Its Always the Same for Us Gurls Pt. 03

As I mentioned, in part two, you all know that the feeling you need as a crossdressing sex bot might come from slipping a pair of nylon stockings over your legs, that tightness when you wear your satin panties for the first time, the air moving beneath your dress, or when you first see your legs in a pair of heels. For me, that "feeling" never went away.

As I mentioned in my last story entry here, a new way to amplify that girlie rush was imposed on me by my wife's friend Melanie who I now knew to be a Fem Dom and much more than the soccer Mom I had always thought her to be. Melanie had moved me upstairs to the bath for a total body shave right after she inflicted a bruising pegging on me downstairs and in front of my wife and her girlfriend Pauline - who I had just watched eat my wife's pussy with such skill and enthusiasm that I was shocked, not only to learn that my wife was bi-sexual but also, by the extreme skill she had demonstrated that caused my wife to squirt into her mouth as I watched her swallow everything she was given. Quite an afternoon, I dare say.

So that new girlie attraction, that blissful girlie rush, had been compounded by Melonie's gently shaving all of the hair on my body below my eyebrows. All of it. So that when I finally stood up, dripping naked, the shining baby smooth skin on my chest and arms and the soft feeling of my ass and those gorgeous smooth legs, On My God. I began to think this threatened humiliation with the Coach and his ball players might be a good thing after all. I love my smooth, sexy legs.

Melonie said, "Little Lulu. Now dry yourself off and go and do your makeup. Then you can get dressed because we have a few friends stopping by to see you tonight." I didn't say a thing, but a secret smile crept across my lips. I am so ashamed, I turned red just thinking about it again.

The girls downstairs had given me my cheerleader costume to wear -- in honor of the Coach and ball players, I assumed. I love my cheerleader outfit.

The top was a snug, sleeveless crop tunic, that hugged my corset-enhanced curves with bold school colors stitched across the chest in a playful arc. The fabric clung just enough to trace the shape of my body, dipping slightly at the neckline, teasing without revealing too much, but the soft, shaved skin on my belly glistened as I dressed.

My skirt sat low on my hips, pleated and short--just short enough to hint at secrets beneath each swish. Every movement sent it fluttering, a flash of my garter and thigh highs here, a peek of skin there. I could not stop looking at my legs - so smooth and feminine. Beneath the hem, the faint edge of my yellow silk panties peeked out, matching the colors of the tunic. The white sheened stockings framed my newly shaved legs -- offset in all by the crystal 5-inch heels I wore to 'slut the look up'. I put a ribbon in my hair (a Platinum blonde shoulder-length number with bangs just to the top of my eyes), and of course, the pompoms said it all: I'm not here to cheer them on - hell, I am the show!

My makeup needed finishing, so I went for a fire engine red lip color to punctuate the platinum blonde and paired it with a yellow eyeshadow to complement both the hair and my silk panties.

I started down the stairs and involuntarily my cock began to twitch with the anticipation of the unknown that waited for me. I made up my mind then and there not to act embarrassed or shy but to put on my best pro hooker mood and sashay into the room with confidence.

The room revealed itself as I slithered down the stair-well my cock now noticeable under the skirt. The room had filled up considerably since I had been taken upstairs. The three girls, including my wife Sheila, Melanie, and Pauline, were now accompanied by the largest Blackman I had ever seen -- The "Coach." This was the man who had been fucking my wife for months and my first view of him was in my own house while fully dressed in the girlish clothing the girls had made me put on. It was a confusing moment -- a rush of male jealousy came over me when I thought of this man fucking Sheila behind my back. Still, it was mixed equally with the stark realization that he knew full and well that I had been fucking his friend and 100's of other guys at the Edelweiss Club these past two years. My moral outrage mixed nicely with my hypocrisy, and I quickly surrendered to the girl inside.

Next to the coach were two college basketball players, each one taller than the next, both in their twenties and looking too old to still be on a college team. The were clearly ringers held back by Coach to strengthen his roster. They grinned at me like hungry cats.

No one said a word until I reached the living room and walked hesitantly toward them. My wife Sheila stepped forward first and kissed me deeply on the lips and said, "Hello Lulu." They all laughed, and I burned with shame despite my determination not to let my emotions show.

"Come and meet the boys," she said and reached down to my silk panties grabbed my cock and pulled me over towards the three men standing on the edge of the room. "Boys, meet Lulu, she is here to entertain this evening." Without a word, the two boys came around me, and their hands suddenly were everywhere. On my bottom and another large hand working his fingers into my shaved and powdered ass.

I raised my head to object, and as I did, Hector, the largest of the two, leaned in and kissed me deeply. Naturally my instinct was to pull away, but he was so strong, and his tongue so deep that despite myself there was no chance of real escape- he worked his deep kisses on me and in seconds I surrendered completely, relaxing into his kiss as he put his arms around me and pulled me away from the others.

He was kissing me like he had been my lover for years. It was beautiful. I melted into that kiss, returning it with passion as the girls and the rest of the crew murmured their approval. I forgot all of them and by instinct and years of experience I moved my hand over his pants to feel his cock growing larger by the second. It was a big cock. Bigger than I had ever had, and it filled me with a lust previously unknown. Strangely, it was romantic too; the kisses were so real, filled with passion and love, and not aggressive or dirty.

He was making love to me, and my blood ran hot with this new experience. Suddenly I filled with a kind of affection almost more than that, it is hard to describe but, as he effortlessly picked me up and placed me on the sofa I had never been so hungry in my life. I sat up and we began to undress each other frantically, having almost completely forgotten about the audience -- we rushed to feel our naked skin against each other, kissing and moaning deeply all the while. When he stood in front of me naked his coffee skin was so smooth I ran my hands over his hard belly and down his legs and leaned forward as he arched enough to get his cock inside my mouth. It was dry and warm and not too hard -- just the way I like it. I swallowed all of him and he groaned in pleasure as I moved my tongue over him and sucked it with all my years of skill-- but it was our kissing that had turned us both on and quickly we resumed making out and holding each other.

It seemed like in seconds, I had my legs in the air, Hector's arm helping keep them backward as he lowered himself inside of me. I gasped in astonishment and pleasure as we began to move together in total accord, my legs now wrapped around him, my back arched up to capture every inch, and our lips and mouths pressed together in a long and lingering French kiss. He fucked me deeply and slowly - no pounding or slam bam thank you man -- this was the real deal I had dreamed of forever. He and I were in ecstasy together, bound in perfect slow erotic rhythm as he moved in and out of me, and I rocked to his motion, always deeply kissing him and being kissed.

Time was a blur, and it wasn't long before I knew he was going to cum. Usually I would pull back and get on my knees as so many guys like to finish in my mouth, but this time I held him closer and I remember whispering in his ear, "Cum inside me baby." And oh man, did he. I could actually feel the jets of his cum up inside my mid-section a glowing warmth that spread as he pushed into me to finish.

We broke apart, and he sat up with a look of surprise, and I returned that look. We held our gaze for a few seconds, and without a word he came back to kiss me again and I moved so he could slip his cock in me once more. He fucked me harder this time. The passion of our union had been unleashed, and we were free to show it. It was so fuckin hot.

When we stopped again, we actually kissed gently and lovingly. When we both sat back in quiet amazement at that unexpected encounter, all the others in the room began to hoot and applaud. I had forgotten about them, and both Hector and I shared a slightly embarrassed smile as we acknowledged what had just happened between us. I bent down to put my garter and hose back on and to straighten up the fluffy lipstick-covered mess I had become.

My wife Sheila broke the awed silence, "Well. That seals it. Lulu is for real a nasty little girl. "You know, Hun," she said to me, "I like Lulu much better than that geek I have been married to all this time." Laughter all around.

The boys teased Hector a bit and he was a good sport about it as the girls all gathered around me and told me how hot that fucking had been.

This was a breakthrough for me. For the first time, I had been acknowledged as one of the girls, really one of them. They pulled me into their circle as the men gathered without me. The realization sent me spinning - was this good, or had I crossed the Rubicon never to go back? What would happen to the guy I needed to be at work? What did this mean? For me, my crossdressing had just been a fetish and a way to get men to fuck me to indulge my sex addiction when I thought I was married to a frigid woman -- I never expected to have these feelings or to be so confronted and out front about my girlish nature.

The Coach moved across the room to Sheila, my loving wife, and with a giggle, she went to him, and they kissed. That jealousy came back, and all other thoughts retreated, but Melanie and Pauline came behind me and kissed me on either ear, sliding their hands under my short little skirt. I was hard in seconds as I had not even cum when Hector fucked me so beautifully -- and so - my attention turned to these two women as Pauline dropped to her knees and swallowed my swollen cock and Melanie lubed her hands and reached deep up inside my ass.

The jealously lingered in the background as I could near my wife being fucked on the rug by the Coach and the room filled with the scent of hot pussy but my attention was elsewhere as the girls worked me like a puppet and then the two ball players began to undress in front of me.

I knew what was coming. I can't wait to tell you. Here is a hint. Have you ever been caught having sex in public while dressed like a girl?