Its Always the Same for Us Gurls Pt. 02

As I mentioned, you all know that the feeling you need 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. I am ashamed when I think about it.

How many men fucked me silly over those 2 years at Eidelweiss? I went to the Edelweiss once a week for two years, and that's 100 visits. I was often fucked by multiple guys. I told you in my first story that my record, which still stands today, was on a weekend when I sucked ten different cocks and six of them came in my mouth on and on the same night I fucked four other guys who each came inside me. So, if we average out two men fucking me like that each time I went to the club over two years, it's at least two hundred. Likely more.

It takes me back to that first time I had a complete makeover when I saw myself as a girl at last and, a sexy girl too, and I knew that men would now want to fuck me. Hell: maybe more importantly for us crossdressers, I would like to fuck me. It gives an entirely new meaning to the phrase "Go fuck yourself."

Oh, I did, baby girl, I really did.

I thought I was clever when after so much hot sex at the club, I tried to trick my wife into seeing a lover of hers cum in my mouth. I thought it would open the doors for a more honest and exciting sex life between us. All I can tell you is to be careful what you wish for.

That lover of hers was a regular of mine. I loved his cock, and he certainly got that job done on Sheila; my wife, remember she was only inches away when he pulled out of her. She saw me wipe the cum on my cheeks with my finger and lick it back into my mouth after her lover shot his load and buried his cock in my throat. I was sure she had bought the entire fake story. I was wrong.

When I got home from work the next evening, two of her girlfriends were already at our house, waiting for me.

Wifey sat me down hard in the living room. "Listen," she said, "I'm sure you thought that I knew nothing of your faggotry and your perversions; I'm sure you were convinced that you were much more clever than I was and that you had gone undiscovered for these past two years." She laughed a deep belly laugh that I had never heard before, and her two friends joined in the laughter.

I was discovered, I was caught, I had been found out. A sissy crossdresser's worst nightmare was happening right now. It was real, and I shrank from these women and felt myself turn a hot, bright crimson as I was shamed for my girlie ways in front of others for the first time. It was devastating, but now, looking back like this, I realize that at the same time as I was suffering this humiliation, my cock stirred a bit, and there were deep erotic overtones to that feeling I was having.

I knew in my heart that these three women were there to humiliate me and to peg me and say nasty shit to me, and, honestly, I felt a like I deserved it, but I was so shocked to see these women whom I have known for 6 years, my God - to see them like this! They are pillars of our small community, both of whom are in the Social League, and Melanie is a social leader. The last time I saw them was at a PTA meeting, both dressed in conservative outfits, hair pulled back and golf buttons on their blue blazers, and now they were laughing at me for being discovered as a crossdresser. I wanted to run.

I didn't take much to see that today; Melonie was in her favorite outfit. She was dressed like a dominatrix with that classic black leather look, a body suit with her ample bosom very exposed, thigh highs up to her pussy over her black boots. The stiletto heels looked like weapons.

Pauline was dressed like a 5-dollar whore; her panties were so tiny I could see that she was completely shaved and smooth -- it was hot - despite my circumstances. My wife was dressed in her clothes from her work at the Bank. It made a peculiar juxtaposition. I was confused.

Being abused and humiliated was never my thing. I admit I escalated my simple cross-dressing to an art form of femininity and extreme sexuality. I mean, I'm a handsome dude, but when my makeup is done and I have my strapless mini-dresses with my shoulders bare. The dress hiked up to my ass, legs sheathed in Capezio hose and four inch heels, baby, I'm a smoking hot slut, and I like to be fucked in public at the club; I like to suck cock in public at the club, and I am happier when I have more than two or three cocks to fuck me and to cum inside me or to cum in my mouth.

You see, it's that moment, its that very second when the cum flows in and over me from those lovely cocks, that I surrender completely to my feminine self. It's akin to watering a plant; the more you nurture it and encourage it, the bigger it grows.

The taste of cum down my throat will linger for me like a French perfume, and I have always had hours of erotic visions when I head home with that salty-sweet warmth in my memory and the back of my throat. I needed it so much that I would hope for three or even more guys to grab me and fuck me and cum in me. I would often make no effort to clean up after those fuckings, getting in my car or on the train and feeling that warm slippery feeling as the cum slowly leaked out of me on my way back to my suburban myth.

I was shocked out of my reveries and dreams of cum as my wife pushed me to my knees and told me to "shut up, and watch", she was still so angry with me. She removed her blouse and set loose those familiar tits with her pointed nipples, and although I did not suspect what was coming, she slipped out of her skirt and revealed her tiny pink panties and the garter and hose she had been wearing under her clothes all day. I wondered if she had a man that was fucking her there, visions of her sucking huge cocks in the vault ran through my mind in a mini second.

I started to speak, but she shut me down and spread her legs pulling those tiny panties aside so her pussy was in the open and pulsing wide, like an oven ready for the popovers. "Melonie," she called, and Melonie came right over and squatted next to me as if I wasn't even there. To my complete shock and awe, Melonie leaned forward and took my wife's pussy in her mouth and my wife leaned back and groaned with pleasure. What was this? What was going on?

I realized in a flash that this was not about me at all; it was the same lesson I had tried to teach my wife when her lover pulled his cock out of her pussy and shoved it, pulsing jets of cum into my mouth. The lesson was that I am not as important or as clever as I thought, and as she squirmed under Melanie's tongue lashing and the smell of wet hot pussy filled my head, I suddenly felt Pauline come up from behind and lock her arms around my neck.

I tried to stand, yelling at her, "Pauline, my God, what is wrong with you? What is going on here?" She put a leg under me as I tried to rise, and I fell back hard on the rug as she swirled around, her knees on my shoulder and her shaved pussy on my face. "If you try to move, I will scream, and all of us will testify that you came here to rape us -- you will probably love it in prison with all that cock to suck, now shut the fuck up." I shut the fuck up.

This suburban housewife I had seen so many times was completely unrecognizable, and I groaned as she dug her knees into my throat. She reached over me for my belt, and just as my wife moaned from the orgasm she was having from Melanie's, no doubt expert attention, to her clitoris, Melanie too turned to me, and between them, they stripped me naked like it was a drill they had practiced many times before.

They pushed our coffee table away to the middle of the room and helped my wife, Sheila, down on the floor next to me. I was buck naked, and my penis was flaccid and seemed so very tiny as I tried to lay still. Funny what things you remember.

Sheila, now naked, except for her garter and hose, slid herself up onto her knees, and with one smooth motion, Melanie mounted her from behind and slipped her strap on inside her. I heard a slushy-sucking noise as that thing was buried to the hilt, and Sheila turned and looked into my eyes as that cock was pumping inside her with Melonie making sounds like a wild animal as she worked it inside my wife. The smell of pussy was everywhere. I breathed it in through my nose.

"On your knees, Sissy", I heard Pauline's voice, and the tone was so firm and decisive I did not even resist. While Sheila was looking right into my eyes, Pauline fucked me with that strap-on right there with my wife seeing, hearing, and smelling me being used by this dangerous girl. I was in a state of panic and denial.

Involuntarily, I groaned with pleasure as the initial pain turned to that familier anal stretching I love so well. As I closed my eyes and surrendered to her and pushed back against her thrusting arching my back, my humiliation gave way to the pleasure of that monster fuck. Sheila and Melonie stood up and watched me being fucked like a dog on our beautiful living room floor, any one could see that I was in ecstasy. When my cock firmed and my cum shot so hard and far across the room that the girls just laughed and laughed. Pauline pulled out of me and stood up standing next to the other two calling me sissy slutty names and occasionally slapping me as my ass was beginning to shrink back to its normal size and my cock shriveled up inside me like a turtle. I lay helplessly naked, wondering how bad this was going to be.

I learned that my wife had known about me as "Lulu" all along, she told me that I had on several occasions had traces of lipstick in my underwear when she did the laundry, and that she had found tiny red panties balled up in my suit coat pockets. She had searched the house and found my stash of girlie things, and worst of all, she had had me followed. She knew where and when I was at the club the she used my name and said, "that's not all Lulu", and to my horror, she related that's one of my regulars who fucked me so beautifully was actually the basketball coach at our local college. He had informed her gleefully of all my dirty deeds.

She pointed to the rug behind the sofa, and there on the floor was my next outfit--she had found my favorites and laid them out for me to wear for whatever acts of depravity she had in mind for me. It was my school cheerleader outfit: a blue jumper with a short skirt attached, white thigh highs with a good rubber edge to keep them up without garters, my best blonde short wig, a pink scarf for my neck, and white strappy 4-inch heels.

My wife was "coming clean' with me; she needed to unburden herself by telling me in great detail, on and on about her sexual activities with the girls in town, the lesbian gang bangs, and some of the other cuckold husbands who thrived on humiliation and the ball players who the Coach would bring by some evenings to give a taste of the BBC to the girls and the boys too. She told me she had loved having sex with girls since college and that she had been fucked as much or more that I had in my times as Lulu.

She derisively said to me that I had never once asked her what might please her sexually and had instead, attended to my girlie desires selfishly for years now. She was right and I reeled as she geve told me of a gangbang she had organised recently and the eight local guys had fucked her, spit roased her and cum on her face and breats. She told me how she licked up the cum into her mouth, "Just like you Lulu" she said derisively. I had to hear about her being DP'd that night by the Coach and one of his ball players, and that Melonie and Pauline had held her when the players' BBC was almost too big for her to take. She told me that most of the village knew that I was a crossdresser and all laughed at me constantly behind my back.

Then she told me that this was just my initiation and that tonight would be the most depraved and humiliating sissy experience any crossdresser had ever had. "Now, go with Pauline and let her help prepare you," she said in her new and unquestionably authoritative voice. I was stunned, jealousy raged in me as I though of those black cocks fucking her, it was perhaps the greatest revelation of my life when I examined that jealousy and realised that I was only jeolous that it had not been me. I am so sick,

Pauline headed upstairs. I thought of running again, but I was naked and so embarrassed. What was I going to do - run into the street? So, I followed her meekly as she took me upstairs to a waiting bath. Her demeanor changed as she politely stripped herself out of her leathers and stood next to the tub; her muscular body had a sheen of sweat as she took my hand and gently helped me lower myself into the steaming hot water.

She became so kind and so solicitous to me. Telling me that I did not have to worry, that everybody has their secrets, and I was never hurting anyone, so if I felt like a sexy girl, so what, it was okay with her. I relaxed a bit, and she began to reach into the water with a bar of soap and lathered my body. She started at my feet, and by the time she had reached my knees, they were weak, and my cock was hard again; I felt embarrassed and shame washed over me but Melanie cooed to me and was so gentle that I became less alarmed.

I realized that she intended to shave me, and that realisation sent a rush of mixed emotions through me, utterly thrilled on one hand as I had never been able to shave my body before as I had always worked to maintain the lie that I was no sissy boy. Gently, she removed all of my leg hair and held up one of my legs, running her hands over its now clean and hairless shape. "Oh, look at those legs, you really are a sexy one, aren't you?" She cooed. She made me get on my knees, and I could feel that razor between my legs and around my ass as she gently removed every stitch of hair, she pulled gently on my balls so she could shave me there without a cut and I arched by back to give her better access. She laughed at me. She knew she had me now, and she was right, I loved it, I fuckin' loved it.

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 might be a good thing after all.

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 of what happened that night, I turn red just thinking about it again.