(Authoress's note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc. This is only a fantasy story XXX+. I only wish there is enough here to make each of you happy. To those who have given me constructive criticisms as well as those with praise thanks. If you don't like the story that's understandable but please be kind in your critique. Lauren Westley. (fundipity@yahoo.com)
THE END OF TIME
By Lauren Westley
Prologue:
I'm lying out in the warm late spring sun wearing a Victoria Secret beachy neon yellow lace bikini with lavender ties. I've been tanning for the past two weeks and the part of me you can see is Bahamian brown while underneath I'm so pale I'd call the color albino white. The clear turquoise water of the Gulf of Mexico dazzles my vision and the crystal white beach is incredible. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
It's taken me six months to start this diary and I don't know whom I'm writing it for. January 12th was a bitter cold day in Atlanta when the world I had known for twenty years changed. Back then I weighed about 164 pounds and was 5'6". A college freshman I had eaten too much cafeteria and crap fast foods. I drank a lot of beer and enjoyed the added weight since it made me appear a bit manlier.
That particular day was nearly the end of my Winter break. I woke up to see the panes on my window iced up and got out of bed to a toasty warm room. Donning my bathrobe I traipsed down to the kitchen to see what Mom had for breakfast. Our house was a beautiful Tudor in Buckhead. From the large picture window in the kitchen I looked out over our beautiful backyard. The pool deck was covered in snow, the pool water an icy blue and the trees drooping white satin snowflakes. Outdoors was a winter wonderland. Little did I suspect this backdrop was ominous?
"MOM," I called out.
No answer. I grew up without a dad but I had three older sisters who finished college and had moved away. The closest one lived in Destin as a condo sales agent. All through my childhood I was surrounded by a feminine world. My sisters treated me as a younger sister when I was home. I was six years younger then the sibling closest in age to me. So as a child they would play dress up with me which I thought was simply a game. And although my name was Sam they'd called me Samantha since before I could talk so I answered to that or when they said Sam I thought Samantha. Ellie, my middle sister would have me wear a new dress she'd have bought so she could pin the hem when I was fifteen years old. She'd coax me into it and say, "no one can see you and I really need your help."
I was her model. At that time I was 122 pounds. But over the past couple of years I bulked up since at 122 I looked more like a girl then a guy. My face was had feminine features and this led to being called all sorts of names in high school and some terrible times in the boy's bathroom. Yes, head flushing, teasing and I even the occasional penis envy from seeing how small I was compared to the other boys.
The more I went around the house calling "MOM" with no response, the more I wondered where she could be. I decided she must have gone down to the supermarket to get something. I turned on the TV and was watching a cartoon show when something weird happened. Smartphone in hand I text my best friend Paul. No reply. Then I went to update my Twitter and noticed not one person I followed had updated since 11:41pm the evening before. Now that is quite odd, I thought. Updates are almost always happening but my mind didn't focus for long on the oddity but instead I turned back to the TV and watched an episode of South Park.
A couple of hours went by before I really started to get nervous. I had called my Mom's cell several times but it went to voicemail. None of my friends answered. And wondering what was happening I tuned in to CNN. The picture was of an empty anchor desk. Nothing. I tried other live stations and the same thing. What's amazing is the need for people one has when you can't find any. I showered, shaved and decided to drive down to the Mall. I have a blue Subaru all-wheel drive so the snow didn't bother me as I backed out onto white covered street. But over the next couple of blocks out of the neighborhood I passed empty cars. It was even stranger as I made a left turn onto Peachtree Rd. The whole drive to Lenox Mall made me more nervous since no other cars were moving and there were several cars crashed into others on the side of the road.
The mall was open but empty. Not a soul. All the shops were locked up tight from the night before. No one had come to work. Over the next days I came to realize not only was everyone missing from Atlanta but from everywhere? Using the Internet I tried contacting every emergency organization I could think of. The police. The FBI. I even googled outside the US. No one answered. Of course I had tried calling all my siblings days before.
As the days turned into weeks I would go out and take things from stores. I broke windows to get in. In the supermarket perishables began to wither but the electricity stayed on so there were plenty of frozen foods and the shelves packed with boxes and cans. When my car ran out of gas I simply filled up at gas stations pressing the "pay inside," and then going inside and pushing the button corresponding to my station.
Weeks turned into months and by late March most of the electricity had failed. I had left my home and found a monstrous house on West Paces which I had seen at night still had its lights on. Turned out they had a generator. Also the Internet and television were no longer working and although I had kept my phone charged there were no calls.
Many changes started to occur in April. Since there was no one watching over me I decided to allow myself to let the inner me out into this desolate world. Since as far back as I can remember I fantasized about being a girl. I'd steal panties from my sisters (I think Susan suspected me) and sometimes would wear their clothes when I was home alone. This happened a bit more often when they had all left home but much of their high school clothes still remained in drawers in their room. All four of us were within an inch height and weight of each other. Only Sarah looked different with her golden hair and green eyes. Mom had been married before she met my Dad and had had Sarah. The rest of us had the same dull brown hair and striking blue eyes against perfect skin. During the winter we were as white as snow but in the sun we all tanned fantastic except Sarah who had freckles and would turn red. My other two sisters would tease her when we went to the beach. But Sarah was no slouch. She got even many times with the other two including taking boyfriends away.
During high school, especially after having been bullied so much, I had gone as far as having learned not only about estrogen levels but also about reducing testosterone levels and what pre-ops would take to make them more feminine. I hadn't tried anything but instead had done just the opposite by adding 42 pounds to my weight. By the end of March I had lost all 42 pounds of blubber and was back to my pre-college weight of 122 when a thought germinated in me.
Finding what I needed to carry out this plan of mine was quite easy. Hey, if there wasn't anybody left in the world I could be the girl I wanted to be and who cared about the risk of taking drugs or for that matter, who would see me? I'd be Samantha.
What would you do if you were the last person on earth?
Visiting pharmacies I gathered the anti-androgen compounds I had previously studied thinking it would work for me. And before the power had gone out I had created the regimen I would take although it took me a month to build up the courage. I thought about if someone else came along but the silence was overbearing and I gave up hope. That's not to say everything on earth was dead. I did see some small birds and I had noticed the cockroach lived. But I hadn't seen any mammals.
My studies on what I would need led me to create a cocktail of Estradiol, Finasteride, Spironolactone and Progestin. The Estradiol I took using a patch.
Once I had made a commitment to being a girl I decided I wanted to be pretty. Canvassing beauty salons I began my transformation. My hair was longer by now and coloring it blond wasn't a big deal. Learning how to style it was. Since I couldn't cut it I had to do the best I could and since my hair was naturally straight it ended up like a shortened version of Hillary Duff. The highlights looked the same, my face similar but my eyes were prettier.
I never had much hair on my body anyhow but I still found I need to shave parts of my body such as armpits, legs, and a little hair on my chest. The hair on my arms was blond and I had seen plenty of girls with similar hair so I skipped it at first. Although shaving was good I wanted more. I found a kit "Kalo Hair Growth Inhibitors" that did work wonders but unfortunately I still had to shave my stubble on my face. Even once the hormones had kicked in and softened the hair I had elsewhere I could not surmount the facial hair problem. I eventually gave up with trying to do anything but shave my face every morning and every afternoon.
Learning the art of makeup took less then a week. Fortunately before the Internet died I had gone to a site http://howtoapplymakeup.net and printed out the information. I had also been fiddling around with it during the month before I took the plunge at the deeper end of the feminine pool. I learned the basics and the order I need to use to apply it. Eye shadow primer, eye shadow, liner, mascara, brows, concealer, foundation, powder, blush, bronzer, lip liner, lipstick, lip-gloss. Through many mistakes, badly drawn eyeliner, terrible lipstick smears etc I got it down darn good for my face. Hey, I had all the time in the world. No TV, No Internet but books had made an amazing comeback. Everyone' was reading them, me being everyone and I learned a lot about being a girl by reading them.
Next I threw myself into finding clothes for my new awakening. I still hadn't dressed up and gone out even after a couple of weeks of taking the concoction. Fortunately I didn't get sick except for some headaches on the fourth and fifth day. They worried me but I was on a mission. I was going to spend my life as a beautiful woman on earth. I would be young and pretty now but I would age with beauty too using a few magic tricks of cosmetology. One store I frequented early on was Sephora. They seemed to have everything I could want. Though over the few weeks since I started wearing makeup I found I was taking things from almost any store that carried cosmetics. As for my nails I decided right from the start no false nails. I learned how to do my toenails and fingernails but I must give the girls kudos who do their own nails especially toenails. I can't tell you how much time I spent learning how to sit, lean, move so as to get them looking perfect. And finding those foam things for between your toes were a godsend for letting them dry. Hey, I didn't need to go to work. There was no TV to watch and watching DVD movies on a battery operated device, while fun, still gave me plenty of time to fiddle with myself.
Even though I didn't have anyone to see or hear me I decided to learn to do the walk and I did the talk by using a battery powered DVD player with a feminization vocal coach helping me learn to accentuate the best female voice I could. During my wanderings around Atlanta I had found a three set volume of "Fundamentals of your Feminine Voice." But I was so busy I had put these aside in the beginning and didn't start my vocal learning sessions until nearly May.
Clothing was completely fun. I found I wanted to wear real sexy stuff and considered which places I had passed in the Mall where they sold the kind of clothes I wanted to wear. Obviously I broke into Victoria Secret. You already know that but another store I found simply wonderful was a store called Bebe. I picked up several outfits there including eveningwear. I found one very elegant restaurant where they still had a working generator automatically running that I loved. Actually there were several places that had gas-powered generators but I'm sure you're aware the food in the coolers had gone bad already. A few things lasted longer. My refrigerator was stocked with those items; long dated Greek yogurt, Butter, Eggs (I wondered how long eggs lasted and I finally did find out when I cracked one open and it smelled bad.
Anyhow, back to Bebe and my candle-lit restaurant. There were nights I would go there wearing a Ricki strapless dress. Hey the $159 dress was on sale everyday. Everyday was FREE day. Can you imagine? I bought a dozen in my size. I would sit at the table having fixed myself something like a can of tuna with mayo or a soup (from a can) I warmed on the gas stove (thank goodness for gas) pretending I was talking to someone. Funny part is I didn't think of a man as a MAN. You know the whole sexual thing but just as a date. I got some workout clothes from a store called Lululemon. I was having a blast.
But of course there were the times I missed people. And although I found being the girl I wanted to be liberating I also wanted to have someone to talk to and at times made me a bit depressed.
It was because of loneliness I decided to leave Atlanta. I packed up clothes for a trip to the Destin. Destin if you don't know it is a beach town on the gulf coast. Although I knew my idea was foolish I had over the past weeks thought about my sister living there and wondered if perhaps she was alive. Maybe my living was a genetic trait we shared. When you are all alone for over three months lots of wild thoughts begin to fill your head. Believe me my mind was swirling as I left Atlanta in a brand new SLS Mercedes Gull Wing I picked up from the dealership. The sticker price was $229,400 with all the extras. It was simply beautiful. Lush lipstick red outside and black velvet leather interior with carbon fiber everywhere. WOW! And I matched the whole car. I didn't even consider what my sister would think if I showed up and she was there. I had so gotten into my girly role I had almost forgotten I had a penis except when I peed. I would sit on the toilet like a girl with my 'clitty' between my legs and pee.
I was still lovin' Bebe so I was wearing a 'Sweetheart Poplin Dress', clip on earrings (no way I was going to try to puncher my ears, cute little necklace from Tiffany (now that glass was hard to break) and a pair of sandals from Jimmy Choo called Vamp. My lips and nails were Capri red. The perfume was some Chanel thing called 'Chance.' I liked the name. It was so the new me.
Shoes! Shoes! Shoes! I hadn't told you about all the shoes I bought (I like saying bought. You know FREE day. It's much nicer then thinking I just took them) because I never stopped finding a pair I liked. Every dress, skirt, shorts demanded a different pair of heels, wedges, sandals, flip-flops and everything in between.
I was careful about my speed on the highway because of all the wrecked cars in town but I found it easy going since the cars had careened off the road. My Capri Mercedes gurgled power and my gas tank was full. I knew I probably wouldn't be able to get gas at a fuel station since they probably didn't have a generator working. But I could always get another car. But this Mercedes was so 'ME.'
Also I had decided to spend the time listening to those CD's on feminizing my voice. This helped make the trip much easier.
The drive down took nearly nine hours. Normally it's about five and half-hours but there were some obstacles. Plants were blooming and I thought I saw a small animal run across the road but I was tired and it may have been a mirage.
When I arrived in Destin I drove to my sister's house but of course she wasn't there. I walked around her modest home a bit misty-eyed and nearly decided to stay there when my mind sparked the reminder I could stay anywhere I wanted. I found this incredible mansion on the beach. I kidded myself that I had reserved the house for the summer and I checked in.
So, I'm lying out in the warm late spring sun wearing a Victoria Secret beachy neon yellow lace bikini with lavender ties. I've been tanning for the past two weeks and the part of me you can see is Bahamian brown while underneath I'm so pale I'd call the color albino white. The clear turquoise water of the Gulf of Mexico dazzles my vision and the crystal white beach is incredible. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I've been here for over two weeks enjoying the sun. I've seen fish in the water but no matter how hard I've tried to catch them using a fishing pole I've been unsuccessful. I wonder about the life that's survived and why humans and other large mammals haven't? Why did I live?
The sun is so nice in the late afternoon. I don't worry about skin cancer but I don't sun in the middle of the day either since it would burn me. However, without air-conditioning it's damn hot and I haven't had ice. The sun is going down in the west and I've positioned the umbrella so in a little while I'll be in the shade. My thoughts drift to going north when I fall asleep.
Chapter 1 - The Rest of My Life
Waking up I have a feeling I'm not alone. My eyes open but there isn't anyone on the beach. Then I sense something behind me; something bigger then a cockroach. Slowly I turn my head and look up. It's a man.
"Hey beautiful,"
Those are the first sounds of another human being in six months. I'm startled. He's tall and muscular but I can't make out much because he is standing with the sun behind. He does seem to have a beard, I think. His voice is deep and resonates.
"Cat got your tongue sweetie," he says in a pleasant voice and continues, "I'm as surprised as you are I haven't seen another soul since January 12th."
Thinking quickly I answer in the voice pattern I've learned these past few weeks, "Wow I didn't think I'd ever see anyone again. Hi!"
I should have probably told him right away I was a guy but I was afraid to so I stayed in character. I didn't have much in the way of breasts but they had started to form and the top of the bikini gave a modest impression possibly. I'd seen girls who looked like me. Anyhow he didn't seem to notice so we started talking about things. I had never been the 'girl' with a man staring at me sensually but I knew he was. I found it so interesting the way he talked sitting on the edge of my beach lounger. A couple of times I caught him looking over my body but then he'd looked away. I was so self-conscious I was sure he could tell but realized he couldn't.
First I wasn't very big and the way the towel was over me (I had pulled it over) I had covered over the possibility of no breasts. But I knew I'd have to tell him soon. No way I could hide this.
Turns out his name was Eric and he was from Madison, Wisconsin. He'd driven on his motorcycle for the past three weeks and hadn't come across anyone. Eric said he'd have passed me by except for the beautiful Mercedes made him take a turn off the highway. My beach house was just off Hwy 91. Of course with the waves I hadn't heard his motorcycle but he said when he looked down the beach and saw my beach chair and my 'sexy legs.' Like he could tell from up there they were sexy? My brain sent my mouth a signal and I told him I was Pamela from Atlanta.
"Well Pamela what brings you to Destin," Eric asked. Now I could see his beard and his lips.
"Came down to see if my sister had survived."
"I guess since you are here pretty woman some people have but they must be far and between."
It was starting to get dark, Eric mentioned going back up to the house. What could I do? I got up and promised myself I'd tell him back at the house. But also I wasn't sure what his reaction would be. We walked back on the afternoon warm white sand to my beautiful beach casa.
"Beautiful home you have Pam."
I giggled a "Teehee, I have many homes." I couldn't believe I had giggled.
It was fun talking with someone and I didn't want it to stop but I also figured as soon as he learned I had a penis he'd scoot away on his motorcycle. Inside I had gone and gotten a lime green sheer cover-up and returned to find him at the bar.
"What'll you have Pam," Eric asked with the bar full of bottles behind him.
"A Mojito," I replied jokingly since we didn't have ice, limes, mint or whatever else went in them. "Rum and Coke. No ice please," I added after another giggle. I was acting so girly. The voice training seemed to have worked. Outside of a lower pitch I had found my feminine voice. As a man I was between a tenor and alto so I guess all the lessons from those CD's had taught me articulation, phrasing, pacing, fluency and many other attributes of a woman's voice.
Eric was handsome. He was over six feet tall; muscular with sandy hair, nice beard, big hands and a tattoo on his arm some of which was hidden by the white t-shirt he wore but I saw some talons.
We talked and talked about everything. I looked at him with feelings I wasn't sure about and we got drunk. Very drunk. I was sitting on the sofa and he was on a chair. Eric then got up and sat down beside me talking. You'd think I would have been a bit more perceptive but the alcohol had numbed my senses. Then he put his hand on my knee. Actually his hand surrounded my knee.
"Eric," I slurred, "there's something you need to know."
The bulge in Eric's pants was quite noticeable even though he was wearing a pair of jeans.
"i?I?.I," I stammered.
Words weren't coming to me but his hand was moving up onto my thigh.
I moved my hand onto his hand to stop him but at the same time he grasped my hand and started to lean closer.
"Eric?"
"Yes Pam?"
I looked in right in the eye and blurted out, "I have a secret."
"Yeah I figured."
"Figured what?"
"You're a pretend girl."
Suddenly a hot flash of embarrassment flowed over my cheeks and all I could say was, "I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry about Pam. You are who you are."
We talked a bit more about other things and headed off to bed.
I went to my room and got ready for nightie-night. Cleaned my makeup off and climbed under the sheet. A cool evening wind blew threw the screened window while I sobbed alone in bed. The hormones were doing their bit. I cried more often lately but this cry was unique. I wanted to be a girl for Eric but I also knew I wasn't. I drifted off into dreams.
Chapter 2 - Times They Are A Changin'
I'm not sure what time it was but I awakened while it was still dark with the warmth of someone cuddled up next to me. That someone was Eric of course.
"Listen Pam," Eric whispered in my ear, "I know neither of us are gay but the reality is we are the only two people and I can make this work if you can. Do you want to be my girl?"
I rolled over and looked at the shadow of Eric looking at me. He pulled me closer. I didn't resist. He put his arms around me and then he kissed me. His beard tickled at first but it felt good to be in someone's arms. Nothing mattered at this point. Good and Bad were known quantities and there was no one to judge this as being wrong. He kissed me a bit harder with his hands gliding over my body.
"You are so soft Pam."
That's when I realized he was naked. His penis touched me and his hands glided over my ass as his tongue entered my mouth. The feeling of being wanted, appreciated, pretty surrounded all my senses of right and wrong corralling them and closing the gate on the pseudo-morality of the world which no longer existed.
No words were spoken but I knew I was both nervous and excited. I also knew it would be wrong to leave Eric with a boner but I didn't think I should touch him with my hands and I certainly didn't want to be fucked. Never. Well, not yet.
So I did what any girl would do. I slithered down to his erection and hesitantly licked his cock. Precum was already oozing from his manhood and I surprised myself by licking it off. It didn't taste naughty. Nothing we were doing seemed naughty. I took him into my mouth as his hands surrounded my head and I made love to his cock with my tongue, my mouth, my body and my soul. His erection was magnificent as I rubbed his shaft back and forth through my lips feeling his warmth, his strength and his urge for satisfaction.
It didn't take long before his load was spurting into my mouth coating everything including my tonsils. Eric's strong hands held my head and I knew what he wanted: to leave his seed inside me. So I swallowed all his sperm down into the inner part of my body. I swallowed and then licked my tongue around my teeth. It didn't seem wrong it seemed ok. And as quickly as it had started it was over and his spent body relaxed. I stayed a bit and licked him clean and returned to my spot on my pillow. He fell asleep, as we lay spooned. Eric's hairy body rubbed against my smoothness. I lay awake for a bit with the taste of him in my mouth and his seed deep in my tummy. As much as I had thought of being a girl I had not thought of the sexual part much more then in passing. Now I had taken another step and there was no turning back. I fdrifted back into my dreams but those dreams were different now.
Chapter 3 - The Morning After
I woke up before Eric and crawled ever so silently out of bed. Looking at him peacefully sleeping I felt good. His sandy hair unkempt and his near perfect body was a turn on. I hoped he wouldn't run away when he awakened as I tiptoed to the bathroom.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in just my panties I lexamined my body. Although my breasts were very small the areola had started to form. If you hadn't known I had a penis you would have thought of me as an undeveloped teenage girl. Turning the shower on I removed my panties and saw my last vestige of manliness, a small penis and scrotum. Part of me wished it away and another part of me wished me to be a man. Confused I went into the shower with the warm water rolling over my nakedness.
Whoever had owned this house must have been a woman. There were so many features a woman would desire. The shower had a full-length fogless mirror and also a place I could place my foot so I could shave my legs. There was also a handshower with a long enough hose to rinse my hair or anything else I needed to reach. Of course all the shampoos, conditioners, lotions, razors etc. were of my own choosing. And I had chosen very feminine products. The pink Venus Vibrance razor was in. As I said before I had to shave my face everyday, twice a day and with Eric around I would be extremely careful about that.
My vanity was a small room attached to the bathroom and connected to both my closet and the hallway. I told you this is a beach mansion. The house is massive with media room, small flower garden, small pool, and limestone floors on the main level and several bedrooms.
I looked at the clock on my vanity. It was 7:30am nearly an hour later I was dressed in a spaghetti strap printed Lillie Sundress with fabulous sexy magenta canvas wedges. I wasn't happy with my red nail polish but I really didn't have time to be fussy this morning decide to use a different lipstick, it was called Popsicle which made me laugh as well as go with the whole look. I clipped on some nice white cloisonné earrings and a pretty beaded bracelet and I was off to the kitchen to make Eric and me breakfast.
A girl with a man I thought as I pulled out a new 10 pack of Kellogg's variety cereals and made some powdered skim milk using my Brita filter while the whole Viking kitchen beckoned for bacon and eggs but only boiled water on the stovetop for coffee. I had powdered creamer and sugar on the table. Amazing how many things were packaged and lasted. Next time you're in the supermarket look around and ask, "What would I take if there was no refrigeration?"
I nearly dropped the milk when Eric walked in. He was naked. His penis dangling down and his magnificent body oozed sensuality. The tattoo on his arm was definitely from when he was in the marines.
"Hey Pam, morning. Come over here," he said or did he command.
I walked over a bit sheepishly.
"Good Morning Eric."
Eric put his arm around my waist and pulled me a bit closer. I could tell he was getting a bit aroused. Perhaps the perfume or was it me?
"Pam, that was a great blowjob last night but we need some ground rules if we are going to hang together. First you must always be a girl. I don't want to see any boy parts."
Did that mean he wasn't going to touch me there? Also I was thinking about this 'hanging together' thing. I hadn't contemplated another person in my life and certainly not a man.
"Also Pam have you ever been fucked before?"
It was such a blunt sexual question but my answer must have come from somewhere out of my body as I answered meekly, "No."
"Well Pam I will want to fuck you at some point I'm sure. If you don't have any butt plugs I'll go get some later so your anus can learn the rigors of the road."
He sure talked funny, I thought.
"So if that's all good with you get me some coffee girl," he said in this friendly joking manner slapping me on my behind as I walked away.
My thoughts didn't take long since I knew if I didn't enjoy it I could always ask him to leave or I could leave. Anyone could get lost in a world of only two people. And so I got him coffee.
Chapter 4 - A Couple in Paradise
The days turned to weeks and I was a pretty happy girl. Eric knew a lot more then I did about many things. One day he went out and came back with a truck. On it was a refrigerator and a couple of dozen propane tanks. Turns out some of them run on propane. What a girl didn't know a man did. We had refrigeration, which meant we had ice. Eric was also quite the fisherman and our diet changed to fresh protein. He also scoured the land and found tomatoes growing as well as corn and other fresh fruits and vegetables. Life was good. I started walking around with a butt plug in me. Made me swish and sway even more. Eric liked that. But as exciting as that was something else was more exciting. One day Eric drove a large tanker truck to the house. He'd been fiddling with the generator and had managed to switch it over to run on diesel.
With a roar the house came to life. We had electricity, which meant we had air-conditioning, refrigeration and could watch DVD's. Life was good. And it was on this occasion after toasting open a chilled bottle of champagne my sexual revolution turned to a new setting. I had been giving Eric regular blowjobs. He was pretty virile. I'd swallow two to three loads a day. The blowjobs were when he wanted one and I had gotten into the habit of jerking myself off when I was either alone in the house or in the bathroom. I would think about sex with Eric, his confidence, swallowing his sperm and knowing eventually he was going to fuck me.
Often I'd wear something very sexy and tonight was no exception. I was wearing very sexy La Perla lingerie. Everything was black lace with pink ribbon accents. Also a garter belt, stockings and very high fuck me heels while we drank Champagne. Eric liked porno DVD's which we watched together.
"Tonight," Eric stated with a big smile.
I was ready. Or at least I thought I was. Eric had been pretty exact about what would happen and what he expected. He loved seeing me walk around with a butt plug and although I had one when he had asked before he had bought me several. The one I had in me was the largest yet. Did I tell you Eric was a good 8 inches of uncut meat? I was small and circumcised but he was uncut and big. He wanted me to learn how to deep throat and I tried but the gagging always made me end up stopping at about 5 inches. Eric didn't demand anything but he did expect me to keep trying. He encouraged me with, "good girl relax your throat."
When we talked about him having sex with me he had said he would plant his seed deep inside me and expected me to hold it there. And tonight my apprehension also turns to erotic thoughts. I had become a girl on my own months ago without ever thinking of another step but Eric had changed that. And even though I wore a butt plug regularly I still thought of myself as a virgin.
I went to the bathroom to remove the plug and also to add lubricant when I returned Eric was sitting naked on the leather couch.
"Hey lap dance me girl," he said.
This was something I had thought about but hadn't gotten to learn yet. I was going to go to a strip club and learn to pole dance. But I had been all girl for so long now I decided to give it a go.
So with the TV playing porn (which I couldn't see since I was facing Eric) I began to sway and dance. I had my clit (I called it that since Eric had instructed me too) tucked best I could and hoped it was hidden. Eric really had made a point of me only being a girl. I was grinding as he touched his dick and I watched it start to harden to his 8" of manhood. Did I mention he is 6'2" with dark brown eyes? His sandy hair had grown out and I had cut it a few times but not very successfully. A forest of pubic hair surrounded his cock. My little patch he had never seen. It was his way of only thinking of me as a woman, his woman.
Not too long after I had been lap dancing him he had me turn around. Now I was wearing thong panties and Eric's hands were all over my ass. He spanked me a few times. At first I was it made me jerk away but he liked doing it and I liked pleasing him. Also the heat in my ass felt pretty HOT.
Sliding the thong (well it was really just a piece of 'ass floss' as he called it) to the side Eric grabbed my hips and started to lower me down. When his cock touched my crack I shivered inside. This was the big moment as his cockhead was at the entrance of my hole. And it felt completely different then the latex plugs. It was alive reminding me of the movie 'Avatar' when Jake Sully tethers to the horse. I was the mare; he was the stallion.
Eric fucked me and although it hurt at first slowly the ride became easier. We fucked in every position. Me bent over the bed. Me riding his hardness as he lay on the bed. All the while my little clit wanting to be rubbed oozing pussy juice as he shot his load so deep in me it would never come out.
Over the next week we rode to town together. Eric had a surprise for me. He took me to an electrolysis place and told me he knew how to use the machine and also was a tattoo artist. It took about a week of pain and redness on my face but I never had to shave my face again. He also tattooed a rose on my inner thigh. That hurt too but it was a mark of my belonging to him.
Weeks of love making, pleasuring, swallowing his sperm as late summer turned to the beginning of September and I was a happy girl. We had been together nearly three months. He had always been kind. Oh, a spanking here or there but nothing unusual.
Then one night while we were sitting watching a movie, the lights in the house ablaze, we heard the sounds of many motorcycles getting louder.
(to be continued.)