A big bet, I lost, but not one single regret!

"Oh, don't be such a baby. You lost the bet, so you have to pay up. Simple as that."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd want anything like this. I'd feel weird."

"What's weird about it? Women do it all the time. People go to costume parties and dress up for Halloween all the time, don't they? Besides, the bet was that anything goes for the winner, remember? I can only imagine what you dreamed up for me, baby. But I won the bet and you're not allowed to back out now."

"Oh, man. But what if a neighbor comes over or a friend stops by? They'll see me. I couldn't stand that; I'd never live it down."

"Quit whining. We'll take precautions, close the curtains, make sure you're hidden and all that. Besides, nobody just drops by without calling first anyway, so what are you worried about?"

"Yeah, but why this? Can't I just lick you for awhile, or be your sex slave or something?"

"Of course you can, buttercup, anytime you want, you know that," she said coyly.

"Yeah, yeah, but why this?"

"Because it makes me hot. You want me to be all hot and wet for you don't you, baby?" Lilla purred as she snuggled up to me, snaked a leg around mine and twirled my hair with a finger.

"Yeah, but of all things. And what about my hair, it'll take weeks to grow back."

"Don't worry about it. Sheesh, it's winter. Nobody sees you except me."

"It'll hurt," I pouted.

"Oh, no, you don't. You want me to get Brazilians, but you can't do it because it might hurt? Uh uh, buddy boy, you're not getting out of it with that crap."

Out of excuses, I relented. "Alright, alright. Whatever."

Lilla clapped her hands under her chin and bounced on her toes. "Goodie! Let's go."

She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. "This is gonna be fun fun fun, you'll see. Well, not the first part, for you, exactly, but the rest. God, I got so wet plannin' this and thinkin' about what we're gonna do. I'm getting turned on now just talkin' about it."

"Wee yahoo," I said without enthusiasm as we entered the bedroom.

"Okay, you strip while I get the clippers. I have to get your hair shorter so the wax'll grip it right," Lilla gleefully chirped.

I undressed and waited while Lilla set things up. Towels, applicators, wax, some lotions and potions. "Okay, baby, I'm reaaady. Are youuu?" she teased.

Humming sweetly, Lilla threw the switch and clipped my hair to an eighth of an inch; legs, underarms, groin, and what little chest hair I had. She stepped back, looked at me as if I were her project, head tilted to the side, brow furrowed, then took my arm in her hand.

"Hey! What're you doin'?" I cried out in alarm as I pulled my arm away.

"I want a smooooth lover this weekend, baby. You're gonna be my smooth little love bug and I'm gonna slide my slippery little body all over you, all over my smoooooth little lover boy. Hmm, baby?" she enticed.

I held my arm out, thought, "Shit, what the hell have I agreed to." Lilla had always been more sexually creative than me and usually initiated the more adventuresome escapades: Blowjobs driving home through our neighborhood, furtive quickies in public places, handjobs and footjobs in restaurants, toys, costumes and role playing, making up sex scenarios and fantasies and telling them to each other in bed.

I thought about these things and how awesome Lilla is as I stood on unfolded newspaper in the middle of the bathroom, clipped hair at my feet, about to be completely shorn of body hair. I was boxed in this time. I could always renege on the bet, but it wouldn't be worth it. Not at all. Not with Lilla and her creed of trust and word of honor.

"There. That's done," Lilla said with a brushing clap of her hands. "Okie dokie, spodiokie, come on over here, pumpkin," she said perkily as she led me to the bed, a large beach towel spread out for me to lay on. Lilla rubbed this cream and that on me saying this one would let the wax come off easier and that one would desensitize my skin.

"Don't worry, sweetie, you'll hardly feel a thing," she assured me as she scooped up a gob of heated wax with the applicator and spread a patch on my leg. "Okay, honey bunny, just hold your skin taught right there while I... ," rrrip.

"Ow, ow, shit that hurt! You said I'd barely feel it," I shrieked.

"Hmm, the cream should have at least done something," Lilla said with a puzzled look on her face as she picked up the tube. "Oh dear, looks like I put on the wrong one. Sorry honey, my bad." I groaned. "Tell you what, snookums, we'll do tequila shots, instead. You get a head start," Lilla said over her shoulder as she skipped out the door.

With the help of a takillya buzz I endured the waxing. We even got the giggles when at one point I yelled out, "Kelly Clarkson!" then other celebrities each time Lilla pulled the trigger. It also helped that she kept me distracted and assuaged by massaging, nibbling and sucking my cock. She wouldn't let me come, though, no matter how much I begged.

Lilla got me denuded, cleaned off, and showered. Back in the bedroom she was standing naked, gazing at me. She rubbed her hands over me. "God, this is so hot. I'm so wet, baby, feel me, feel how wet I am," she gushed as she pulled my hand to her smooth pussy while groping me.

"Mmm, yeah, right there, baby," she whispered and held herself up, griping my shoulders as I worked two fingers in her and swirled my thumb on her sweetness. We kissed, our tongues increasingly desperate.

Lilla dropped to her knees and took me in her velvet mouth, making me moan. Her tongue swirled around the head once, twice, she plunged deep, back up. She looked up at me, eyes blazing, gave a small nod.

I ran my fingers along the side of her head through her gorgeous shoulder length red hair. I curled my fingers, gripped her hair in my hands, and fucked her mouth, hard.

Lilla kept her mouth soft as I thrust deeply, her nose against me, then back out, again and again. I held her to me and sat on the edge of the bed, my hands held her hair, thrust my hips as I could, moved her head down and up while she made small sounds. I grabbed the hair at the back of her head with one hand, reached down and fondled and twisted her nipples, making her groan. I fucked her mouth and kneaded her pussy with my foot. I played with her nipples and stroked her pussy with my foot until she came, moaning around my cock. With a grunt I came deep in her mouth.

I kept Lilla on me, her tongue and hands busy, until I hardened. I pulled out and flung her petite body against the edge of the mattress, pushed her torso down on the bed, and stabbed into her from behind, heard a sharp outcry.

"Yeah, baby, do it, fuck me hard, make me come," Lilla rasped as I pinned her hips against the mattress edge, again and again, over and over, her outstretched hands clutching the bedspread. My sweat was dripping on her back when she finally cried out, went limp while I rode on. I hammered into her for some time more and finally came with a guttural roar.

I collapsed on her back, my cock slowly disengaging, hugged her. Lilla reached back with one hand to cradle and rub my neck, said in a soft voice, "Muy caliente, bambino, muchas gracias."

"De nada, mi amor. I wasn't too hard on you, was I, baby?"

"No baby, when I'm in the mood, I love you to use me hard. I wouldn't like it all the time, but sometimes, ooh la la!" Lilla said as she squirmed out from under me. "Come up here, sweets, and lay on your back."

I lay down and she took me in her sultry mouth. I held her hair aside and watched her use her mouth on me, enraptured by her passion and skill. Lilla worked me until I was hard. She straddled me, looked into my eyes as she took me inside, a small smile as she descended. Lilla lay on my chest, kissed me, snuggled her head against my shoulder and sighed, my arms around her. In this way, we slowly ground to a lovely finale.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, babydoll. Let's get some sleep, okay? Tomorrow's gonna be a big day."

"Uh oh," I thought as I turned the light out.

We bet big. To the winner, anything goes for the weekend and the loser must comply. I thought I had it in the bag, but she won. And now I had no hair, the hard way. Except for my head, she waxed me stem to stern Friday night. She had plans.

"Wake up, huggie bear, we have a lot to do-oo," Lilla said playfully.

"Morning, baby," I croaked as I grabbed her for a hug.

She hugged me back, squirmed away and said excitedly, "Come on, let's get going."

Lilla could barely contain herself during breakfast. She was so beautiful, so open and full of life. I loved her so much.

After breakfast she ran upstairs while I finished my coffee and read the paper.

"Oh, poo-kums," she trilled down to me, "come on u-up."

"Dag," I thought as I slowly climbed the stairs. I knew what was coming.

More supplies and a towel spread out on the bed which she had me lay on. Lilla cleaned me, ran a damp washcloth over cock, balls and rear. Then she fluffed me, stroked and sucked me, toyed with my rear opening with finger and tongue, maybe getting me harder than I'd ever been. At my hardest she slapped some goo on me and made a mold of my cock.

"Surprise, stud muffin. I miss your wiener sometimes when you're not around. Aren't you glad?" she smirked.

Lilla did her thing while I showered and shaved my face shiny. I had to admit it felt sensuous having no hair, my hands sliding effortlessly across my skin. I got hard. I couldn't help it.

I emerged from the bathroom in my cotton gym shorts, pulling on my t-shirt. "Okay sweetie pie, I have some underfrillies for you on the bed," Lilla said with a gleam in her eye, hands clasped under her chin, torso twisting slightly back and forth.

"Lilla, are you sure you want this?"

She cozied up to me with a serious face, lay her palm gently on my cheek, looked adoringly up at me with those amazing green eyes framed by her blazing red shoulder length hair, said emphatically, "Fuckin' A, dude. Now get naked!" and slapped my ass.

I laughed and I took my shorts and shirt off, stared at the items on the bed.

Lilla noted my apprehension and said, "Ooh, isn't this awesome, baby? It's the stretch lace garter belt from Frederick's. And those are scalloped lace-top stockings, also from Frederick's I might add. I think black is sooo sexy, don't you?"

"Ugh," I uttered as I dropped my chin to my chest.

"Come on, baby, get dressed, get dressed," she said excitedly.

Resigned, I picked up the garter and pulled it on. It was pretty wide, maybe five or six inches. I sat on the edge of the bed. As I pulled the first stocking up my incredibly smooth leg, my cock twitched. As I pulled up the second stocking it stiffened a little more.

"See, see, you're getting a boner! I told you this would be fun," Lilla squealed with delight and waggled a pointed finger.

"The only reason I'm gettin' any wood at all is because you're standing there naked rubbing your twat," I shot back.

"Uh uh-h, can't fool me-e," she singsonged.

Finished clipping the stockings to the straps, I stood up. The base of my semi-hard cock was just beneath the edge of the garter, smoothness all around. Lilla handed me a lacy luminescent green long sleeved v-necked top, sleeves flared at the wrist, saying, "Okay, this is from VS. Velly sexy, hmm?"

"Maybe on you," I pouted, putting it on.

Next I put on a flippy, swishy black miniskirt that barely covered the band at the top of my stockings.

Lilla came up, hugged me, kissed me while stroking my cock under my skirt, said in a husky voice, "God, that's so hot. You're gonna look amazing when I'm done. Put these on and come with me," She handed me a black lace thong and 3 inch black pumps.

With considerable effort I put them on and wobbled into the bathroom after her. She motioned me to sit down next to her at the vanity, which I did.

Sitting on a stool in her blue silk robe, Lilla had an array of girl stuff spread out on the counter in front of her. She tapped her lips with an index finger, found what she wanted and dove in. She made me up. She put fake fingernails on me and painted them a light burgundy; colored, not natural so I'd know they were there, she said. Applied to my face whatever it is that women apply. When she was done she pulled out a dazzling, dark purple wig and secured it to my head as I closed my eyes and thought, "I must be nuts."

With a final touch here and there Lilla beamed, spun my stool to the mirror and exclaimed with a flourish, "Ta daa!"

Astounding. From the mirror, a woman stared back. I was speechless. I have somewhat androgynous features and Lilla's deft hand with makeup camouflaged masculinity and accentuated femininity, eyelids, lashes, eyebrows, cheekbones, lips. A delicate black lace choker to hide my Adam's apple. Tasteful dangly earrings. Rich, dark plum colored shoulder length hair, feathered bangs parted stylishly. I gently shook my head and my silky hair swayed easily with my movements, the highlights dancing in the bright vanity light. I felt the wavering tug of the earrings. I was dumbfounded.

Lilla spoke reverently, "Oh my god baby, you're prettier than I ever imagined you'd be. This is amazing. You're beautiful. Stand up, let me look at you."

I stood up and looked in the mirror not believing what I saw. A slender, flat chested, decent looking, if not leaning toward hot, babe. My cock stiffened some.

"Fuck yeah, baby, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" Lilla crowed, rubbed my cock, kissed me long and hard.

"Okay, bitch," she said sternly, laughed and said playfully, "Just kidding, baby. Come on, let's hang out. Go on downstairs and turn on HGTV or the Oxygen channel and I'll be down in a sec."

I stumbled to the den, sat down on the recliner in my sexy outfit and lovely dark purple hair, my semi-hardon tenting my skirt some despite the thong, and turned on ESPN SportsCenter.

"No dearie," Lillie sighed as she entered the room still wearing her silk robe, "Girls don't watch sports by themselves, they watch decorating shows or chick flicks. Here, I made you a mimosa," she said as she took the remote and changed the channel to Pretty Woman showing on Lifetime, then left the room. I sighed, gave a small head shake at the TV, and was surprised to notice the pull and sway of the earrings, and the hair that flicked around my face and on my neck felt kind of nice, sexy even.

Lilla returned and said in a lowered voice, "Give me the remote, bitch," and giggled. She wore baggy chinos, an untucked long sleeve denim shirt and her lug soled hiking shoes. She'd slicked her hair back with some sort of jell. She looked nowhere near as manly as I did feminine.

"Come 'ere, lil' darlin," she said as she patted the couch. I sat down next to her and she pulled me in for a kiss, taking command of the remote.

"I've been waiting all day for this game, sugar dumplin'. Now I know you don't really understand football, cupcake, but it's a big game. Man, I hope we cross the plate all day long. We need a big win. Hey puddin', how about gettin' me a cold one."

"Jeez," I thought as I made my way to the kitchen. I fumbled around and finally used a knife to pop the tab because I couldn't figure out how to open it with my lovely light burgundy nails.

"Here, baby," I said flatly as I gave her the beer.

Lilla caressed my rear as I sat down, "Gotdamn, baby! You got the sweetest ass I ever seen on you're little backside, there."

We watched the game and at halftime Lilla muted the TV, said, "Come 'ere, mamacita, gimme some sugar." She put her hand behind my neck and hauled me in for a soft, lingering kiss. My heart beat faster.

She kissed me for a long time as we sat on the couch, my head against the cushion, Lilla twisted around to hold me. She kissed me gently, tenderly, as if it were my first time. I became impatient for her touch. Finally, finally, she fondled my breasts, teased my nipples. Lilla brushed my hair out of the way, nibbled around my earring, sucked and bit my neck. It felt wonderful. She maneuvered me down to my back on the wide couch as she kissed me, different now because her hair didn't cascade around us creating our special, private world. She worked a leg between mine, began a gentle repeating nudging that sent shivers up my spine. I adjusted myself in my thong. I held her, caressed her back. She bent down and took my nipple between her lips, her teeth; my hand cupped her head while she nibbled and bit my nipples, first one then the other. I moaned and my legs spread a little more for her. I felt desired. I was so hard.

"I'm gonna make you feel real good, baby," Lilla said, her voice husky, and she reached under my skirt. "I'm gonna rub your clit and make you come. Would you like that, baby?"

I pulled her face to mine and kissing her, mumbled, "Mmm hmm." I raised my leg to the back of the couch, opening wide for her.

Lilla pushed aside my thong and let her fingers dance lightly along my length. She swiveled her thumb around my head and I could hardly stand that exquisite bliss. She pressed a fingernail down my urethra, causing a sweet pleasure-pain I wanted to explore. Lilla stroked me. She used my slick precum as her hand glided along my cock. She kept the steady, precum lubricated strokes deliciously, tormentingly, slow, keeping me on the verge. I was reeling. I thrust into her massaging hand. I moaned into her mouth. At last I told her I was there and she dove down, her lips closed around my head and she jacked me fast with her hand. I cried out and pinched my nipples hard when I came. Lilla rose and kissed me, sharing the cum in her mouth. I moaned and pulled her closer.

My breathing finally slowed. "That was pretty amazing, baby, you really had me going. You surprised me with the cummy kiss. God, that was hot."

"Mmm hmm," Lilla vocalized softly as she nuzzled against me.

For the rest of the afternoon Lilla kept me slightly buzzed, first with mimosas and later just champagne, I think to keep my inhibitions down. She kept me constantly aroused by telling me how hot I looked, how beautiful I was, grabbing me for a smoldering kiss, fondling my ass, my nipples, gently rubbing her hand along my front.

I got used to pulling my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear if I needed it out of the way. I became adept at flipping my head to flick my beautiful deep plum colored hair aside. I sort of liked the feel of the stockings and lace on my skin, the feel of the thong tight across my opening, its subliminal promise. As the afternoon wore on I found myself feeling more delicate and feminine, moved more gracefully, subtle things really, all reinforced by Lilla's adulation of my beauty and sexiness.

After dinner, as I sipped champagne and watched Grey's Anatomy on Tivo, I heard Lilla calling, "Oh, butter buns, come on u-up."

"What now?" I wondered as a pretty woman briefly caught my eye when I passed the foyer mirror and strutted up the stairs in my 3 inch pumps, sexy green lacy top, the hem of my flippy dress snapping with my steps.

We bet big. To the winner, anything goes for the weekend and the loser must comply. I thought I had it in the bag, but she won. And now I had no hair, the hard way. Except for my head, she waxed me stem to stern Friday night. This morning, she dressed me in sexy lingerie and gave me a world class handjob. Lilla had plans.

After an early dinner Lilla called me upstairs. A pretty woman briefly caught my eye as I passed the foyer mirror and strutted up the stairs in my 3 inch pumps, sexy green lacy top, deep plum hair and dangly earrings swaying with my movements, the hem of my flippy black dress snapping smartly with my steps.

I entered the bedroom and Lilla said, "Hey love bug, let me get this wig off you, then I want you to take a shower and shave real good. Oh, and make sure you use those Fleet thingies I left out for you. Chop, chop, lambkins."

I did all that, got squeaky clean, inside and out. When I came back into the bedroom Lilla pointed at the bed. "Okay, tootsie, I have some more dainties for you. You're gonna love these," she gushed. "Look, baby, here's a lace half jacket and half slip from Frederick's, your new favorite store. I love the lace bra with the sheer sleeves. Ooh, and the lace half slip. Don't you love the wide solid border on the bottom?"

"Sure," I muttered.

"Oh, I know you do-oo. So put it on, sweets. And put on these scalloped topped thigh highs. I got 'em long 'cause I wanted 'em way up there on you. Maybe the boys'll rub against them. Wouldn't that feel great?" she teased. "And you're really gonna love these, baby. Put them on and follow me."

Besides the lingerie, Lilla left me black 5 inch fuck me pumps. Very pointy closed toe, no sides, stiletto heels, ankle straps. I put them on, held onto whatever I could grab and wobbled my way to the bathroom vanity.

In the mirror I saw myself wearing a black sheer half-jacket attached to a black lacy bra. The "jacket" sat a couple of inches over the tops of my shoulders and the sheer sleeves flared at mid-forearm where the material changed to lace. I had to admit it was sexy. Bare skin below the bra, the black half slip, skirt-like, about a foot in length, half lace, half microfibre, set low on my hips just above my cock. Long, sexy legs with sheer black thigh highs rising up to my crotch. I was slim and in pretty good shape so, surprisingly, the look wasn't bad.

"Okay, honey bunny, quit admiring your sexy self and turn this way. She sat me down and made me up. Again. All the subtle shades and touches she had used before on my already androgynous looks, hiding masculinity and emphasizing femininity. Lilla did something with my eyebrows and eyelashes, a light touch with smoky eye shadow, lipstick then other magic to bring out my cheekbones. The tasteful dangly earrings that twinkled. A black lace choker. And that dazzling deep plum wig with highlights that simply sparkled in the light.

I looked at myself in the mirror, slender, flat tummy, skimpy lingerie, actually attractive, and thought, "How can I look like this. I'm a man for cryin' out loud."

Lilla gaped at me, softly said, "Frickin' unbelievable. Tomorrow's gonna be outfuckinstanding."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, baby. How about you go downstairs and get some more champagne for us."

When I finally, unsteadily, got back to the bedroom, dressed in my skimpy black lingerie, 5 inch fuck me pumps and sporting a semi-hardon, from the friction I told myself, Lilla was on the bed reclining against the headboard in her blue silk robe, black sheer stockings and shoes similar to mine.

"Hey baby, welcome back," she said in a sultry voice, patted the bed.

"Cheers baby," She said as I stretched out next to her. She put her arm around me, smiled warmly at me in my sexy outfit and dazzling purple hair. We clinked glasses and sipped champagne. "You look absolutely fabulous, baby. I'm amazed. What's it feel like to be such a hot little number?"

"I don't know, Lilla, kind of weird. At first I didn't want to, but here with you it's okay, I guess. I mean, if this does it for you, then I'll do it."

"Oh, it do. But don't you feel sexy, baby? Doesn't it turn you on, tent your skirt a little, hmm?

"I guess, some. I didn't expect that. Brings out different feelings, you know? And when I passed the mirror downstairs I did a double take. It's weird."

"Mmm, you're gorgeous, baby. I'm gonna bring out all kinds of feelings in you, pumpkin."

I sipped champagne and Lilla took my glass, put both on the bedside table. She put her arm back around me and pulled me to her for a kiss. Softly, lips brushing, she nibbled and bit my lips. She pulled away slightly and looked at me, smiled sweetly and kissed me again, lips parted and tongues caressed.

Breathing a little heavier when we broke, Lilla said, "Baby, you know how I love your mouth. Are you gonna be good to me, use your mouth on me?"

"Mmm, yeah baby, I'll use my mouth on you," I said and leaned in for another kiss.

"Take off my robe, sugar lips," Lilla said with a small smile.

I untied the front and slipped the robe down her shoulders. She leaned forward slightly to let me pull it away from her. She had on the wide garter belt I wore earlier today, a matching black lace bra, and something else.

"Surprise, baby. How do you like our new toy? I love this thing! It's got a wire inside so I can adjust the angle of the dangle. Isn't that what you guys say? It also has a curvy part that goes inside of me and it fits perfectly along my little pleasure zone. Ooh, and get this, it comes apart so I can just use the fucky end on you," she said and snuggled against me. "It's awesome, peanut butter. It's a win-win strap-on, baby. Here, touch it."

Lilla pulled my hand to her strap-on and I gently touched it, causing her to squirm slightly. It was flesh toned and felt silky soft. The thin outer cover moved slightly over whatever firm spongy material was underneath. It was both soft and hard. It was a state of the art dick.

"Wow, that's pretty realistic. Where'd you get it?"

"That's right, baby, it's very realistic. I got it from Fake-Me-A-Man.com, lover. They have all kinds of cool stuff," Lilla said with a gleam in her eye. "Okay dollface, you know what to do, you promised, remember?"

Sighing with resignation, I moved to my side, on my elbow, leaned down took her into my mouth. I moved my head up and down some, tried not to scrape her with my teeth.

"Mmm, that's nice lover. I can feel it. This is gonna be good, baby. You're doing great."

I continued my efforts, taking a little more of her in, my plum colored hair and dangly earrings flowing and swaying some. I felt so feminine. As I sucked Lilla, she talked.

"Mmm, So nice, baby, don't stop. That's good. Does my cock seem familiar, baby? Do you recognize it?"

"What?" I wondered.

"You should, you're sucking your own cock, baby, the one I made from you this morning. Isn't that horny?"

A vague anxiety surfaced. I felt my cock move slightly.

"Sucking your own cock because you can. Isn't that the punchline, baby? Mmm, now you know why I like your cock so much, why I like to suck it. Doesn't it feel good in your mouth, baby? Makes you stretch wide for it, doesn't it. But not too much. Not too big, not too little, it's just right. Oh! That felt nice, baby, keep going."

"I'm gonna teach you to deep throat our cock, baby. Just like I do. Are you ready? Are you ready to learn to take me all the way? To feel what I feel?" She stroked the back of my pretty purple hair as I rose and fell on her stiff spongy cock.

I moaned with a perverse pleasure.

Lilla slid down and lay flat on the bed. "Here, move around this way." She moved me so I was sort of lying across her stomach, facing her cock. Okay baby, tilt your head back a bit to straighten your neck some. Now extend your tongue just past your lower lip. That's right, sexy. Flatten the back of your tongue like you have a tongue depressor back there. Okay, baby, now force your throat open like you're yawning. That'll help counter that nasty gag reflex."

I did as she said, feeling the dildo penetrate deeper into my mouth. I got a little anxious.

"That's right, baby, you're doing fine," she said gently. "Oh, that feels good. Take a deep breath and slowly slide me in."

I started to gag a little.

"Hold me there, baby, don't move. Good, baby, that's good. Now back off and do it again. Mmm, the movement feels good in me. You're gonna blow me until I come, baby. Alright, do it again, keep on taking me deep and holding, then pulling back."

I followed Lilla's instructions. Took the head to my gag point and held it for as long as I could, over and over, deep in, hold, and back out.

"Okay, baby, show time. Go deep, and at that point push your tongue out a little further, then pull it back in, pulling me deeper. Go ahead, baby, you can do it. If I can take your cock deep, so can you."

I tried for her. I found the urge to gag was fading. A few more times and I was going to try to deep throat Lilla. She was moaning a little. Somehow I knew she was playing with her nipples. I found myself wanting to make her come this way.

I was practically drooling. With a practiced move I tucked my dazzling deep purple hair behind my ear, felt and heard the sexy whisper of nylon as I shifted, saw the flared lace sleeve and my long light burgundy nails as my hand held her cock. I pushed my tongue out a bit and used it to help draw her deeper and suddenly I was at the base. She was all the way down. I was a little anxious, but I held still and my eyes teared some. I eased her out and breathed. Back down. On and on, it got easier. My rhythm increased. I heard Lilla gasp and moan as I took her in. I deep throated her. It shocked me that I could do it that easily. I worked her faster, not as deep now, heard her soft sounds and quick breathing. Jerked her with my hand some, went back down on her.

"Yeah, baby, don't stop, oh, that's it, oh god, oh, oh, ohhhh." Urgent sharp cries and with a long groan she sat halfway up, her back arched, head back, before collapsing to the bed, sighing.

I slid back up beside her, my lips fuller than before.

"Oh baby, you have a talent there. God, I came so hard. Whew. This thing is a wonder! Okay, baby, your turn," she said and rolled over to kiss me. She had me on my back, hands fluttering over me, caressing me, making me eager for more of her touch.

"On your knees, baby."

I rolled onto my stomach raised up onto my hands and knees, ankles extended, toes to the footboard. My rich, deep purple hair framed my face and I felt the downward tug of my dangling earrings.

Lilla moved behind me. "Spread yourself, sweet cheeks. Like you like me to do."

I flipped my hair, lowered my cheek to the bed, my back arched seductively, and reached back under my lacey skirt. I spread myself open for her. I felt so lewd, so slutty. I was so hard.

Nothing for a time. I was anxious, wanted her to start it. The bed shifted, she flipped up my skirt, commenting on how feminine and sexy it was. I felt her soft, hot breath and it jolted me. My eyes were closed. I felt a soft, moist rasping across my rear opening. I gasped. So intimate, being licked there by my Lilla, on that little crinkled hole. Holding myself wide with light burgundy nails, dressed in my sexy lingerie and stunning dark purple wig, Lilla licked me.

Lilla kissed me there, milked me at times, licked me, made me swoon. Then her tongue was in me, pointy, firm, penetrating me. I thought, "Oh god, she's tongue fucking me." The pleasure was intense, the nerves so, so sensitive back there. On and on she licked me and milked me, forever. Finally she pulled away.

"Hey baby, you got the sweetest little ass there," she giggled. "I'm going to open you up more now. I'll be gentle since you're not a slut yet."

I felt cold slickness on my opening, pressure, and a slender finger gently pushed into me. It felt so big. She grazed my prostate and I flinched and gasped with the pleasure. Slowly, another finger, then another, gently but firmly rocking in and out of me.

"It's time, baby," Liz said softly. I felt the bed shift, more cold slickness and then a thick dull pressure at my opening. She slowly leaned into me and I breathed quicker, through my nose, my lips pressed together.

Slowly, slowly, the first ring yielded, and I gasped, clenched my eyes and held my breath.

Slowly, slowly, Lilla broke through and held, knowing I needed stillness for a time. She'd prepared me well and it didn't hurt, just pressure and fullness.

"It's okay, baby, don't worry. I'm gonna fuck you good," she said softly, lovingly.

She began slowly, slid deep into me and I felt her body flush against me. Slowly in and out of me, an immeasurable fullness.

I lay there, on my knees, head down with my cheek on the mattress, dazzling purple hair now covering my face, holding myself open for Lilla with long light burgundy nails. She moved back and forth in me with long, slow, deep strokes. I couldn't help letting go and folded my arms above my head. I realized I was rocking back a little, to meet Lilla's gentle thrusts. She felt so big in me. The sensitive nerves back there firing endlessly, blissfully. It felt so, so good, especially that spot, when she passed that spot.

"Mmm, that's it. That's right, baby, push back, let me know you like it." I rose to my elbows. I gripped the sheet for leverage and moved back against Lilla. Eyes closed, I pushed back. I fucked her back. My gorgeous purple hair and dangly earrings snapped with our thrusts.

I felt it start from deep inside. I felt something building inside me that demanded Lilla go harder, faster. Lilla slapped against me, moving faster, a steady pace.

She slowed, pulled out and moved me to my back. I slung my hair out of my face, felt my earrings downpull. I threw my legs up and back like an eager slut so Lilla could get to me, get back inside me because I needed her there.

Over me, face full of love and lust, Lilla knew my need. She fucked me hard, knew that desperate need and kept at it. I spread wider, pleaded, "Oh god, baby, don't stop."

Lilla drove into me, her sweat dropped to my chest, splashes of darkness on my black lace bra. Lilla made small grunts as she fucked me fast and hard. My neck arched, eyes closed, building toward that moment, that singular moment where nothing else exists.

"More, harder, faster," I uttered in a husky voice.

My legs up and wide, toes pointed to the ceiling and trying to curl inside my 5 inch fuck me pumps. Lilla grunted and pounded against me. My breathing ragged gulps of air.

I laced my hands behind her neck, pulled her in and jammed my tongue in her mouth. I wanted her deeper and used my legs and heels to pull her in tight, then threw my legs back high and wide so she could give me long, hard, fast strokes. I rocked my hips on her cock with the need building inside of me.

"Please baby," I begged into her mouth.

Lilla drove into me again and again, on and on until I heard her cry out and then the world vanished and I shuddered. From my core bands of rapture blew outward and my whole body shuddered and shuddered and shuddered, the pleasure so extreme.

When I finally returned, became aware if my surroundings, Lilla, still in me, lay on my chest.

"Oh god, baby, oh my god," I barely got out.

"It's okay lover, don't say anything. I love you, baby. Take your time. You came hard, baby, I made you come."

Lilla pulled gently out of me, took off the strap-on, snuggled next to me, said, "Mmm, that was nice, baby. You really took to that, didn't you, getting done with your own dick." She rose and took off her bra as she straddled my face, said, "Lick me, baby, use your mouth on me. You promised."

I pulled her to me and licked her sweetness. I chewed her hairless lips, her clit, kissed her, and licked her. She looked so beautiful above me, head down, then back as she worked her nipples hard.

Using her wetness I worked a finger into her rear and she hissed, "Yes." With one hand twisting a nipple Lilla reached behind my head, pulled me into her hard and I heard her growing moan crescendo and felt her spasms on my tongue.

After resting on my chest for a moment catching her breath, Lilla lay down beside me. "Oh my GOD baby, that was spectacular! Whew, permission granted to do that anytime. Okay, let's get some sleep, buttercup. Tomorrow's gonna be a big day."

"Uh oh, I thought as I turned off the light."

We bet big. To the winner, anything goes for the weekend and the loser must comply. I thought I had it in the bag, but she won. And now I had no hair, the hard way. Except for my head, she waxed me stem to stern Friday night. On Saturday, she dressed me in sexy lingerie and gave me a world class handjob during halftime. Saturday night she dressed me in sexy lingerie and did me with a very special strap-on. Lilla had plans.

Sleeping on my side I woke to a cold pressure at my rear. As I drifted into awareness I arched my back some so she could take me more easily. She slipped in gently and set a leisurely Sunday morning pace. The immense fullness in my rear was wonderful, welcome. She reached around to my hardening cock and stroked me. Her hand felt like silk on me.

"Good morning, baby," I heard close to my ear. "I saw your sweet little ass there and just couldn't resist. I hope you don't mind," Lilla said softly as she stroked me faster until, with a small moan, I came. "Here, baby," she said as she brought her fingers to my mouth for cleaning.

"Mmm, you sure are enjoying all of this, baby doll. You sure you've never been a backdoor man before?" she teased.

"Your backdoor," I laughed. "And good morning to you, too," I said as I reached back and squeezed her.

We had a light breakfast, drank coffee, read the paper. Finally Lilla came over, worked off my beautiful plum wig and said, "Okay sugar, you know the drill by now. Get up there and do the triple S, use those Fleet thingies, and I'll meet you in the bedroom."

I did all that and came out of the bathroom naked. Lilla said, "Not so fast, eager beaver, let's get you dolled up before you put on the goodies this time."

So she did it again. Lilla worked her makeup magic on me and used subtle shades of girl stuff to downplay masculinity and enhance femininity on my fairly androgynous features. Then the dangly earrings that caught the light. The black lace choker to hide my Adam's apple. And the spectacular almost shoulder length deep purple wig with sexily parted bangs, the highlights shimmering in the light. She also put several thin silver metal bracelets on both of my wrists that made dainty clinks whenever my arms moved.

"There. Not bad if I say so myself. C'mon, back to the bedroom, sweets." Standing, I was amazed yet again to see a decent looking babe staring back at me from the mirror. I closed my eyes, shook my head slightly and felt the graceful sway of my beautiful dark plum colored hair, felt its delicate caress on my face and the tug of earrings on my lobes. My cock twitched. I stood and walked into the bedroom.

On the bed were the goodies. The scalloped top sheer black thigh highs that came up almost to my crotch. She was right, it did feel nice when my boys rubbed against them. The pointy five inch fuck me pumps, no sides, stiletto heels, ankle straps. A black lace thong. A black long sleeved lace dress, sleeves flared at the forearm. I figured that she was dressing me in all these flared long sleeved outfits for the same reason she painted my long fake nails a light burgundy, so I'd be more conscious of the femininity, feel more feminine. There was something else on the bed that didn't register at first.

"Lilla, what are those?"

"Aren't they awesome? Those are your new tits, baby. I got them from Fake-Me-A-Woman.com. Outstanding site, they've got everything! You're a C cup, baby, hefty three inchers, how about that. It was a really hard decision, baby, there were so many great models to choose from. The Kirsten Dunsts, the Diane Lanes and Drew Barrymores were outstanding. And the Teri Hatchers were spectacular! I finally narrowed it down and went back and forth between the Halle Berrys and Elizabeth Hurleys, but in the end I went with the Hurleys. They're classics. What do you think?" she asked, beaming proudly.

"Why are they shaped like that?" The breast and base was wide and straight on the top, the base's corners rounded, and the sides and bottom of the base followed the shape of the breast.

"They're wider at the top than regular breast forms to look more realistic. That way they hang naturally and don't look plopped on. Here, take a look," Lilla said as she handed me one.

I held a flesh colored boob. The cover felt like skin, and it was soft and jiggled like the real thing. The areola sized somewhere between a quarter and a fifty cent coin, with nipples mid-way between soft and erect.

"What's it made of?"

"Who knows, pumpkin, some hi-tech stuff and space age materials. The website went on and on about their 'breast density matrix' and 'breast fluid viscosity.' Pff, whatever. All I know is they feel real. Did you notice? The base side is a little bit firmer."

I turned it over. "What's that?"

"That, baby cakes, is the optional clamp. Isn't it brilliant?" she gushed. "It's a teensy clamp that attaches to your nipple with a little adhesive to help it stay put. Then, and this is the best, cupcake, then when the fake nipple is pulled you feel a tug on yours. Isn't that wild? I mean, who thinks up this shit?" Lilla said as she smiled brilliantly, leaned slightly at the waist for emphasis, then clapped her hands and bounced up and down on her toes a few times.

"How's it do that?"

"Who cares? I think it has a little string thingy attached to the nipple and the clamp somehow. Oh, and the harder you pull the nipple the more the clamp digs in. Ha! You're gonna love it, you'll see. C'mon, let's get these babies on you."

"Ugh." I let my head drop, chin against chest, again.

Lilla put adhesive on the back of the breast and on the clamp. She pulled the clamp out a little from its recessed position and I noticed the nipple sucked in some. I stood silently while she put the clamp on my nipple, eyed me like she was hanging a picture on the wall and, presto, I had a boob. The clamp wasn't pinching, but resting comfortably until called into action. As Lilla put the other one on me I asked her how to get them off. She said I wouldn't want them off, but a hot shower would do it.

The color of my breasts was almost exactly the shade of my skin. The edges of the base glued to my skin tapered to a thin sharp point and blended so smoothly you could hardly tell where they ended. Lilla marched me back into the bathroom and my new tits swayed naturally. I could feel the clamps presence, but no pinch. It was weird. It was surprisingly erotic. My cock twitched.

Lilla used some more makeup to really blend in the edges and when she was done stood behind me looking at me in the mirror.

"Ohmigod, baby. I don't think God or even Industrial Light and Magic could have done a much better job."

We stared at my shapely C cup breasts, the inside edges curving gracefully up towards each other, blending naturally onto my chest about an inch apart. The outside edges rounding out a bit past my slim torso, out and up and also blending smoothly and naturally at the top. From the top my breasts sloped down, out, back in, where the bottoms curved slightly back up to meet the base. I stared at my natural looking tits. My cutting edge Hurleys.

I twisted side to side, leaned side to side, bounced on my toes and my lifelike breasts swayed and jiggled and settled naturally. Amazing. And they were only the barest hint lighter than my own skin. I figured that depending on the light you probably couldn't tell the difference. I stood there staring at myself, pulled a towel around my waist and was astounded. A good looking woman with a killer body.

"Oh, hell yeah," whooped Lilla. "Let's get you dressed!"

I pulled on the sheer black stockings and they almost floated up by bare legs by themselves. I carefully pulled the lace dress over my head and down. It was a slightly snug from the neck to the hips and stretched easily. The neck was a wide oval, almost to my shoulders and dropping down my back a few inches and more in front, showing some cleavage. From the hips down it flared, undulated easily around me and ended about mid thigh. It had a lot of swish to it. Black lace thong. And the five inch fuck me pumps.

Lilla told me to go downstairs and make up some mimosas. As I did, carefully in my five inch fuck me pumps, I was startled at the sight of the beautiful woman who met my eye in the foyer mirror. I stared, turned this way and that. "I could actually pass in public," I marveled. Almost in a daze, I continued on and made us a pitcher of mimosas.

"Wow. Nice rack there, Liz," Lilla teased as she entered the kitchen and I handed her a drink. She moved in tight, caressed my breast, and as it moved under her hand I felt shifting weight and the promise of the clamp. "Cheers, baby. Amazing, isn't it? God, you're tits are perfect." We drank a toast and as I raised my glass my arm grazed my breast and again I felt the subtle weight shift. It felt sensuous, erotic.

Lilla went with a lipstick lesbian theme today. Except for the shoes she wore the outfit I had on yesterday. A sexy, florescent green lace top with long flared sleeves. A wide garter belt and sheer black stockings. A sexy, flippy, swishy black miniskirt. And five inch black fuck me pumps. Subtle makeup. Her stunning red hair in careful disarray. A lump under the skirt told me she had on the strap-on, bent down from the looks of it. She was spectacular.

We went into the den. Lilla didn't waste any time today. She took my drink, set it on the coffee table, put her hand on my neck and kissed me. She rubbed my front. She'd worked her makeup and lingerie magic on me and I felt so feminine, so receptive. I loved that she wanted me, that she desired me. I wanted her to show me how much she wanted me. I wanted to please her. She kissed me, and I was hers.

"Down girl," Lilla said softly as she pushed me over the high, wide, round arm of our brown leather couch. "I'll be good to you, sweets, nothing but goodness."

I let her push me over, settled on my waist and put my arms out, palm down, to support me, my deep plum colored hair fell around my face. I felt the tugging swing of my dangly earrings, heard the bracelets light tinkling. I saw my lacey sleeves leading down to my long, light burgundy nails. I felt the weight of my breasts pulling down and settling, the shape changing to perfectly fit my position. It surprised me to realize that I wanted Lilla, wanted her in me, back there. I closed my eyes, arched my back a little, raising my rear to her.

Lilla caressed my rear. Said, "Mmm, baby, I do love that ass. You know I love you to fuck my ass, hon, love to feel your cock back there. It's always open for you, isn't it, baby. You love it too, don't you. You weren't sure you would, but you do. Like my cock in your ass, that is. Your cock. Isn't that wild, doll, a kit to make a dildo from a mold of your dick. What's it like to get fucked with your own cock, baby. I can't even imagine what that does to your head."

I moaned softly as she caressed my rear, rubbed across my front. She flipped my skirt up and pulled off my thong. I felt cool slickness on my opening. I felt a thin pressure. I reached back and spread my ass for her and heard my bracelets clink, felt my breasts shift.

"Ooh, very good, hot cakes, very good. What is it that you want, baby, tell me what you want," Lilla said as she rubbed my cock.

"Please," I said.

She kept the pressure at my opening steady, didn't push into me. I tried rocking my hips back up to her, but she moved with me, denying me. "Please," I said again.

"You have to tell me, baby, like I tell you."

"Oh god. Please Lilla, put it in."

"Uh uh, baby, you know what I want. Good for the goose, good for the gander," she said lovingly as she continued to rub me. She snaked a thin finger up my rear and pressed my prostate. She caressed my back and around to my breast.

"Oh god, fuck me Lilla, please fuck me," I gasped.

"That's my little whore. Okay, baby, since you asked I'll fuck you real good." Lilla gently pressed her cock into me and slid deep. She stayed there, swayed and twisted side to side some.

"Like it? You like our cock in your ass? Mmm, baby, I'm fucking your ass with your cock. You're feeling what I feel when you fuck me. When you fuck my ass. So thick and full back there. Yeah, baby, you like it, your cock is hard. Are you ready? Can you picture me? Behind you. Against your ass in a sexy green lace top, black miniskirt, sheer black stockings held up by that sexy wide garter belt. And five inch fuck me pumps. Looking down at my cock in your ass. Hold that image while I fuck you, baby. Are you ready? It's okay baby, let me know when you're ready."

"Yes," I husked, and put out my hands and arms to support me.

And she began. Lilla gave me long, deep, slow stokes. The wide head of our cock slipped back and forth across that special place and I loved her for finding it again and again.

A new sensation. My breasts moved with Lilla's thrusts and I felt the weight of them pull on my skin. Forward then back. No twist from the clamp, but I felt its presence and the light sensation reminded me of a nipple rubbing across fabric. Sensual. I moaned and relaxed back there as much as I could so she could take me. Oh god, my breasts, hair and earrings swaying while she fucked me. I loved it. On and on she went, and the pressure built inside me and I wanted that release. Lilla grunted behind me. She stabbed into me relentlessly. I sensed her building need and wanted her to use me to get there. I wanted that. I wanted her to use me for her pleasure.

She rocked against me and it felt wonderful. On and on she went. Lilla took me from behind and finally groaned and yelled. She eased out of me and slumped over my back, her cock between my legs, nestled against me. I'd felt my own growing need, but I couldn't get there. Instead, I glowed knowing she found her release through me.

My nipples throbbed lightly and as I stood up, my lacey dress slid over my rear. My breasts settled back in to place and I liked the feel of the shifting mass.

"Thank you, baby. That was nice. This dildo is awesome. I'm just using the fuckey part today, but it sure did hit the sweet spot. Was it good for you, baby? I hope so, I hate to say it, but I almost forgot about your pleasure. Do guys do that? Work their cock in and out trying to come and forget about everything else? Do you do that? Sometimes, baby, I'm happy just to feel you ride me. I don't always come, but love your cock in me and making you come."

I smiled with understanding.

"Cheers, baby," I said and kissed her.

"C'mon girlfriend, we got some football to watch."

"I thought you said femmes only watched girly shows."

"Nah, you can be fem and watch sports. Besides, big game today, Barbie."

"I know."

"Okay, so you go get the fixings, make another pitcher of mimosas and hurry your sexy ass back in here."

In the kitchen I prepared the snacks. I was aroused the whole time. My bracelets tinkling, my flared sleeves and dress flowing, my dangly earrings and brilliant hair swinging, My breasts swaying. High heels altering my step. I registered all of these feminine sensations as I moved about the kitchen.

My arms brushed against my breasts as I reached for things. My nipples brushed against my lace dress. No, my fake nipples brushed against my lace dress and the clamp moving slightly on my nipple made it feel so real.

We sat on the coach in front of the television, sipping mimosas and watching the game. Lilla liked football, but it seemed to me an odd sight: Two chicks in sexy lingerie watching the game. Me in my sexy long sleeve lace dress that snuggled lightly against my C cup breasts then flared at the hips, sheer stockings, five inch stiletto fuck me pumps, tinkly bracelets, dangly earrings and dazzling deep purple wig. Lilla in her florescent green lace top with long flared sleeves, wide garter and sheer black stockings, sexy swishy black miniskirt, and her own pair of black five inch fuck me pumps. I was aroused the whole game.

After the game, I looked over at Lilla. So gorgeous. She gave me a dazzling smile and I wanted to make her happy. I reached under her skirt, bent the strap-on upright and made sure it was seated in the right spot. I still had lubrication in me from before but put a little more on the tip. I swung a leg over her and, looking into her loving, stunning eyes, settled down on her, all the way until I felt her thighs against me. She spread her legs a little and pushed up some. She was huge in me.

With my feet hooked over Lillas' spread knees, I rocked my hips, slid forward and back, moving the base against her. My cock grew hard as I ground against her. I worked the base of the strap-on against her and she leaned back, closed her eyes and smiled.

"That's nice, baby. Feels real good," Lilla softly said.

I felt so full back there as I rocked my hips on her. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue parted her soft full lips and pushed in with love. My hair cascaded around us creating our special, private world where only the two of us existed while we kissed and kissed and kissed.

When we finally broke away Lilla cupped my breast, massaged me and fondled me. I felt weight shift, the tug of the clamp, not hard, but slightly pulling this way and that. Lilla bent forward and took licked my nipple through the lace. She pulled my dress off my shoulder and down below my breasts. I shrugged off the sleeves and my dress folded downward under my breasts. Lilla fondled and played with my breasts and I closed my eyes and enjoyed her touch. She took my nipple between her teeth and leaned back. My breast stretched after her. The string grew taught and the clamp bit. She pinched my nipple and I moaned. I ground against her and she played with my breasts and nipples. Lilla scooped my precum with two fingers, put them in my mouth and I sucked them as our eyes locked.

After a time, I leaned back, supported by my arms, my hands on the coffee table while I ground against her, her thick cock deep inside of me. Looking down between my naked breasts, I watched Lilla stroke my cock with her small hand, smile, lean forward, and take me into her mouth.

She sucked me and used her hand on me as I rocked my pelvis against her, looked down between my shapely bare breasts and watched her gorgeous red hair sway. The feeling was overwhelming, so much pleasure front and back. She sucked me and I pulled my nipple and felt the sting of the clamp as I came. Lilla reached up, put a hand behind my neck and pulled me to her. As our tongues collided I tasted salty come and I moaned while she swirled her tongue around mine. As we kissed I couldn't help it, I had to feel it, and rose up and down on her cock, felt that wonderful thickness slide over and over that spot. I moaned into her mouth.

I settled and ground against her on and on, watching her breath faster and harder until she grabbed my hips and peaked and came and came and came.

I stayed on her, hugged her, my face nuzzled in her gorgeous red locks, covered now by my dazzling deep purple hair. I finally eased off of her and said, "That was nice, sweety, that was lovely," kissed her and went to freshen up a little in my five inch stiletto fuck me pumps and swaying feminine things.

And the day wore on. We sipped mimosas, watched television, read, and lounged about in our lacy girly clothes. She made me practice walking in my five inch fuck me pumps. She had me deep throat her some and I was a bit stunned to find I could do it with ease now. Before our romantic candlelight dinner she had me lean over the kitchen island on my elbows, flipped up my lacey skirt and took me one more time. I loved feeling my dangly earrings tugging, my fabulous hair swishing, and especially my breasts swaying with Lilla's powerful thrusts that caressed that sweet spot inside of me. That pressure built a bit, but we groaned and laughed and had to stop when the oven timer went off.

After dinner, Lilla took me upstairs, took off my dress and put a stretchy black lace chemise on me. It had spaghetti straps, plunging neckline and came down to just below my rear. She took me to the bathroom so I could see myself in the mirror. I was stunning. Lilla put on a black lace bra that matched the wide garter belt and sheer scalloped top hose. She had connected the two dildo parts and was wearing it.

We stood by the bed and kissed. We parted and Lilla pushed gently downward on my shoulder. I dropped to my knees and raised my hand, bracelets tinkling, held her steady and took her in my velvet mouth, the movement of the dildo made her moan. My tongue swirled around the head once, then I plunged deep, back up. I looked up at her, my eyes blazing, gave a small nod.

Lilla ran her fingers along the side of my head through my dazzling dark purple almost shoulder length hair. She curled her fingers, gripped my hair in her hands, and fucked my mouth, hard.

I practiced what I'd learned as she thrust deeply, my nose against her, then back out, again and again. My earrings swinging wildly. She held me to her and sat on the edge of the bed, her hands held my hair, thrust her hips as she could, moved my head down and up while I made small sounds. She grabbed the hair at the back of my head with one hand, reached down and fondled my breasts and pulled my nipples, making me groan with the bite of the clamps. She fucked my mouth and kneaded my cock with her foot. She fucked my mouth, pulled on my nipples and stroked my cock with her foot until she came with a sharp moaning sound.

Lilla pulled out of my mouth and pulled me up against the edge of the mattress, pushed my torso down on the bed, my cock hard down the side of the bed, and stabbed into me from behind, making me cry out.

"Yeah, baby, do it, fuck me hard, make me come," I rasped as she pinned my hips against the mattress edge, again and again, over and over, my outstretched hands clutching the bedspread, the press of my breasts under me. That incredible pressure was building and building. Her sweat was dripping on my back when that glorious pressure peaked and I finally cried out, my body went limp while she rode on. She hammered into me for some time more and finally came with a guttural moan.

She collapsed on my back, her cock slowly disengaging, hugged me. I reached back with one hand to cradle and rub her neck, said in a soft voice, "Muy caliente, bambino, muchas gracias."

"De nada, mi amor. I wasn't too hard on you, was I, baby?"

"No baby, when I'm in the mood, I love you to use me hard. I wouldn't like it all the time, but sometimes, ooh la la!" I said, as we replayed our Friday night start. I squirmed out from under her. "Come up here, baby, and lay on your back."

She lay down and I straddled her, looked into her eyes as I took her inside, a small smile escaped as I descended. I lay on her, breast to breast, kissed her, snuggled my head against her hair and sighed, her arms around me. In this way, we slowly ground to a lovely finale.

"I love you, baby."

Softly, "I love you, too, babydoll. This has been a lot of fun for us, hasn't it, baby. Your hair's not gonna grow back for a few weeks. What do you think, baby? Should we have some more of this fun? I know you'd li-ike it."

"Mmm, it has been pretty fun. More fun than I thought it would be. Sure, I guess so. But it's gonna be hard to top this weekend."

"Wanna bet?" she said as I turned the light out.