Caught Again – A Quick Story Pt. 04

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I apoiogize for taking so long to get back to this series. Sometimes life gets in the way of great art.

Caught Again -- A Quick Story Part 04

So I've been telling you about my neighbors, about how they've caught me dressed in my pretty things, and how they've, well, taken advantage of me isn't the right way to describe it, because I've been a very willing participant. Really, what they've done is drawn me out, opened up a space for me to experience all the facets of my particular kink. What I thought was my deep dark secret has turned out to be something certain other people appreciate and enjoy.

Each of these little adventures had been quite impromptu, as a friend of mine used to say when we were teens, "sperm of the moment" encounters. Call it luck, fate, or whatever you please, but somehow this keeps happening to me.

I'll open this chapter near the end of the story. I was wearing a black lace babydoll with matching thong panties and thigh-high stockings lying on my back with my legs up high, my butt raised on a pillow. On top of me in reverse was Pat, a perfect gender-ambiguous name for a gender-ambiguous person. His tasty 8" cock was in my mouth, hard and hot, pumping in and out. My thong had been pulled aside, and he was sucking on my shaved balls and fucking my ass with my 8" dildo.

How's that for an opening? Hold that thought. We have to go back a ways in time to see how this came about. It's another situation in which I was caught.

It was just another day when I was minding my own business. I was out running a few errands on a sunny afternoon. It was a little cool, so I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a light jacket. I'd been in a playful mood when I dressed, so underneath those decidedly male accoutrements I'd put on pink satin panties and a matching bralette. I loved the way the satin felt against my nipples and the touch of the bralette straps on my shoulders. With every step the satin panties caressed my genitals, producing a constant tingle there.

I was standing at a street corner waiting for the light to change. My attention was drawn by a pretty young girl waiting near me and I was occupied by trying to take in as much of her beauty as possible without staring. Suddenly a man on the other side of me grabbed my around my chest and pulled me backwards. I fell to my back, barely avoiding smashing my head on the concrete. At the same time I heard a roar close by and felt a tremendous pain in my left ankle.

I lay there, getting my breath back and looking around. There was a motorcycle lying on my left foot, a dazed looking kid in a helmet standing on the other side of it.

"Dude, you almost got run over," the man who pulled me backwards told me. I looked up into the face of the young lovely I'd been ogling, who was asking if I was okay. The motorcycle kid was all apologies. Apparently he'd lost control as he swerved to avoid a car that changed lanes on him.

With the man's help, he righted his bike. My left foot and ankle seemed to be in the right position, but in a great deal of pain. Then they lifted me to my feet. I wasn't so out of it that I didn't notice how good the girl's tits felt against my arm, but once on my feet I was unable to put any weight on my ankle. It just hurt too much.

I wanted to hobble away and get back to my errands, but it just hurt too much. Well, you probably know the drill from there -- 911, police, statements, ambulance, and in about an hour I was once again flat on my back, in a hospital ER.

You have to be bleeding heavily to be seen immediately in the ER, so I settled in to wait. They wouldn't give me anything for the pain yet, but a male nurse elevated my leg and put an ice pack on it. A doctor finally came in and wiggled my ankle enough to produce teeth-clenching groans, then told me they'd be doing some x-rays and left.

The male nurse hung around a minute to deal with the paperwork and make sure I was comfortable. He couldn't allow me anything to drink, in case I needed surgery. He got all my personal and insurance information, and I told him what had happened to me. My gaydar was beeping louder as the conversation went on.

I was a little concerned about what I was wearing, and I decided he was enough of a fellow traveler to be trusted.

"Do you have bandage scissors handy?" I asked.

"I can get a pair, what do you need them for?" he answered.

"It's a little embarassing," I said, "but I get the feeling you're someone I can trust. I'd rather not have these be part of the hospital record." With that I pulled my t-shirt up enough to expose the bottom edge of my bralette.

He smiled at me. "I understand, and that's very pretty. Do the bottoms match?"

I nodded.

"Nice," he said, smiling even more. "I don't think we'll have to remove your clothing, but if we do I'll make sure no one sees those. They're so nice, I'd hate to have to cut them. My name is Pat, by the way."

"You can call me J. J., and thanks very much," I said.

He leaned in and put his hand on my shoulder, and I knew he could feel the bra strap there. "It'll be okay," he said, "and I'm very glad to meet you."

It took a couple of hours to go through all the medical machinery. X-rays showed nothing more than a bone bruise and a bad sprain to my ankle. Pat had been right -- they didn't have to remove any of my clothing for the X-rays and exams, and so no one in the hospital knew my secret -- except Pat.

He came back into the room after the doctors were done and went through my release intructions. There was a prescription for pain pills, and he told me of a nearby second-hand store that always had a supply of crutches and canes if I needed them. I was to check in with my own doctor for a follow-up after a week.

I was still lying on the ER bed. Pat took my ankle and wrapped it in an elastic bandage for temporary support. Then he looked around at the door for a moment, listening. Turning back to me, he gave me the devilish little grin that I would become familiar with in time.

"There's one more thing I need to check," he said. Using his body to shield us from the door, he quickly unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans, revealing my pink satin panties.

"Oh, those are lovely," he said, his voice dropping to almost a low moan. He slid a hand in, caressing my cock through the slippery fabric. "They must feel great when someone does this."

He kept on, playing with my cock for a few moments as it got harder and harder. Then he seemed to realize the risk he was taking. Quickly putting my pants and belt right, he became once more the professional nurse. That didn't mean he couldn't flirt.

"I definitely notice some swelling there," he said. "If that continues, you'll want to contact a medical professional, like me, for relief. I'm writing my number down here on your instructions, in case I can be of help. Now, let me go get a wheelchair and I'll take you out to the exit."

Caught again, I thought. But Pat seemed very nice and very interested. This could be the beginning of a great friendship.

He returned within minutes with the wheelchair, then helped me off the bed. I slowly put weight on my left foot, and almost fell from the pain. He helped me into the wheelchair.

"Where's your car?" he asked, and we discussed how I'd get home.

"You'll never make it walking," he said, "but I'm due for my lunch break, so I'll drive you to it."

Leaving me at the exit door, he went for his car, then pulled up and helped me in.

As soon as he was in and the doors were closed, he said, "I really love guys in lingerie. I hope I get to see you again."

We looked at each other for a moment, and I just smiled and nodded. As he pulled out of the parking lot onto the street I reached softly across his thigh and down into the valley to find his cock. It was laying along his right leg, and it seemed like a really good size. It swelled as I kneaded it with my fingers. We talked about where we each lived, and how we might get together.

Pat was really sweet. He drove to the store he had mentioned. I insisted on giving him money, and he came back in a few minutes with a new-looking pair of crutches and a cane. Then we drove to my car, where he adjusted the crutches to the right length and helped me get in. As he stood up next to my door I reached out and grabbed his cock again. I really wanted to suck him right there, but the space was too public.

He leaned down again and looked at me. That devilish smile came back and he said, "Stay in touch, sweetie. By the way, I like black lace." Then he closed the door and stood as I started my car and moved off. I looked in the rearview mirror, and he was there waving.

Within 24 hours he was in my bed and I was exploring his wonderful staff. I was dressed in black lace as he'd requested. He was very careful to avoid moving my ankle, but he was quite happy to exercise my mouth. That first time I sucked him to climax and swallowed every drop of his cum. Pat was serious about keeping a healthy diet, and his cum tasted wonderful. We rested on my bed for a while discussing my injury. I couldn't resist, and began stroking his cock to another erection. I offered him my ass, but he was afraid the motions would strain my ankle. Then he suggested he fuck my mouth instead.

Using my one good leg, I maneuvered my body around until my head hung over the side. Pat got out of bed and slid his cock into my mouth. In only a few strokes I had him in my throat. I reached out to hold his hips and control the motions, and fucked my throat with his big cock. When he was ready to cum he held my head and pushed all the way into my throat. His balls rested on my nose as his cock swelled again and again, depositing his load deep down in me.

That had been two years ago. We'd repeated similar scenes several times since the first. It took a few weeks for my ankle to heal, and my big-cocked nurse checked in with me often. I shopped online to add some variety to my black lace lingerie collection, mixing and matching pieces so each visit was a surprise.

I met a few of his friends, and I'd become intimate as well with one, a female nurse named Joy he sometimes played with. She liked me in lingerie as well.

And that brings us back to where we started. Pat's dick was in my mouth while he nuzzled my balls and fucked me with one of my dildos (remember?)

What I didn't mention earlier is that Joy was there too. She was naked, just laying alongside our 69 sticking her hands and mouth in wherever they seemed to be needed.

"God, your throat is wonderful!" Pat said as I took him deep once more.

"You're going to have to teach me how to do that, JJ," Joy added. "I just can't get my throat to open that wide."

My mouth was too full to answer, so I just gave her a thumb's up and a grunt. She grabbed the hand I'd signalled with and pulled it to her crotch, spreading her legs and pressing my fingers against her bare cunt. She was wet with feminine juices and male cum, and I easily slid two fingers deep inside her, reaching deep while pressing my thumb against her clit.

Joy moaned softly as I fingered her pussy. Reaching down under my leg, she took hold of the dildo in my ass. Pat handed over control of that toy to her and raised up on his hands, working his hips to fuck my mouth. Joy fucked me slow and deep with the big dildo, pushing every inch inside me.

We were just a mound of flesh, writhing in our individual and collective pleasure. Having two big cocks in me, I was getting more than my share. I could feel Pat was getting close, and beside me Joy's hips were bucking against my fingers. I figured it was time for a change for the final climax. I pushed on Pat's hips, taking him out of my mouth. My suggestion only took a few words, and brought smiles from my playmates.

Joy grabbed a clean dildo from the small group of toys we'd brought to bed. Pat moved around to my other end, taking out the 8" dildo there and setting it aside. Then I felt Pat's cock slide into me. There's an amazing amount of difference between a toy and a real-life, fleshy, body-hot cock. I was so well-lubed that Pat slid all the way in with one stroke. He stayed there, luxuriating in the feel of my ass. I squeezed and released him a few times with my sphincter muscles, and he moaned in pleasure.

Handing me the dildo, Joy crouched over my head and lowered her nethers against my mouth. Starting at her clit, I ran my tongue down between her labia and all the way to her asshole, lingering and licking there, then moving back to press my tongue inside her cunt.

Pat's cock began to move inside my ass. Grabbing my thighs, he folded me almost in half and fucked me with long, strong, deep strokes. Joy moaned softly as she settled her cunt onto my mouth. I could hear her softly saying, "Eat me, eat me," Then her mouth found my cock and started sucking.

I wanted so badly to push my hips up and fuck Joy's wonderful mouth, but Pat's grip on my thighs as he fucked my ass made that impossible. I let them have their way with everything below my waist and concentrated on everything below Joy's waist.

I still had the dildo she'd given me. There was lots of lube from all of us in her cunt, and that dry rod had no problem prying it's way deep inside her. I took her clit into my mouth, sucking hard on it as I fucked her with the fake cock. Her moans rose and fell as I did.

Down at my bottom, Pat began picking up speed. We'd been playing for a couple of hours -- this was round three -- and I knew each of us had one good cum left in our loins.

I drove the dildo deep into Joy's cunt, moving it side to side and stabbing with short hard strokes. By coincidence, Pat started doing the same to me, drilling my ass hard. My cock was like stone in Joy's mouth. She grabbed hold of my balls, gently squeezing and kneading them, pressing against my perineum, then moving her fingers down to ring Pat's cock and stimulate my asshole as he drove deep into me.

Pat sped up more, driving into my asshole, getting close to cumming again. His strong hands held my thong panties, using them to pull my ass against his pounding thrusts.

Then Joy started to cum first. For one final surprise, I pulled the dildo out of her pussy. I wrapped my arm around her ass to hold her against my face. The dildo was wet and sloppy and perfectly lubed with our juices, and I had no problem driving it deep in her ass.

"OhmyGod, OhmyGod!" she screamed. "Yes, YES, I'm cumming." Her hips rocked, but I held her tight, my arm aound her hips and her clit between my teeth. I bit gently down on it, and her juices squirted out, drenching my lower face. Her hips trembled and writhed as I fucked her ass deep with the toy.

She quickly recovered enough to drive her mouth down on my cock again as Pat continued pounding into me. I felt my balls start to pull in tight as I reached my own orgasm. My asshole squeezed Pat's big cock as I started to cum in Joy's mouth, and that was more than Pat could stand. He slammed into me one more time, and I felt his cock swell and distend as he filled my ass with his load.

Joy rose up, her mouth filled with my cum. As Pat pumped one last spurt into me, he bent over, sharing a cum-kiss with Joy. Both of them moaned softly. I'm sure I did too, but I was too far into the feelings of the little head to notice.

It took Joy's orgasm a few minutes to finish. I rotated the dildo in her ass and licked the inside of her sopping pussy as her tremors subsided. As long as I worked on her, Pat stayed in my ass. I could feel him slowly softening, as my cock did the same. Finishing their kiss, Joy licked the remaining sperm from my cock, cleaning it thoroughly.

Finally Pat withdrew and padded off to the bathroom to clean himself. I took the opportunity to run to the kitchen for drinks for all of us. When I returned, Pat tossed me a hand towel to clean myself up. He and Joy lay back on the bed, and I handed them their drinks.

We expressed our enjoyment of each others' bodies and skills.

Then Pat looked at me and said, "How's that ankle doing?"