I stood admiring myself in the full-length mirror. The gal at the beauty shop did a wonderful job with my hair; the auburn curls lightly cascaded over my shoulders and danced on the black straps of my brassiere. I quietly sighed as I felt the satiny softness of the brassiere's cups in my hands. Running my hands down to my hips, I made some last-minute adjustments to the matching garter belt and panty, and tugged the black lace-top stockings a little further up my thigh. My freshly-coifed hair partially covered my dangling gold earrings, and the gold necklace shone brightly against my neck. The gold bangles around my wrists jingled lightly, adding to my excitement as I slid my favorite set of rings on to my fingers. Kneeling down, I slipped on my favorite ankle bracelet; a thin gold chain with Deborah Elizabeth inscribed on a narrow plate. Wearing it always made me feel so sultry!

Stepping into my four-inch heels, I heard the knock at my door! My God! It was time already! My heart beat faster as I quickly threw on my knee-length silk robe, knotting the belt around my waist as I scampered to the door. I paused with my hand on the door handle, catching my breath. My red nails stood out in contrast to the shiny brass of the knob. Anxiously, I called out, "Who is it?"

"It's me." I silently gasped in ecstasy at the sound of Chrissy's soft reply.

I had fantasized about Chrissy making love to me ever since I first laid eyes on that Amazonian goddess. At 6'5" she stood almost a half foot taller than me; and her days of high school basketball had left her with a muscle tone that made me quiver in ecstasy just thinking about her embrace. Whenever she stepped into my gaze, I was always amazed that someone so tall and muscular could still have such a soft, feminine beauty. But Chrissy did; and her soft blue eyes, wavy shoulder-length brown hair, and firm round breasts inflamed my passions every time I thought of her.

For over a year I had secretly yearned for her loving touch; and when a mutual friend had told me of her bisexuality, I nearly fainted from my pangs of desire. I knew my dreams would soon be coming true: Chrissy longed for both the masculine and the feminine, and I could give her both! My crossdressing heart was pounding at the thought of consummation, and I could feel Chrissy's loving embrace surround me then and there!

A discrete invitation was conveyed, and I soon received the following note from Chrissy:

. . . I am flattered by the invitation for your affections! I have often wondered if your bed is as soft and warm and loving as your feminine curves; and I am enthralled that I shall soon discover the answer to that question! I do hope that you might find some time for me this Friday evening; for I so look forward to tasting your gentle masculinity . . .

Now that moment was at hand! Opening the door, I was stunned by Chrissy's radiant beauty. I had always considered Chrissy very attractive, but tonight she was even more stunning! Chrissy was breath-takingly sexy in a full-length black lace dress that hugged her muscular, yet feminine, curves; and a single strand of pearls accented the fullness of her beautiful breasts. The soft brown waves of her hair were feathered back from her face; and the newly-added blonde highlights seemed to glow in the softness of the hall lights.

Smiling at me, Chrissy stepped inside the door and took my hands in hers. She leaned forward slightly and gently kissed me on the lips. Blushing, I looked down at my feet. As tall as she was, I saw that she was wearing heels also. I felt an inward sense of gratification; I have always felt there is nothing sexier than a woman in heels, and Chrissy was no exception. The five-inch spikes made her even more taller than me, and Chrissy's dominance over me made my attraction to her grow even more. Now, more than ever, I wanted to be Chrissy's girl!

Still holding hands, I pulled Chrissy all the way inside and closed the door. I smiled and asked her if she would like some wine. She nodded yes. I let go and turned and walked into the kitchen. I could hear the clicking of her heels as she followed behind me.

I took a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. With my back to Chrissy, I began pouring the wine into a pair of glasses already out on the counter. I heard the rustle of Chrissy's dress and felt her hands softly caress my shoulders. I set the glasses back down on the counter as Chrissy ran her hands up and down the soft silky sleeves of the robe. Chrissy was forced to move forward to reach the ends of my arms, and I soon felt her body pressing against my backside. Turned on by the feel of her body pressing against mine, I stepped backwards into Chrissy's embrace and wrapped her arms around my midriff. Now completely in her embrace, I tightly pressed my body against her as she pushed herself forward into me. I began to moan as her muscular arms clasped me tighter; and my knees weakened as I felt the bulk of her firm body envelope me.

Chrissy began nuzzling my ear, and in my excitement I began rocking myself back and forth in her arms. Aching for a taste of my new lover, I turned in Chrissy's gentle embrace to face her. Wrapping my arms around Chrissy's shoulders and head, I drew her mouth to mine for a long, wet french kiss. Driven by my burning desire, I hungrily explored Chrissy's mouth with my tongue.

Grasping my ass firmly with her hands, Chrissy drew me even tighter into her body. Slowly I began easing a leg between her thighs. Aroused by the muscular clench of Chrissy's thighs I began riding her leg. I rode her higher and higher, and soon my leg was jammed tightly against her crotch. In return, Chrissy slowly inserted her leg between mine; and soon I felt the firmness of her Amazonian limb begin pushing against my rock-hard cock. I squeezed my legs around Chrissy's thigh and began rubbing my crotch harder against her. I felt my face grow flush as my panty-encased manhood was pressed tighter against the textured lace of her dress. Chrissy responded to the pressure of my cock by tightening her grip on me, and soon she was rubbing herself against my thigh in a steady, rhythmic motion.

Still riding her luscious thigh, I reached up and began playing with the her silky mane. The softness of Chrissy's beautiful tresses was matched by the softness of her probing tongue, which I had hungrily taken into my mouth. Chrissy's silken tresses flowed through my fingers as I allowed my hands to wander down her neck, and then along the chiseled muscles of her shoulders. Fumbling about, I soon found the zipper to the back of Chrissy's dress. I worked the zipper down past her shoulder blades, just enough to allow me to pull the dress off her shoulders and breasts. Tracing my fingertips along the straps of Chrissy's brassiere, I gently moved my hands down to the firm twin mounds of her breasts. Holding the cups of her brassiere gently in my hands, I softly began to massage Chrissy's beautiful tits. The supple curves fit perfectly in the palms of my hands, and I soon felt Chrissy's nipples begin to protrude through the silky fabric that encased them.

The hardness of Chrissy's nipples made me hungry for a taste of her fleshy orbs, and I gently pulled a bra strap down off her shoulder. I could feel my cock throb as I gazed at her now-exposed breast. I slowly massaged the outside of Chrissy's mound as I tickled her hardened nipple with my tongue. Softly moaning, Chrissy ran her fingers through my hair as she drew my head all the way down on to her breast. At first I focused my attention on the nipple; but the taste of her flesh ignited my carnal hunger, and soon I was cramming as much of her tit into my mouth as I could.

I began taking her breast in and out of my mouth as if I were giving head. I was so consumed by my fire for Chrissy's flesh that if she had a cock, I would have sucked it then and there. While Chrissy may not have had a cock for me, I knew that as her girl my proper place was on my knees. I withdrew my mouth from her breast and guided her around so that she could lean against the counter. After lowering myself to my knees, I began massaging Chrissy's long and beautiful legs through her dress. Reaching underneath her dress I continued my massage as my hands slowly stroked the silkiness of her stockings; moving my hands up the back of her legs, I gently began to knead Chrissy's nice, firm ass. Burrowing my face into the lace of the dress covering her crotch I could smell Chrissy's building excitement. I took one of my hands from Chrissy's butt and pressed it against the wet crotch of her panty.

Chrissy was burning with desire, and we both knew a hand was not going to be enough. Chrissy pulled the edge of her skirt up over her waist, baring the entire length of her awesome legs. I carefully tugged at Chrissy's panty; and my hands drank in every square inch of her luscious legs as I slowly dragged her moistening underwear down to her feet. Chrissy stepped out of her panty, and I gently spread her thighs apart. Wrapping my fingers around the straps of her garter belt, I slid my face in between her thighs. The smell of her loving cunt made heady, and my tongue began lapping up her flowing juices. I moaned audibly at the taste of Chrissy's love, and my aching cock felt like it was going to explode with its load right there in my panty.

Chrissy began moaning as well, and she reached down and began softly stroking my tangled mane of hair. I unwrapped my hands from around Chrissy's garter belt and pulled my head away from her loins. Sliding my hands inside Chrissy's firm thighs I gently began to split open Chrissy's steaming muff. Chrissy was panting for breath, and managed to blurt out, "Oh God, Deborah, eat me!", as she dug her fingers into my hair and guided my head back to her dripping pussy.

My tongue was inside her magic slit now, and her juices poured into my mouth and down my chin like a river out of control. My tongue went deeper and deeper inside her, and her moans changed to shouts of pleasure and anticipation

With my face already squeezed tight against her quivering vagina, Chrissy began rhythmically thrusting her crotch into my face; and I knew her special moment would soon be at hand. Chrissy's body stiffened like a tin soldier and she let out a high-pitched choking sound. Then, a searing wave of her vaginal juices shot in my face as she screamed out in her throes of ecstasy, "Oh god yeesss! Ohhhh goddddd yeeesssss! I'm cummmmminnngggg! God yes I'm cummmmmingggg!!!" Chrissy's body trembled uncontrollably , but I managed to keep my face planted between her thighs and continued to hungrily lap up the ebbing tide that flowed from her quivering pussy.

Chrissy's orgasm faded and her breathing became more relaxed. I could feel the tension in her arms and legs begin to dissipate as she absently-mindedly stroked my soft tresses. I disengaged myself from between Chrissy's thighs and stood up; taking her into my arms I clenched her firm body tightly against me, trying to absorb what little afterglow she was still experiencing. Chrissy kissed me gently, and whispered for me to lead the way to the bedroom.

Taking her hands in my mine, I lead Chrissy out of the kitchen. I felt as if I was walking on air as I led her down the short hallway to the bedroom door. Chrissy opened the door for me and followed me through into the darkness. Leaving her momentarily , I struck a match and lit the candles on the bedstand; their flames danced on the bright brass of the bed frame. I turned to look at my lover; Chrissy's dress sagged off her shoulders, and she was till flush with color from her orgasm. Moving to her, I wrapped my arms around her neck and we exchanged an exceptionally wet french kiss. As our spittle dribbled down my chin, I drew my hands down Chrissy's back and began working the zipper the rest of the way down. Chrissy pulled away and helped me work her dress down off her hips, and the lace made a quiet splash as the dress fell to the floor.

Reaching to my waist, Chrissy undid the sash on my robe. As the robe fell open, Chrissy began to massage my breasts through my brassiere. Clasping my hands over hers, I gently guided one of her hands down to the throbbing bulge in my panties. I moaned softly as she began rubbing up and down on the silken outline of my cock.

After massaging my member for a few minutes, Chrissy slid my robe and gently guided me to the bed. Laying me down in the middle of the bed, Chrissy laid her firm body down atop of mine and wrapped her muscular arms around my torso. I laid back and shuddered with pleasure as the weight of her beautiful body gently pressing down on me sent an erotic charge tingling throughout my flesh. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders I pulled Chrissy tighter into our embrace. Again, our tongues sought out one another; and we allowed our legs to intertwine as we shared our wet kisses.

Chrissy's gentle seduction of me made me feel so feminine! I was Chrissy's girl and she was never going to let me go! I was in rapture as her weight continued to press against me, and my hands explored the sculptured muscles of her shoulders and back. Our kisses flowed for over an hour, and I felt like was going to explode from all the passion building in me. But I was not going to complain, it just felt so good to have my lover guide me through our erotic dance.

While Chrissy enjoyed playing the masculine lead, her soaking panties testified to her growing feminine desires. Chrissy rolled off me and gently freed my manhood from its silken sheath. Cradling my balls in her hand, Chrissy took me into her mouth and began lubricating my rock-hard shaft with her saliva. After making sure my cock was dripping with her spit, Chrissy pulled off her own panty and straddled my waist and gently guided my cockhead to her welcoming opening; and a dream-like gaze spread across her face as she slowly lowered herself on to me.

I gasped for breath as I felt the steamy heat of her cunt envelope me. The silky texture of Chrissy's pussy walls sent shivers through my spine as she slowly began raising and lowering herself on my rigid cock. I began stroking the fronts of Chrissy's thighs while softly whispering words of encouragement . . . "Yeesss Chrissy, that's right . . . Ooooh yes, take me in you! Oooooh yessss, lover, ride me . . ."

Reaching up from her thighs, I grabbed Chrissy's arms to bring her forward to me until I could reach out and hold her firm breasts in my hands. Still encased in the brassiere, Chrissy's titties felt like silk-covered melons. My gentle massage caused Chrissy's hardening nipples to protrude through the fabric; and I began rolling them between my finger tips. This excited Chrissy even more, and she quickened the tempo of her rise and fall on my cock.

Chrissy had cum once already and was well on her way to cumming again; but I knew that if I didn't get any relief soon my balls were going to explode! I grabbed Chrissy's arms and pulled her forward and down towards me. As Chrissy flattened out her ability to ride me decreased, but it gave me the opportunity to control the tempo through the thrusting of my aching cock. I grabbed Chrissy's ass in my hands to pull her in tight and began driving her hard and deep. The deepening slams turned on Chrissy even more, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and slipped me her tongue.

I could feel the pressure in my cock begin to build, and I knew I was going to shoot my wad real soon. I didn't want to cum alone though, so I slowed down and listened for Chrissy's breathing. Her breaths were quickening, but she wasn't quite there yet. I slowed my pace down, and to help Chrissy along I began moving my hips in a circular motion, making my cock churn around inside her sweet pussy.

My gyrations were having their desired effect, and Chrissy's breathing became a series of short gasps. While I wanted Chrissy to cum with me, the tension in my dick became unbearable! I quit my gyrations and began driving her hard again. Chrissy's gasping for breath was soon replaced by a long, mournful cry of anticipation! With what little breath she had left, Chrissy began to whisper in my ear, "Make me cum! Oooohh godddddd! Make me cummmmm! . . . ." Soon my cries of passion became intermingled with Chrissy's . . .

I knew I couldn't hold it any more! I jammed myself hard into Chrissy's creamy passage and the cum exploded out of my cock! Chrissy felt my wad splatter inside her, and she let out a full-throated shout of ecstasy as her orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt . . . "Oooohhhhh Goddddddd Yesssssss!" Chrissy was cumming so hard she began to shake the bed. I was far from done, and I kept thrusting my rock-hard shaft as quickly as I could. Each thrust brought forth another steaming-hot rocket shot of my jism; and with each spurt, Chrissy shuddered even harder.

And then I was through . . .

I collapsed like a rag doll, gasping for air. Chrissy was still going, but I could tell she was at the tail-end of her orgasm. As her final throws played themselves out, Chrissy gently rested her entire weight down on top of me, and I could hear her labored breathing in my ear. My cock was still enveloped in her moist pussy, but I could feel it begin to soften. We didn't say anything, we just laid there in each other's arms. I was Chrissy's best girl, and I knew she would be back for more . . . .

© 1996 Deborah Elizabeth Bender & Michelle Johnson