Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2005 22:44:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Sasha Steele <sashasteelecfw@yahoo.com>
Subject: Booty Banging at Mardi Gra - Part Two

Booty Banging at Mardi Gra - Part Two
by Sasha Steele

After Dinner Delight

    The following morning Del and Tori had a late
breakfast in the hotel's upscale restaurant before Del
went home. They had arranged to meet at seven for
supper, deciding to get dressed up and go out
somewhere nice.

    Del lazed around her apartment till mid afternoon,
got cleaned up, dressed, then went shopping with her
girlfriend. She sashayed around the markets in black
tights that showed all her assets to advantage. They
sat at an outdoor cafe, had something to eat and a
couple of drinks while Del filled in the details of
her date last night.

    Hidden between the rows of one of the dress shops
the girls had had the opportunity to relieve them
selves and were drying their crotches at the cafe.
later, in the back of the bus on the way home,
giggling and carrying on, Del, no longer able to hold
it, had leaned onto the head-rest in front of her and
filled the seat of her tights. She disembarked with an
extra bulge in them.

    At the hotel Tori hung around the pool-spa area in
a black two piece bikini. He never swam or went in the
hot tub because he didn't want to get wet. Although
the crotch of his bathing suit bottoms was wet. Having
had to pee so bad and no body around, he had spread
his legs and peed on the carpet as he sat on the
outdoor balcony leaving a good size puddle between his
black high-heel sandals.

    The weather was warm so Tori decided to wear a
casual summer dress for dinner. He chose a colorful
flower patterned mini-dress with spaghetti straps. Its
simple A-line sheath design had a bit of a loose fit.
Loose enough to play down his protruding gut, but
there wasn't enough material (with the swell of his
hips and his fat round ass), to hide a suspicious
'extra' fold in the front just above the hemline.

    He had on white panties and brassier, beige
stay-up stalkings, and light brown open toe, ankle
strap sandals with five inch heels that matched his
purse. As long as he stood and walked correctly his
modesty was preserved - the pretty lace tops of his
nylons, the seat and cock-pouch of his panties
remaining hidden under the short hemline of his dress.
Bending and sitting was an other story.

    Tori wore his shoulder length blond hair in a
loose style. He wore a few pieces of matching jewelry
and light makeup. He looked pretty - a sexy, gay
transvestite ready for another night out on the town
at the Mardi Gra and a dinner date with a phat
gorgeous  shemale. After checking himself in the
mirror one last time Tori called Del then headed out
to meet her.

    Del also had decided to wear a dress. And when
Tori saw her his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Wow! What an outfit Del had on.

    She usually always wore full seat panties - just
in case. But having already moved her bowels Del
decided on a thong tonight. She was wearing cock-hose
(thick shinny silver-white tights that fit her like a
second skin). Pulled up high on her hips the tights
followed every nook and cranny, and every contour of
her sexy lower body - over her gargantuan thighs,
their material sinking deep into the crevice between
her massive butt cheeks, the cock-pouch tracing every
detail of her scrotum and penis.

    And over top of her hose Del wore a crotchless
black thong that was more a lace cock ring than
underpants. Her big beautiful pantyhose-covered cock
and balls protruded through the opening. The tiny
front panel, which was all black lace and bows, fit
snug against her fleshy pubis mound and pulled tight
to the under shelf of her slight belly. The thin
straps rose on angle to the waist band of her tights
and over her big hips where they met the single thin
back strap that ran deep through the crack of her ass.
The three straps formed a little triangle (it too lace
and tiny bows), on the shelf of Del's big ass.

    Del was wearing a sexy black mini dress. Like
Tori's, it had spaghetti straps. There was a satin and
bead design on the tight bodice and the low-cut
bustier that barely contained Del's big tits. The lace
cups and straps of her brassier showed. The dress's
short multi-layered fluffy chiffon skirt spread out in
a slight flare that inadequately covered her bulging
crotch pouch and phat ass. If you dared to stare, you
would see just a bit of the cheeks and crack of her
fat ass and a few inches of her white-tights covered
cock.

    On her feet Dell wore black sandals; the heels
five inches high and the toes open like Tori's were.
Her sandals had many straps across the top of her feet
and  buckled above her ankles. And she had a black
purse with a short shoulder strap tucked up tight
under one of her fat arms.

    Del's streaked hair was pulled up in a clasp that
left her curls sticking up and back in a rooster tail.
She wore all her gold jewelry - earrings, necklaces,
bracelets, and lots of rings. Her makeup was heavy.
Del was hot, and she was drop-dead fucking gorgeous.

    They ate Italian, both pigging out on pasta loaded
with meat and thick sauce, on salads, bread, and
deserts. Tori bogged down on the desert, sat back
kneading his bloated gut. Del was still eating hers.

    What's the matter Sugar? She said when she
finished eating, speaking again in her fained droll.
"You eyes bigger than your gut?"

    "I'm stuffed, Del."

    Del took up a fork full of Tori's cake. "Come on,
Sugar. Momma Dell gonna fatten you ass."

    Tori opened his mouth and allowed Del to feed him
the rest of his cake. They had drank three bottles of
wine, finished up with capichino and both needed to
pee. Del had been bouncing her heavy thighs, squeezing
her cock between them, and now her hand was between
her legs with a tight grip on her self.

    "Your not. Are you?" Tori said.

    Panty pissing had become a national sport with
trannies and shemales. Hardly any used a toilet any
more for either reason, and certainly not a public
toilet. It started as protest, they wanted their own
facilities - had the right to them. But now it was
sport.

    Tori didn't have to go quite as badly as Del did,
and he was a bit less bold about it anyway. The waiter
was on his way over with the last glasses of wine.

    "Soon as he's gone," Del said.

    The waiter put the wine on their table along with
the bill and left. Soon as he turned his back Del
slide to the edge of the chair, spreed her big legs
and relaxed to let her pee flow. Her tights saturated.
A wet spot formed at the tip of her cock spreading
backwards.

    "Awwww-fuck, that feels so good," Del said,
"mmmmmmmmm." She closed her eyes enjoying the release
as pee raced through her tights and splashed into the
thick carpet. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Del
pissed for over a minute, then wiped the tip of her
cock with the cloth table napkin.

    They paid the bill and left. Tori was holding
himself now. He was desperate, his panties already wet
as he had leaked a bit into them. They ducked into an
alley. He spread his legs and bent over placing one
hand on his knee. As soon as Tori released the hold he
had on his cock, using that same hand to lift the hem
of his dress out of the way, pissed poured through his
panties onto the ground.

     "Ahhhhhh, fuck. Did I have to go," Tori moaned.
He peed for a minute or so, then held his breath as he
 strained several times to completely empty his
bladder.

    Del watched with fascination as Tori finished
pissing his panties. A massive hardon tented her
tights straight out from under the short ruffles of
her dress. Her shiny white tights stretched to
accommodate its length causing the stretchy material
to be drawn in tight against her shaft and scrotum.
Del took hold of her foot long erection, gentle
stroking it through her tights.

    "Oh god, Del," Tori said, a troubled look crowding
his pretty face. Earlier on in the day Tori had felt a
big shit coming on. Pigging out in the restaurant had
placed pressure on his bowels. He had been squeezing
back his poop, then lost his hold when he strained to
finish peeing. "I really have to shit."

    Del placed her hands on Tori's waist and pressed
her hard cock into him. My poor baby got to do a poo
poo," she said, "mmmmmmmmmm."

    "I can't hold it," Tori said. His sphincter ring
was dilated, his poop already moving through it. "I'm
going to dump in my panties."  He placed his hands on
Del's bare fat shoulders. His poop was touching the
material in the seat of his white panties now. Tori
closed his eyes, gathered his breath, and bore down
hard. Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn," he grunted.

    Del reached around placing her hand against the
seat of his panties. "Nnnnnnn, don't press, nnnnnnn,
too, nnnnnn, hard, nnnnnn," Tori said as he strained
to fill his panties.

    Del felt Tori's load push against her palm. It
made her cock stiffer. "Shit for me baby," she said,
"fill your panties for momma Del."

    Tori was breathing hard. "Nnnnn." He was almost
done. "Nnnnn." The load in the seat of his panties was
growing. "Nnnnn." It felt like a lumpy baseball.
"Nnnnn." Del continued to work her cock through her
pantyhose.  She was breathing hard as well. One final
effort and Tori finished.

    He caught his breath. Del pressed her hardon into
him. "Shit," she said. "I'm going to have to cum."
Tori's cock was hard as well, tenting his panties far
beyond the short hem of his dress. "Ahhh, Give me your
month, ahhh," Del begged.

    Del's strokes were faster now. Tori squatted down
gingerly. He could feel the shit in his panties as his
panties tightened against it when he squatted.

    "Ahhhh, ahhh, I'm going to cum, Del moaned. Tori
opened his mouth. Del shoved her cock in. She took
hold of Tori's head with her free hand. "Ahhh, ahhh."
Del masturbated through her tights. "Ahhh, ahhh,
ahhh." And then she came. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

    Del brought Tori to his feet and to her lips. They
kissed and Del explored his mouth for a taste of her
own cum. Through his panties she fondled Tori's
throbbing hardon. She withdrew it through the leg hole
pulling him off as they kissed further.

    Then Del sank down on her haunches and took Tori's
stiff cock into her mouth. She reached around to
fondle the mound in the seat of his panties. Tori
moaned when he felt the hard turds pressed into the
crack of his fat ass.

    Del worked Tori's cock with her hand and mouth.
She knew how to give a blowjob. Tori rocked forward
sinking his cock into her mouth all the way back to
his balls. "Ahhh. Del. Ahhh, I'm going to cum." He
pumped his hips and pressed down on her head. "Ahhh,
ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Tori cried out as
he came in Del's mouth.

    She stood. They kissed again. Tori fixed his
panties and they headed to Bourbon street where they
hung out; eating, drinking and dancing. Tori kept
tugging at the back of his short dress and slapping
Del's hand away as she tried to lift it, teasing him.

    When they were sufficiently tired and drunk Del
said, "let's go. Momma Del gonna change your dirty
bum. Then she's gonna fuck you." And so, their panties
freshly wetted, they stagger off back to Tori's hotel
room.