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from our very pervy minds and generous hearts to you, the always horny and voracious connoisseur of trannie erotica, in the hope that it will provide you with the same kind of pleasure while reading about our kinky and sordid imaginary world that it gave us in writing it. We know how much you need to feel the bliss of release and we have tried to craft a story that will provide you with as many peaks of pleasure as we could possibly pack into this little offering. Please let us know if we have succeeded. We want to know that you were happy with our efforts. Your feedback will bring us our pleasure. Please feel free to send this story to any other website you want to. However, our only request is that you attribute it to us and include this preamble. Kisses! Marcia & Dani Chapter One Whenever he stepped out of the UN's Geneva headquarters and looked down the sloping hill and across Lac Leman to the jet d'eau that spurted 200 feet into the air, 42 year old Mark Kensington had to suppress a shiver. He could never look at it without sly little wanton images of other objects spurting other fluids crossing his mind. They in turn would always trigger an immediately and overwhelming craving to satisfy his deepest, most intimate needs. Try as he might to think of other things, if his schedule prevented him from acting on those needs immediately, it was almost impossible to think of anything except the demands of his own pleasures and he would invariably find himself dwelling on and luxuriating in his anticipation of things to come. That anticipation made his mind race and his pulse quicken. All he could see were the vivid sexual images that raced through his mind's eye bringing him immense pleasure and never failing to open the cum-slicked floodgates of his own private erotic world. Glancing again at the jet d'eau, he realized today was no different and as he walked down the path to his car he found he needed to slip his hand into his pants pocket to rearrange his hardening cock. "God this is a beautiful city," he thought to himself. "I always wait too long each winter to get back here. What a perfect place to conduct business." There were many reasons Mark had chosen Geneva as his European base of operations. Besides its spectacular setting, its elegantly maintained city center, its sedate but frighteningly expensive apartments, homes and villas, and its worldly, international population, it was a city full of some of the most powerful people on earth. Entrepreneurs, bankers, and politicians all called Geneva home, and some of them sought what only Mark could provide. These were people with diplomatic immunity who needed and paid huge sums of money for the shady arms trade services Mark brought to them. That needy client base combined with its long history of banking secrecy were two lures that made Geneva irresistible. But those were merely the business-related reasons why he loved Geneva. It was perhaps the other, more personal and private reasons that really sealed his decision to buy a condo and run his European operations here. Living in Geneva provided many more opportunities to be of service to his wealthy and powerful clients than if he were located elsewhere and it allowed him access - easy access - to the kink and cum so many of them needed. Mark loved providing special services to his needier clients and he knew just where to find the sweet young things that earned him undying loyalty. Mark had discovered within the first week of his first visit that Geneva was a treasure trove of delight for those whose tastes ran to the exotic and whose income could afford to indulge those tastes. What a delicious irony that in a city which won't allow anyone under seven to see a Walt Disney movie, whose Calvinist prudery and police state authority is so strong that all evidence of vice and deviancy is stamped out and denied by the authorities, there would thrive a world or perversity and licentiousness the size and types of which would shock the entire world. Mark often wondered if that same prudery spawned all of this forbidden perversity. He thought about that often. Regardless, it was certainly the lack of normal nightspots in town where one usually finds the services Mark needed that created the open brazenness of the cute young things Mark kept returning to. It was a gorgeous day, sunny and warm, without a hint of the harshness of winter that had just departed. The late afternoon sun was about to slip below the horizon of the Saleve and there was a light breeze coming off the lake. Spring seemed to have come late this year, though Mark had only heard about it since he had just returned to the city from his winter home in Dominica. Thinking about Dominica sent a pulse of electricity down his spine and heightened Mark's sense of need, triggered by images of what he'd left behind on the island. He felt an increasing urgency building within that he knew could only be slackened physically. It was this urgency, coupled with a rising anger that made him quicken his pace back to his car. "Damn those fucking, uptight, Gestapo-like Swiss immigration officials! No wonder people call Switzerland the tightest police state in the world. Why I can't bring cute little Michelle-Aline back here with me is damnable. I would vouch for her personally and even post a large bond insuring that she would leave with me when I did. They'd know exactly where to find me if necessary. I need a housekeeper here, she knows my quirks and habits, there's no way I could ever find anyone here in Geneva willing to be a live-in housekeeper who has her charms and her tastes," Mark thought to himself. On the other hand he was on his way now to find a surrogate he hoped. He knew it was a little early in the afternoon but he was sure there were a few who would be there waiting to please men like him who couldn't last until dark. Just the thought of Michelle and her special charms had made his blood course and thicken his already hardening cock. Sure he could find acceptable housekeepers here in Geneva; common, conventional women who would work for the exorbitant fees that were the going rate for trained Swiss housekeepers now. But, Mark wasn't interested in anything common or conventional. His interests in fact, were decidedly uncommon. Being a wealthy bachelor with a man's needs was not uncommon. Nor was it uncommon for a man like him to want a live-in housekeeper who could service those needs on a regular basis. What was uncommon was the nature of his needs; needs that were formed within him from his earliest experiences. Mark Kensington had grown up the only child of a formerly wealthy aristocratic British family who lived on their gently decaying family estate south of London. The deteriorating finances of the family went largely unnoticed by Mark as he, like so many of his contemporaries in aristocratic England, had been shipped off to boarding school at the age of seven. He only spent two weeks with his parents at Christmas and a few weeks before and after camp during the summer holidays at home. Mark never really knew his parents and he certainly didn't have a boy's normally close relationship with his mother. Even when he was at home, he was conveniently ignored by both his parents who were each interested in pursuing their own agendas rather than pay the slightest attention to him. Sara Kensington gave birth to Mark, or Markie as she called him, to satisfy the need for an heir, nothing more. In her mind, children would interfere with her beauty, destroy her figure, and give her cause for worry, when all she wanted was to control her husband and whatever wealth he still had. She knew exactly what she wanted and a baby boy under foot was not part of her plans. Mark's father Alex was so remote and distant that Mark had no idea what he thought about, if anything at all. So after Mark's birth, no other children would be tolerated. Little Markie was given to a nanny to nurse and be kept out of sight. In fact, most days he didn't see either of his parents except at dinnertime or occasionally to give them a goodnight kiss just before bed. The only thing he really knew about his mother was that he and nanny had to follow her very strict rules regarding every aspect of his upbringing from play time to dress or face severe punishment. As for her husband, Alex, he was exactly what she had wanted since she had set her sights on acquiring the wealth and prestige and lifestyle of being an aristocrat. He was seven years younger than she was when they married; just after they met at a peculiar kind of party in London. She reveled in her power over this simpering, submissive weakling; the kind so many aristocratic boys seemed to turn into when they came of age and entered the world after emerging from the gayboy sordidness of British Public Schools. Thank God he wasn't at all interested in her reproductive abilities. He had fallen under her control easily as she wielded her spectacular beauty, her peculiar sense of personal fashion and style and her commanding power that radiated from her like the beads of sweat that poured out of him whenever he was in her presence. Until he went off to school, young Markie wasn't aware of what he missed in terms of friendship, as the only kids he played with were the servant's children and even these were never really very friendly as they were told to stay away unless they wanted Mistress to beat them. So Markie had learned at school what so many other sons of the aristocracy had learned before him: there were others who understood what his life was like. The closeness he felt with them was the only consolation and compensation for the lack of love he received at home. He was especially happy when the older boys seemed to take a liking to him and wanting to please them made him remember the kinds of things he had seen his parents do that seemed to make older people happy. The need for love and security is strong and those needs ran particularly strong in him. But it was only through some very special privileges he earned at school from the masters that allowed him to be with his older friends. The schoolmasters at his particular school were not stupid and they made sure that the primary school age boys were kept well away from the older boys most of the time. They slept in well-chaperoned rooms on the other side of campus, far away from the older boys. Luckily for Mark and a few of his closest friends, there were dorm masters who helped the neediest of the boys satisfy their craving for adult affection. Mark was an extremely bright child who noticed everything both at home and at school and he wasn't shy in using whatever lessons he had taken in. His ability to overhear conversations or detect unspoken cues that he wasn't meant to hear or see was uncanny. And by the time he went off to school he had heard and seen things at home that young boys shouldn't normally know a thing about until they were much, much older, if at all. The first inkling he had that grownups do some very special things to make themselves happy came the week before he was sent away to school. One late summer night, a few days after his return from camp, he was awakened by some odd and peculiar sounds coming out of his parent's hallway. Not knowing what to think he remained in bed listening to what seemed like low moans punctuated by the sharp crack of something snapping. He also heard the muffled sound of his mother's voice raised in anger. Although his mother had often warned him that he was NEVER to enter their hallway or rooms without her express permission, he couldn't help but be curious about what might be taking place. He slipped out of bed and pulled the hem of his pink satin nightgown down around his smooth white bottom to the top of his thighs, slid his feet into his soft pink slippers and pulled on his long sleeved, black silk dressing gown. He opened his door as quietly as he could and tiptoed his way to the entrance of his parent's hallway where he stopped and listened. Now his mother's voice was clearer and he could make out words like "weak" and "queer" and "your sick needs" and "disgusting sexual hunger" and "Mommy knows what her little baby boys and girls need, doesn't she?" and then there was that strange cracking snap again and more low moaning. Markie was shocked and wondered whom she might be talking to since clearly she wasn't speaking to him. Did she have other sons he didn't know about? Did he have brothers? And who in the world were "her girls"? And was that the sound of a spanking? He got onto his hands and knees and crawled down to their bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. Craning his neck around the edge to see through the open slot, his breath caught in his throat and he almost let out a terrified little yelp at what he saw. Standing facing away him was his mother. Only she was dressed in a manner he had never seen before. Normally, she spent her days in London shopping at the most expensive high-fashion shops in town with other perfectly turned out women and she almost always wore very high, fashionable heels with stockings and the latest designer dresses or skirt and sweater or blouse ensembles. Her long ash blonde hair was usually down in a cute, longish bob cut with long bangs and she always had a regal and dignified air about her. But the woman who was standing with her legs apart and her back to him was dressed in a bizarre black and red outfit that looked so shiny Markie thought it was made from black metal. Her hair was pulled back into the tightest bun he'd ever seen with her ears encrusted with multiple piercings and on her head she wore the shiniest, highest peaked hat with a black patent visor. As she turned her head momentarily he caught sight of two lightning bolt-like emblems sewn on to the front of the cap on a yellow shield. On her legs were shiny black boots with red highlights that came to mid-thigh. They were laced up the back from the 6" red spike heel to the red cuff at the top and he could see a black stocking-covered leg in the gap. The laces looked like they were made from red silk and the ends had red tassels that hung down almost to the knee. Each of her sheer black stockings was held up by six frilly, lace-covered thin straps that hung down from her shiny black top. Markie wasn't exactly sure, but he thought he remembered seeing her in things almost like this at other times during his youth, only in softer, more feminine fabrics while she let him watch her dress and he thought she called them corsets. Anyway, to him it looked like this one was way too small for her because it looked like it was really, really tight. In fact it looked way too tightly held together. In the back there were red silk laces that also had red tassels and he could see the bare skin of her back bulging out from between the laces. When she turned sideways her titties didn't even fit inside the garment. It looked more like they were pushed way up high and were resting on a kind of shelf. The top edge around her back and under her tits, along with the bottom edge that ended just above her soft round white bottom, were fringed in a bright red lacy frilly ruffle. Little Markie was fascinated by how deep and dark the crack was that went down her ass and how big and dark the thingies were at the tips of her tits. The tips looked like they were really long, fat pencil eraser kinds of things like the ones he drew pictures with in the family room. He thought he saw drops of white liquid dripping from the tips of her titties down onto and wetting the shiny black material of the corset. She had on an armband on her upper arm in shiny black leather that had a red circle and some black lines on it that looked like what the Germans had on their flag during WWII. Running from her hands to her elbows were skin tight shiny black gloves and she held a big heavy leather stick thing with little 6" strands of leather at the end. But it was her hair and face that really both scared him and fascinated him. How did she make her hair look so tight and shiny and how could she make her lips look so big and dark? They looked wet and red to the point he thought she must have blood in her mouth. And her eyes had the longest black eyelashes he had ever seen on anyone. That seemed really strange since she didn't have eyelashes like that during the day. Her eyebrows were dark thin arches and all around her eyes she had really pretty reddish colored eye-shadow and dark black lines that went right around the edges of her eyes but that were drawn way out towards her hair. He watched silent as a mouse as she slowly lifted one hand and took the nipple of one of her tits between her fingers and pinched it really hard. More white liquid started dripping from the tip and as she pinched herself he noticed that her eyes closed like she was going to faint and her tongue came out from between her dark red lips and licked her upper lip with just the tip. He was amazed to see her other hand bring the tip of her black leather cane to the smooth white skin that was between her legs in front. "Wow! That's strange," he thought to himself. "It looks like she is trying to put it into the little bottom that she had there in front of her." "Now why would girls have two bottoms, one in front and one behind, when boys only have the one behind...And how does she go peepee without a little weenie?" Markie wondered. But then he was stopped cold when she started to forcefully hit her front bottom crack with the stick. It looked like she was hitting herself HARD! And that wasn't all. It looked like she wanted to pull her tittie completely off her front the way she was stretching the nipple out from her body. She started to moan and made grunting sounds and then began hunching her hips forward and down onto the black leather rod. Mark watched her tremble for a minute and finally let out her breath and relax and then he noticed two other people in his parent's bedroom - a man and a woman he had never seen before. The woman had long black hair and was very fashionably made up. In fact, she almost looked like his mother did just before she put her dress on when she went out to parties at night. This woman was dressed all in white lace. She had on a white lace bra and some see-through white lace panties and a white thing around her waist with the same kind of straps that hung off her mother's corset. And these were holding up her white, lace-top stockings and over all of it she was wearing a long gown, just like the peignoirs his mother had a ton of in her closet. But she was very tall looking because she had on some very high white high heels with really high soles so it made her feet look like they started a few inches off the ground. They looked like they had locks on the straps, "Boy, that's funny... Maybe she never takes them off? But even in bed????" It looked like she had long pearl earrings on that dangled down to her shoulders and a necklace that went around her throat with about 4 strands and a diamond and pearl bracelet and a matching one around one of her ankles. "But why were her hands tied up behind her back? And why was her bottom so red?" Markie wondered. Next to her was a tall man with more muscles than Markie had ever seen on anyone. He was naked except for a bunch of black leather belts that crisscrossed his chest and seemed to wrap around his weenie. His skin looked like he had been sweating a lot and his hands looked like they were tied to his peenie. And it looked like it hurt a lot because his peenie was really long and sticking straight up and reached past his belly button. It was so dark red that it looked almost purple. "Now, that was a very nice little cum you two sick perverts gave your mistress.... Mmmm...I want to thank you....How do you think I ought to?" Neither of the other two people said a word. "Do you little queers want me to let you fuck each other while Mommy watches...Or maybe I should just keep teasing you like I know you need and want..." And then his mother flicked out her black leather cane with its straps and Mark heard it CRACK!! against the man's hard red penis. He jerked and let out a long low hiss and moan and his peeper got even darker red and it began to drip something from the tip. Sara saw it too. "Don't you fucking move until I tell you to!" she screamed. Then his mother reached down with her long red fingernail and scooped the fluid up into it and brought it to the other woman's mouth and made her lick it off. When her finger was properly cleaned she reached her black gloved, open fingered hand down to the white lace-covered front of the woman's panties and seemed to grab something and squeezed really hard. The woman in the white lingerie let out a sharp scream that was cut short when Markie's mother slapped her across the face leaving the red welts of her fingers on her heavily made up face. Sara glared at her slave in contempt. She could see the fear and she smiled. She loved the fear... the fear and the desire. "Ooooo, you two lovers are so much fun to play with. Don't you just love our weekly sessions? Doesn't Mommy know just exactly what her little cum-sluts want? Hmmm? Aren't you happy my sweeties?" she asked both of them. Each of them nodded and hung their heads down in shame. "Hahahaha, cat got your tongues? Or is it the pain?" Whereupon she stepped back and flicked her black whip out repeatedly, aiming for the man's penis and the woman's Vee in the front of her panties. Those blows had to hurt, thought Markie. Yet neither of the two people moved. Not even a flinch. "How's my little baby girl doing?" Sara continued. "Is she happy? Doesn't she love getting all made up to put on her pretty frillies to wait for her big, hunky lover boy to show up to make her happy? Hmmm? Answer me...Doesn't she?" Markie was shocked and terrified to hear what sounded like his father's voice come out from the sexy woman's lips telling his mother, "Ohhhhh God!!!!!! YESSSSSSSS... I am so happy.... I am so lucky.... Thank you my mistress for loving me and knowing exactly what your little sissygirl needs and wants.... You know I will always be your personal whore.... Unh... Oh yes, hurt me... Punish me... Please treat me like the gutter-slut I am.... Make me earn you the money you need to buy your beautiful clothes and get your hair done and have your manicures and buy your jewelry.... You know that I am your pain-slave, Mistress Sara.... I will do anything you want... Anything you ask... Anything you need..." "Hahahahaha..." she laughed out load. "You disgust me...You are abhorrent to me...You perverted, twisted, degenerate little girlieboi cunt.... Your filthy needs are so sick they turn me on... And you know it don't you, you queer, faggot, gay, fuckslut? You know how my pussy starts flowing the moment I put you into your bubble bath and start to shave you smooth.... You know I need to start finger fucking my cunt when you sit down to put your makeup on.... You know I can't wait to have your tongue lick my pussy dry and clean my asshole in preparation for what is to come... Don't you cuntboi?" Markie watched in shock as she pulled down this beautiful woman's white lace bra and pulled out of it an extremely large breast. She let it stick out with its hardened nipple needing attention. He didn't know what to think. This was a woman, yet, how could she sound like his father? Something was going on. Some funny game, some weird adult game, was being played. He couldn't wait to see what happened next. "Mmmmm, Mommy loves what your hormone shots have done to her baby's soft skin.... And the implants Doctor Williams put into your chest are delicious. I love how big you are now. We certainly needed to augment your puny little tgirl titties, didn't we sugar? Mommy loves her baby's sexy girlie body... You look so feminine...so hot...so fuckably coquettish. Don't you think so, babydoll? Aren't you happy, my sexy little femmeboi whore?...I am!!!! I am soooooooo happy that I picked the DD cups and not the D's as he suggested... Aren't you sweetpea? I know you love them too, don't you my darling little girl? Hmmm? Let Mommy show you what she thinks of her precious baby's gorgeous tits, OK sweet girl?" With that, Sara bent down and lifted a small clip off the side table and attached it to the woman's nipple. The woman let out a long groan of pain yet had a glazed, almost dreamy look in her eyes. Then Sara pulled the woman's other large breast out from the white bra and bent down her face to take the large extended nipple in between her deep red, glistening lips to suck on it. Finally, when the woman in white was really squirming a lot, his mother bit down hard on the nipple and pulled it as far out from his breast as she could before it looked like it would tear off. The woman whimpered in her pain while his mother walked away to the vanity and got a perfume sprayer and a key. She walked back to the woman in white and sprayed perfume behind her ears and between her extremely large breasts and on her inner thighs and then walked over to the nearly naked man and leaned into his body and began licking the sweat off his chest, cooing and mewling all the time, and knelt down and put the tip of his penis into her mouth and licked all around the cap on the end of it. She then bit down until he cried out. "You fucking little faggot," Sara began. "Don't you scream in my presence. That cock belongs to me and I'll do with it as I please. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress." She reached for him and unlocked his hands and leaned her face to his ear and whispered, "You gonna fuck my baby girl now? Does Davie wanna put his cum-filled, desire-crazed, rock hard, ass-fucking cock into her nice, soft, wet, silky mouth? Baby boy wanna feel his pretty cock get all wet and ready to slide up her slippery, red-hot, man-hungry, drooling pussy... her tight little cunnyass? Mommy knows just how much her sweet baby boy needs to feel his pretty girlfriend's loving lips wrap themselves around his throbbing tool and make it want to cum soooooooooooo bad... Right, hun? Hmmm? My big hunky virile girlboi-lover?" Sara turned to the woman in white. "You," she said motioning to her. "On the bed, show yourself to me." The reply was short. "Yes Mistress." Markie looked on as this woman slid her white lace panties down his extremely long and shapely stocking-clad legs, gingerly stepping out of them, one 6" heel at a time. He couldn't believe what he saw spring up from between the woman's stocking covered thighs. It was a very long, very red, very fat penis. And it was dripping clear long strands of gooey stuff out of the tip. First the voice that sounded like his father's and now a penis that looked like a man's... Doubt began to creep into Markie's young mind. Maybe this wasn't a woman. Maybe this, in fact, WAS his father. But then, why does he look like one of mommy's very beautiful women friends and why is he dressed in women's clothes and why does he have a large pair of women's titties???? These were all questions that swirled through the young boy's very confused little mind. Yet, despite his confusion, Markie found the scene he was witnessing to be terribly naughty and exciting to watch. He loved the tingling it made him feel in his own little peenie. And when he reached down to adjust it, he did so through the soft silky satin of the pink nightie his mother insisted he always wear to bed and he found that it felt so delicious to touch himself down there, especially through the soft, slippery material of his nightie. As if to add to his disbelief, Markie then watched in erotic horror as this woman, this incredibly beautiful grown woman with a penis crawled on her hands and knees across the floor and slithered onto the bed. He could see that the clip his mother had fastened to one of her nipples was cutting into her skin and making the nipple turn almost purple from the engorged blood. Once in front of his mother the woman stopped and arched her back gracefully, like a dancer, extending her chest for his mother to reach out and caress. She also opened her mouth, ready for some kind inspection like Markie had to endure sometimes after brushing his teeth. Sara looked her over. The woman's mouth was open, waiting, her tits extended due to the sharp arch of her back and the clip on one nipple, her rock hard cock-tip glistening with wetness and stuff dripping from the tip. "Hmm, you sure look ready... Are you sweet one? Ready to have your mouth used? Ready to service your boyfriend and make him feel like a man? Ready to get him all hot and bothered with your lovingly soft mouth? Ready to have him fuck you? Mmmm... yeah... I bet my sweet little girl can't wait to have her pussy spread apart and pounded real hard.... Can you babydoll? Open your ass for me," Sara commanded. The penis woman turned over, her back still painfully arched, and buried her face into a pillow, using both hands to open her willing ass for her Mistress. The man came on to the bed too and got on his knees behind the woman in white, waiting for Mistress to allow him to begin. Sara nodded, and he quickly inserted one finger into the upraised waiting ass. The prostrate woman began to moan but remained totally motionless. Then the man put two fingers in and started to slowly push his hand in and out of her bottom. The woman started to move her bottom back to meet his thrusting hand. His mother laughed and began using her whip on the girl's soft silky bottom. "Such a dirty little sissy cunt-slut," Sara remarked, flicking her whip towards the woman's exposed ass as she spoke. "When I'm through with you you'll be begging for a whole fist to go up into you to bring you the pleasure you need and want." The girl started to cry out with each crack of the whip and each thrust of her lover's fingers. Suddenly the man pulled his fingers out of her rectum and Sara grabbed his leather strapped penis and put the tip of it right up to the woman's tiny but very wet-looking brown hole. The man's peepee looked so big and red to Markie that he was sure the woman would be hurt and start to bleed if it went into her. But instead, as the man pushed his huge penis up into the woman's rectum, the woman gave out a low moan and then started to beg the man to, "Fuck me... fuck me hard... Give me what I need... Give your gutter whore cunt what she craves.... Tell me how worthless I am... Tell me what a cheap slut-cunt I am... Show me what you think of me... Hump me you fag... Hump your sheboi whore... fuck me the way I deserve.... And then fill me up with your sticky goo... I really need to feel you pumping and spurting... Oooooooh, please baby.... Pleeeease.... Fuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeee...," she whimpered. "Ooooooo, Sara, honey, tell him to fuck his little Alexis harder. Please? Pleeeeeease? Oh baby... You know I'll do everything you ask... Just make him rip me open with his enormous cock... Have him spray my fuck-chute with his man-cream... Unh... unh... unh..." The woman's grunts were so delirious and expressed so much hunger and need that Markie started to feel sorry for her. He knew she wanted some release of some kind. He didn't know what it was but he could tell she was desperately hungry for something only the man seemed to be able to give her. Then he heard the man shout out, "I'm gonna cum baby... I'm gonna shoot dollface... Unh... Oh yeah... Here I cum... Here it goes... It's spraying sweetheart... My cum is impregnating you Alexis, my lover, my darling, my sweet, sweet lovergirl... My everything... My heart.... There it is... You have it all... Unh... Unhh... Ooooooooh" And Markie watched the man lunge and stop and lunge and stop and shake and quiver and spank the woman's ass with all his might...over and over and over, in time with his lunging. And finally it was all over. The man stopped and slumped down over the woman's back while the woman continued to moan and thrust her ass backwards into his groin. It wasn't until the man fell off and lay on the bed that Markie could see his mother lying on the bed beneath the woman in white with something in her hands that she was pushing into her mouth. Then the penis woman gave a long low moan and rolled over onto her back spreading her legs to allow his mother to crawl up between them. Which is when young, impressionable, seven year old Markie saw the woman's own enormous peepee sticking up into the air and his mother was pushing it in and out of her mouth until the woman screamed out and went rigid and arched her back further and gob after gob after spurt after spurt of thick, sticky, heavy, white creamy fluid sprayed out of the end of her penis all over his mother's face and hair and black cap until there was nothing left to spurt and the white sticky goo started dripping off her face. He watched in total fascination as she slowly continued to pump her penis and then took finger full after finger full of the white goo up to her lips and licked it all off until there was nothing left. Soon, the room went totally quiet and all Markie could hear was the steady breathing of the three people. He slipped back to his own bed and reached down to feel his own peenie completely rigid at what he had just witnessed. He slowly wrapped his soft satin nightie around his little penis and rubbed it until he too went rigid and cried out into the darkness. |
