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A GEENIE CALLED GENNIE
It was Grant's idea for us to visit the gay pub in the city. He told me that they have a TV/TS night there every Thursday and he had been wanting to take me for a long time. I was very nervous about going out dressed for the first time, but he said he could pick me up after dark and would protect me from any unwanted advances. The knowledge that Grant is a security officer relieved my anxieties a little.
As the day approaches, I spend many idle moments deciding what to wear. I finally settle on a soft, grey/blue dress that features a flared skirt which reaches nearly to my knees. Underneath, I will wear a matching blue bra and panty set and suspender hose in a light, purple/blue colour. I choose silver court shoes which I know I can walk a reasonable distance in.
When Grant calls to pick me up he says I look fabulous and is looking forward to escorting his girlfriend for this evening.
During the drive into the city, I become anxious about having to get out of his car to walk along the city streets to the pub.
Fortunately Grant finds a parking spot reasonably close to the pub. Then when we leave the car and start walking, I am relieved to notice that lots of other odd looking couples are walking the darkened streets as well. The city streets at night are obviously a very broadminded place.
We get to the pub without any embarrassment and find ourselves a table well back from the bar, where we can soak up the atmosphere of the place in relative quiet. Grant visits the bar and gets us both a drink, then we sit back to watch the passing parade. There are all sorts of strange looking people in the pub. Some of them are obvious transexuals or transvestites. I feel envious of some of the young bodies and pretty faces that I see. The place seems to be full of young, miniskirted transexuals and muscular looking young men with tattoos. Yet I find some people's sexuality impossible to read. Obviously there are lots of ordinary folk here too who have just come along for the beer and the socialising.
But we haven't been there very long when a young dark skinned girl' comes over to our table and asks if she can join us. I don't know what to say, but when I look at Grant, he smiles and nods to the girl'. He obviously likes the look of her. She is wearing a very tight red minidress and has an over-sized silver chain necklace around her neck. The silver contrasts very well with her dark skin and the large medallion at the centre, tends to focus the eye down to her rather generous cleavage. I can't blame Grant for being interested. Even though I am dressed as a girl, my cock stirs into life when I ogle her cleavage!
She sits down and introduces herself as Allie. She seems rather nice, but it soon becomes obvious that it is Grant who she is interested in. She can't keep her eyes off him. After a while, she practically ignores my presence on the other side of the table. She is deliberately squirming around on her chair and showing off too much bare thigh even by my rather reckless standards. Mind you those thighs look positively gorgeous, so I can't blame Grant for becoming intoxicated by her charms. He is a man after all. He always said that I was a free agent and could do as, or however I liked, but tonight it looks like the roles are going to be reversed. But I am rather annoyed at Allie for imposing herself upon us at our own table. Especially in this instance, by interrupting our first ever visit to this place. Of course Allie was not to know this.
Eventually, I feel that I need a break from Allie's blatant sexual persuasions and excuse myself to visit the toilet to drain my bladder and powder my nose.
On my way back to our table, a hand suddenly catches mine as I walk past a table!
Stunned, I swing around to look straight into the eyes of an angel!
"On your own darling?" A soft but husky voice asks. `She' looks like a girl in her late 20's or early 30's. Her beautifully made up face, is framed with long reddish brown curls, that look like real hair. Her pale green minidress hugs her figure like a glove. An extremely short glove!
"No.....but it looks like I could be soon," I stutter and look across towards Grant's table.
"No you aren't darling," she says.
I turn and find her holding out a chair for me. I look down at her amazing cleavage and think, wow, real tits and real hair! Despite my feminine attire, my masculinity reminds me of it's presence with a delightful stir in my panties!
I take another glance across towards Grant, but can't see clearly what is happening over there.
"Don't worry about him....or her," she advises.
"It's a him," I say, "but I think that he's found himself a her."
I look down at her again. She smiles and I detect a longing in her beautiful green eyes. The same longing that I feel for another girl like me right now too. I quickly decide that if Grant can run wild tonight, then so can I. I seat myself on the chair beside this auburn stranger.
We try to make conversation over the noise in the pub.
"I like your dress," she yells.
"Thank you. I like your top," I reply with a chuckle.
She laughs. I notice the sparkle in her eyes again.
"Do you come here often?" I ask.
"No, the management don't permit sexual acts on the tables!" She squeals.
We both laugh. I notice the sparkle again. Her beauty is deeper than merely cosmetic. Her facial expressions are truly captivating.
She says her name is Gennie. "You spell it with a gee, two ens and an eye e," she explains.
I tell her that my name is Bee. "You spell that with a bee and a double e," I tell her.
"Are you the queen bee or the drone?" She asks with a lovely smile.
"I can be either," I say, "but sometimes I'm more like a bumblebee!"
She laughs.
"What about Gennie?" I ask, "which part of you do I need to rub to get my wish?"
"Ha ha, that was Jean...ee with the lamp," she says.
"Yes I know, but I think you would respond rather nicely to a little rubbing in certain places," I say cheekily. I expect a rebuff, but her face lights up with a lovely smile.
"I need a drone to rub me in certain places tonight!" She exclaims.
The tingle in my groin grows in intensity as I contemplate accepting what is on offer here. A dream come true for a middle-aged, bi-sexual man who can never get enough sex!
I move my chair closer to her. "I'm having trouble hearing you!" I yell as an excuse. She smiles and reaches for my right hand.
"You could try rubbing this," she says and places my hand on her smooth bare thigh!
The stir in my panties becomes a strain against restrictive clothing as I rub my hand gently across her smooth skin. Her skin feels gorgeously soft and supple, just like a baby's.
When her own hand shifts to my stockinged thigh, my excitement reaches an even higher level. But we both have our legs crossed, preventing further explorations.
"Can I make my wish now?" I ask with a smile.
She looks surprised. "What do you wish?" She asks.
"I wish that you uncross your legs for me," I say.
She smiles, obviously relieved to discover that my wish is reasonable. We both uncross our legs at the same instant, but keep our knees pointed under the table.
Her hairless upper thighs feel gorgeous as my fingers search for her panties. I feel my cock lift to a full erection as her fingers follow the same route. Both our eager fingers find their objectives simultaneously. Gennie's panties feel soft and tightly fitted but I detect no discernible cock bulge. I quickly assess that she has folded her appendage back between her legs.
"You're a very sexy girl," I say.
"So are you," she adds.
Lust replaces timidity in our communications now.
"They're real aren't they?" I ask as I ogle her cleavage.
"Yes they are," she answers.
I feel her fingers tracing the outline of my swollen cock in my panties.
"It's real too isn't it?" She asks with a huge grin upon her lovely face.
"Yes!" I blurt.
She turns her head toward mine and I follow her lead. We look into each other's eyes from very close. Her face is very attractive but once again her eyes captivate me.
"You're very nice," she says.
"You are very, very pretty," I reply.
We lean closer and kiss. But strangely, the first meeting of our mouths is brief and tentative. A mere brushing of lips and with the tips of our tongues trading tastes. Then our mouths part again.
"You're a girl," I tell her.
"Thank you," She replies.
I shift my chair closer and our mouths meet again. This kiss is more intense. Mouths open and tongues explore in a frantic attempt to express desires. When our mouths finally part, a big smile spreads across her beautifully made up face.
"Can I have my wish now?" She asks.
"Of course," I answer.
"Can you be my drone tonight?" She asks.
"You are already my queen," I reply.
"But this queen bee needs to be impregnated by a randy drone!" She squeals.
"Oh, Gennie! You're a naughty girl!" I retort.
I feel the hem of my dress sliding up my thighs and shiver with excitement as Geenie's hand reaches to my panties. Her fingers examine the shape of my full erection in my thin panties. Her touch sends an even bigger wave of excitement through my groin.
"How big?" She asks with a huge smile
"For you my darling," I boldly claim, "it will stand up strongly to about seven inches!"
"Oh fuck yes!.....oh sorry!" she squeals.
That gorgeous sparkle in her eyes has become a flashing beacon now. A beacon that draws my senses towards the possibilities here! I have visions of Gennie on her back on a bed with her legs wide apart and that same twinkle in her eye as she pleads for me to fuck her!
Not surprisingly, all semblance of public decorum vanishes. We take little heed of our surroundings as we frantically rub each other's inner thighs and panties with our fingers and stare into each other's eyes. Although I am disappointed to find her cock not responding to my touches as well as mine is to hers. Obviously this girl is on hormones. She seems to read my mind.
"I need a man!" She says with a wink.
"You've found one. I need a girl!" I declare.
"You've found one!" She says.
The groping at each other's panties becomes blatant, my fingers dipping below her balls to rub her sensitive perenium.
"Darling," I say.
"Darling," she purrs.
Our next kiss is a frantic expression of lust. Mouths open wide and tongues twist and lock together.
When we are both forced to take a break, our conversation lacks originality.
"Darling," I repeat.
"Darling," she repeats.
After several repeats and with her fingers refusing to let go of my straining erection, it becomes apparent that our conversation has died. I sense that it is time to `get physical' as the words of the song says.
Gennie senses it too. She pulls her hand out from between my thighs and fishes a cell phone out of her expensive looking tote. She presses some digits.
"What are you doing?" I ask as I close my legs and attempt to rearange my skirt hem to retain a little of my feminine decorum.
"I'm calling a taxi, you're coming home with me," she advises.
For a moment I am stunned at the rapidity of this encounter and open my mouth to protest. But when I perve at the gorgeous young thing sitting before me, my sexual needs overrule any remaining sense of propriety and I meekly smile. This 'girl' is probably twenty years my junior. How could I turn this down?
Gennie orders the taxi, then stands up.
"Hang on, I had better tell my friend that I'm going with you," I say.
I walk over to our table and find Grant and Allie sitting very close together and groping at each other under the table. I tell Grant that I have just met a really gorgeous young girl and I won't be needing a ride home tonight. Grant smiles at this news and I notice Allie looking rather pleased too. In fact, she looks a bit like a Cheshire cat that had just caught a mouse!
I turn around and bump into Gennie! She has followed me across the room to get a look at Grant.
"Hi!" She calls out to both of them and smiles.
They return the greeting and then Gennie leads me out to the street, where we wait for the taxi. A few other couples of the same or unclear gender are milling around on the footpath. No one seems to take any particular notice of two `girls' together.
"He looked happy enough at loosing you," Gennie says.
"We've got a good arrangement," I say, "he's got a wife at home too."
Gennie turns toward me and kisses me in front of anyone who cares to look. I feel uncomfortable and feel myself blush. But then the taxi arrives and we bundle ourselves into the back seat. Gennie gives the Asian male driver some instructions to a city apartment address and pulls me to her. I feel her hand between my legs searching for my cock as her mouth meets mine.
I feel a little embarrassed about displaying such passion in view of the driver and resist her advances. But when I feel her hand reach it's objective, my cock drives my passions again and I dissolve into her embrace. Indeed, the gentle touch of her fingers ignites a spark of passion right through my body. I can't stop myself spreading my legs further apart. Now I don't care what the taxi driver can see. I figure that he has seen plenty of this behaviour before. I run my left hand over Gennie's breasts and tweak her nipples through her bra as her tongue darts around inside my mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she murmurs. Her breasts feel gorgeously soft and bouncy and ever so feminine. The anticipation of sucking on them later is arousing me even faster.
The taxi stops several times at traffic lights and intersections, but we pay no heed to what is happening in the real world outside. Her fingers and her kisses encourage my cock to rise to full working order again, very quickly.
But then I become aware that the taxi has stopped alongside some shops.
The Asian driver is gibbering something. "Wees here....wees here now misses."
Gennie sits up, pays the driver and we stumble out onto a brightly lit footpath.
"Oh, damn him!" Gennie exclaims as the taxi drives off. "We're still a block away from my apartment. I wasn't watching."
"Yes, I noticed that!" I say, "but we can walk."
But I am frightened that someone will read me in such a brightly lit area and laugh at us.
Then as we start walking I became aware of another, more serious problem. My erection is causing a bulge in the front of my dress! I try to flatten it with my hands but only succeed in outlining the shape of my cock even more. I now regret having worn a dress made from soft and figure hugging material.
Then I see a group of people approaching!
I grab Gennie's hand and swing her around towards a nearby shop window display.
"What's the matter?" She whispers.
"My cock," I reply as we gaze at a book shop display.
She looks down and immediately starts giggling. This starts me giggling too.
The people walking past must wonder what is so hilarious about a book shop window display! Especially as close inspection reveals a window full of books about global warming!
Fortunately, the people walk past without any discernable comment and we recommence walking.
Then Gennie leads me up a side street where it is darker. At least no one can see the outline of my cock here. But then I become scared of the dark and hold her hand rather firmly.
"Hey darling I'm no brave cowboy!" She giggles.
"Well yes actually, I hope not," I reply and ease my hold of her hand.
After a while, I start to enjoy the sensation of walking the streets in a dress. Especially since I can feel my soft flared skirt touching the back and front of my legs with every step. The delightful clacking sound of our heels on the hard pavement adds to the thrill of the adventure too.
But when we turn the next corner, my new found confidence evaporates once again.
"Hey girlz...hey...hick...do yoos needs a...hick...cock?" A man calls out from the darkness to our left! Close inspection reveals a man standing in a dark doorway with his pants down around his knees!
I attempt to run off, but Gennie stops, holding my hand firmly. We both stare at the man. His small cock stands up from amidst a tangle of black pubic hair, below a tubby, protruding belly.
"No thanks, We've already got two!" Gennie yells in her deepest possible male voice!
We both roar with laughter. But then my laughing is cut short when Gennie grabs my hand to lead me away. We hurry off along the street, laughing and giggling. But I am pleased that we have been identified as girls, even if only by a drunk!
Another few hundred yards and Gennie leads me into the ground floor of an apartment block and straight into an empty elevator. She pushes the number 7 button and when the door closes, she wraps her arms around me again. She plants her gorgeous red lips squarely onto mine and I feel her hand reach up my skirt to feverously massage my panties. This girl is on fire! My cock has drooped a little during the walk, but now it hardens again very quickly. I reach my hand up her skirt, but am rather dismayed to find her cock still quite soft. I can understand her need of someone with a working cock. She certainly has her fingers on a working cock right now though.
Suddenly the elevator slows to a stop. Startled, we both drop our hands from up each other's skirts and look at the floor indicator. It shows that we are stopping at 4. We quickly stand apart, but still facing each other as the door opens.
I keep my head turned away from the opening door, but out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of a middle aged man entering. He pushes a button and then the door closes again.
"Good evening girls," the man says in a loud and cheerful voice. I open my mouth to reply but Gennie pulls me to her and clamps her mouth over mine again, blocking my words before they leave my throat.
But then I nearly bite Gennie's tongue when I feel her hand grab the hem of my dress and lift it up to my waist!
I fight to push my skirt back down, but Gennie has a firm grip on it and keeps her mouth clamped to my mouth so I can't protest either. I can only hope that the man is looking the other way!
But then I hear the man emit a quiet whistle! Oh no, he must have a clear view of my blue panties and the big bulge in them!
"You bitch!" I struggle to say with my mouth locked onto Gennie's.
Fortunately for my dignity, the elevator then slows to a stop again. Gennie releases her embrace and lets my skirt drop. When the door opens, she leads me out onto a hallway. I keep my gaze fixed on the floor as I leave the elevator. I am far too embarrassed to look at the man.
"Have fun," he says in his same bright, cheerful style as he used before.
"We will!" Gennie calls as the door shuts.
"You bitch!" I squeal when the elevator door is safely closed.
"Hey, that was only Mr Pettigrew!" Gennie squeals and starts giggling.
"Who is Mr Pettigrew?" I ask as I follow Gennie along a corridor.
"He lives on the eighth floor." Gennie says.
"But....But how well do you know him?" I ask.
"He needs Viagra!" She squeals.
She giggles so much that she has trouble fitting her key into the lock of her apartment.
"You bitch!" I hiss as she opens her door.
The apartment looks very sumptuous. But I don't have time to appreciate the finer points of the decor, as our lips melt together again and our tongues search each other's hot mouths as soon as her door closes behind us.
I feel Gennie's fingers toying with the bow under the bust of my grey dress as she attempts to undress me whilst locked in a deep kiss. Eventually she pulls the right cord, the dress flops enough for her to slide it off my shoulders and it drops to the floor. Then Gennie's mouth begins a slow descent down my quivering body. I watch her slide down, feel her sensuous lips upon me, wherever she kisses.
She doesn't stop at my panties, but merely grips them at passing and slides them straight to the floor.
I feel my cock stand proudly to attention from between my legs.
"Yes! Just what I need!" She squeals when she sees the strength in it.
I gasp as I feel her warm mouth envelope the knob of my cock. For many minutes, Gennie licks my sensitive knob, plunges my cock deeply to the back of her mouth and kisses and tickles my balls.
"Oh yes, darling," I whisper in appreciation at her obvious skills. But eventually I have to warn her that my cum is getting ready to shoot into her mouth.
She stands up and whispers, "Take my dress off, darling." I push the thin straps off her shoulders.
"There's a zip at the back," she advises. I step behind her and run the zip to where it finishes just above the curve of her beautiful rounded bum. Then I attempt to peel her dress down her slender body to the floor. But it is such a tight fit that eventually, I have to resort to kneeling on the floor in front of her and pulling at the hem with both hands. Of course this position does have it's advantages. I am able to see her gorgeous frilly lace panties from really close up! The sight distracts my attention and I pause.
"You're acting like a man now," she giggles.
"Oh sorry...but I thought that was what you wanted!" I say.
She roars with laughter.
Eventually I get her dress off her slim body and toss it aside. I stand up, reach behind her back and release her blue bra clips. Her breasts pop out and hang delightfully in front of my hungry eyes. They are at least a C cup size.
"Wow! You're a girl alright!" I squeal and immediately clamp my mouth to them.
"Darling," she coos. She holds my hard cock in her right hand and strokes it gently. I can feel her nipples growing taut as I brush my tongue across them. I swap breasts and soon have both nipples standing up delightfully.
But then she instructs, "Come with me."
She leads me to her bedroom and we stand alongside her queen sized bed.
She whispers, "Now pull my panties down and fuck me darling!"
I pull her frilly lace panties down her smooth long legs and toss them aside. Her little uncut cock hangs delightfully from below the curve of her belly, looking cute, yet almost irrelevant amidst her feminine enhancements. Below, her little balls look tight and exquisite, with every dimple and ridge clearly visible without hair. The sight reinforces my bond with a fellow transgender to extreme levels. I lower my mouth to suck upon her cock. As I suck, it stirs into life a little, but in a short while she interrupts my endeavours.
"Just fuck me Bee. I want to be your girl" She says.
She reaches for something on her bedside cabinet, turns and hands me a condom and a tube of lubricant. Then she jumps onto the bed on her back with her legs apart. As I look on with mounting excitement, she fits a pillow under her arse and lifts her legs high into the air. Then grips the insoles of her feet with both hands and pulls her legs down towards each side of her head!
"Now fuck me as a girl!" She demands.
"Yes miss!" I squeal as I view the sexy scene below me.
I roll the condom down my shaft and spread a generous coating of lub onto the full length of my cock. I can't resist displaying the strength and rigidity of my erection by pulling down on the knob and then letting it bounce up again.
"Oooooo come here you teasing bastard!" Gennie squeals.
I reach my left hand to her anal opening on the pretext of lubricating her entrance, but find myself lingering to squeeze one finger through her sphincter muscle. Her arse feels hot and tight!
I jump onto the bed on top of Gennie with my legs between hers, pinning her down. I lower my mouth to kiss her. Once again, we search each other's mouths with our tongues in an ever increasing display of sexual lust. Gennie squirms and wriggles her slim body under my embrace as our passions increase. I force her legs wider with mine. I feel her body tense. I stab the knob of my cock at her perineum, reaching lower and lower towards her anal entrance.
As expected, the tease drives Gennie wild with desire.
"Ooooooo darling! Get it right up in me!" She squeals.
I reach one hand back and aim my knob at her tiny anal aperture. Then, supporting my weight above her chest with both hands, I stab my cock gently at her resisting hole, whilst I watch Gennie's reaction in her amazingly expressive eyes. She smiles sweetly as I stab my cock, yet her eyes transmit a wild frenzy of passion and sexual lust.
"Fuck me Bee!" Gennie pleads.
I stab my cock harder and harder, slowly forcing more of an entry with each stab. Soon, I can feel her body heat surrounding my sensitive knob as it enters her body.
"Oooo yes darling! Slide it right in! I need it really deep in me!" She yells.
I watch her eyes sparkle with lust as I slide my whole six inches into her love tunnel.
"Shit that's good!....Woops sorry about the language darling," Gennie blurts.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls my head down to hers. We share another long, lingering kiss. For many minutes my cock lies motionless in her hot arse, soaking up the heat. My chest forces her legs down even further beside her head.
"Am I squashing you?" I ask when I let her breath again.
"Yes but I need that!" She orders, "I like to be dominated by the man."
"But I'm not really a man," I remind her.
"You've got a man's cock darling!" She squeals. "a real man's cock!"
I thrust my cock gently into her several times, relishing that hot clasping sensation that only an arse can provide. Then I pause to bend my upper body down steeply to her breasts and suck on them hungrily.
"Oh yes, you're a good lover," she whispers, "not like most men."
I lift my mouth away from her right breast and ask, "what's wrong with most men?"
"All they want to do is ram their cocks in and out to satisfy themselves and then they're gone," she whispers.
"I'm a transgender like you my dear," I say as I look down into her eyes.
She smiles and I am once again reminded of how very beautiful this girl is.
"You're a real darling," I whisper.
I lower my mouth down to her left breast and gave it lots of gentle stimulation with my tongue. I feel her nipples harden perceptibly under my touch.
"Oh yes," she whispers.
But eventually my desire for increased sexual pleasure, brings my head up and I start gently thrusting my cock in and out of her tight arse again as I look down into her pretty face. She smiles up at me in encouragement. Once again, the natural beauty and radiance of Gennie's expression catches my attention and I stop thrusting my cock.
"Did I tell you that you are a very, very beautiful woman!" I whisper.
Her expression becomes even more animated and....absolutely exquisite! I can't believe my good fortune in being permitted to fuck this gorgeous young girl!
"Thank you," she whispers.
"Thank you!" I squeal.
Once again I notice that longing in her eyes. The same longing that I witnessed at the pub.
"Oh Gennie! You are so pretty, so godamn sexy!" I whisper.
She smiles. She seems to understand my sentiments.
"I need this too...I have been searching for a man who understands my passions!" She pleads.
Her smile is so sweet and welcoming, that I just can't resist bending right down to kiss her again. Once again my cock lies motionless, embedded deep in her body and soaking up the intense heat.
"You're a lovely, lovely girl," I whisper when I lift my head away a long time later.
"You make love divinely," she whispers.
Eventually, I recommence thrusting my cock in and out, whilst I look into her lovely green eyes.
"Oh yes, make love to me Bee. Make love to me all night," she whispers.
I reach down and manage to suck on her breasts as I stroke my cock slowly in and out. Then I deliberately hold my pelvic muscles taut, powering my cock into her from a lower angle.
I catch her by surprise. "Oh yes darling, lift your cock up like that!" She squeals. I follow her order.
"Oh yes Bee! You're touching my spot! My sexy spot!" She squeals.
I notice how her nipples are soon standing delightfully to attention. Her body seems to tense now too, as if her responses are on high alert.
"Suck on them hard darling," she requests. "Touch all my spots at once!" Gennie pleads.
I follow her request as asked whilst I continue to lift my cock strongly up into her arse.
"Oh Bee! Yes! Yes! Oh Bee!" Gennie squeals.
I flex every muscle in my back and pelvis to appease her demands, sucking her breasts and manoeuvring my cock in and out of her arse at the same time. I feel like a contortionist but consider this girl's pleasure is paramount.
"Oh yes! Oh darling! Keep doing that!" She is soon squealing.
"Oh yes, you make love divinely!" She squeals again, "I love you! I need you Bee!"
Gennie starts to jump around under me, meeting my gentle thrusts by lifting her hips to ensure every penetration goes in deep.
Her face looks flushed. She appears to grin as she grits her teeth in anticipation. Her eyes appear to be opening wider and are even more beautiful and expressive than before. "Keep fucking me and keep sucking me," She requests and smiles up at me in encouragement.
But every time I concentrate my vision upon her beautiful body it increases my body's natural desire to pump my seed into her.
Desperate now, I stop thrusting completely and focus all my thoughts on her beautiful breasts.
"Bite them," she demands. So I bite her left breast gently.
"Harder," she requests. So I bite harder.
"Bite me and fuck me hard too!" She demands.
I lower my mouth to her right breast and bite her nipple, as I thrust my cock into her, holding my pelvic muscles extremely tight. Meanwhile, I try to hold off coming with all my willpower!
When I feel her body stiffen perceptibly under mine, I am very relieved!
"Now Bee!" Gennie screams, "Now! Give it to me now!"
I bite her right breast quite hard and power my cock into her arse, holding my cock up to the hilt inside her. I can't stop my orgasm now!
"Darling!" I scream as I feel those familiar pulses begin deep in my pelvis.
"Darling!" She screams.
I lower my body right down onto hers, pinning her to the bed rather selfishly and clamp my mouth to hers as my body convulses and cum shoots through my cock. The pleasure is exquisite!
Suddenly, I feel a wetness upon my belly as Gennie's little cock erupts with several spurts of cum, wetting us both with hot sticky liquid!
"Mmmmmmm," we murmur in unison with our mouths clamped together.
The kiss goes on and on, our gratitude for each other's performance clearly evident.
"Thank you Bee. I really needed that!" Gennie whispers after our heart beats return to normal.
"So did I. You are a very sexy girl." I reply.
Later as we lay in each other's arms on the bed, I suddenly realise that I don't have any male clothes with me to go home in tonight. I whisper this problem to Gennie.
"Don't worry, you can stay the night and I'll find you something in the morning," she whispers.
Eventually, we both shower, she pulls back the covers on her bed and we climb between the sheets.
Totally exhausted, I drift off to sleep with my face nuzzled up against her left shoulder and my left hand on her right breast.
In the morning, Gennie invents an excuse for not going to work for the day.
Then she hands me the packet of Viagra.....