the door. I find myself making little plans all the time, and one was starting to form in my mind for today. We'll see, I thought to myself, as I got into the passenger seat of the car.

We walked into the front entrance of the new mall across town and Vic spotted a sporting goods store right away. Drawing me into the store, he soon had purchased a new handball glove. As we left the store, I spotted a Victoria's Secret store and drew Vic to the window. there was a mannequin with a beautiful peach colored bra, panty, and garter and hose set. I saw Vic do a double take.

"That is a gorgeous underwear set, isn't it."

Vic agreed as his eyes traveled over the ensemble, taking in the lace and delicate feminine design. I could see that it had more than taken his attention and I wondered what he was thinking. His face seem to be slightly flushed and, as he turned to go, I stopped him.

"Come on, baby. Let's at least go in and see how much it is. I can tell you like it." I took his hand and pulled him into the frilly store. A beautiful sales girl approached us to help.

"Where is the peach set that is in the window?" I asked her.

She smiled and said that she thought that was a beautiful set as she led us to the display. Vic reached out and picked up the lacy bra. I saw the girl look twice at his manicured pink nails and wondered what she was thinking.

"I love it," I said. "Vic, do you want to see it on?"

"I'm sorry, but store policy is that you can't try on these undergarments" the pretty girl said, in apology.

"Oh, we are going to take them, for sure. We'll bring all the tags out to ring them up" I assured her.

"Oh, ok. In that case, let me help you find your sizes. The dressing room is right over there" pointing.

"I can get them, but thanks" I said, and indicating a lady who was looking like she wanted some help, "I think she needs some help."

She left to assist the lady and I quickly gathered up the ensemble in sizes that I knew would fit Victoria, but didn't let him know what I was doing.

"Come on Vic, let's see how this looks."

"I know you'll be beautiful in them. Why don't you go on and I'll wait in the mall."

"Come on," I said, taking his hand. "I really want your opinion."

Reluctantly, he accompanied me into the tiny dressing room, shutting the door and sliding the latch behind us.

I tuned to face him and sexily snuggled up against him.

"Isn't this cozy," I said as I ran my hand across his crotch.

"Mm, very" he responded and pushed his penis against my hand.

I rubbed my hand up and down on his penis and gave him a sexy French kiss. I felt him start to harden. Running my hands up his chest, I pinched his nipples, hard.

"Ouch!" he said "Not so hard."

He pulled me into his embrace and kissed me deeply, running his hand down to my hips and pulling me into him.

I gently broke away from his embrace.

"Whoa, big boy, let's try this outfit before we loose control here" I teased as I grabbed his tee shirt and started pulling it up from the bottom.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he started to stop me.

"You can't try this bra on with your tee shirt on, dear. Raise your arms."

He blushed as he realized what I intended to do. Reluctantly, he raise his arms and I slid the tee shirt off over his head. Tossing it on the bench, I picked up the beautiful peach lacy bra and removed the tags.

"Hold your arms out."

As he complied, I slid the straps over his arms and slid the bra up to his breasts, turning him around so that I could fasten the delicate item. Turning him back around, I pushed his breasts up into the cups, filling them out and creating cleavage. I slipped to the side so that he could see himself in the mirror. I saw his eyes slightly glaze over as he drank in the beauty of the bra. I knew that Victoria was back and that I had her for the rest of the day. Our shopping trip was going to be fun after all.

Chapter Ten

His Side

I could feel the blood rushing to my face and to my dick as I looked lovingly at the beautiful peach bra that I stood there modeling. I felt my back straighten and my chest stick out as I captured the image in my mind. Despite my resolve earlier, here I was, back in a woman's garment and having all kinds of conflicting feelings surge through me. I desperately wanted the rest of the garments. I wanted to feel them caressing my body, the silk on my privates, snugging against my penis and balls, the nylons tugging at the garter straps with every step, massaging my shaven legs, shaping my calves.

Without Donna even asking me to, I bent over and pulled off my tennis shoes. I stood and unfastened the jeans and slid them off of my smooth legs. I removed the socks and BVD's and picked up the package of peach nylons and removed them gently from the packaging. Donna watched, a slight smile on her lips, as I rolled first one, and then the other, and worked them luxuriously up my smooth legs, smoothing them over my thighs. I took the tag off of the lacy peach garter and hooked it in front of me, then twisted it around so that the hook was in the rear. I put my hose covered leg up on the bench and leaning to the side, hooked the garter to the nylon tops, adjusting the lovely straps to the correct length, and repeating the process on the other leg.

I picked up the dainty, lacy panties and removed the tag. As I slid them slowly up my smooth legs, I enjoyed the satiny feel of the panties brushing my nylon encased legs and the feel of the satin on my penis and balls and buns as I adjusted them into place. I turned and looked in the mirror at the beautiful ensemble, and although I did not have my wig or make up, I saw the beautiful woman that I was becoming looking back at me. My hand went to my now turgid penis and stroked it lovingly as I pushed against my hand with my crotch.

The sound of the sales girls talking interrupted my reverie and I slowly came to my senses. I took Donna in my arms and kissed her.

"I love it, Miss Donna!" I exclaimed.

"I love it, too, Miss Vickie" she replied. "Consider it just another little part of your birthday present."

I started to reach behind me to unfasten the bra. She stopped me.

"Leave it on and put your clothes on over it. I get creamy just thinking about what you are wearing underneath."

I pulled my shirt over my head and settled it into place. You could definitely see the outline of my breasts under the shirt. Pulling up the jeans and fastening them, I reach for my socks.

"You don't need them" Donna said and put my socks and underwear in her purse.

I slipped into my tennis shoes, which felt funny and loose with only the nylons on. Donna gathered up the tags and opened the door. We walked up to the counter to pay. Another clerk was working the register and looked at the tags as Donna handed them to her.

"Oh, I see you decided to wear them," she smiled as she looked at Donna. "Would you like a bag for your old undies?"

"Yes, please" Donna replied, and when handed the bag, took my shorts and socks out of her purse and put them in the bag, along with the tags.

The clerk's eyes widened as she saw the BVD's and crew socks. She stole a glance at me and instantly saw the bra under my shirt. Keeping her cool, she finished ringing up the garments and handed Donna the receipt.

"That ensemble is quite beautiful and I hope you really enjoy it" she smiled, as she looked me right in the eyes.

I blushed and tried to think of something to say.

Donna saved me, I think, by smiling back and answering.

"I know she will. And I will, too" as we turned and walked out of the store.

Strolling hand in hand down the mall, Donna steered me gently in a shoe store and picking up a tan pair of five inch heels with ankle straps, she asked a clerk for a pair in my size. The clerk looked a little puzzled as she looked at Donna's feet, but brought the heels out. Seating me, Donna asked her to make sure they fit me properly.

The girl looked at me and noticed the bra outline under my shirt. She untied my tennis shoes and as she slipped them off, she saw the nylons on my feet. Slipping the heels onto my feet, she fastened the straps and stood and held out her hands to assist me to my feet, a slight smile on her pretty lips. I think that she was waiting to see me fall off of the heels.

I stood to my feet and daintily walked across the store and back, swinging my hips as Jenny had taught me. The heels clicked on the hardwood floor. I caught my image in the mirror. Once again, the heels had pushed my calves up and my hips also, so that even in the man's jeans that I wore, you could see the feminine figure.

Donna clasped her hands together and exclaimed.

"Those are gorgeous! We'll just wear them out of the store" and began putting my shoes in the box.

The girl rang up the shoes and we paid and walked out of the store.

I immediately started getting stares as I clicked down the mall floor in the heels.

I stopped and turned to Donna.

"Donna, if we are going to do this, we've got to get a wig and I've got to get back into make up. I can't stand all of the weird looks that I'm getting dressed in clothing of both genders."

She smiled and pointed two stores up at the display of wigs. We walked in and a man walked up to us. I was terrified to confront a man dressed as I was.

I needn't have worried. He flipped his wrist at me, stopping his hand when his finger was pointed at my head.

"Let me guess. Mm... a blonde?" he asked, in an affected manner, arching his shaped eyebrows in question.

"First guess" Donna grinned, and picking up a smartly styled short blonde wig, "how about this one?"

"Excellent choice" chimed the clerk. "You must be fans of Cold Case on television."

Taking the wig from Donna, he fitted it to my head, touching it here and there, moving a strand of hair this way and that, humming to himself.

"Shake your head, dear" he said and I found myself complying.

His hands flew up to his cheeks, palms touching together under his chin and outstretched fingers touching each cheek.

"Oh, it's just gorgeous" he exclaimed, echoing Donna's comment about my shoes.

"Do you have a mirror where we could apply some make up?" Donna asked, sweetly.

"For you lovely ladies, certainly. But, better than that..." and he pointed across the hall, his forearm straight up and his wrist at a right angle. Our eyes followed his point and we saw a glamour shots store where employees were busy applying make up to girls before taking photos of them.

"Oh no" I said. "Not in these clothes."

"In that case..." and he pointed two doors down from the glamour store to a stylish women's clothing store.

Donna's eyes lit up and after paying for the wig, she gave the clerk a kiss on the cheek.

"My, my, but only from one of you?"

Donna laughed and turned to me with her hands on her hips.

"Well, Miss Vickie?"

I don't have a clue why I did it, but I leaned over and kissed the effeminate man on the other cheek.

"Thank you" I mumbled, my face red with embarrassment.

"Oh, sweetie, don't mention it" and winked at me as we turned and walked out of the store. My ears were red with embarrassment and I turned to Donna.

"That was not at all funny!" I said as I stopped short.

"Oh dear, don't you see. That's all it was. It was just fun. There was nothing sexual or queer about it. It was just a joke on you, no harm intended, except to slightly embarrass you and make this more fun. Come on. Let's get you made up first, then we'll go dress shopping before the pictures. Ok, Miss Vickie?"

And with that she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the glamour shop.

A pretty girl approached us, and after looking at me in my wig and high heels, my bra pushing my tee shirt out prominently, she grinned and took my hand.

"I can see which one of you wants to be made up."

She studied my face, taking my chin in her hand and turning my head to one side then the other.

"You have a face structure that some women would die for. This is going to be so easy, I almost hate to charge you."

She looked at the tee shirt and jeans.

"We have an assortment of wraps that you can use for the posing, so the clothes are no problem."

Donna spoke up.

"We'll just have the make up session first. Then we are going dress shopping. We'll be back for the photo session. Would that be a problem?"

"Oh, not at all. Well, lets get you started, dear. My name is Debbie, and I'll be doing your make over."

With that she squeezed my hand and drew me to one of the make up booths. Donna pulled up a chair to watch. I sat down and Debbie took a couple of hair clips and clipped my hair back from my face. She then got a clean wash cloth and wet it with hot water. She meticulously washed my face and then dried it. It seemed like a familiar process already, having a beautiful woman work over my face. I sat back and tried to relax, conscious that several of the customers had looked me over pretty good, and that a couple had tried unsuccessfully to suppress giggles. I only hoped that none of them knew me. I had not seen any familiar faces in the mall and I was certainly looking out for them. I planned on doing a quick dodge if I did see someone I knew.

Donna watched the process and, as we got down toward the end, her smile started to grow. Finally, Debbie took hold of the chair and swiveled me around toward the mirror. I could not believe my beautiful eyes. I swear, I looked like a model or a movie star. My hand went involuntarily up to my cheek. Donna had done a great job on me before, but this was something a whole step beyond that. I felt my penis start to harden as I looked at the details of my face. Never would I have guessed that this face was possible from the face that I had been seeing in the mirror all of my life.

I saw Debbie glance down at my crotch, which was becoming quite obviously not a girls crotch, and smile. She looked at Donna and caught her eye and glanced back at my crotch.

"I think she approves, don't you?" and grinned at Donna.

"Oh yes, I think she does" Donna grinned back. "We are going a couple of doors down for a dress. Can we pay you now and come back in a little while for the photo shoot?"

"Of course."

She led us to the cash register and Donna paid her.

"See you in a little bit, and I hope you find a beautiful dress, one that will go with that wonderful face" Debbie intoned as we left the store.

I got several double takes as we went the short distance to the clothing store and headed for some sexy, frilly dresses. Donna picked up a beautiful peach colored dress that you could practically see through. My breath caught. It was so beautiful, so sheer. I could just see myself in it and I practically drug Donna through the store to the changing room.

I took the dress from Donna and entered the room, latching the door behind me. I carefully pulled my tee shirt over my head, trying not to mess up my hair. Tossing it aside, I sat down and unfastened the heels and slipped them off of my nylon clad feet. I stood back up and slid the jeans down over my encased legs and kicked them off. Almost holding my breath, I unfastened the dress and slid it over my head, relishing the deliciously feminine feeling as it slid down over my bra and then my garter and panties, finally settling to brush daintily against my thighs. I could feel the slight rush of air from the dress movement on my panty encased penis and shivered.

It was then that I realized that I couldn't button up the back of the dress. The buttons were tiny and the dress was low necked and had a high back. I tried but could not reach them. I so wanted to just step out of the room and floor Donna with the beautiful sight, but it was not to be. I sat and fastened the high heels back on and stood. I opened the door a little and asked Donna if she could do me up. Her mouth flew open and she couldn't suppress a laugh as she came into the dressing room.

"You can't believe how feminine that one little phrase sounds."

Puzzled, I asked what she meant.

"How many times and how many women have asked the same thing of their mates?" she grinned turned me around and began to button the tiny buttons. I thought about what she said and marveled at what seemed to be happening to me. Even in the little things I was being forced into feminine habits. Finished, she turned me around. Her mouth flew open and her eyes grew wide.

"Oh, Victoria, I am absolutely speechless."

She drew close to me and taking me in her arms, her pelvis pushing against mine in the satiny dress, deeply kissed me, her lipstick covered lips merging with mine and our tongues intertwining. She slowly released me and I got my breath. She picked up my clothes and dropped them in the larger bag she had gotten from the shoe store.

"Come, you've got to see this."

She led me out of the room and in front of the mirror. I really have no words for how I felt. It was so sexual and so dramatic. I swear I could have posed for Playboy. I longed to make love to Donna just as I was dressed. In fact, I wanted it all. I wanted Donna and Gail and Jenny. And, as I looked at my image in the mirror, I wanted Victoria, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I felt my hard on raging and straining against the panties. Only the free flowing folds of the beautiful dress kept this from being obvious and embarrassing. My breasts jutted defiantly from the low neckline. My hips flared the dress below my slim waist. My underwear set was faintly visible through the folds of the dress and my legs looked like they went on forever. My feet with my polished nails showing through the nylons in the open toed heels, looked dainty and sexy. I wished that I could somehow turn my raging hard on around and push it up through my own rosebud. I so wanted Victoria.

Donna, sensing my need, took my hand as she glanced around the store. Stepping close, she rubbed my hard on through my dress with her other hand and whispered in my ear.

"Not yet, dearest. First, the pictures. I want something to remember this beautiful vision by. Then I'll take you home and screw your eyes out."

She led me by my hand to the counter and after paying for the dress, walked hand in hand with me to the glamour store. I swear, I stopped all the pedestrian traffic in the mall as I swished and clicked my way into the store. Debbie saw us enter the store. He mouth flew open as she was up to us.

"Oh my gosh. You have got to be the most beautiful woman we have ever done here. I can't believe it."

Turning to the other girls, she took my hand and spun me around.

"Can you believe this?" she said.

They all instantly deserted their customers and swarmed around me. Touching my hair, fluffing the folds of the dress, holding my hands daintily and inspecting my nails and my face, they giggled and made comments to each other. I looked for Donna, but she had stepped back out of the limelight and was standing there with a big grin on her face. The girls slowly returned to their customers, immediately filling them in on what all the fuss was about, eliciting surprised stares from all of them. Debbie led me back to the photo room and coaxed me through about an hour long shoot. She tried different sets of clip on earrings on me, some petite and some long and dangly.

Donna spoke up and said "Victoria, we'll have to get your ears pierced soon so you can wear the nicer earrings."

Debbie spoke up.

"We don't usually take nearly this long, but with your permission, I want to give some of these shots to the General Manager to have made up as some of our advertising shots. No one will ever know that you weren't born a woman. That will be our little secret."

Donna spoke up for me and excitedly agreed for them to use any of the shots that they wanted.

"Excellent, and I going to refund your payment. They may even pay you for the shots and use you again, it you think you would like that."

"Oh, Victoria. Let's do it, ok?"

Realizing what she had said, Donna stopped and turned to Debbie.

"Of course she would like that." and turning back to me "Wouldn't you, Miss Vickie?"

I immediately caught the shift in attitude and slightly lowered my face and eyes.

"If it pleases you, Miss Donna, then it pleases me" I answered, demurely, remembering the riding crop on my pantied buns.

"Wonderful," replied Debbie, addressing Donna and ignoring me. "I think she will make a most wonderful model."

She led us to the register and refunded our money and got our names and phone number.

"I'm sure we'll be in touch. You should get your pictures in a couple of weeks, and thank you so much for choosing our store. You have been a sensational customer." she looked straight at me as she made the last statement and I felt myself blush.

"Well, you have done some wonderful artwork" I replied.

"Oh no. You are the artwork. I just filled in the colors."

She smiled and waved bye to us as we left the store.

We walked down the mall, Donna carrying the bag with my clothes in it. We stopped at a Starbucks and purchased coffee and sat at a little table to drink it. I set the coffee down and smoothed my dress under me as I sat down. I turned to the side of the table facing Donna and crossed my legs, letting my high heel covered foot dangle, smoothing my dress around my legs to safe keep my privates.

Donna observed the passersby as they observed two beautiful, smartly dressed blondes sipping their coffee.

"I have had more fun giving you this birthday present than I ever had on my own birthday" she said. "I hope that you are having as much fun."

"You don't even have to hope, lover. I will never forget this birthday."

"Just think, now each year your birthday will be a double birthday, Victor and Victoria's."

"If you don't back off a little, it will still be a single birthday; Victoria's" I smiled and pondered all of the things that had happened to me in just a few days.

"Either way, I couldn't be more pleased or turned on" Donna said as she took my hands and squeezed them, eliciting more looks from the passersby.

I blushed again and realized that blushing was becoming a regular event in my life. Oh well, if that is the price for the incredible sex that we have been having, so be it.

Her Side

I was so pleased at how the shopping trip turned out. It was even better than I had planned. As we drove toward home, I got my cell phone out and called Gail's home. She answered.

"Gail, Victoria and I are heading home from the mall. She has a new dress and beautiful undergarments. Would you like to see?"

"Absolutely, I can be there in no time" she said excitedly.

"Ok, we'll see you shortly."

I hung up just as we pulled up to the intersection across from Cindy's Lingerie, where the beautiful Jenny worked. On impulse, I pulled up in front of the store. I looked over at Miss Vickie.

"Come on, let's show Jenny" I said and going around the car, opened the door for Victoria and helped her from the car. I took her hand and we went into the store. I saw Jenny immediately, standing by the cash register, talking to the employee behind the counter.

As we walked up to Jenny, she recognized me and smiled. Looking at Victoria next, her eyes widened and she took a quick intake of breath.

"This can't be Miss Vickie!" she exclaimed.

"The one and only" I grinned. "We've just been shopping and when I saw your store I just had to stop and show her off."

"Oh my gosh. Victoria, you are incredible." She paused a moment and grinned. "How's your walk?"

Victoria turned and walked gracefully across the store in her 5 inch heels, her dress swishing on her thighs, her swinging buns accenting each step. She turned quickly on one foot, her dress spinning out to reveal her panties and garter. She walked back to us with a smile on her face.

"You approve?" she asked.

"Girl, you are beautiful all over. I could throw you down and ravage you right here in the store window."

I smiled.

"We are meeting a friend at our place in a few minutes. Would you like to come? We could probably arrange a little more private place for you to do just that."

Jenny smiled back at me and clutched her purse, which she had been holding all along.

"I've been off for fifteen minutes and was just hanging around trying to decide what I wanted to do. Now I know. I'll follow you in my car."

We opened the back door just as Gail pulled up and got out. She was dressed beautifully, and carried a gym bag as she approached. I stopped and introduced Jenny to Gail. As the two women appraised each other seductively, Gail broke off her look and, in turn, looked at Victoria. A huge smile broke out on her face.

"Boss, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever worked for." and turning to me "Are we going to play?"

"You bet your sweet, spanked ass we are" I said, sweetly, and followed all of my beautiful women into the house.

Chapter Eleven

His Side

As we entered the living room Jenny turned and took Gail into her arms. Their lips met and they hungrily devoured each others mouths while Donna and I stood watching. My penis jumped to attention at the sexy sight of the two beautiful women kissing so passionately. Jenny released Gail and took her hands.

"Now we have been introduced properly, Gail."

"I'll say" said Gail, breathlessly.

"But this lovely lady is who I really want to ravish" and she turned to me. She took me into her arms and pulled me close, her beautiful, full lips coming down gently over mine, her hands gliding down my back and over my hips, slipping under the hem of my dress to caress my buttocks. I opened my mouth to her probing tongue, relishing the searching movement and yielding fully to her authority. Her fingers slipped between my buns and pushed up against my anus, putting pressure there and forcing my pelvis to grind into hers. I ground my hard on into her mound, relishing the feel of my panties and dress sliding over my member. I grabbed her full buttocks and pulled her into me.

I had my eyes shut and did not know what Donna and Gail were doing until I felt someone push my hands aside enough to slide Jenny's panties down. I opened my eyes and saw that Donna was on her knees behind Jenny, her face inches from Jenny's rear end. I realized what she was about to do and pulled Jenny's buns apart with my hands as I pulled her into me. Donna's face disappeared into her divide and I felt Jenny tremble from the touch of her tongue, even as she lifted one foot to let the panties fall around the other ankle. She spread her legs to maintain her balance. Donna reached around and, grabbing the front of Jenny's hips, pulled her into her tongue embrace.

As that happened, I felt Gail raise my dress and push aside Jenny's hands enough to pull my panties down. I, also, stepped out of one leg of the panties and spread my legs. Jenny retained enough sensibilities to pull my butt cheeks apart for Gail, who immediately started on my anus with her tongue. It was all I could do to keep from falling. Jenny reached down and, lifting both of our dresses, guided my erect penis into her womb.

I did my best to maintain my balance as I pumped into Jenny while she probed my mouth with her tongue, and Donna and Gail probed our rear ends with theirs. Standing on five inch heels in a dress and women's under garments, with a beautiful girl on my member and one on each of our back ends was more than I could take for any length of time.

I exploded into Jenny's vagina, even as she climaxed and trembled convulsively in my arms. In spite of our attempts to remain standing, we both collapsed, causing both Donna and Gail to lose hold of us. Jenny and I clung to each other as Donna and Gail looked at each other, kneeling, and facing where we had been standing. Donna took Gail into her arms and they began to kiss passionately. Gail lifted Donna's skirt and pulled her panties down. Donna laid down and let her remove the panties. Gail lifted her own skirt and slid her own panties down. She assisted Donna to lay on her back and then swung her leg over Donna's head lowering her bush onto Donna's face as she dipped her own mouth onto Donna's mound, slipping her tongue deeply into Donna's love box. Donna raised her head slightly and began to vigorously love Gail's moist labia with her lips and tongue, sucking on her clitoris. Gail moaned, her rear end raised invitingly into the air over Donna's face.

I released Jenny and crawled over behind Gail. I had already tasted her backside and was perfectly ready to do it again. I lowered my face until I was almost in Donna's face and touched Gail's anus with my tongue. Gail moaned and I dove in with my tongue while Donna worked on her vagina and clitoris. Suddenly, I felt Jenny behind me and her tongue probed my anus, which had felt quite empty when Gail had lost contact with it. As I probed Gail and Jenny probed me, my penis, which had softened somewhat, became fully hard again. Jenny reached around me and started stroking it. I felt Donna quiver and knew that she was climaxing. Gail continued to lick her as she, too, climaxed. As they started to recover and I eased off of Gail's rear end, they saw what Jenny was doing to me.

Gail rolled off of Donna.

She grinned at Donna.

"Let's help Jenny" she said.

Jenny stuck her head up and said "I want her dick."

They rolled me onto my back and Jenny took my hard on into her mouth and began to suck. Gail leaned over me and began to deeply kiss me. I could taste Donna in her mouth. Donna got up and went into the bedroom, coming back out with the dildo, which she was putting lotion on. Taking a cushion of off the couch, the girls lifted my hips and placed me on the cushion. Donna positioned the dildo and slowly inserted it into my love hole. She started pumping it in and out of my rear end while Jenny sucked and stroked my hard on and Gail French kissed me and pinched my nipples. I exploded into Jenny's mouth and screamed into Gail's. Jenny touched Gail and they switched positions, Jenny feeding me my cum while Gail cleaned off my now softening penis. Donna pulled the dildo out of me and the three girls looked at each other.

Donna said "I think she is satisfied now, don't you girls?"

They all laughed and I laughed with them. What a great bunch of girl lovers we make. I have never been so satisfied and so happy. And I love my new clothes!