Mardi Gras Blows

By john smith

Published on Oct 10, 2003

Transgender

Controls

Music pounded out of every door, dancers in bright costumes whirling by. Chad, Brian, Joe and Alex drifted through the crowds, drinking neat rum and enjoying the show. The noise, the energy, the sheer heat of Mardi Gras burned in their brains.

The three boys came to a stop on the edge of a crowd, all looking up. Old men were pointing cameras, young men were grabbing strained crotches. Up on the balcony above, a topless woman danced and shimmied, dodging showers of beads, her huge breasts waving at the cheering crowd. Alex looked up and yelled, waving his rum bottle. The woman saw him and grinned, sizing up the strapping young man. She shook her tits in his direction, pouting and licking her lips. Alex thrust his stiff crotch up at her, his dick jamming against tight cloth. She leaned over and looked right in his eyes, one hand waving at the alley next door.

"Yeah, man," Chad yelled. "Fucking do it!" His friends pushed through the happy crowd, shoving Alex into the alley. He stumbled along, came to an open door and went in. Up a staircase, past rooms full of drunken people grinding together. He found the balcony and stepped through.

The woman almost tackled him, diving down to wrap her arms around his waist. He tumbled down into a chair, cheered by the crowd below, as she ripped open his fly. His fat seven inches flopped out, smacking her in the heavily rouged cheek. She wrapped a string of beads around the base of his dick, and then engulfed it with her soft lips.

The woman went to work, using years of skill and hard won muscles on the boy's hard prick. Her soft tongue flicked down the underside of his twitching rod, his cock head jammed into her throat. For endless minutes she deepthroated him, her head held firmly in his lap. He felt the cum boil up in his straining balls, the heat of her mouth tipping him over the edge even as he strained to hold back. She felt the first blast of jizz, moved her head up to catch the rest on her tongue. She gently nursed his spent cock, Alex lolling back in his chair. The crowd applauded below.

Suddenly she stood, hiking her tight miniskirt. A long, hard dick sprang out, wavering in Alex's blurry gaze. She grabbed it, pumped it once, twice. A long jet of cum shot out, blasting onto the boy's cheek. Shot after shot followed, dripping ropes of jizz pearling on the unmoving Alex's face. Drained, she tucked it away, demurely smoothing her skirt over the slight bulge. She waved to the hysterical crowd, and vanished inside. Alex heard his friends screaming below.

Comments welcome: Danrafe3@hotmail.com

Rate this story

Liked this story?

Nifty is entirely volunteer-run and relies on people like you to keep the site running. Please support the Nifty Archive and keep this content available to all!

Donate to The Nifty Archive
Nifty

© 1992, 2024 Nifty Archive. All rights reserved

The Archive

About NiftyLinks❤️Donate