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xI woke up the next morning feeling a little tired, a little stiff, and
definitely sore. But it wasn't the kind of soreness that came from
exercise. It was just my rear. The beads and the pounding from Tom had
done their job. As I rolled out of bed, I felt the tampon in my rear and
immediately wanted to get rid of it. I started to walk but even that felt
different. I hoped the feeling would go away, but I didn't think that it
would because I knew that whatever Frank and Tom had planned for me would
probably culminate in some sort of anal experience. As I grabbed my
things and made my way to the shower, I heard Frank in the kitchen.
"Good morning Jo. Did you sleep alright?"
"I slept better this time than I did back at your house Frank, if
that's what you're asking." My feelings were still a little raw, and
bitterness coated my words. Frank just shook his head and went back to
eating breakfast.
"Jo, while you're in the shower, I'll lay out your ski outfit for
you."
"Why? Do you think I'm incapable of dressing myself," I snapped.
"Dammit Jo. Just chill for a minute. All this hostility is going to make
this week really rough, and it doesn't have to be that way." Frank
sounded exasperated.
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry." I said. "I just want to go get cleaned
up."
"Fine, but don't take too long. Tom should be ready in a few minutes
too, and I'm eager to hit the slopes." Frank looked like he was done,
but there was one more thing he wanted to say... "By the way Jo. One last
request."
"What's that Frank."
"Shave."
"What? Why?" I asked.
"Well, for two reasons," Frank responded. "The less important reason
is that I want you to." He paused for a moment. "The more important
reason is that if you're going to be out wearing women's clothes, do
you really want a lot of people looking at you?"
That caused me to pause because up until that moment, I hadn't
considered that Frank and Tom might actually make me leave the house en
femme.
"Frank, you're not seriously going to make me go outside dressed like a
woman are you?" I started to feel panicked.
"Yes Jo, I am. But I still want you to be comfortable." He said. "I
figure that if you shave...everything...then maybe, with a little make-up,
you could pass for a woman. I mean, you won't be able to stand up to any
in-depth scrutiny, but hopefully, it will be just enough to minimize the
stares that I know you're worried about getting. Just trust me."
And with that, I was face-to-face with a stark realization. Frank and Tom
wanted their `ski bunny,' and I was it. And if they wanted to go out on
the town, they planned to drag me along. If I didn't want to be further
embarrassed, I needed to get with the program. I started to shake.
"Frank, please don't make me do this. Don't make me go out like a
woman. Just give me my ski clothes so I can be a man for the day and when
we get back, I promise, my attitude will change. I'll be more feminine
in the cabin. I give you my word. Just don't make me go out dressed." I
begged with fear and nervousness tinging my voice.
"It's too late Jo," he said and I cringed. "I'm not doing this to be
cruel. Honestly, it's just that the only clothes we brought for you are
women's clothes, so you don't really have much choice as to what
you're going to wear. Where you do have some control is in how people
respond to you. I can guarantee you that wearing the outfits we brought
will generate stares if you've got facial hair. Take the hair off and
you'll get away with a lot more. Plus, I've got another special item
for you that should also make it easier."
"God Frank. Do you hate me? Is that why you're torturing me like
this?"
"No, it's not that at all. Tom and I just have specific things that we
like and want. This time around, we hadn't planned on things taking the
turn that they did, but now that we're here, we both intend to make the
most of it. If you could stop being so pissed off at us, you'd see that
our behaviors towards you are limited in their context. Once the bet is
over, we'll treat you like the man you are. But until, we're treating
you like our girl. And we want to make that easy for you, but you keep
fighting us every step of the way. Now I don't mind a little bit of a
challenge, and a little fight from you keeps it interesting and fun.
However, once we step foot outside that door, Tom and I will only be able
to do so much for you. You're the one that's going to control how
others perceive you. If you want them to see you as a man en femme, then
that's what they'll see. If you want to make them second-guess what
they're seeing, then do what you've gotta do. The second option will be
less embarrassing for you, I guarantee it. But if you want to fight us,
go ahead. You'll be bringing the external humiliation on yourself, then
you'll have to deal with the consequences once we get back and are
behind closed doors." Frank stopped his diatribe and stared at me. "Jo,
I've told you what I wanted. I've given you options when I chose to,
but now, we're entering a situation that is beyond my control. It's
your turn to make the decision. What are you going to do?"
Tom had, without my knowing, stepped out into the hallway and he echoed
Frank's question, "What are you going to do Jo?"
Reluctantly, I nodded my head and turned back towards the bathroom.
"Okay," I responded meekly. "I'll shave. I'll do whatever I have to
in order to blend in as much as possible in public." And with a tear in
my eye, I closed the bathroom door knowing that I had just made a major
decision to do whatever I had to in order to survive. It wasn't physical
survival that I felt threatened with. It was my emotional well-being that
I had to look out for. I figured that following the commands from Frank
and Tom would be easier to cope with than the potential public ridicule I
would face if I continued to be stubborn and obstinate. I wasn't happy
with my decision because I felt like a piece of "me" was slipping away,
but I hoped that in the long run things would be easier if I did things
their way.
So, with my fingers crossed and a wish on my lips, I began getting
cleaned up. I shaved my face, my body, my legs, even my groin. I
showered, patted myself dry, then started putting on what was to be my
public persona for the next few days. I slid on another pair of cotton
panties, some hi-cut bikinis, and a matching camisole.
"Jo," I heard Tom call through the door. "We left your clothes on your
bed. Get a move on or else we're gonna get a bad parking spot and miss
out on the best runs of the morning."
"Okay, I'm coming." I stepped out the bathroom and made my way across
the hall to my room.
"Let us know when you're done getting dressed," Frank said. "Don't
forget, we've got at least one more item that ought to help. Oh, and
don't worry about any tampons or other anal gear. At least not for
today. Unless you need them or want them...?"
"No, no. I'm okay. I'll be dressed in a few minutes," I responded.
As I shut my door, I looked at the clothes they had laid out. Since it
was cold, they'd left me some silk thermals and sport socks to wear, but
it was the ski outfit that did me in. They'd gotten me a baby blue
turtleneck, a black fleece vest, a pink and blue ski coat, and some black
stretch pants with a decisively feminine fit. I knew that anybody who saw
me wearing those clothes would think I was a girl, so I was semi-glad
that I'd gone along with Frank's suggestion to shave. After sliding
into all the clothes but the jacket, I turned to the dresser. There,
they'd left an array of make-up with a note that said "use only what
you want...but lip gloss is required." As a show of defiance, I only put
on the lip gloss. It was like winning a small victory.
I grabbed my coat and headed out the room to meet the guys.
"Jo, like we said, we've got one more thing for you. Sit down please,"
was Tom's request. "This will hopefully make it a little easier to feel
feminine and it should pass casual inspections." Then I felt Frank
placing something onto my head. It was a wig. I knew that the minute I
felt the strands brush the side of my face. Frank tugged it, and shifted
it a little until Tom gave him the ok. "Have a look," said Tom as he
moved from in front of a mirror.
And there I was. A softer face, made so by the black wig that framed my
face, falling to just below my shoulders, and lip gloss giving my lips
kind of a wet look. I wasn't perfect. Anyone looking closely would be
able to tell that I was a guy, but for the first time that morning, I
felt like I had a chance of making it through the day without
broadcasting my (remaining?) masculinity.
"We added some adhesive to the wig that will definitely keep it from
falling off," Frank said. "You can put it in a ponytail if you want, or
even get it styled later on...if you want. But it won't come off until we
add some of the solvent that came with it. So feel secure that you're
not going to be flying down the mountain and then see your hair go in the
opposite direction." He smiled.
I offered a small smile of thanks back to both of them.
"Now, are we ready to go? Jo, got your tennis shoes?" I nodded.
"Okay then. Let's hit the slopes."
"Oh yeah...Jo, one more thing to remember," Tom added.
"What's that?"
"Well, we know you can keep a few small items in your pockets, so
here's some lip gloss, a tampon if you need it," Tom smirked as he said
that, "some money, and your cell phone. Last thing. Don't forget to use
the LADIES room if you have to go to the bathroom."
"And for Pete's sake, sit down while you're in there," Frank added
through a sudden fit of laughter.
My blush would have been visible if not for my brown skin.
"Off we go."
And off we went. We got to the slopes and, while we had missed a chance
to lay "first tracks," we still got to do some great skiing. The guys
were gentlemanly in their behavior towards me all day. They joked with
me, teased me, and flirted with me as though I was a real girl. It was a
little unnerving at the beginning because I was so worried that I'd be
"read." Of course, it probably was a little easier since I had on ski
clothes, which are generally a little bulky, hiding me. Still, once we
got going, things were okay. I actually forgot about my appearance while
we were actually skiing. Once we stopped for lunch though, I was reminded
of my current state because I had to go to the bathroom. And that was the
one time during the day that the guys subtly reminded me of my current
position. When I made my intentions known, Frank leaned in and whispered,
"remember...it's the door with the girl on it." Then he sat back with
Tom and laughed. I quickly hustled off to take care of business,
remembering to sit down while I was in the stall, and even going so far
as to touch up my lip gloss as I was at the sink. I quickly made my way
back to the guys who were still sitting at the table, enjoying what was
left of lunch.
"Ready to go?" Tom asked as I got back to the table. I nodded. We
gathered up our things and made our way back out for the afternoon runs.
It felt really good to be floating down the mountain, twisting and
turning, and enjoying the challenge. But after about 2-3 hours, we were
all ready to call it quits. We knew it was time to go when Tom got to the
bottom of the hill and, in trying to show off, came to a stop, then
promptly flipped over when his skis stuck in the slush at the bottom of
the hill. We all laughed and got our gear together as we headed back to
the truck.
"Jeez, I'm sore," I said as we climbed into the truck. "It's been a
long time since I've had that type of workout."
"Really," said Frank. "What about last night?"
"That was different and that resulted in a different type of localized
soreness. This, this is an all over type of soreness."
"Tell you what Jo, since you've been such a good sport today and it
looked like you actually enjoyed yourself, how about I give you a massage
after dinner?" I looked shocked and surprised at Frank's offer. But
being naturally suspicious, I had to ask "what's the catch?"
"No catch," Frank responded. "Just trying to be nice. I'm not saying
that there won't be `extracurricular activities,' I'm just trying to
help you take some of the edge off."
I looked at Tom for confirmation.
"Jo, you should do it. It doesn't all have to be forced. We told you
that we wanted you to have a good time too, so let us hook you up. Once
we get back to the cabin, take a bath, read a book. We'll have dinner,
then for tonight, I'll make myself scarce. You two can have fun and do
whatever. I'll rejoin the activities tomorrow. Does that sound any
better?" Tom asked.
I was skeptical but figured I might as well take the shot, if for no
other reason than to see if they were being sincere or if they were just
trying to sucker me in for something else.
"Okay Frank. After dinner, I'll take you up on your offer." I was
still a little nervous about getting a massage from a guy that I knew,
but I figured he'd already fucked me, so it's not like I had to worry
about him making a pass. That was guaranteed. But it was still different,
because before, I hadn't been in control. I had been forced to submit.
Now, I was giving myself over to Frank willingly and that was my
struggle. That was the thought on my mind as I fell asleep for the rest
of the ride back to the cabin.
"Jo, wake up Jo. We're back," Tom said.
I had no idea that I'd been that tired. "Oh, okay. Thanks." I almost
fell out of the truck while trying to gather my things together.
"Hey, try not to drown while you're in the bath, okay?" Frank laughed
as he noticed my struggles. "Here, let me take the skis and poles." I
was again surprised by his behavior because it was just so different from
anything I'd seen or experienced before. I decided not to look a gift
horse in the mouth and let him carry my equipment into the house while I
headed straight for the bathroom to start the bath, then to my room to
change. As I went into the bathroom for the bath, I heard the guys
watching TV and planning dinner, so I figured I'd be undisturbed for
awhile. As I started to lower myself in the tub, I remembered the wig and
quickly found one of the scrunchies they'd provided me with and tried to
put up my hair the way I'd seen past girlfriends do it. It wasn't
perfect, but at least my new hair didn't get wet.
I must have lounged in the tub for almost an hour, just soaking the
stresses of the day away. Finally, when my stomach reminded me that it
needed attention too, I got out of the tub and dried off. As I made my
way across the hallway I heard Frank call out "I left two outfits on
your bed for you to wear tonight. Your choice." Then he went back to
watching TV. As I entered my room, there on the bed were my options. One
was a black sheer teddy with an open back. The other was a sheer black
chemise with matching thong panties. I was intrigued by both of them, but
decided to go with the teddy. Slowly, I pulled it on, first sliding my
legs in, then tugging it close against my body, tucking my penis beneath
me, before finally attaching the halter straps behind my neck. It was a
unique type of feeling, being wrapped in the teddy as I was. I decided to
keep Frank guessing by grabbing one of the sweaters that he'd bought for
me on the way and pulling that on. I also grabbed a denim skirt and
quickly slid that on with a pair of pumps before sauntering out for
dinner. As Frank looked up with a question in his eyes, I ignored him and
sat down at the table while waiting for Tom to bring the food.
"Well, that wasn't quite what I bargained for," said Frank.
"True," Tom added, "but you didn't specify in the note that she
couldn't wear something on top of the outfits that you selected."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to be more specific next time," Frank
responded with a smile.
As we ate, we talked about the runs we enjoyed during the day and we made
plans for the rest of the week. We decided to take the next day off, then
ski at a different resort for the following days. But as for tomorrow,
the guys wanted to take me to the casinos for a little gambling and a
show.
"I'll go to the show, but I'm not gambling. Don't think I've
forgotten that that's what got me in this mess...or position to begin
with. No thank you. No gambling for me." They both laughed.
"That's fine. You can be my arm candy," said Tom.
"Well, you two have fun tomorrow. I think I'm going to gamble for
awhile, but maybe I'll hook up with you for the show. But as for
tonight, I think I'm ready to flex my muscles a little bit."
"That's my cue. You kids be good now." And with a wink and a nod, Tom
excused himself from the table, put his dishes in the sink, then retired
to his room to watch movies or sleep.
"So..." Frank looked me up and down. "Where would you like to receive
your massage? Your room or mine?"
"So many decisions," I joked. "What am I to do?"
"Pick one, before the decision is made for you." Frank was about to
take control again. "I'm going to clear the table. When I'm done, I'm
going to find you wherever you are, then I'll give you a massage and
we'll see how things go from there." He got up and started stacking
dishes. I waited until he had ventured further into the kitchen before
sliding my chair out and making my way down the hall. I was still
mentally adjusting to the role that I had so willingly taken on during
the day, but I swallowed my nervousness and made my way into Frank's
room. As I stood in the doorway, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Go ahead."
I turned to face Frank. I looked him in the face and let him see my
confusion and distress.
"Don't worry about anything. What happens here stays here." With that,
he gently grabbed my waist and guided me further into the room. "Before
we go any further, I want to see what you're wearing. Just take off the
sweater and skirt. Keep the shoes on." Then he stepped back and waited
for me to strip. Slowly I shimmied out of the skirt, letting it fall to
my feet. As I started pulling the sweater up over my head, I heard him
say in a soft voice "very nice." I stood there before him, dressed only
in a teddy and pumps, with my hair hanging across my shoulders and my
hands crossed in front of me.
"Lie face down on the bed."
I moved around the side of the bed and crawled onto it. I put my face on
the pillow and tucked my hands underneath the pillow so he wouldn't see
them shaking. I heard him taking off his clothes. By the time he got
close, he was wearing only his boxers. Then I heard him turn on some soft
music. He didn't sound like he was close by so I opened my eyes to peek
at where he was. I saw him lighting candles around the room and I thought
to myself "is he trying to set up a seduction." I didn't say a word. I
just lay there and closed my eyes waiting for him to make the next move.
I felt him looking me up and down, soaking the image of me in and burning
it in his memory. I closed my eyes and waited for him to make the next
move. I smelled it before I felt it. It was the scent of perfume. Then, I
felt lotion being spread on my back. I felt Frank's hands kneading the
muscles in my back, pushing all soreness and stress away. He started up
towards my shoulders and worked a knot that had been there all day.
"Relax" was all he had to say. Then he continued with the massage. He
spent a few more minutes working on my shoulders and arms, then started
working his way down my back again. I felt him spread more lotion on my
lower back as he neared my hips and ass. He massaged my lower back and
ass and only flirted with my asshole. I felt his fingers dip into the
crack of my ass and just lightly probe my hole before he continued past
it and started working on my legs. Slowly and methodically, Frank worked
the muscles of my legs and involuntarily, I felt a moan escape my lips. I
blamed it on the skiing we had done earlier and appreciated the relief
his hands provided. Minute after minute, he worked on my legs moving with
tender care further and further down until he reached my feet. I was
surprised when he started taking my shoes off. I started to say
something, but Frank stopped me. "I'm going to put them back on in a
minute. I just wanted to massage them too, and put some lotion on them."
I didn't say another word. I was still somewhat dazed by Frank's
outpouring of gentleness and caring, and I was relishing the sensitivity
with which he treated me. His massage nearly put me to sleep, but I
suppose it was my curiosity at where he would take things next that kept
me awake. Still, I could see how people got addicted to receiving
massages.
"Roll over," he said. Slowly, I rolled over onto my back, feeling
relaxed and sensual. It was a very different experience than the other
times that I had been used by Frank. "Keep your eyes closed," he said.
I felt him start to rub the front side of my legs with lotion and I
couldn't believe that the massage was continuing. I started to peek at
the clock when I heard him say "you're stubborn to the end aren't
you?" But there was no malice or harshness in his tone. Not even the
commanding nature that had characterized our other encounters. "I guess
there are some things that we just won't be able to change," he said as
he reached up and softly closed my eyes for me. "Since you seem to want
to peek, against my requests, I'm going to blindfold you. After I do
that, please, just try to relax...for me." I didn't say anything, but I
did raise my head so he could slide the blindfold over my eyes.
"Now, back to the massage." And he started up right where he'd left
off...rubbing the front part of my legs and working his way up to my
thighs. As he got closer and closer to my groin, I felt myself start to
harden, even while tucked away in the teddy.
The next touch surprised me. Frank started to spread my legs and he
pulled my penis loose. His lotioned hand started to stroke it slowly,
gliding up and down, until he decided to tuck it in the front part of my
teddy, trapping it against my stomach. I was in shock because in our past
two encounters, Frank had never really acknowledged that I even had a
penis, let alone touched it. Tom had been the one to put it in captivity
the other night. So for Frank to touch it at all left me shaken and
quivering with a desire for release that had long been denied to me.
Frank continued to massage my front...my thighs...my hips...my stomach...then
he reached my chest. I wished I could see what he was doing but the
blindfold made it impossible. I could only wait for the next touch,
imagining where it would be. Then, it came. The soft touch on my nipples
and my pecs/breasts. Frank started to massage them slowly, rubbing them
all over then teasing the nipples through the teddy. He pinched them, but
not to cause pain. But with each pinch, I still gasped and I felt my body
arch as he pulled on them lightly. I'd never known a feeling like this.
I almost wished he would continue...until I felt his hot breath on my
right nipple as he started to lick it through the teddy. He licked it,
then sucked it and I moaned. I felt myself starting to squirm with a
pleasure that had been denied to me before. I thought to myself "my
God...if this is what girls feel when guys are kissing on them, it's no
wonder they like it..." I had no time to pause and consider the changes
in my thought process because Frank moved to my left nipple and started
the process all over again. I lay there, soaking in the experience,
feeling myself moving closer to a precipice I never thought I'd reach
with a man...a point that I'd never considered reaching with a man
because I wasn't gay (was I?). I knew that I was moving towards a
climax, but wasn't there yet. I was somewhat ashamed to be this aroused
under the ministrations of another man, but I didn't want it to stop.
Frank pulled himself away and I heard myself utter a moan of a
disappointment. I couldn't believe that the sound came from me, but a
part of me didn't care. I found that I was enjoying the experience of
being on the other side of things. I wasn't the aggressor. I wasn't
expected to be in control. I knew that I was still a participant, but for
the first time, I started to really feel out of control...in a good way.
"If you're enjoying yourself more than you thought you would, nod." I
nodded. Slowly, but with no hesitation. "Good," he said. "Finally,
you're coming around to the possibilities of what could be...at least in
this time and place."
I felt his weight come back on the bed, but I could feel him at the foot
of the bed. As he moved up the bed, he spread my legs wide and situated
himself on top of me. He didn't rest his weight on me though. I could
tell he was using his arms to support himself as I felt his breath on my
neck. Then, a nibble on the right...a nibble on the left...a little tongue
in my left ear...a gentle kiss on my forehead...a light tonguing of my
right ear. My breath was coming in sporadically and raggedly. I could
feel his dick pressed against my balls while my dick strained against the
teddy. I could feel his stomach pressed against mine. I reached out and
felt his arms taut, supporting his body. Then...I felt his kiss on my
lips. Lightly he kissed them. His tongue caressed my lips and parted
them. I responded to his kiss as though I had no control over my own
body. Deeper and deeper he kissed me and I felt myself rising to meet
him. I wished I could see, but I settled for feeling as I wrapped my arms
around his back.
We continued kissing and rubbing our bodies against each other for a few
more minutes before I felt Frank pull away again.
"Roll over, but stay lying down on your stomach."
I rolled, then waited for the next sensation. Again, I felt Frank spread
my legs and position himself between them. I felt his hands on my ass,
spreading my cheeks apart so he could find my hole. As he started to
tease my hole with his fingers, I felt the coolness of the lotion
dripping in. I tried to relax as he slid his fingers in...first one...then
two...then three...I squirmed and he used his other hand to put pressure on
my lower back, keeping me in place. I started to breathe ragged little
breaths as he finger-fucked me for a few minutes, but I was mildly
surprised as his slid his fourth finger into my ass. I gasped and tried
not to move while I got accustomed to this sensation. This was so
different from the invasion I had experienced from the vibrator on the
machine, or the beads, or even from the cocks of Frank and Tom. This was
a little more tender...a little less pressured...and a little more
unpredictable. That last thought hit as he started moving his fingers
around in my ass, causing me to sharply inhale right before a little moan
escaped my lips.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Ready for what?" I replied. Only I didn't get all of my answer out
because right in the middle, Frank started forcing his entire hand into
my ass. "Wait...wait...wait..." was all I could manage to get out. Even
though he was going slow, the pressure was amazing and I had never been
stretched quite like that. "Oh God...it's too much..." I moaned into the
pillows. But Frank didn't stop. He pushed, added lotion, then pushed
some more until his entire hand was up my ass. I didn't move. I just lay
there reveling in the mix of pleasure and pain praying that he wouldn't
move...because then I'd have to readjust.
"I'm pulling out now." And he did just that. Slowly, gently, he
removed his hand from my ass and I was left shuddering on the bed trying
to get my mind around the fact that I had just had another man's hand
ENTIRELY up my ass. I wasn't able to ponder the thought long though,
because Frank moved on top of me and gently eased himself into me.
This was different. I wasn't bound. I wasn't being handled by two guys
at once. It was one man on top of me, slowly, almost lovingly, fucking my
ass. For the first time, I didn't feel like I was being assaulted...I
felt...sensual. Feeling his weight on my back with his dick in my ass, I
wanted to move against him. Even as he fucked me, his hands caressed my
arms and pulled them above my head where he intertwined his fingers with
mine. His fucking was slow and luxurious and it forced me to grind my own
dick into the bed. With each of his thrusts, my cock was caressed by the
mattress and teddy giving me my own special pleasure. Thurst after thrust
from Frank and my pleasure built.
"Oooh Frank," I moaned. "I think I'm gonna cum."
"That's good Jo...that's good...I'm not far behind you."
Frank started pumping faster and his pressure on my prostate combined
with the sensations from rubbing against the teddy made me feel like I
was going to burst.
"Please...Frank...please...quick...can't hold on..." My statements were
jagged. My breath was ragged. My body was starting to shake from the
exertion and the pleasure. I felt muscle twitches all over my body and
second after prolonged second, I tried to hold on until I could go no
further. "Mmm...ooo...uunnhh...mmmm...!!" was all I could sputter as I came
all over my stomach. Then Frank started grunting...harder and harder...and
his pounding reached a new level until finally...he came with a
bed-shaking, toe-curling orgasm. My mouth was open in a silent "O" as I
tried to breathe under the pressure. My hips bucked as Frank spurted jet
after jet of cum into my ass. After he was done, we lay there for minute
after minute, trying to breathe and recover our spent energies.
Finally he spoke. "So...was it good for you?"
I laughed. I didn't mean to. I never thought I would. But I did. I
giggled and said "yes."
"See what can happen when you just relax?" I could hear the smile on
his face as he spoke. Slowly, he let go of my hand and began to trace the
outline of my body with his finger. I shivered at his touch, but I longed
for more.
"Jo, that was the way things should have been. Maybe if we'd started
there, you wouldn't have been so resistant all along."
"No. I disagree." I stated. "I never wanted any of this to happen. At
least not on a conscious level. Now that it did, I'm still not entirely
sure how I feel about it."
"Oh really?" teased Frank as he ran his hand over my nipples and then
down to my softening cock which twitched involuntarily in his hand.
"Yes Frank. Really. I'm not going to lie to you though, and say that I
didn't enjoy what just happened. I mean, that was amazing...and
surprising...and sensual...and scary...and enjoyable. And I guess that while
we're here on this trip, I'll go along with some of your games and
plans. But once we get back, I want my life back. I want my manhood
back."
"Okay Jo. I can respect that," said Frank as he continued to caress my
body. "Let's deal with the real world once we're back in it though. Is
that a deal? Can we just enjoy the moment and let tonight be tonight and
this trip be what it is?"
"I suppose so," I mumbled through a yawn. "Damn, I'm tired."
"I know. I've got skills," Frank laughed.
"Oh, don't try to get a big head about things. You forget, I was
already tired from skiing."
"Potato, po-tah-to." Frank continued to laugh lightly as he nuzzled my
neck. "Go to sleep, but don't be surprised if you get woken up later
on."
"I won't. I know you well enough to know that I need to expect the
unexpected." Then I turned my head, pushed myself back into Frank's
embrace and passed out dreaming of what the next day would bring.
To be continued...
definitely sore. But it wasn't the kind of soreness that came from
exercise. It was just my rear. The beads and the pounding from Tom had
done their job. As I rolled out of bed, I felt the tampon in my rear and
immediately wanted to get rid of it. I started to walk but even that felt
different. I hoped the feeling would go away, but I didn't think that it
would because I knew that whatever Frank and Tom had planned for me would
probably culminate in some sort of anal experience. As I grabbed my
things and made my way to the shower, I heard Frank in the kitchen.
"Good morning Jo. Did you sleep alright?"
"I slept better this time than I did back at your house Frank, if
that's what you're asking." My feelings were still a little raw, and
bitterness coated my words. Frank just shook his head and went back to
eating breakfast.
"Jo, while you're in the shower, I'll lay out your ski outfit for
you."
"Why? Do you think I'm incapable of dressing myself," I snapped.
"Dammit Jo. Just chill for a minute. All this hostility is going to make
this week really rough, and it doesn't have to be that way." Frank
sounded exasperated.
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry." I said. "I just want to go get cleaned
up."
"Fine, but don't take too long. Tom should be ready in a few minutes
too, and I'm eager to hit the slopes." Frank looked like he was done,
but there was one more thing he wanted to say... "By the way Jo. One last
request."
"What's that Frank."
"Shave."
"What? Why?" I asked.
"Well, for two reasons," Frank responded. "The less important reason
is that I want you to." He paused for a moment. "The more important
reason is that if you're going to be out wearing women's clothes, do
you really want a lot of people looking at you?"
That caused me to pause because up until that moment, I hadn't
considered that Frank and Tom might actually make me leave the house en
femme.
"Frank, you're not seriously going to make me go outside dressed like a
woman are you?" I started to feel panicked.
"Yes Jo, I am. But I still want you to be comfortable." He said. "I
figure that if you shave...everything...then maybe, with a little make-up,
you could pass for a woman. I mean, you won't be able to stand up to any
in-depth scrutiny, but hopefully, it will be just enough to minimize the
stares that I know you're worried about getting. Just trust me."
And with that, I was face-to-face with a stark realization. Frank and Tom
wanted their `ski bunny,' and I was it. And if they wanted to go out on
the town, they planned to drag me along. If I didn't want to be further
embarrassed, I needed to get with the program. I started to shake.
"Frank, please don't make me do this. Don't make me go out like a
woman. Just give me my ski clothes so I can be a man for the day and when
we get back, I promise, my attitude will change. I'll be more feminine
in the cabin. I give you my word. Just don't make me go out dressed." I
begged with fear and nervousness tinging my voice.
"It's too late Jo," he said and I cringed. "I'm not doing this to be
cruel. Honestly, it's just that the only clothes we brought for you are
women's clothes, so you don't really have much choice as to what
you're going to wear. Where you do have some control is in how people
respond to you. I can guarantee you that wearing the outfits we brought
will generate stares if you've got facial hair. Take the hair off and
you'll get away with a lot more. Plus, I've got another special item
for you that should also make it easier."
"God Frank. Do you hate me? Is that why you're torturing me like
this?"
"No, it's not that at all. Tom and I just have specific things that we
like and want. This time around, we hadn't planned on things taking the
turn that they did, but now that we're here, we both intend to make the
most of it. If you could stop being so pissed off at us, you'd see that
our behaviors towards you are limited in their context. Once the bet is
over, we'll treat you like the man you are. But until, we're treating
you like our girl. And we want to make that easy for you, but you keep
fighting us every step of the way. Now I don't mind a little bit of a
challenge, and a little fight from you keeps it interesting and fun.
However, once we step foot outside that door, Tom and I will only be able
to do so much for you. You're the one that's going to control how
others perceive you. If you want them to see you as a man en femme, then
that's what they'll see. If you want to make them second-guess what
they're seeing, then do what you've gotta do. The second option will be
less embarrassing for you, I guarantee it. But if you want to fight us,
go ahead. You'll be bringing the external humiliation on yourself, then
you'll have to deal with the consequences once we get back and are
behind closed doors." Frank stopped his diatribe and stared at me. "Jo,
I've told you what I wanted. I've given you options when I chose to,
but now, we're entering a situation that is beyond my control. It's
your turn to make the decision. What are you going to do?"
Tom had, without my knowing, stepped out into the hallway and he echoed
Frank's question, "What are you going to do Jo?"
Reluctantly, I nodded my head and turned back towards the bathroom.
"Okay," I responded meekly. "I'll shave. I'll do whatever I have to
in order to blend in as much as possible in public." And with a tear in
my eye, I closed the bathroom door knowing that I had just made a major
decision to do whatever I had to in order to survive. It wasn't physical
survival that I felt threatened with. It was my emotional well-being that
I had to look out for. I figured that following the commands from Frank
and Tom would be easier to cope with than the potential public ridicule I
would face if I continued to be stubborn and obstinate. I wasn't happy
with my decision because I felt like a piece of "me" was slipping away,
but I hoped that in the long run things would be easier if I did things
their way.
So, with my fingers crossed and a wish on my lips, I began getting
cleaned up. I shaved my face, my body, my legs, even my groin. I
showered, patted myself dry, then started putting on what was to be my
public persona for the next few days. I slid on another pair of cotton
panties, some hi-cut bikinis, and a matching camisole.
"Jo," I heard Tom call through the door. "We left your clothes on your
bed. Get a move on or else we're gonna get a bad parking spot and miss
out on the best runs of the morning."
"Okay, I'm coming." I stepped out the bathroom and made my way across
the hall to my room.
"Let us know when you're done getting dressed," Frank said. "Don't
forget, we've got at least one more item that ought to help. Oh, and
don't worry about any tampons or other anal gear. At least not for
today. Unless you need them or want them...?"
"No, no. I'm okay. I'll be dressed in a few minutes," I responded.
As I shut my door, I looked at the clothes they had laid out. Since it
was cold, they'd left me some silk thermals and sport socks to wear, but
it was the ski outfit that did me in. They'd gotten me a baby blue
turtleneck, a black fleece vest, a pink and blue ski coat, and some black
stretch pants with a decisively feminine fit. I knew that anybody who saw
me wearing those clothes would think I was a girl, so I was semi-glad
that I'd gone along with Frank's suggestion to shave. After sliding
into all the clothes but the jacket, I turned to the dresser. There,
they'd left an array of make-up with a note that said "use only what
you want...but lip gloss is required." As a show of defiance, I only put
on the lip gloss. It was like winning a small victory.
I grabbed my coat and headed out the room to meet the guys.
"Jo, like we said, we've got one more thing for you. Sit down please,"
was Tom's request. "This will hopefully make it a little easier to feel
feminine and it should pass casual inspections." Then I felt Frank
placing something onto my head. It was a wig. I knew that the minute I
felt the strands brush the side of my face. Frank tugged it, and shifted
it a little until Tom gave him the ok. "Have a look," said Tom as he
moved from in front of a mirror.
And there I was. A softer face, made so by the black wig that framed my
face, falling to just below my shoulders, and lip gloss giving my lips
kind of a wet look. I wasn't perfect. Anyone looking closely would be
able to tell that I was a guy, but for the first time that morning, I
felt like I had a chance of making it through the day without
broadcasting my (remaining?) masculinity.
"We added some adhesive to the wig that will definitely keep it from
falling off," Frank said. "You can put it in a ponytail if you want, or
even get it styled later on...if you want. But it won't come off until we
add some of the solvent that came with it. So feel secure that you're
not going to be flying down the mountain and then see your hair go in the
opposite direction." He smiled.
I offered a small smile of thanks back to both of them.
"Now, are we ready to go? Jo, got your tennis shoes?" I nodded.
"Okay then. Let's hit the slopes."
"Oh yeah...Jo, one more thing to remember," Tom added.
"What's that?"
"Well, we know you can keep a few small items in your pockets, so
here's some lip gloss, a tampon if you need it," Tom smirked as he said
that, "some money, and your cell phone. Last thing. Don't forget to use
the LADIES room if you have to go to the bathroom."
"And for Pete's sake, sit down while you're in there," Frank added
through a sudden fit of laughter.
My blush would have been visible if not for my brown skin.
"Off we go."
And off we went. We got to the slopes and, while we had missed a chance
to lay "first tracks," we still got to do some great skiing. The guys
were gentlemanly in their behavior towards me all day. They joked with
me, teased me, and flirted with me as though I was a real girl. It was a
little unnerving at the beginning because I was so worried that I'd be
"read." Of course, it probably was a little easier since I had on ski
clothes, which are generally a little bulky, hiding me. Still, once we
got going, things were okay. I actually forgot about my appearance while
we were actually skiing. Once we stopped for lunch though, I was reminded
of my current state because I had to go to the bathroom. And that was the
one time during the day that the guys subtly reminded me of my current
position. When I made my intentions known, Frank leaned in and whispered,
"remember...it's the door with the girl on it." Then he sat back with
Tom and laughed. I quickly hustled off to take care of business,
remembering to sit down while I was in the stall, and even going so far
as to touch up my lip gloss as I was at the sink. I quickly made my way
back to the guys who were still sitting at the table, enjoying what was
left of lunch.
"Ready to go?" Tom asked as I got back to the table. I nodded. We
gathered up our things and made our way back out for the afternoon runs.
It felt really good to be floating down the mountain, twisting and
turning, and enjoying the challenge. But after about 2-3 hours, we were
all ready to call it quits. We knew it was time to go when Tom got to the
bottom of the hill and, in trying to show off, came to a stop, then
promptly flipped over when his skis stuck in the slush at the bottom of
the hill. We all laughed and got our gear together as we headed back to
the truck.
"Jeez, I'm sore," I said as we climbed into the truck. "It's been a
long time since I've had that type of workout."
"Really," said Frank. "What about last night?"
"That was different and that resulted in a different type of localized
soreness. This, this is an all over type of soreness."
"Tell you what Jo, since you've been such a good sport today and it
looked like you actually enjoyed yourself, how about I give you a massage
after dinner?" I looked shocked and surprised at Frank's offer. But
being naturally suspicious, I had to ask "what's the catch?"
"No catch," Frank responded. "Just trying to be nice. I'm not saying
that there won't be `extracurricular activities,' I'm just trying to
help you take some of the edge off."
I looked at Tom for confirmation.
"Jo, you should do it. It doesn't all have to be forced. We told you
that we wanted you to have a good time too, so let us hook you up. Once
we get back to the cabin, take a bath, read a book. We'll have dinner,
then for tonight, I'll make myself scarce. You two can have fun and do
whatever. I'll rejoin the activities tomorrow. Does that sound any
better?" Tom asked.
I was skeptical but figured I might as well take the shot, if for no
other reason than to see if they were being sincere or if they were just
trying to sucker me in for something else.
"Okay Frank. After dinner, I'll take you up on your offer." I was
still a little nervous about getting a massage from a guy that I knew,
but I figured he'd already fucked me, so it's not like I had to worry
about him making a pass. That was guaranteed. But it was still different,
because before, I hadn't been in control. I had been forced to submit.
Now, I was giving myself over to Frank willingly and that was my
struggle. That was the thought on my mind as I fell asleep for the rest
of the ride back to the cabin.
"Jo, wake up Jo. We're back," Tom said.
I had no idea that I'd been that tired. "Oh, okay. Thanks." I almost
fell out of the truck while trying to gather my things together.
"Hey, try not to drown while you're in the bath, okay?" Frank laughed
as he noticed my struggles. "Here, let me take the skis and poles." I
was again surprised by his behavior because it was just so different from
anything I'd seen or experienced before. I decided not to look a gift
horse in the mouth and let him carry my equipment into the house while I
headed straight for the bathroom to start the bath, then to my room to
change. As I went into the bathroom for the bath, I heard the guys
watching TV and planning dinner, so I figured I'd be undisturbed for
awhile. As I started to lower myself in the tub, I remembered the wig and
quickly found one of the scrunchies they'd provided me with and tried to
put up my hair the way I'd seen past girlfriends do it. It wasn't
perfect, but at least my new hair didn't get wet.
I must have lounged in the tub for almost an hour, just soaking the
stresses of the day away. Finally, when my stomach reminded me that it
needed attention too, I got out of the tub and dried off. As I made my
way across the hallway I heard Frank call out "I left two outfits on
your bed for you to wear tonight. Your choice." Then he went back to
watching TV. As I entered my room, there on the bed were my options. One
was a black sheer teddy with an open back. The other was a sheer black
chemise with matching thong panties. I was intrigued by both of them, but
decided to go with the teddy. Slowly, I pulled it on, first sliding my
legs in, then tugging it close against my body, tucking my penis beneath
me, before finally attaching the halter straps behind my neck. It was a
unique type of feeling, being wrapped in the teddy as I was. I decided to
keep Frank guessing by grabbing one of the sweaters that he'd bought for
me on the way and pulling that on. I also grabbed a denim skirt and
quickly slid that on with a pair of pumps before sauntering out for
dinner. As Frank looked up with a question in his eyes, I ignored him and
sat down at the table while waiting for Tom to bring the food.
"Well, that wasn't quite what I bargained for," said Frank.
"True," Tom added, "but you didn't specify in the note that she
couldn't wear something on top of the outfits that you selected."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to be more specific next time," Frank
responded with a smile.
As we ate, we talked about the runs we enjoyed during the day and we made
plans for the rest of the week. We decided to take the next day off, then
ski at a different resort for the following days. But as for tomorrow,
the guys wanted to take me to the casinos for a little gambling and a
show.
"I'll go to the show, but I'm not gambling. Don't think I've
forgotten that that's what got me in this mess...or position to begin
with. No thank you. No gambling for me." They both laughed.
"That's fine. You can be my arm candy," said Tom.
"Well, you two have fun tomorrow. I think I'm going to gamble for
awhile, but maybe I'll hook up with you for the show. But as for
tonight, I think I'm ready to flex my muscles a little bit."
"That's my cue. You kids be good now." And with a wink and a nod, Tom
excused himself from the table, put his dishes in the sink, then retired
to his room to watch movies or sleep.
"So..." Frank looked me up and down. "Where would you like to receive
your massage? Your room or mine?"
"So many decisions," I joked. "What am I to do?"
"Pick one, before the decision is made for you." Frank was about to
take control again. "I'm going to clear the table. When I'm done, I'm
going to find you wherever you are, then I'll give you a massage and
we'll see how things go from there." He got up and started stacking
dishes. I waited until he had ventured further into the kitchen before
sliding my chair out and making my way down the hall. I was still
mentally adjusting to the role that I had so willingly taken on during
the day, but I swallowed my nervousness and made my way into Frank's
room. As I stood in the doorway, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Go ahead."
I turned to face Frank. I looked him in the face and let him see my
confusion and distress.
"Don't worry about anything. What happens here stays here." With that,
he gently grabbed my waist and guided me further into the room. "Before
we go any further, I want to see what you're wearing. Just take off the
sweater and skirt. Keep the shoes on." Then he stepped back and waited
for me to strip. Slowly I shimmied out of the skirt, letting it fall to
my feet. As I started pulling the sweater up over my head, I heard him
say in a soft voice "very nice." I stood there before him, dressed only
in a teddy and pumps, with my hair hanging across my shoulders and my
hands crossed in front of me.
"Lie face down on the bed."
I moved around the side of the bed and crawled onto it. I put my face on
the pillow and tucked my hands underneath the pillow so he wouldn't see
them shaking. I heard him taking off his clothes. By the time he got
close, he was wearing only his boxers. Then I heard him turn on some soft
music. He didn't sound like he was close by so I opened my eyes to peek
at where he was. I saw him lighting candles around the room and I thought
to myself "is he trying to set up a seduction." I didn't say a word. I
just lay there and closed my eyes waiting for him to make the next move.
I felt him looking me up and down, soaking the image of me in and burning
it in his memory. I closed my eyes and waited for him to make the next
move. I smelled it before I felt it. It was the scent of perfume. Then, I
felt lotion being spread on my back. I felt Frank's hands kneading the
muscles in my back, pushing all soreness and stress away. He started up
towards my shoulders and worked a knot that had been there all day.
"Relax" was all he had to say. Then he continued with the massage. He
spent a few more minutes working on my shoulders and arms, then started
working his way down my back again. I felt him spread more lotion on my
lower back as he neared my hips and ass. He massaged my lower back and
ass and only flirted with my asshole. I felt his fingers dip into the
crack of my ass and just lightly probe my hole before he continued past
it and started working on my legs. Slowly and methodically, Frank worked
the muscles of my legs and involuntarily, I felt a moan escape my lips. I
blamed it on the skiing we had done earlier and appreciated the relief
his hands provided. Minute after minute, he worked on my legs moving with
tender care further and further down until he reached my feet. I was
surprised when he started taking my shoes off. I started to say
something, but Frank stopped me. "I'm going to put them back on in a
minute. I just wanted to massage them too, and put some lotion on them."
I didn't say another word. I was still somewhat dazed by Frank's
outpouring of gentleness and caring, and I was relishing the sensitivity
with which he treated me. His massage nearly put me to sleep, but I
suppose it was my curiosity at where he would take things next that kept
me awake. Still, I could see how people got addicted to receiving
massages.
"Roll over," he said. Slowly, I rolled over onto my back, feeling
relaxed and sensual. It was a very different experience than the other
times that I had been used by Frank. "Keep your eyes closed," he said.
I felt him start to rub the front side of my legs with lotion and I
couldn't believe that the massage was continuing. I started to peek at
the clock when I heard him say "you're stubborn to the end aren't
you?" But there was no malice or harshness in his tone. Not even the
commanding nature that had characterized our other encounters. "I guess
there are some things that we just won't be able to change," he said as
he reached up and softly closed my eyes for me. "Since you seem to want
to peek, against my requests, I'm going to blindfold you. After I do
that, please, just try to relax...for me." I didn't say anything, but I
did raise my head so he could slide the blindfold over my eyes.
"Now, back to the massage." And he started up right where he'd left
off...rubbing the front part of my legs and working his way up to my
thighs. As he got closer and closer to my groin, I felt myself start to
harden, even while tucked away in the teddy.
The next touch surprised me. Frank started to spread my legs and he
pulled my penis loose. His lotioned hand started to stroke it slowly,
gliding up and down, until he decided to tuck it in the front part of my
teddy, trapping it against my stomach. I was in shock because in our past
two encounters, Frank had never really acknowledged that I even had a
penis, let alone touched it. Tom had been the one to put it in captivity
the other night. So for Frank to touch it at all left me shaken and
quivering with a desire for release that had long been denied to me.
Frank continued to massage my front...my thighs...my hips...my stomach...then
he reached my chest. I wished I could see what he was doing but the
blindfold made it impossible. I could only wait for the next touch,
imagining where it would be. Then, it came. The soft touch on my nipples
and my pecs/breasts. Frank started to massage them slowly, rubbing them
all over then teasing the nipples through the teddy. He pinched them, but
not to cause pain. But with each pinch, I still gasped and I felt my body
arch as he pulled on them lightly. I'd never known a feeling like this.
I almost wished he would continue...until I felt his hot breath on my
right nipple as he started to lick it through the teddy. He licked it,
then sucked it and I moaned. I felt myself starting to squirm with a
pleasure that had been denied to me before. I thought to myself "my
God...if this is what girls feel when guys are kissing on them, it's no
wonder they like it..." I had no time to pause and consider the changes
in my thought process because Frank moved to my left nipple and started
the process all over again. I lay there, soaking in the experience,
feeling myself moving closer to a precipice I never thought I'd reach
with a man...a point that I'd never considered reaching with a man
because I wasn't gay (was I?). I knew that I was moving towards a
climax, but wasn't there yet. I was somewhat ashamed to be this aroused
under the ministrations of another man, but I didn't want it to stop.
Frank pulled himself away and I heard myself utter a moan of a
disappointment. I couldn't believe that the sound came from me, but a
part of me didn't care. I found that I was enjoying the experience of
being on the other side of things. I wasn't the aggressor. I wasn't
expected to be in control. I knew that I was still a participant, but for
the first time, I started to really feel out of control...in a good way.
"If you're enjoying yourself more than you thought you would, nod." I
nodded. Slowly, but with no hesitation. "Good," he said. "Finally,
you're coming around to the possibilities of what could be...at least in
this time and place."
I felt his weight come back on the bed, but I could feel him at the foot
of the bed. As he moved up the bed, he spread my legs wide and situated
himself on top of me. He didn't rest his weight on me though. I could
tell he was using his arms to support himself as I felt his breath on my
neck. Then, a nibble on the right...a nibble on the left...a little tongue
in my left ear...a gentle kiss on my forehead...a light tonguing of my
right ear. My breath was coming in sporadically and raggedly. I could
feel his dick pressed against my balls while my dick strained against the
teddy. I could feel his stomach pressed against mine. I reached out and
felt his arms taut, supporting his body. Then...I felt his kiss on my
lips. Lightly he kissed them. His tongue caressed my lips and parted
them. I responded to his kiss as though I had no control over my own
body. Deeper and deeper he kissed me and I felt myself rising to meet
him. I wished I could see, but I settled for feeling as I wrapped my arms
around his back.
We continued kissing and rubbing our bodies against each other for a few
more minutes before I felt Frank pull away again.
"Roll over, but stay lying down on your stomach."
I rolled, then waited for the next sensation. Again, I felt Frank spread
my legs and position himself between them. I felt his hands on my ass,
spreading my cheeks apart so he could find my hole. As he started to
tease my hole with his fingers, I felt the coolness of the lotion
dripping in. I tried to relax as he slid his fingers in...first one...then
two...then three...I squirmed and he used his other hand to put pressure on
my lower back, keeping me in place. I started to breathe ragged little
breaths as he finger-fucked me for a few minutes, but I was mildly
surprised as his slid his fourth finger into my ass. I gasped and tried
not to move while I got accustomed to this sensation. This was so
different from the invasion I had experienced from the vibrator on the
machine, or the beads, or even from the cocks of Frank and Tom. This was
a little more tender...a little less pressured...and a little more
unpredictable. That last thought hit as he started moving his fingers
around in my ass, causing me to sharply inhale right before a little moan
escaped my lips.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Ready for what?" I replied. Only I didn't get all of my answer out
because right in the middle, Frank started forcing his entire hand into
my ass. "Wait...wait...wait..." was all I could manage to get out. Even
though he was going slow, the pressure was amazing and I had never been
stretched quite like that. "Oh God...it's too much..." I moaned into the
pillows. But Frank didn't stop. He pushed, added lotion, then pushed
some more until his entire hand was up my ass. I didn't move. I just lay
there reveling in the mix of pleasure and pain praying that he wouldn't
move...because then I'd have to readjust.
"I'm pulling out now." And he did just that. Slowly, gently, he
removed his hand from my ass and I was left shuddering on the bed trying
to get my mind around the fact that I had just had another man's hand
ENTIRELY up my ass. I wasn't able to ponder the thought long though,
because Frank moved on top of me and gently eased himself into me.
This was different. I wasn't bound. I wasn't being handled by two guys
at once. It was one man on top of me, slowly, almost lovingly, fucking my
ass. For the first time, I didn't feel like I was being assaulted...I
felt...sensual. Feeling his weight on my back with his dick in my ass, I
wanted to move against him. Even as he fucked me, his hands caressed my
arms and pulled them above my head where he intertwined his fingers with
mine. His fucking was slow and luxurious and it forced me to grind my own
dick into the bed. With each of his thrusts, my cock was caressed by the
mattress and teddy giving me my own special pleasure. Thurst after thrust
from Frank and my pleasure built.
"Oooh Frank," I moaned. "I think I'm gonna cum."
"That's good Jo...that's good...I'm not far behind you."
Frank started pumping faster and his pressure on my prostate combined
with the sensations from rubbing against the teddy made me feel like I
was going to burst.
"Please...Frank...please...quick...can't hold on..." My statements were
jagged. My breath was ragged. My body was starting to shake from the
exertion and the pleasure. I felt muscle twitches all over my body and
second after prolonged second, I tried to hold on until I could go no
further. "Mmm...ooo...uunnhh...mmmm...!!" was all I could sputter as I came
all over my stomach. Then Frank started grunting...harder and harder...and
his pounding reached a new level until finally...he came with a
bed-shaking, toe-curling orgasm. My mouth was open in a silent "O" as I
tried to breathe under the pressure. My hips bucked as Frank spurted jet
after jet of cum into my ass. After he was done, we lay there for minute
after minute, trying to breathe and recover our spent energies.
Finally he spoke. "So...was it good for you?"
I laughed. I didn't mean to. I never thought I would. But I did. I
giggled and said "yes."
"See what can happen when you just relax?" I could hear the smile on
his face as he spoke. Slowly, he let go of my hand and began to trace the
outline of my body with his finger. I shivered at his touch, but I longed
for more.
"Jo, that was the way things should have been. Maybe if we'd started
there, you wouldn't have been so resistant all along."
"No. I disagree." I stated. "I never wanted any of this to happen. At
least not on a conscious level. Now that it did, I'm still not entirely
sure how I feel about it."
"Oh really?" teased Frank as he ran his hand over my nipples and then
down to my softening cock which twitched involuntarily in his hand.
"Yes Frank. Really. I'm not going to lie to you though, and say that I
didn't enjoy what just happened. I mean, that was amazing...and
surprising...and sensual...and scary...and enjoyable. And I guess that while
we're here on this trip, I'll go along with some of your games and
plans. But once we get back, I want my life back. I want my manhood
back."
"Okay Jo. I can respect that," said Frank as he continued to caress my
body. "Let's deal with the real world once we're back in it though. Is
that a deal? Can we just enjoy the moment and let tonight be tonight and
this trip be what it is?"
"I suppose so," I mumbled through a yawn. "Damn, I'm tired."
"I know. I've got skills," Frank laughed.
"Oh, don't try to get a big head about things. You forget, I was
already tired from skiing."
"Potato, po-tah-to." Frank continued to laugh lightly as he nuzzled my
neck. "Go to sleep, but don't be surprised if you get woken up later
on."
"I won't. I know you well enough to know that I need to expect the
unexpected." Then I turned my head, pushed myself back into Frank's
embrace and passed out dreaming of what the next day would bring.
To be continued...
