Mare's Tales - Chapter 28 - by: Beverly Taff

Despite it being summer, we arrived in San Francisco in a cold dense
fog. To get around the passport problems Bernadette had simply cropped
her hair short and worn a thick sloppy sweater to cover her breasts.
Until we picked up the new passports she was still registered on my
passport as a male child. Her disguise was adequate and she looked like
an adolescent boy as she attended to the sails. Our boat drifted
silently through the mist like a ghost.

Immigration and customs were dealt with quickly this time because of
the previous precedents and our arrival in the cold damp early morning
mist at Fisherman's Wharf was uneventful. The documentation was quickly
completed and we removed the boat to a remote private pier belonging to
one of Margaret's friends further down the bay. This pier belonged to
the large house with grounds that fronted the bay and it provided
complete privacy. Some of Margaret's friends from her college days
had become very successful and they lived communally in the huge
rambling house.

This time our arrival had been achieved with little publicity and we
were ready for the sights of San Francisco. Margaret's old college
friends were overjoyed to see her and we were also enthralled to meet
them for they were three of the prettiest feminine lesbians I had ever
clapped eyes on.

They were intrigued by the centaurs and couldn't resist every
opportunity to indulge in some new experience. Thus for the first few
days we were more or less confined to the huge house. During these
carefree days we organised the special transport for the centaurs and
eventually we were taken all around the west coast from Canada to
Mexico. We spent several delightful weeks as we toured the Rockies
getting to know Margaret's various friends more intimately as we were
passed from group to group.

I particularly fell for a delightful girl called Debbie. She was a
vivacious professional dancer in her early twenties and she responded
happily to my advances.

It all started after a couple of weeks touring. We had been on a
particularly energetic hike in the mountains and everybody was hot and
tired. I was taking a refreshing shower in my mobile home when I
suddenly felt a soft gentle pair of hands caressing my derriere. My
back was to the shower door and I let out a little squeak of surprise
as the delicate fingers gently slid up and around my body to cup my
breasts and softly tweak my nipples.

Nervously, I reached down like a surprised young maid to cover my
genitals. I wasn't sure what to expect but then a soft pair of lips
started kissing the small of my back. Whoever it was knew exactly where
my erotic spots were. Helplessly I arched my back as the soft educated
mouth slowly nibbled its knowing way to the nape of my neck. Gently the
teeth gripped my neck and I couldn't help but settle submissively
against the unknown body with my neck softly presented like a
submissive mare.

"Who is it?" I whispered as one of the hands slowly descended down my
front.

"Never mind. Just enjoy the fun."

I didn't recognise the whispered voice and I stiffened slightly with
fright.

"Relax chick. I ain' gonna' hurt yuh."

I attempted to turn but the remaining hand tightened its grip on my
nipple to resist my attempts. I gasped with a mixture of pleasure and
pain then resumed my submissive posture. My vulnerable stance was
accentuated as she insinuated knee between my legs to lever them apart
from behind. I let out a little moan of nervous delight as I made
certain that the body behind me was female. There was no stiff cock
attached to the tummy pressing into my buttocks and two stiff turgid
nipples were pressing hard against my shoulder blades. No vicious male
had attacked me and I relaxed as the soft voice instructed.

I tried to turn my head, but the teeth gripping my neck prevented me.
I was forced to remain standing with my bum pressing against the soft
female tummy as I wondered what was in store for me.

My nervous hands were still covering my masculinity but the free hand
of my visitor had now slipped down the cleft of my buttocks and gently
reached under my bum to probe around my cunny. Automatically my legs
parted further as the fingers gently stroked and squeezed my
supersensitive cunny lips before probing further up my sex. Who ever
the mystery girl was, she knew full well about my supersensitive cunny
lips and her fingers repeatedly alternated between probing my pussy and
gently caressing the soft damp lips.

Her erect nipples were now pressing hard against my shoulder blades and
began to feel a distinct scratching feeling. I was puzzled slightly by
this sensation and gave a little questioning whimper as my shoulder
blades twitched.

"D'yuh like that?" questioned the voice as the knowledgeable fingers
slowly raised my sexual pitch.

"Mmmm!" I gasped as I rubbed my shoulder blades against the strange
sensations of the rough nipples.

"Don't worry little lady," giggled the voice a little too maliciously I
thought. "It's just that my nipples are pierced and there are little
rings in them."

"Mmmm, that's delicious," I murmured as kinky thoughts caused my cunny
to twitch and dampen with further anticipation.

Who ever this woman was, she really knew how to turn someone on. My
incongruously large cock started to stiffen and break free from my
half-hearted attempts to constrain it. The knowledgeable fingers
detected the damp twitching of my cunny and slowly probed further
forward to locate the anticipated clitty. I squirmed with nervous
pleasure as the searching hands groped ever closer to my prick. I had
no idea if the owner of the hands knew what I was and I tensed with
anticipation.

Eventually the tantalising fingers suddenly located the hard stiff
roots of my pleasure. The gentle squeeze caused me to release my
rampant organ and it sprouted firmly up from my loins. I anticipated
a squeal of surprise or terror but my expectations were completely
stymied as my visitor let out a little giggle of pleasure and whispered
in my ear,

"Maggie told me to prepare for a surprise but I never expected you to
have both bits; and such pronounced bits to boot! What's it like being
able to swing both ways for real?"

I was still perplexed by the girl's identity. She obviously knew
Margaret but I couldn't, for the life of me, work out who she was. I
decided I would tease her a little as punishment for her surprise
attack.

"I bet you'd really like to know."

"You can bet your sweet life I would. Which sex d'yuh prefer to be- boy
or girl?"

"That depends." I replied coquettishly.

"On what?" demanded the girl as she squeezed my rigid organ.

"That won't get you the answer. I've got no balls there to for you to
hurt."

"Damn!" muttered the girl as she groped for somewhere to hurt me. I
squirmed and whimpered as her frustrated fingers fiddled and groped
with my crotch. Eventually her searching stopped and she resumed
holding my rampant organ as she spoke again.

"O.K, then my little hermaphrodite so I can't hurt you down there; but
you must still have a preference?"

"Not necessarily. That's what being a hermaphrodite means. I'm
hermaphrodite in my head as well as my body. It depends on who I'm with
and how I feel towards them at the time."

She grunted with dissatisfaction before releasing her grip and slowly
turning me around to get a good look at my arrangements. She kept her
head down so that I couldn't see her face and her wet hair gave no clue
as to her identity in the half light of the shower. She asked the usual
questions and I gave the usual tired replies. Eventually she stood up
and I recognised her as I got a good look at her face.

"So what's new Debbie?" I asked, "Looking for something really
unusual?"

For an answer she gently towed me out of the shower and started
toweling me down. She was only wearing her panties but they were wet
with all the splashing and they revealed more that they hid. My organ
remained stiff with anticipation for she was an extremely attractive
girl. Once dry, she grasped my organ and gently pulled me onto the bed.
I co-operated willingly for she was every boys' dream come true and my
cock was now rock hard with urgency. Hurriedly, she tugged her panties
off and our breasts squashed together as she guided my cock with her
hand.

"I've got something for you to put on," she whispered.

I stiffened nervously but she hugged me gently and softly kissed my
lips.

"It wont hurt, it's just a little cock ring."

"O.K., but be careful," I agreed.

I shivered with delight as her delicate fingers manipulated the ring
over my bursting cock. I felt the rubber stretch around my girth and my
hips thrusted gently as the ring tightened slightly around the base of
my erection. Deftly she guided my cock and rubbed it against her stiff
little clitty. I gasped slightly as I felt the hard metal ring in her
pierced nub as it flipped against my cock ring.

Although I would not have believed it my cock seemed to become even
harder and larger as my cock-ring felt even tighter. Finally it was so
tight that I could hardly budge it. I twitched with nervous delight as
I envisioned a night with a permanent erection with this delightful
girl. She shifted her hips and pressed the hard nub of her clitty
against the base of my cock and I thrusted slowly as I manoeuvred my
organ for action. I gently tried to shift my cock to enter her soaking
pussy. There was a light click as our rings pressed together again and
I found my cock ring snagged against her clitty ring.

"Hold on a bit Deb's," I giggled, "Our rings are tangled or something.
Can you see to undo them?"

"That's O.K., Bev. I'll sort them out. Just do as I direct."

Her hand reached down under her bum and I felt it fiddling with the
tangled rings. It tickled a bit and I couldn't help giggling.

"There!" she said finally, "Try it now."

I tried to manoeuvre my cock again but it was firmly stuck in the ring.
If anything it felt even tighter and I twitched nervously. No matter
how I moved I could not get free from Debbie's pussy. I realised that
we were somehow firmly stuck together. The ring felt a little tighter
and I squeaked with surprise. No matter how I tried to move my cock,
the ring trapped me.

I tried to reach down to free it myself but Debbie simply thrust her
pubis against the ring and I felt her little nub begin to harden
against my cock. For the first time I realised that the two rings were
somehow locked together and I was now helplessly locked and pinned with
my cock hard against her clitty. Every time she thrust her hips her
stiff little clitty rubbed against my cock so that she enjoyed some
delicious sensations whilst the ring squeezed delightfully into my
cock.

I whimpered and giggled as she squirmed around so that her clitty
ground itself against my cock. But it was useless my trying to escape;
I was pinned like a butterfly against a board.

Debbie's expression changed from a soft smile to one of delicious
malice as she stretched and tantalised the organ that was giving her so
much pleasure. Now the ring was becoming a little too tight. I finally
realised that she was a lesbian who was mildly sadistic. She enjoyed
inflicting pain on a penis whilst simultaneously gratifying her own
needs with it.

The fact that my pain also helped to bring her off served only to
reinforce her cruel fantasies. My poor cock was now beginning to suffer
as she violently thrashed and bucked her way to an ecstatic orgasm.
Her screams of pleasure drowned out my wails and her orgasm exploded
through her body twanging her every nerve ending with the delicious
sensations of pleasure-pain and domination that she found so enjoyable.

I was whimpering and squeaking like a trapped rabbit for with every
twist and turn she made, I was forced to follow like a totally
subjected slave. It was that or risk having my poor cock torn off.

Somehow or other, her ring was rigidly bolted internally to her pubic
bone so that she didn't feel any cutting or ripping. The ring was also
on a swivel that allowed her to twist and turn without damaging her own
sensitive flesh. 'Another example of Margaret's fiendish surgery!' I
surmised. I had never come across anything like it before and I was now
frightened by the power that Debbie was able to wield over me.

Finally she subsided from her orgasm and her writhing body fell into a
calm repose. I was still forced to follow her every move however
because of the tight cruel gadget gripping my tortured member. I lay
upon her heaving chest with our nipples crushed together as she
recovered her composure.

Eventually, as her stentorian breaths subsided, she swiveled around so
that I was now underneath her. A cruel little smile played on her lips
as her eyes sparkled with pleasure.

"Now my little boy-girl. What does it feel like to have a proper woman
in total control, eh?"

I blubbered submissively as the vicious ring bit deep into the tortured
flesh of my rock hard cock.

The rubber covering of the ring ensured that it was not so sharp as to
cut into my cock nor so tight as to entirely block off the blood,
however, the metal core of the ring ensured that enough constriction
remained to reduce the return flow of blood and thus ensure a permanent
erection; even against my will. As long as my erection remained I was
thus locked into the ring and no effort of my own could free me. Debbie
was thus right in her claim that 'she was in total control'.

As she sat astride me she gently started to 'frot' her clitty against
the underside of my erection. The ring simply dug into my cock and
tugged it angrily with each thrust she made. What ever she did or
however she moved, I was forced to follow her motions to the inch or
suffer more pain in my organ.

She stared into my tearful eyes with a malicious gloating expression of
complete victory spread across her face as she started to enjoy another
powerful orgasm. This time her squeals of delight attracted the
attentions of Margaret and Jane who were in the next van. They knocked
on the door just as Debbie was erupting into a tumultuous orgasm and I
let out a wail of grief at the pain.

"Bev! What's the matter?" called Margaret.

"Mags! Help me, she's hurting me Ooww! Ooww!" I wailed.

"Debbie! What's going on in there? What are you doing?" demanded
Margaret urgently.

"Enjoying a real cock!" crowed Debbie victoriously.

"We're coming in. It sounds as though you're murdering her," shouted
Jane.

"By all means. Come in," cackled Debbie, "Come in and see my new cock."

With that, Debbie leant forward and dipped her fingers into a pot of
face cream at the top on my bedside table. She reached down and smeared
the cream around my cock ring carefully probing and working the cream
under the ring. I gasped with relief, as the ring slipped round, but it
was still too tight to slip off. I could turn my cock in the ring but
the groove around my tortured flesh prevented the ring from slipping up
or down. I was still trapped in the ring by my erection. Debbie then
quickly swiveled around and lifted her thighs over my prone body so
that she was now facing my feet.

I squeaked as the ring twisted around my rigid organ. The cream
however, prevented any cutting and Debbie now sat astride me with her
delectable rounded derriere astride my tummy.

"Right," she whispered hoarsely, "Get up carefully until we are both
standing."

Nervously I sat up and lowered my legs over the side of my bed. As I
maneuvered carefully, Debby simply lowered her legs and landed her feet
on the floor. We were now standing with me tight behind her whilst my
engorged cock stuck out from her loins just like a natural organ. My
tummy was drawn tight against her derriere whilst her stiff little
clitty was now embedded firmly against the rigid back of my cock. She
twitched with pleasure and her soft derriere rotated as it ground
against my tummy.

I gasped with pleasant surprise for it was not as painful as I had
envisaged. My extraordinarily long penis allowed for the distance under
her crotch whilst still jutting out with an acceptable three or four
inches. Debbie gave a little sigh and reached down to gently squeeze
her new cock. I let out a soft sigh of submissive pleasure as she
gently teased the sensitive glans. My nipples hardened with excitement
and they pressed themselves into her shoulder blades. Debbie gently
arched her back and squirmed softly against my engorged nipples.

"Come on," she giggled, "let's open the door."

We shuffled forward and released the catch. The door swung open to
reveal Margaret and Jane standing anxiously outside. Their worried
expressions changed to mirth as they beheld the incongruous sight of
Debbie with an erect penis peeping demurely from her pubis. They gaped
for a moment before they realised that it was not a realistic dildo,
but a real cock, -my cock. They did not however, notice the tight
little ring for this was hidden in Debbie's' curly thatch. It looked
for the entire world that Debbie had sprouted a beautiful four-inch
cock.

Margaret giggled at the vision and licked her lips with anticipation.
As she stepped up into the van I noticed a distinct twitch of her
thighs as she squeezed them together. Jane also realised the situation
and made her excuses. Her cock was obviously redundant. Margaret
whispered in Debbie's' ear but I was so close that I heard every word.

"Well, Debbie my love, your dearest wish has come true. You've got a
splendid cock between your legs now and I'm here at your disposal."

Debbie sighed with pleasure and reached down to press my cock hard
against her excited little nubbin. Margaret was already unzipping her
jeans and they slithered to the floor over her silky tights. Debbie
eagerly helped her unbutton her blouse and quickly unclip her bra.
Within seconds, Margaret was naked before us.

Gently, she gripped Debbie's' 'penis' and towed her towards the bed.
Debbie gave a little gasp of pleasure as my cock rubbed against her
stiff little clitty. Our uncoordinated shuffling caused my cock to
bump and rub against her clitty and she started to mewl like a kitten.
She was slightly taller than me so I could not exactly see what was
happening but I soon felt the attentions of Margaret's knowing hands as
she backed onto the bed. I let out a little moan of pain as Debbie
climbed up onto the bed dragging me behind her. I almost lost my
footing but Margaret's helping hands carefully gripped my buttocks and
eased me up without further mishap.

Margaret now lay on her back with her thighs invitingly presented as
Debbie eagerly scrambled forward onto her. I felt a hand gently grip
Debbie's' 'prick' and guide it towards the dampening portals, of
Margaret's sex. Then I felt it being brushed gently against the soft
lips and swelling bud of Margaret's excited pussy.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I felt the warm soft ripple of cunny flesh
engulfing my cock as Debbie gently thrust her hips towards Margaret.
Margaret and Debbie gave little gasps as their swollen clitties
eventually kissed and joined in the age-old pleasure of lesbian love.
Debbie's hips began to rock gently as the cores of their sexuality
began to share the ecstasy. I could now feel two stiff swollen buds
urgently probing and massaging each other as they pressed against my
prick.

I pictured the two clitties like cushion fighters at the fair. Both sat
astride the log and pulverising each other with cushions. In this duel
however, nobody would fall off the log, -my cock.

Debbie continued mashing her clitty against Margaret's whilst I began
to feel the origins of an orgasm boiling up in my loins.

By rubbing their clitties together, both girls succeeded in exciting my
cock as we steadily moved towards a three-way simultaneous orgasm.
Sometimes Debbie was tugging my cock deeper into Margaret's slurping
maw and sometimes I was driving Debbie's clit hard against Margaret's
swollen nub. None of us could help but respond to this perverse
excitement as we started to sense each others impending crescendo.

Suddenly, I sensed a fourth behind me. I tried to turn but a pair of
soft hands gently gripped my head and I felt a soft rounded body gently
pressing against my buttocks. A pair of hands reached around my waist
and squeezed me tight to Debbie as a stiff little prick started to
probe against my rapidly dampening cunny.

It was Jane. She had decided to rejoin us. I had not heard the quiet
click of the lock or noticed Jane as she had crept into the bedroom.
She had been quietly watching us for some time as she became excited by
the idea. Attached as I was to Debbie, there was no way I could cover
my butt. Gently, Jane's rigid little organ inveigled itself into my
helplessly exposed cunny as her soft ripe breasts gently pressed
against my back. I had now become the filling in a 'four course
sandwich'. Debbie let out a little giggle as she realised what was
happening and chuckled softly.

"Well Bev, you really are swinging both ways now."

I twitched excitedly as Jane's familiar little organ finally lodged
itself in my sex. The penetration made me gasp with pleasure and
Margaret smiled as she stroked my cheek.

"This what you were really made for Bev. Enjoy it."

Margaret then spread her legs wide and wrapped her ankles around Jane's
knees to lock us tight together. Her urgent need now expressed itself
as she squashed the four of us together in her desperation to get more
of my cock into her hungry cunny. This served to crush Debbie's clit
against hers whilst simultaneously clawing another vital inch of my
cock into her desperate tube. Debbie responded by crushing her bud
harder against Margaret's whilst tugging demandingly against my organ.
As my organ was tugged back and for it caused my cunny lips to tighten
and relax which added additional enjoyment to Jane's pleasure. Thus we
coupled together like a loose-coupled freight train as our hips swayed
in and out of synchronisation.

Debbie started to orgasm first. The delicious friction of Margaret's
clitty and my prick against her bud was sending her over the edge. Her
warped mind was also enjoying the tugging and twisting of the swivel
ring attached to her pubic bone and the consequent pleasure-pain it was
causing to my cock. It assuaged her masochistic lesbian fantasies.

Despite my submissive situation and the constricting pain around my
cock I could not help but respond to the exquisite dual sensations of
Margaret's hungry cunny slurping and sucking at the tip of my organ and
Jane's busy little cock burrowing eagerly away in my love box. I was
discovering the spectacular sensations that only a transvestite
hermaphrodite could enjoy and I reveled in the complex sensations that
my body and mind were being blessed with.

Jane also drank deep of the cup of lust as she drove her rock-hard
little cock into the warm wet maw of my oversensitive cunny. Her stiff
little nipples were embedded in my back just as mine were in Debbie's.
Thus it was with a cacophony of grunts, moans and squeals of delight we
eventually spent ourselves in a splendid sexual quartet.

We did not orgasm simultaneously but we certainly orgasmed in a most
spectacular fashion. Whilst I cannot speak for the intensity of the
others I can certainly say that mine was one of the strangest and
intense I had ever experienced. It had run the whole gambit of male,
female and masochistic sensations thus fulfilling my combined
masculine feminine and submissive transvestite needs.

In later, more relaxed times, Margaret revealed to me that the whole
episode had been one of her more memorable occasions. The fantasy of
being screwed again by one of her old lovers whilst simultaneously
having my prick share the sensations had left her replete with
satisfaction.

Without a doubt though, Debbie was the greatest benefactor. She had
achieved several of her lifelong ambitions. A prick that she had total
control over without the complications of having to satisfy a male, a
sexual reunion with one of her earliest partners and a cock with which
to enjoy it, the subjugation of a male prick to satisfy her lesbian
masochistic tendencies and finally an orgy where she had essentially
the primary control over the others.

Jane had enjoyed the delicious pleasure of three other soft ripe
feminine bodies whilst indulging her prick in my vulnerable but
receptive pleasure pot. Unknown to Jane, her contributions had
instilled in me a delight and need to serve and yet be served
simultaneously. Her participation had awakened in me a deep primordial
urge that was to become a primary need whenever I was screwing in
company.

After recovering for a few minutes Jane gently eased her cock out of my
soaking cunny and bit me softly on the neck as an affectionate way of
saying thank you. I murmured softly and tried to turn and kiss her soft
red lips. This caused Debbie to twitch impatiently as my efforts tugged
my cock in the ring. The sharp pain brought me to my senses and it was
abundantly clear that I wasn't to make any moves or efforts without
Debbie's express say so.

Obediently I resumed my close embrace of Debbie's derriere and she
thrust my still rigid organ into Margaret's satiated cunny once more to
confirm her dominance. She then slowly withdrew my organ and climbed
carefully out of bed whilst gently grasping my prick so that the ring
did not tug. After her having established a form of dominance over
Margaret with my prick I was surprised by Debbie's unexpected
tenderness towards my cock.

"Why so thoughtful now?" I murmured.

She simply whispered over her shoulder. "I don't want to hurt my new
cock, do I?"

I mumbled my thankful agreement and pressed close behind her as she
indicated the loo. I also wanted to pee and shuffled gratefully behind
her as she marched us forward. I wondered how we were going to
accomplish the act without her releasing me. There was to be no escape
however. It was obvious that at some earlier juncture, Margaret had
briefly described my bodily arrangements and Debbie had already worked
out how to accomplish this other bodily function.

Debbie was a dancer by profession and still very supple. In the loo she
simply kicked her leg up to her shoulder and deftly swiveled around to
face me as she reached down and twisted the ring around my cock. I now
faced her with my erection sprouting up between our tummies. She then
gracefully lowered her lifted leg and stood facing me with a look of
complete victory on her face. The ring had now formed a distinct groove
in my cock and twisted around with ease whist still preventing my cock
from slipping out.

The pleasure of being closely attached to her delicious body was
tempered by my still being in thrall to her perverted needs. She was
slightly taller than me and tended to domineer my slight feminine
frame. With malicious pleasure she gently grasped my largish breasts
and tweaked my responsive nipples. I gasped with pleasure as she
compared my rounded feminine globes with her own smaller flatter
glands. A brief flicker of envy crossed her face chased by a sly smile.

"You are a strange one aren't you; what with these, this and that?"

She gently touched each of my primary characteristics as she spoke and
I sagged slightly at the knees as my body responded. She smiled again
and reached under my arms.

"Never mind, my little pet. I'll look after you for now."

A nervous shudder wracked my frame as I pondered the meaning of her
words. She spoke again as she turned my back to the toilet pan and
hoisted herself up to wrap her thighs around mine.

"Now sit down slowly and we'll both be able to pee."

Cautiously I lowered my bum onto the seat and gingerly spread my
thighs. She simply followed me down until her widely parted legs were
settled over my lap. I realised that she and Margaret must have
discussed my bodily structure intimately because Debbie was quite right
about the arrangement. I settled comfortably on the seat and relieved
myself as my pee escaped from my urethra behind my cock. Debbie gave a
sly smile and gently levered my thighs wider with her hands as she let
go. The double splash was noisy and I could imagine Margaret and Jane
smiling. Her urine passed out behind her swivel ring and down between
my thighs.

Ruefully I reflected how simple the arrangement was. Whoever sat on
the seat, the other simply had to sit on their lap and our urine could
escape without soiling either of us. It was obvious that we were to
remain attached until such time as Debbie tired of the whole game.
That seemed a long way away for she was definitely enjoying the set-up.

We finished and Debbie wiped us both dry then we carefully stood. She
gracefully repeated the trick with her leg between us again and
swiveled my cock in its ring as she turned her back to me. Then she
lowered her leg again and I was back behind her being towed by my
erection firmly lodged against her clitty. With her soft bum cheeks
gyrating against my tummy she towed me into the shower and we shared a
delicious soaking as we teased each other's erogenous spots.

The groove in my cock was becoming established now and the ring was
becoming less painful. The groove however meant that the ring now
fitted around my cock like a tyre on wheel rim. Tere was no way my cock
could escape unless I lost my -by now, seemingly permanent- erection.

I was still a little nervous about this but the delicious friction of
Debbie's soft rounded buttocks and sensuous dancer's body more than
compensated for my fears. For a fleeting few moments I forgot about my
servitude and enjoyed the pleasures of the shower together. Debbie
softly murmured as I gently toweled her down then she wriggled her
bottom with pleasure as I gently patted her clitty and my prick dry.
We then stepped out of the shower and found ourselves naked before Jane
and Margaret.

It was obvious that they had been sharing something whilst we were
showering for they couldn't wait to jump into the shower after us. We
didn't object to their use of our shower, after all, they had shared
everything else.

Debbie then tugged me over to her dressing table and unlocked a large
suitcase that she kept under the bed. I had never seen it before and
wondered what was afoot. However as a transvestite of long standing I
was fully familiar with secretive locked suitcases. She struggled to
lift the suitcase and dragged it against her body. A buckle snagged
against my erect penis and I let out a squeal of pained surprise. She
dropped the suitcase with surprise as my hands reached frantically to
massage my battered tip.

"Oh I'm sorry," she giggled, "I forgot I've got a cock now. I'll have
to be more careful in future."

I shuddered nervously at the words 'in future'

Eventually we managed to get the suitcase up onto the bed and Debbie
released the number codes. In side, all neatly folded were various
articles most of which I recognised. The leather straps and harnesses
were familiar reminders of my school days and I tensed nervously as she
carefully unpacked them. She felt me tense and wriggled her soft bum
reassuringly.

"Don't worry Bev, It's not these I'm looking for. It's these."

She held up some rather large silky lingerie with numerous strange
frilly suspenders. The bra arrangements were also strange. After
peering over Debbie's shoulder I recognised that it had four cups
designed to hold two pairs of tits in tandem. Debbie then gathered up
some more items and stepped towards the dressing table. I meekly
followed tight behind her as she unravelled the various garments.

It was obvious that she had done this before and she knew exactly
where every bit of frilly attachment went. I caught her eager smile of
anticipation in the dressing-table mirror as she gently squeezed her
thighs together and ground my cock against her stiff excited clitty.
Her lips sagged a little as she gasped with pleasure before she
regained her composure.

"Don't worry Bev darling," she whispered, "I've done this many times
before with other transvestites. You'd be surprised how many male
dancers have transvestite tendencies. It's the tights and leotards I
suppose. I must admit though, I prefer my lovers like you, soft rounded
and very feminine. It's interesting having a cock though."

She bent her graceful neck backwards as she spoke and rested her head
on my shoulder. I twisted my neck slightly and kissed the soft red
lips. Her soft throat was bared to my teeth and I contemplated nipping
her neck but it had been her way of winning my trust. Instead, I gently
nuzzled her neck and kissed the soft pulse of her carotid artery. She
sighed softly and gently reached for the lingerie.

With deft fingers she slipped the frilly suspender garter-belt around
the both of us and drew our waists tightly together as she clipped the
sturdy fastening in front of her. Then she carefully swiveled the
waistband around us so that it was located behind me. I cautiously felt
it and realised that without studying the fastening, there was no way I
could undo it. It wasn't the normal sort of 'hook and eye' for there
was some sort of lock. I was now firmly secured tight against Debbie's
delicious bum.

Being bound like this did however relieve me of the strain of remaining
pressed tight against her to relieve the tension on my cock-ring. She
then selected two matching pairs of stockings and sensuously slithered
them up our legs. I was unable to bend down and reach my toes but
Debbie's supple dancers' body easily compensated for our hampered
conjunction. As she slithered the stockings up my thighs I shuddered
with delight and clipped them to the garter-belt. Debbie giggled as my
cock suddenly stiffened slightly and twitched against her bud.

"Once a trannie, always a trannie," she whispered.

I sighed as our nylon encased legs brushed tantalisingly against each
other. The soft hiss of nylon against nylon was a delightful precursor
of things to come. I thrust my cock forward again as she bent forwards.

Her next act was to select an oversized pair of stretchy silky pink
panties with four leg-holes and make me step into them. She followed
suite and deftly drew them up our silk encased legs. I helped her draw
the slightly tight waistband over our hips so that the soft stretchy
material massaged my bum with its soft tugging frilly panty line. I
cooed with pleasure as the silky sensations kissed my bum cheeks and
gently engulfed my cock in Debbie's crotch. Debbie's knowing fingers
gently gripped my cock in the silky envelope and my legs sagged at the
knees. Delicious sensations slithered up and down my cock as the
stretchy film of silky nylon sent soft warm ripples towards my
dampening cunny.

The soft absorbent gusset lodged against my labia was already damp with
the combined secretions of Debbie's and my sex. Debbie gave the panties
a final tug as she adjusted them around her waist. This final caress
sent paroxysms of pleasure through my excited organ and Debbie's quim
reacted by twitching and sucking against the stiff ridgeback of my
cock. With my cock and bum now firmly 'trapped, by cock-ring, garter
belt and panties I waited expectantly as Debbie held up the tandem bra.

This garment was a little stranger than I had first realised. The rear
part fitted cleverly around my body whilst giving excellent and
comfortable support to my largish breasts. The shoulder straps simply
tugged gently as they absorbed the soft burden. There were two rather
stiff sides that prevented my breasts from mashing too tightly against
Debbie's. These were adjusted and fastened like front fasteners under
front part of Debbie's bra. I was thus held with my nipples brushing
gently through the 'peep-hole' cups against Debbie's shoulder blades.

After she had adjusted my bra to create the maximum stimulation for me
she gently grasped my wrists and led them around to the front of her
bra, there she slipped my wrists through two cuffs that were attached
securely to the cups of her bra. I could not see exactly what she was
up to and thought they were the cups in her bra. I was soon to realise
otherwise.

The cuffs were not 'cups' for her bra but simply wrist restrainers to
hold my hands in place. I let out a little squeak of surprise as I
found my hands secured cleverly to the side panels of her bra cups.
The only place my hands could go was forward until palms fitted snugly
around her soft round breasts.

As the rings in her pierced nipples flipped against my fingers she
gently took my little fingers and slipped them into a pair of 'finger
locks'. My cupped hands were now firmly supporting her ripe breasts
like a pair of real 'living bra' cups. There was no way I could release
my hands and I was absolutely helpless.

Alternately, I was able to massage and squeeze her breasts whilst
teasing her nipples with my free fingers. It was a strange symbiosis
where we were both now able to inflict pain on each other whilst
serving each other's needs.

Debbie gave a little giggle.

"What d'you think of that for a 'living bra' then Bev?"

"Debs! I can't move my hands. I'm helpless," I squawked.

"Mmmm, I know. Lovely isn't it?"

I massaged her breasts experimentally and gently tweaked the nipple
rings with my free fingers. This caused her to let out a soft gasp of
delight as she responded by crushing her clitty against my cock. I
paused nervously for her response had hurt my cock.

She giggled, "As long as you're gentle with my tits, I'll be gentle
with your cock. We'll get along just fine. Now lets put the frock on."

She rummaged through her suitcase again and held up a lovely floral
print frock and full-length slip. They were obviously designed to fit
around two people and I wondered where she had got them made. We
stepped into the slip and it slithered up our bodies. It was a soft
silky one that exactly matched the panties and bra and I squirmed as
the silky materials slithered and slipped around my rump and back. It
sent delicious sensations as I wriggled to adjust the garment around my
derriere and shoulders.

"Is that comfy Bev darling?" whispered Debbie as she gently reached
behind her and patted my bum.

"Mmm, yes it's lovely," I simpered as the soft clingy material caressed
my daintily clad bum.

"Right darling, now for the dress."

Debbie fitted the dress around me and commenced buttoning it up the
front so that I had no escape. I was now completely in her thrall. The
final clincher was the belt that she pulled quite tight and buckled at
her waist. As she stepped daintily forward I was forced follow her
footsteps exactly. Our nylon clad legs gently rubbed and slithered
against each others causing my cock to twitch and pulse desperately
inside our panties. The hem of the frock gently brushed and tickled the
backs of my legs as though to reinforce my helpless femininity.

Debbie's next action was to softly brush her hair so that it fell in
soft tresses down over my breasts. She then used her dancer's
flexibility to reach behind my head and brush mine as well. Having
my hair brushed by someone else was always one of my favourite
pleasures and I arched my neck in sensuous abandon as she slowly drew
the brush through my damp tresses.

This finished, her final action was to reach into her case and produce
two pairs of heels. They were hinge jointed together and she stepped
into the front pair. The rear pair was obviously meant for me and I now
realised she had been planning this whole escapade for a long time.
The shoes fitted me exactly.

In this final coupling we were now securely bound together just as
Margaret and Jane emerged from the shower. The let out gasps of
surprised delight as they studied the cunning techniques that
Debbie had created to subjugate me. Their curious fingers probed and
wandered under our dress as they carefully investigated the various
strange pieces of underwear that bonded us together. They were
particularly intrigued by Debbie's 'living-bra' and expressed some
envy at the thought of being similarly attired.

I had to admit that the delicious sensations in my prick and breasts
made me feel desperately horny as we sashayed around the camper van.
Even when we sat down it was strangely pleasant having somebody feed me
as I submissively provided a soft erotic seat for Debbie to sit upon.

Later the afternoon, because we were camped in a lonely isolated place,
we ventured outside and spent the remains of the day like two Siamese
twins. So much so that by the evening I had become totally enraptured
by the strange condition to which I had been reduced. I was even a
little disappointed when she undressed us and we went to bed joined
only by the cock-ring and special panties.

In the morning I was even secretly looking forward to getting 'dressed'
again. I was not disappointed as we resumed the same state of attire as
the previous day. All day I was towed submissively around the
encampment like an obedient little puppy. Thus it was for nearly a week
I was treated as Debbie's personal 'cock' as she employed my enslaved
organ to pleasure and satisfy her lesbian friends.

Like all whims however, she eventually tired of the game and one
evening she whispered in my ear as we lay in bed like two spoons in a
draw.

"Are you getting tired of this."

I was not sure how to respond and mumbled a nervous incoherent reply.

"Well I am. Just once more for old times sake and then I'll release
you. Get up and I'll swivel round."

Obediently, I stood gently and she lifted her leg up and over as
she swiveled around to face me. Then she gently lay back and pulled me
down on top of her.

I had never ejaculated with her 'missionary' fashion but this time the
underside of my cock simply pressed against her clitoris as she started
to squirm provocatively. I felt my labia become sticky as they rubbed
against hers and I realised that my urethra was now poised right
against the portals of her sex flower. I knew for the first time that
there was a real probability of my semen being ejaculated against her
cunny lips. For several seconds I stiffened nervously. I was afraid of
making her pregnant but eventually her erotic ministrations caused the
age old pulsing to start boiling in my loins.

I realised that she did not know I was a fertile male and I eventually
concluded that this would be the perfect 'pay-back' for her selfish use
of my body. I could not hate her though, for I had to admit that our
time together had been quite intriguing. Nor could I be cruel or
malicious about what had happened. I knew that she was a promiscuous
bisexual lesbian and would probably be sleeping with a whole series of
transvestite dancers after me. There would be no evidence to link her
pregnancy to me; after all, we hadn't even achieved penetration. I
relaxed and let nature take its course.

Gently I prised her legs apart and insinuated my legs between her
thighs. Thus her receptive organ was now wide open to receive my secret
gift. She giggled as she wrapped her legs around my bum and gently
rocked her hips. She smiled and whispered as she found herself in the
role often adopted by women, that of passive receptor.

"D'you like doing it this way then?" she asked.

"Sometimes, but not often. I prefer taking girls from behind. That way
I don't hurt them by pressing on them."

She smiled and gripped me closer.

"You're nice, d'you know that. Not many men think about the woman being
crushed. Go on then. I've never done it this way. It's my treat for
your kindness."

Gently I rocked on my elbows to avoid hurting her as our stiff nipples
gently brushed together. We orgasmed mutually and I felt my love juices
mixing with my semen. To ensure fertilisation as I ejaculated, I gently
ground our cunnies together under the guise of frotting my cock hard
against her urgent clitty. I then lay tight in her arms for several
minutes with our cunnies meshed tight together to ensure that a good
deposit of my semen was lodged inside her saturated vaginal lips.

I knew from my scientific observations that, though my semen were few,
they were extremely active and, given the ghost of a chance, they would
succeed. She mistook the happy smile on my face for one of contentment
whereas it was really one of subdued triumph. We lay in each other's
arms for the remainder of the night until morning.

I awoke first and went to get up before realising that we were still
attached. My actions woke Debbie whose countenance softened as she
remembered our situation and her promise. She looked softly into my
eyes and whispered.

"Just this one more time, before I let you go."

"But you said that last night," I protested.

"Oooh, go on! You know you enjoyed it."

The thought of another chance to impregnate her without her realising
made me smile again. She took it to be a smile of concurrence and
gently wrapped her vulnerable legs around me again. My erection
stiffened harder and it took little effort to repeat the activities of
the previous night. We pounded away like two devils possessed until we
each orgasmed again.

Again I lay with her open thighs wrapped around my legs as my greedy
seed lashed their little tails in pursuit of the glorious prize deep
inside Debbie's unknowing womb. After an hour or so I was bursting for
a pee and my discomfort transmitted itself to Debbie.

"We'll have to get up, or I'll wet the bed."

A frown crossed her brow for she had been enjoying the cuddle.

"O'K'," she giggled, "Easy does it though. I'm a little sore."

When we got to the bathroom, Debbie searched in her makeup bag and
produced a tiny little rod. My eyes rounded with fear as she held it
up.

"Don't worry love. It's not a torture instrument."

I tensed as she bent down and grasped my stiff penis.

"What are you doing?" I begged.

There was a distinct click and suddenly my tortured cock was free.

"There, there," soothed Debbie, "You're a free girl again."

She knelt down and gently kissed my cock as I tried to inspect it for
any permanent damage. Then she gently urged me back like a horse into
shafts as I sat with a plop on the toilet seat. There she grasped the
still erect member as a stream of urine poured from my uthrea. She
giggled as she inspected the 'blind eye' of my obviously inoperable
cock, as it stood stiffly to attention in her soft grip. I looked down
at it and wondered aloud.

"Will it ever go down again, d'you think?"

"Oh yes, there's no permanent damage. Look it's getting softer even
now."

"Thank God," I sighed with relief.

She continued cradling it as she inspected the 'blind eye'.

"This must have been very useful before the comet made every man
sterile Bev. Women can enjoy having you without ever getting pregnant."

"Yes," I agreed misleadingly.

Margaret had had the sense not to tell her and Debbie had no inkling of
my fertile condition. She was about to become a very surprised little
lesbian. I smiled and gently kissed her head as she continued studying
my cock.

"Is their any damage or cuts," I checked.

"Of course not lover. My ring is made for pleasure not to damage cocks.
Do you want to have a look at it?"

"Mmm, yes please," I replied, "It would be interesting to see how that
little gadget of yours works."

Proudly, Debbie stood up in front of me with her beautiful thighs
parted to allow me to inspect the ring. It was a beautiful piece of
craftsmanship and the lock was almost microscopic where it lay buried
in the rim of the ring. The key was simply a tiny stainless steel pin
that slipped tangentially into the ring and caused the two halves to
spring apart with a click. It was made of platinum and had been
designed by a real craftsman. I felt distinctly envious of Debbie's
special 'jewellery'.

"Who fitted you up with this Debs?"

"It was made by a master jeweler and fitted to me when I was a pupil at
Miss Lanes. They had to relocate my urethra an inch or so to keep it
clear of urine for hygiene purposes. It's good isn't it?"

"I'll say. It's the most novel little gadget I've ever seen."

I clicked the ring shut and placed my finger in it. I gave it a
gentle tug and Debbie let out a little gasp.

"Unngh, go easy love. You'll have me going again."

"It's fantastic. I really like the little swivel arrangement. So the
whole thing is fixed permanently to your pubis bone and comes out right
just behind your clitty."

"Yes, I must admit, I'm rather proud of it as well. The only thing is
you have to keep yourself extremely clean down there to avoid
infection. That's the price Miss Lane's left me with. Margaret and
her surgery again, but I'm sure you know all about that." She finished
resignedly.

"Tell me about it," I agreed, "but how d'you keep it so clean?" I
finished.

"Oh, I have a woman in twice a week."

I exploded with laughter and nearly fell off the toilet seat. It
was Debbie's stock answer and she simply shrugged at my reaction.

"Come on now. I want to pee," she said.

I fingered the ring one last time and gave her pink bud a final kiss.
She gave a little shudder and took the ring in her own fingers. From
her make-up bag she produced another little 'keeper' chain and fixed it
from the ring to her waist chain. The other end was then clipped to her
waist chain and her clitty ring was now drawn clear of her cunny and
urethra. This way it did not get dirty as she visited the toilet.

As she stood up from the toilet I gently tugged the keeper chain. This
pulled the ring against her clitty. She gave a low moan and her knees
sagged as her thighs parted automatically. It was obvious that Debbie
used her clitty ring to masturbate. She slumped onto my lap and
squirmed as I orchestrated the music of her body by gently twanging the
keeper chain. My penis became erect again at the thought of her chain
and I gently slipped it into her cunny again. She grunted with pleasure
and eventually squealed with delight. I did not orgasm but I ensured
that some of the sperm I had sown earlier was pushed further up her
cunny. It was nice to be able to serve Debbie so nobly. The thought of
being able to masturbate her at any time by simply plucking
rhythmically at her waist chain, even when she was dressed, augured
well for the rest of our holiday.

After all our exertions we finally showered together and made a huge
breakfast before rejoining our friends outside in the camp. There were
a few knowing smiles and looks but such was the intimacy of our group
that no offence or jealousy was caused.

For the remainder of that week I often let Debbie lock us together
especially during the evenings and through the night. She never found
out I was fertile though and each time we made love in her peculiar way
the chances of her becoming pregnant became more and more certain.

The following week she and her other dancer friends had to leave us.
Their troupe was doing a show in Las Vegas and they had to return to
work. The rest of us resumed our Grand Tour as we journeyed around the
various western and northern states. For the rest of the tour, my older
children Jeanette and Bernadette shared my camper with me.