All the guys in the neighborhood knew her. Her name was Simone Ravencroft, but my father
called her Mrs Robinson. She was elegant
and graceful and amazingly beautiful. She
seemed to have an eye for younger men and we all dreamed of one day waking up
in her bed. My relationship with her
started off innocently enough as her pool boy.
On many day’s I’d see her moving about her lavish home barely
dressed. There were many days that I’d
end up going home and masturbating furiously to the image of her walking about
in her bra and panties. Of course I’d
also occasionally see her boy toys. Guys
my age walking around her home in just their boxers with a 10 mile wide
grin.
Any bit of attention she placed on me was special. When she told me that she wanted me to work
without my shirt on, but only if I shaved off my body hair I did so that
night. When she told me to help with her
feet, I spent the afternoon kneeling at the end of her pool lounger learning
the intricacies of applying toe nail polish.
One fateful afternoon she invited me in for some lemonade. She told me point blank that she couldn’t see
me as one of her boy toys, but would love to help me explore my feminine
side. I didn’t think that I had a
feminine side to explore, but getting an opportunity to spend with Ms
Ravencroft wasn’t something you turned your nose up to. So I agreed.
The next few months sped by.
My parents were happy thinking I was spending all this time working
around her house and earning money, but where they thought I was painting room
and mowing the lawn I actually was spending time in her bedroom. Wearing her lingerie, learning how to apply
makeup, walking around in her heels. She
called me her favorite little bi-girl toy.
I didn’t like the idea of her seeing me as bisexual, but accepting that
nickname earned me entire afternoons learning how to kiss her, suckle her
breasts and use my tongue in her sweet garden.
Sometimes we’d use her wide and varied collection of sex toys. She enjoyed it when I’d use one of her
vibrators to get her off, but she seemed to like watching me suck on one of her
lifelike dildos even more. I considered
it a very small price to pay for the honor of being one of her toys myself! During those time she’d always say how much
she enjoyed her toys playing well together.
As summer passed into autumn, I still held out hope that Ms
Ravencroft would want to see me as a man instead of her girly plaything. At the same time it was hard imagining how exactly
that could happen. More often than not I
was walking around her house wearing panties a loose teeshirt, my breastforms
in a bra, my face fully made up, and a long dark wig on my head. Any hint of masculinity was covered up,
painted over, or tucked out of view.
This point was proven today when I answered the door and Alexander
walked in. We had been childhood friends
and palled around for years, but he didn’t see anything of me in front of him. He saw only a young sexy girl in front of
him. Without any preamble he cupped my
delicate face in is callused hands and gently kissed me on the lips.
When Ms Ravencroft walked into the room Alex finally let me
up for air but pulled me close to him, his hand remaining on my pantied
ass. My thoughts were all a flutter and
centered around a simple fact…A BOY JUST KISSEED ME!!! Ms Ravencroft simply took our hands and
guides us up to her bedroom. In stunned
silence I watched her push Alex onto the bed and pull his pants down before having
me kneel next to him. As she lowered my
wet lips over his hard cock I heard her say how much she enjoyed having her boy
toy and her bi-girl toy play well
together.
source: fuskator
No comments:
Post a Comment