Booty Banging at Mardi Gra - Part Two by Sasha Steele
After Dinner Delight
The following morning Del and Tori had a late breakfast in the hotel's upscale restaurant before Del went home. They had arranged to meet at seven for supper, deciding to get dressed up and go out somewhere nice.
Del lazed around her apartment till mid afternoon, got cleaned up, dressed, then went shopping with her girlfriend. She sashayed around the markets in black tights that showed all her assets to advantage. They sat at an outdoor cafe, had something to eat and a couple of drinks while Del filled in the details of her date last night.
Hidden between the rows of one of the dress shops the girls had had the opportunity to relieve them selves and were drying their crotches at the cafe. later, in the back of the bus on the way home, giggling and carrying on, Del, no longer able to hold it, had leaned onto the head-rest in front of her and filled the seat of her tights. She disembarked with an extra bulge in them.
At the hotel Tori hung around the pool-spa area in a black two piece bikini. He never swam or went in the hot tub because he didn't want to get wet. Although the crotch of his bathing suit bottoms was wet. Having had to pee so bad and no body around, he had spread his legs and peed on the carpet as he sat on the outdoor balcony leaving a good size puddle between his black high-heel sandals.
The weather was warm so Tori decided to wear a casual summer dress for dinner. He chose a colorful flower patterned mini-dress with spaghetti straps. Its simple A-line sheath design had a bit of a loose fit. Loose enough to play down his protruding gut, but there wasn't enough material (with the swell of his hips and his fat round ass), to hide a suspicious 'extra' fold in the front just above the hemline.
He had on white panties and brassier, beige stay-up stalkings, and light brown open toe, ankle strap sandals with five inch heels that matched his purse. As long as he stood and walked correctly his modesty was preserved - the pretty lace tops of his nylons, the seat and cock-pouch of his panties remaining hidden under the short hemline of his dress. Bending and sitting was an other story.
Tori wore his shoulder length blond hair in a loose style. He wore a few pieces of matching jewelry and light makeup. He looked pretty - a sexy, gay transvestite ready for another night out on the town at the Mardi Gra and a dinner date with a phat gorgeous shemale. After checking himself in the mirror one last time Tori called Del then headed out to meet her.
Del also had decided to wear a dress. And when Tori saw her his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Wow! What an outfit Del had on.
She usually always wore full seat panties - just in case. But having already moved her bowels Del decided on a thong tonight. She was wearing cock-hose (thick shinny silver-white tights that fit her like a second skin). Pulled up high on her hips the tights followed every nook and cranny, and every contour of her sexy lower body - over her gargantuan thighs, their material sinking deep into the crevice between her massive butt cheeks, the cock-pouch tracing every detail of her scrotum and penis.
And over top of her hose Del wore a crotchless black thong that was more a lace cock ring than underpants. Her big beautiful pantyhose-covered cock and balls protruded through the opening. The tiny front panel, which was all black lace and bows, fit snug against her fleshy pubis mound and pulled tight to the under shelf of her slight belly. The thin straps rose on angle to the waist band of her tights and over her big hips where they met the single thin back strap that ran deep through the crack of her ass. The three straps formed a little triangle (it too lace and tiny bows), on the shelf of Del's big ass.
Del was wearing a sexy black mini dress. Like Tori's, it had spaghetti straps. There was a satin and bead design on the tight bodice and the low-cut bustier that barely contained Del's big tits. The lace cups and straps of her brassier showed. The dress's short multi-layered fluffy chiffon skirt spread out in a slight flare that inadequately covered her bulging crotch pouch and phat ass. If you dared to stare, you would see just a bit of the cheeks and crack of her fat ass and a few inches of her white-tights covered cock.
On her feet Dell wore black sandals; the heels five inches high and the toes open like Tori's were. Her sandals had many straps across the top of her feet and buckled above her ankles. And she had a black purse with a short shoulder strap tucked up tight under one of her fat arms.
Del's streaked hair was pulled up in a clasp that left her curls sticking up and back in a rooster tail. She wore all her gold jewelry - earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and lots of rings. Her makeup was heavy. Del was hot, and she was drop-dead fucking gorgeous.
They ate Italian, both pigging out on pasta loaded with meat and thick sauce, on salads, bread, and deserts. Tori bogged down on the desert, sat back kneading his bloated gut. Del was still eating hers.
What's the matter Sugar? She said when she finished eating, speaking again in her fained droll. "You eyes bigger than your gut?"
"I'm stuffed, Del."
Del took up a fork full of Tori's cake. "Come on, Sugar. Momma Dell gonna fatten you ass."
Tori opened his mouth and allowed Del to feed him the rest of his cake. They had drank three bottles of wine, finished up with capichino and both needed to pee. Del had been bouncing her heavy thighs, squeezing her cock between them, and now her hand was between her legs with a tight grip on her self.
"Your not. Are you?" Tori said.
Panty pissing had become a national sport with trannies and shemales. Hardly any used a toilet any more for either reason, and certainly not a public toilet. It started as protest, they wanted their own facilities - had the right to them. But now it was sport.
Tori didn't have to go quite as badly as Del did, and he was a bit less bold about it anyway. The waiter was on his way over with the last glasses of wine.
"Soon as he's gone," Del said.
The waiter put the wine on their table along with the bill and left. Soon as he turned his back Del slide to the edge of the chair, spreed her big legs and relaxed to let her pee flow. Her tights saturated. A wet spot formed at the tip of her cock spreading backwards.
"Awwww-fuck, that feels so good," Del said, "mmmmmmmmm." She closed her eyes enjoying the release as pee raced through her tights and splashed into the thick carpet. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Del pissed for over a minute, then wiped the tip of her cock with the cloth table napkin.
They paid the bill and left. Tori was holding himself now. He was desperate, his panties already wet as he had leaked a bit into them. They ducked into an alley. He spread his legs and bent over placing one hand on his knee. As soon as Tori released the hold he had on his cock, using that same hand to lift the hem of his dress out of the way, pissed poured through his panties onto the ground.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck. Did I have to go," Tori moaned. He peed for a minute or so, then held his breath as he
strained several times to completely empty his bladder.
Del watched with fascination as Tori finished pissing his panties. A massive hardon tented her tights straight out from under the short ruffles of her dress. Her shiny white tights stretched to accommodate its length causing the stretchy material to be drawn in tight against her shaft and scrotum. Del took hold of her foot long erection, gentle stroking it through her tights.
"Oh god, Del," Tori said, a troubled look crowding his pretty face. Earlier on in the day Tori had felt a big shit coming on. Pigging out in the restaurant had placed pressure on his bowels. He had been squeezing back his poop, then lost his hold when he strained to finish peeing. "I really have to shit."
Del placed her hands on Tori's waist and pressed her hard cock into him. My poor baby got to do a poo poo," she said, "mmmmmmmmmm."
"I can't hold it," Tori said. His sphincter ring was dilated, his poop already moving through it. "I'm going to dump in my panties." He placed his hands on Del's bare fat shoulders. His poop was touching the material in the seat of his white panties now. Tori closed his eyes, gathered his breath, and bore down hard. Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn," he grunted.
Del reached around placing her hand against the seat of his panties. "Nnnnnnn, don't press, nnnnnnn, too, nnnnnn, hard, nnnnnn," Tori said as he strained to fill his panties.
Del felt Tori's load push against her palm. It made her cock stiffer. "Shit for me baby," she said, "fill your panties for momma Del."
Tori was breathing hard. "Nnnnn." He was almost done. "Nnnnn." The load in the seat of his panties was growing. "Nnnnn." It felt like a lumpy baseball. "Nnnnn." Del continued to work her cock through her pantyhose. She was breathing hard as well. One final effort and Tori finished.
He caught his breath. Del pressed her hardon into him. "Shit," she said. "I'm going to have to cum." Tori's cock was hard as well, tenting his panties far beyond the short hem of his dress. "Ahhh, Give me your month, ahhh," Del begged.
Del's strokes were faster now. Tori squatted down gingerly. He could feel the shit in his panties as his panties tightened against it when he squatted.
"Ahhhh, ahhh, I'm going to cum, Del moaned. Tori opened his mouth. Del shoved her cock in. She took hold of Tori's head with her free hand. "Ahhh, ahhh." Del masturbated through her tights. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh." And then she came. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Del brought Tori to his feet and to her lips. They kissed and Del explored his mouth for a taste of her own cum. Through his panties she fondled Tori's throbbing hardon. She withdrew it through the leg hole pulling him off as they kissed further.
Then Del sank down on her haunches and took Tori's stiff cock into her mouth. She reached around to fondle the mound in the seat of his panties. Tori moaned when he felt the hard turds pressed into the crack of his fat ass.
Del worked Tori's cock with her hand and mouth. She knew how to give a blowjob. Tori rocked forward sinking his cock into her mouth all the way back to his balls. "Ahhh. Del. Ahhh, I'm going to cum." He pumped his hips and pressed down on her head. "Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Tori cried out as he came in Del's mouth.
She stood. They kissed again. Tori fixed his panties and they headed to Bourbon street where they hung out; eating, drinking and dancing. Tori kept tugging at the back of his short dress and slapping Del's hand away as she tried to lift it, teasing him.
When they were sufficiently tired and drunk Del said, "let's go. Momma Del gonna change your dirty bum. Then she's gonna fuck you." And so, their panties freshly wetted, they stagger off back to Tori's hotel room.