Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2017 00:15:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Olivia (Gay/Trancvestite Incest, oral, anal. b/MMb, m/MMM)
Trancvestite Incest, oral, anal. b/MMb, m/MMM
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explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between
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Olivia
By
Wolf
I was born to a welthy Stamford, Ct family. My mother
was French woman born in Parris, named Alesndra, 33 at the
time I was born. She earned a Master of Fine Arts (MFA)
from Sarah Lawrence College. and uoin graduation from
collage. She was a beautiful woman with alabaster skin
petite, and remained in the country to marry my father. She
was a devout Roman Catholic.
My father was 35 when I was born. He is an
investment banker executive; Yale graduate with a Maters of
Bussiness Adminstration (MBA). He was handsome, atholetic
man with a partrician background and features. He is has a
cool relationshipwith mother and me, but he is close to my
older brither.
Raymond (Ray) is 11 years older than me. He looks
very mych like our father; handsome, atholetic, average
student. He attended a private school in Stamford.
During my mother pregnancy there was a lot of
expectation that her second child would be a female. She
had alreadt expected the name 'Olivia,' The nurcery was
turned into a infant girls bedroom. The wordrobe was
already filled with infant clothes. Likewaise, many baby
showers were held, and especially in the wealthy estates of
Stramford. The community spared no expence in gifts
showere on a privileged future female infant all the way into
the toddler years. The Frence family members splurged on
lavish finery for a girl.
It may have been popular during the 1800 hundreds for
the privilege class to dress boys like girls, but 1989 it was
unusual for a family to dress a 5-year-old in dresses. I had
been chritianed a Laurent (Larry). I have my mother's
physical features; fsir shin, very long blonde hair. My facial
features are very famine. As an adult everyone, except close
family members that know my birth sex identify me as a girl.
I grew up in a wealthy bedroom community for
bamkers, investment brokers, and ciprate heads. As well as
persons working in New York City. The New Haven Line of
the Metro North train had a major stop in Stamford, taking
passangers south to Grand Central Station in Manhatten.
We have a very large home, 4200 sq. fr. with five
bedrooms and 4. bathrooms. Our Georgin style home is in a
lovely area at the turn of the river.
Mother insisted on taking me to mass ever Sunday. I
was enrolled in catechism classes. I was drawn instantly to a
georgious Seliiian priest, named Father Matthew. I sought
our way to be alone with him. One day I worked up the nerve
to kiss him on the mouth. He returned the kiss and I couldn't
resist feeling his boner. He opened his pants to me and I
kissed his penis. Over the years after that I visited him often
and by the the teens he was fucking me and introducing me
to other priests that like young boy's like me.
Mother made a pilgermage back to Paris to introduce
me to her family when I was 2-years-old. My grandparents
lived in the outskirts of Paris (Neuill-sur-Seine). Mother and
my two aunts doted over me, and preferred to call me their
petite fille ('little girl') rather than petit garcon ('little boy').
Even my Uncle Alain related to me the same way. They
dressed me in the traditional embroidered and lace clothis
worn by French childen that identified me as a girl. I suspect
that it was their way of gender bending , wishing that I were
truly a girl, since the family was dominated by male
offsprings.
Our summer vacatins for the next three years were
back to France. My aunts continued to pass me off as their
petite fille. In retrospect, I muct admit that I enjoyed the
attention I received as a girl, as much as I could understand at
the time, I felt feminine. I loved the brigjt colors, soft frilly
dresses, wearing pantyhoses and lace panties. I enjoyed
having long hair being fussed over by my mother and her
sisters. When we returned to Connecticut , father and my
brother tolerated what they considered a be an obsession of
mother's desire for a daughter.
My father gave into her desires not wanting to
disalusion her fragile emotional state brought on by the
disappointment of having a male child when she had been
looking forward to a female child.
My aunts would come to our home in Connecticut in
early November and stay until the end of January, celebrating
Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, and Epiphany with our
family.
I looked forward to those visits very fondly because we
would travel by Metro North to Manhatten to 'Shop to you
drop.' They would take me along and we woud have
wonderful luncheons, and to their day spa appointments. We
would often go to the Essex House , across from Central Park
to celebrate with long lunchons and they would dote over
me. The waiter staff would also doted over me.
On one occasion they took me to as spa, located on
Madison Avenue. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the
place. My mother, two aunts and I soaked in a private pool,
with lavender oil, and rose petals. We were nuse in the pool
and I delighted in having the ladies gently wash and scrub my
naked body. I vividly remember the ladies kissing my little
penis, calling it my fleur-de-lis ('flower of the lily').
In hindsight, I believe they were referring to it as my
clitoris. They were also in the habit of calling me 'Olivia.'
After the wonderful pool sessions, we would each
undergo full-body massages. I remember the warm, fragrant
oils and hands of the masseuse gently massaging my young
body, even my little penis that would "grow" with
excitement, and also my buttocks and hole while I spread my
pink bubble butt. Juan, the masseuse, fondled and sucked by
little penis for the first time and used his finger and tongue
on my lovely rosebud. Oh that was so, so nice! During
subsequent trips to the day-spa, Juan would do his massages
in the nude so that the ladies could freely pleasure Juan.
Juan also was allowed to massage me in the nude and I
learned to take his cock into my mouth, tasting his pre-cum
and eventually taking his "boy-milk" for the first time. He
then kissed me deeply and asked me to share his "boy-milk."
That was so yummy!
The trips to Manhattan continued in these early years
with my mother and aunts and also alone with mother when
her sisters returned to France after holiday.
I discovered that Olivia was the name Mother had
chosen while she was pregnant with me. I enjoyed my
mother's milk through my formative years. I was forced to go
by the name Larry when I entered high school to prevent
being bullied, but the ladies would also have me suck their
breasts.
A key event in my life: Uncle Alain, my mother's older
brother, moves to Greenwich Village at the age of 40 just in
time for my sixth birthday in August. Uncle Alain is an art
dealer and represents a French company that deals with
estate art and furnishings. He is a dandy and defently gay! He
is thin, probably 6'2" and moves about and expressed himself
in a wild dramatic hand gestures.
Uncle Alain is in the habit of indroducing me as his
niece since I continue to wear girl clothing, including panties,
pantiehose, dresses, Mary Jane shoes, exquisite overcoats,
and even my first hand purse. Uncle Alain just loves to sing
'Thank Heaven for Little Girls' to me, borrowed from Mauice
Chevalier. It is amazing what a warm glow comes over me,
even down to my fleur-de-lis when he sings it to me!
Regular visits to NYC continued from 7 to 12, and stay-
overs with Uncle Alain and the meeting of his friends. During
these years I also attend the private day school in Stamford
but wore boy clothes, even though my mother insists on
having me wear my blond curly hair long. Fortunately, my
classmates also wear their hair long since it was the fashion
to do so, but I often was picked on and called a "French sissy"
because of my girlish mannerisms. However, there was a
growing defiance within me as I would not have it any other
way. My goal was to please my mother so she would
continue to love and cherish "Olivia" within me.
I would travel to NYC with mother and she would drop
me off at my uncle's magnificent Greenwich Village
townhome for full-week stays during school breaks. Mother
would return to NYC on the following Saturday to pick me up
and return to Stamford.
Uncle Alain explained, "I have to stretch your pussy and
I will do so overtime, and also use a 'butt-plug' (As he called
it) to continue the stretching of your pussy. In fact,Not only
did my mother approve, but she would continue to have you
wear, different sized cearn butt-plugs during the days and
weeks in the future."
Uncle Alain also explained, "I will administer an enemas
and do so gently during my training period. The Dumas
family also enjoyed douches dorées (golden showers) and I'm
sure that you would find them lovely and refreshing.
Mother and I took beach vacations in summer and stay
at the Madison Beach Hotel with Uncle Alain. Mother
arranges for Uncle Alain and me to room together. It was
thrilling to sleep with my beloved uncle. It at one of those
summers that they deemed it time for me to be delowered.
It was very exciting to get ready that evening for my uncle to
bread me for the first time. Mother dressed me in a lovely
sexy transparent floral bavydoll. She sent me to our room
where Uncle Alain was waiting for me all dolled out in his
own sexy outfit. The room smelled of fresh flowers and the
lighting was subdued. He had a tube of lubricant on the
nightstand. There was a lot of foreplay. We kissed and fekt
each other up, sucked each other nipples and sucked each
other clitties before we prepared for my first breeding.
Uncle Alain removed my gaff and his own. He placed
my heels on his shoulders while he lubricated his own clittie
and applied a gererous amount of lub to my boy pussy, then
he lifted mt butt up and aligned his clittie with my puckered
boy pussy. As he inserted his clittie into my hole there was a
little pain, but I endured it like the good little whore I wanted
to be. It was overwhelming having mu uncle fuck me again
and again. After each time her fucked me I dutifly cleaned his
clittie with my mouth.
The next morning when we joined Mother for
breakfast in the hotel restaurant she was beaming with pride
at my becoming a proper little boy pussy.
During my stays with Uncle Alain, he insisted that I
dress as a girl and mother gladly arranged my suitcase to
accommodate her brother's wishes. Truly, Uncle Alain knew
what 'buttons to push' when it came to my gender
identification and mother was co-dependent on making this
happen. However, by then, I preferred to actually return to
dressing as a girl and so enjoyed having the space to do so in
my uncle's very large townhome. He and I would also
venture out into the city and I began to attend Broadway
shows, which I simply loved, and he introduce me to friends
and all as his lovely niece 'Olivia.' I could not get enough of
this adulation and felt that girlish rush of excitement within
me. Oh, I am 'Sweet Olivia' and this is who I always want to
be!
As the visits to Uncle Alain continued, he would take
me shopping to Neiman Marcus so that I could choose age
appropriate clothing, all very expensive and European in
design. Not only did I choose to be a girl, but a very French
girl who was amoureux de la vie (in love with life). Of course,
Uncle Alain would continually sing, whistle, and hum songs
about little girls. As I understood later, this was his way to
prime me for a role that has lasted for a lifetime. I would be
his little girl and he would train me to do what little European
girls learn to do: to please a lover. Oh, how I wanted to
please Uncle Alain and, in doing so, I was pleasing my dear
mother.
Uncle Alain, "I learned to dress as a girl from a very
young age. My parents, my grandparents, introduced him to
this lovely world of girl-dressing, and that even my grandpapa
would dress up as a woman with grandmamma. It was was
so important to pass along this family tradition of celebrating
boy to girl, and man to woman dress-up."
He explained, "This was called "cross-dressing." In this
world it is called being a transvestites and if someone seekd
sex reasigmnt they are refered to as transsexuals!"
"Our family, the House of Damas, freely enjoyed
"dressing-up" over the centuries!"
This was the first time that I heard him tell about King
Louis XIV, the Sun King, and the free sex, orgies, and gender
bending activities of the French Court. The Damas family
continued these practices and taught the next generation to
enjoy them down to the present time. Uncle Alain then
explained that my mother had arranged for him to mentor
me in these ways. Our traditions must continue, Sweet
Olivia! I, of course, agreed.
Uncle Alain then proceeded to remove his bra,
exposing his totally smooth and shaved body. His skin was so
silky and he had me kiss his nipples and raised breasts, the
outcome of Hormone Reasigment Therapy (HRT) that Uncle
Alain received. We sat on the edge of his huge bed and I
continued to kiss his nipples and felt my clitty get hard and,
yes, wet! He reached down with his finger and took up my
wetness and put it to his lips and mine and we kissed, 'French
style,' for a long period of time. It was the best feeling that
an 8-year-old could ever have! Then my uncle, stood up and
we moved to a red and gold divan. As we moved, he reached
down and cooed in my ear how he loved my clitty. Once we
were stretched out side by side on the divan, Uncle Alain had
me reposition and then told me to slowly side down his
panties. As a did, I saw a garment that I had never seen
before. It was black, shaped like a bikini, and held back Uncle
Alain's clitty.
He explained, "The garment was called a gaff and
transsexuals wore them to keep their clitty tucked away
when they dressed-up. I will take you to a special store, but
we will do so privately, to get fitted for my own gaff as well as
special 'toys' that I knew you will enjoy!"
I was absolutely thrilled!.
Then Uncle Alain had me help him slide off his gaff and
that was harder to do since it was stretchy but strong as well
as satiny. He explained that this helped men who were really
women on the inside, to better feel their pussy or cunt and
wear dresses and pants with what he called the "V" shape.
He promised me that, in the family tradition, I would learn
how to do this plus much, much more.
We then went on to enter the Jacuzzi as we were
totally naked and stayed in the water for a long time as Uncle
Alain proceeded to French kiss me again and explore my
body. He washed me and I washed him, paying special
attention to our clitties, pussies, and titties. Uncle Alain sang
a song in French about lovely little girls and their mothers
bathing in a country stream. I felt my libido arise and I
wanted to be Uncle Alain's slut!
We carefully stepped out of the Jacuzzi and he dried
me off first and continued to do the same. He took me by the
hand and led me to his gigantic bed that had a canopy and
even a step stool to get up into it. He made love to me that
evening very gently. He sucked my clittie and finger fucked
my boy pussy before allowing me to suck his cock and
allowed mt to rim his own pussy.
After another wonderful morning shopping, noon
lunches, and Broadway matinee performances, I was totally
exhausted. Uncle Alain would whisper sweet sexually
provocative things in my ear when we sat for lunch and a
handsome little boy passed by. "Would Olivia like to take a
bath with this sweet little boy? Would you like to suck on his
penis and then have him do the same to your clitty, my sweet
Olivia? Would you like Uncle Alain to join you in his large
Jacuzzi at my townhome?"
I was 8-years-old when Uncle Alain began to introduce
me to lovely, long, sensual baths with him and his friends.
The first time he introduced me to a boy no older than me.
On returning to his home, he would draw the water in his
Jacuzzi and add fragrant salts and oils. The three of us took
advantage of my uncle's Jacuzzi. That way I got to get a look
at the boy naked. He was a sexy looking boy with wavy
brown hair and a slinder build. He was endowed with a
surprisingly large cock for a boy his age. While we lunged in
the hot water the boy stroked my uncles cock, and sucked on
my uncle's tit. I stroked the boy's cock. After we exited the
water and dried off we headed to his bedroom.
I sucked on the boy's cock and he sucked mt clittie,
while Uncle Alain amussed himself sticking his fingers in our
boy pussies. He also jacked off until he was ready to cum. At
that point he squirted cum all over our faces.
After that on our evening togather he would hum
sweet French songs of love to me, his Sweet Olivia, and
slowly undress me in what he called his boudoir. I
immediately felt a sexual rush as my clitty grew and became
hard in excitement. As I stood in my panties and training bra,
Uncle Alain would begin to whisper erotic things in my ear,
kiss me, hold me, and arouse me. He would then remove his
clothing and, for the first time, I would see that he too was
wearing a black and pink, lace balconette bra and matching
panty. He told me that he purchased his lingerie from La
Petite Coquette, located in Greenwich Village. I was
surprised but also pleased to see Uncle Alain dressed in girl
clothes! He also promised to take me there to choose my
own lingerie when I was older.
My visits to NYC to stay with Uncle Alain continued
from the age of 8 on as I described earlier. When I reached
the age of 10, Uncle Alain threw an elaborate birthday party
for me at his Greenwich Village townhome. My aunts, Juliette
and Madeleine, arrived at JFK and join the party along with
Uncle Alain's friends. All guests were expected to arrive
dressed in costumes typical at the Court of Louis XIV. It was
thrilling to see men and women wearing the elaborate lace
and brocade clothing; coiffed hair; the men in tights (made
my clitty tingle!); and employing the feminine gestures
derived from court etiquette.
At a prearranged time, Uncle Alain began to sing
Joyeux Anniversaire ("Happy Birthday") and the catering staff
processed in with a birthday cake, lit with candles, and a
Roger carried in a huge stuffed koala bear. I immediately
clapped my hands in glee for I absolutely loved the stuffed
animal. When Uncle Alain announced that I would soon see
real koala bears on a special vacation to New Zealand and
Australia, I ran over to Uncle Alain, embraced him, and
showered him with kisses. I was surely into My Sweet Olivia
persona at that point. I felt so, so girly in my attire and
everyone came up to me and mentioned how beautiful a
young lady I had become. Yes, I am becoming the girl of my
dreams!
With all of the excitement, I had to use the bathroom
and my two aunts took me upstairs to my uncle's master
suite. They sat be down on the divan and removed my
hooped dress so that I was left with a long lace, pink and
white petticoat. They ushered me into my uncle's bathroom
and over to a bidet. Aunt Juliette slowly pulled down my pink
matching pink and white satin panties so that I could pee
from my clitty into the bidet. Afterwards, I felt the rush of
warm water from the bidet attachment onto my pussy and
clitty. My Aunt Madeleine carefully and gently wiped and
dried my hairless body then applied rose oil to my clitty and
pussy. The scent was intoxicating, so feminine, and so erotic!
My aunts whispered their love of me as Sweet Olivia, their
special and beautiful niece.
Mother arrived upstairs and helped me back into my
hooped dress. She then told me that she had a special
birthday gift surprise for me. She handed me a business card
with the name of Jérôme A. Leclercq, MD, Endocrinologist on
it. Mother further explained that the two of us had an
appointment with Dr. Leclercq on the following morning to
discuss how Sweet Olivia could become even a more
complete girl. "Would you like to know how to do that, mon
Cherie"?
I said, "Oh, yes, mama!"
We arrived at Dr. Leclercq's Madison Avenue office
right before 10:00 AM and the nurse ushered us into an
examination room. Dr. Leclercq appeared to be about 60 y/o,
a little chubby with thinning hairline, but very friendly.
Mother and the doctor went off to the side for the moment
and returned. She said that Dr. Leclercq would first examine
me then ask me some questions and, in order for him to do
that better, I would step out into the waiting room. Once
mother left, Dr. Leclercq had me remove all of my clothing
but complimented me on my choice of training bra and
panties. He asked me if I liked wearing girl clothing and I
immediately said, "Oh, yes"! He then asked if I would want to
wear girl clothing all the time and never be asked to put boy
clothing on again. I also said, "Oh, yes, all the time"! Then he
said, "I believe we can make that dream come true, but first I
need to examine you."
Dr. Leclercq then proceeded to examine my eyes, ears,
nose, mouth and tongue, and under my armpits. Then, he
reached down and touched and moved my clitty around with
his fingers and I immediately became aroused. Dr. Leclercq
then said that it would be good to taste my penis.
I said, "You mean my clitty, don't you?"
He then asked me if I had a penis or a clitty and I
assured him that I had a clitty. The good doctor bent ocer the
foot of the examination table and took my little clittie into his
mouth and sucked on me while rolling my little balls through
his fingers. He also stuck a latex gloved finger up my boy
pussy. At one point her straighted up and unbuttoned his
white lab coat and pulled the zipper down on his trouses and
pulled out a nice looking circumsied cock with a purple head.
There was a clear drop of pre-cum at the opened.
I couldn't resist slidding off the table and knelt before
him and took his cock into my mouth and sucked on it until
he rewarded my efforts by squirting cum in my mouth. I
swallowed his cum. He straighted up his clothes and I got
back onto the table.
After the examination, Dr. Leclercq called mother back
into the examination room. He proceeded to announce that
her boy was actually destined to become a girl and had
passed the test. The doctor asked me if I wanted to be a girl
and be identified as one.
I immediately said, "Oh, yes!"
Then he explained that I would be receiving monthly
injections to block puberty. He went on to explain what
puberty is and indicated that over time my skin would
become smoother, no facial hair would grow, no Adam's
Apple would appear, my voice would remane in a soft alto
range, and my nipples would become puffier and I would
grow breasts. He explained that I would undergo a process of
hormone replacement therapy and receive what I needed to
be a complete girl while I left the little boy behind. I was so
excited.
He asked me if I was ready for my first injection?
I said, "Yes, please!"
He then brought my mother over to me, lowered my
blue polka dot panties, and gave me my first injection,
explaining all along to my mother how to administer my
shorts in the furure.
My mother immediately said, "I have finally given birth
to the daughter I have always wanted!"
My birthday and first doctor visit took place in August
and I thought I would die from anticipation as I awaited the
start of our vacation cruise, two weeks before Christmas.
Mother explained to me that it would be summertime in the
Southern Hemisphere and I could also take advantage of a
longer, pre-arranged break from school to travel on holiday.
During the first weekend of December 1994, I spent Saturday
packing for my vacation. Mother explained that I would only
be taking minimal boy clothing to wear for my air travel from
JFK to Auckland and return to JFK from Sydney. I squealed
with glee, as 10-year-old girls often do, when she showed me
the two suitcases full of girl clothing that I would wear in New
Zealand and Australia. Mother carefully explained to me that
I had to be in boys clothing whenever I was going through
customs and immigration so that my passport matched my
description as a boy. Uncle Alain also had a notarized letter
certifying permission from her and my father to travel outside
the country with Uncle Alain. She assured me that Uncle
Alain and Roger would know what to do and prompt me
accordingly.
Just as mother and I were finishing the packing, my
aunts came into the room carrying a medium piece of
luggage. The luggage had a pink and black bow wrapped
round it and they set it down on my bed and invited me to
open it. I carefully removed the bow and then unlatched the
suitcase. Voila! I could not believe my eyes for there was a
large inscribed card from La Petite Coquette, the famous NYC
lingerie shops, stating, "Enjoy your first custom lingerie,
Sweet Olivia"! I ran over to my aunts and showered them
with hugs and kisses. I was overwhelmed with joy as I peered
into the suitcase and saw exquisite French-lace panties and
matching bras, garter belts, thigh highs, teddies, one-piece
lace see through bodysuits that snap under the clitty,
beautiful satin nightgowns and matching slippers, and
camisoles with built-in shelf bras. The colors were stunning
and there was certainly enough lingerie to wear for the
cruise! I felt so feminine and just clapped my hands and
jumped up and down with joy as I received my first lingerie. I
immediately thought that I would now match Uncle Alain in
the lingerie department! Oh, I could not wait to model these
for him.
The following Saturday arrived and I was up early in
anticipation of the start to vacation. Mother first thing gave
me my monthly hormone injection and I was noticing that my
nipples were getting puffy and tender over the past weeks.
Mother also arranged for a private town car to transport me
with my luggage to JFK and Uncle Alain and Roger met me at
the Qantas check-in desk. The driver brought my luggage to
the counter and Uncle Alain handled the check of
identification and passport and produced the parental
permission document. All was in order and we passed
through security and then went directly to the Qantas Lounge
at Terminal 7 to await early boarding since we were flying
first class to Auckland. Uncle Alain explained that we would
first fly from JFK to Los Angeles International and then have a
three-hour layover before departure for Auckland. I learned
about crossing the International Dateline and I was a bit
bewildered trying to understand how I could leave JFK on a
Saturday but arrive in Auckland on Monday morning. What
would happen on Sunday? Does it get lost somewhere?
Uncle Alain, Roger, and I laughed out loud at that one.
As I boarded the Qantas flight and moved into the first
class cabin, the women flight attendants remarked how
beautiful a girl I was. Mother purposely chose clothing for
me to wear on the flight that was gender neutral and, even
though I looked like a girl, her goal was to not complicate the
passport identity process. Mother had told me that by
receiving the hormones I would begin to think and behave as
a young lady and that my features would become more and
more feminine. Mother even said that I was taking on the
features of a classic and elegant, young French woman. "Oh
what a beautiful birthday gift"!
We landed in Auckland, New Zealand on Monday
morning and got through customs and immigration without
any delays. Uncle Alain, Roger, and I took a reserved
limousine to the Hilton Auckland on Quay Street. We
immediately went up to our room, a two-bedroom suite
overlooking the harbor and islands. Our essential luggage
arrived very quickly and we had the rest of it stored since we
would be embarking on our cruise at noon the next day. The
three of us were exhausted so we collapsed on our beds until
mid-afternoon to catch up on the change in time zones.
When I awoke, I thought that I was in a dream, for
Uncle Alain and Roger were sitting on my bed completely in
the nude. I smiled as my explored their smooth, shaved
cocks, both dripping with pre-cum. Uncle Alain had a thick
7.5" cock and Roger had a monster one that was 9". Both
had lovely low-hanging scrotums. They started to tickle me
and I laughed and cried out in excitement. Then they began
to remove my clothes, stripping me down to my panties and
bra that I wore beneath my light blue sweater and blue jeans
with red piping. For the first time in my young life, I
participated in a threesome.
Thee two of them were on eather side of me sucking
on my swollen nipples and making them evenharder. My
uncle was grasping my clittie with thumb and forefinger and
jilling me. Rodger had his hand under my right thighand was
probing my pussy with hid finger. when I was panting with
excitement they chose to change positions.
Uncle Alain mobed to thr milled of the spacious bed
and picked up my legs by my ankles and placed my heels on
his shoulders. While he prepared to fuck me by lubricating
my pussy, Rodger straddled my head on his knees. I was
looking up his asshole and his scrotum was resting on the
bridge of my nose. The smell of his crotch was enough to
turn me on. That monsterous cock was resting on my lips. As
I felt my uncles cock stretch my pussy, Rodger guided his cock
into my mouth. The two of themfucked me, and the only way
I culd see what they were doing was to look in the mttor.
While they were fucking me they were clinging to each other
and kissing. Rodgers cock would often poke the back of my
throat causing her to chke, but he just kept fucking my moth
until he squirted cum in my mouth. Uncle Alain soon squirted
cum in my rectum.
By the time they were ready to change places Rodger
didn't need to grease me up. Uncle Alain's cum provided all
the lubricant needed. this time my uncl chose to straddle my
chest and fuck my mouth facing me. I could reach up and
play with his tits.
We eventually had to get dressed to catch our cruise
ship. Our luggage had been deposited in out stateroom
before we got there, so we opted to shower and change
clothes. The shower in our stateroom two small the three of
us at the same time, so Uncle Alain insisted on me showering
first. I took a quick shower and while Uncle Alain showered
Rodger was helping dress me in the ensemble I was going to
wear shipboard, when there was a rapping at our door.
When I opened the door I was confronted by a brown
shinned philippine cabin boy. He was the sexiest looking boy
I had ever seen. His dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
His face was prettier that any woman on board the ship. He
was wearing a white jacket typical of all of the ships staff. He
was carrying a basket of fruit and proclaimed that it was
complaments of the ship, and he would be our cabin boy for
the duration of our cruise.
He no more than said that, when Uncle Alain came out
of the bathroom still drying his hair, in all of his naked glory.
The cabin boy got a full view of his manly clittie and his large
breasts. He quickly asked, "Can I help you dry off Sir?"
Uncle Alain smiled wickedly and handed the boy the
towl. The cabin boy knelt in fromt of hm and started drying
my uncles legs, slowly working his way up. when he reached
his crotch he rubbed the cock and balls, and then took the
cock in his mouth.
I watched the adorable brown skinned boy suck my
uncle's clittie until he got a mouth full of cum. While he was
pleasing Uncle Alain I removed y dress and pulled off my
panties and gaff. The cabin boy turned to me and sucked my
clittie. I marvel at the sight of Rodger sticking the
monsterious cock into the cabin boys ass. Ther was only the
hum of pleasure from the cabin boy as he sucked my clitties
as he was being fucked. That was my introduction to a
Philapine 'Benny Boy,' a pleasure I was going to enjoy
repedendly throught the cruise.
I was sure this 16 day cruise was going to be a thrilling
trip. When we were in port he would get dressed up in drag
and show us all og the gay spots. When we were in Sydney,
Az. He was our guide to Manly Beach. That was fun because
that beach is like Malibu Ceach Caifornia. You see the welthy
at play. Their summer is from November to March and you
see men in spedoo type bathing suits and woman wearing
bakini's that are no more that tea bags covering their nipples
and cunts. After partying at see from homes he insisted on
taking us to 'King's Cross to see the gay community and take
us to wild parties.
We felt right at home there becausr drag queens
openly parade the streets. The Auzzies refer to gays a
'Pufta's.' It was grear fun as soon as the locals picked up on
the fact that we were 'Yankies' they bought us anything we
wanted to drink. I trilled at having so many pretty boys vying
for my favor. I was having my clittie sucked constanly and I
thrilled at having viral looking muscle men fucking my pussy
and mouth.
We had to visit Darling Harbor and the Opra House.
Every place we went everyone called us 'lov' and
complamented the cabin boy and me for being such
attractive girls.
When we were back aboard ship Unclr Alain and
Rosger were fucking the cabin boy and me comnstantly. We
visited Thailand as well. There we sought out 'lady boys' and
had a great time. They work in nightclubs in drag. They make
bautful looking girls. Being a blobde they flocked to me when
they found out I had tits and a clittie. The pimps assured me
that I could make a fortune if I chose to stay there. I did
actually hook upwith welthy Azian businessmen for the fun of
it. These botbellied men couldn't get enough of sucking my
tits and fucking me, and they allowed me to fuck them too.
When the cruise came to an end and we had to return
home. I regretted having to leave the ship.
By that time I was living openy as a female. I earned a
degree in business and minored in real-estate. I established a
friendship with a professor 'mentor' with weekends at his
lovely home in Essex, on the Connecticut River. He is a
transvestite. Long erotic sessions and dress-up with her. We
would tske loge baths together and spend a lot of time
transforming ourselves into the women we wanted to be.
When were were dressed up we would pull each other's
panties aside and suck clitties for long periods of time.
I wanted to get away from my family's disapproving
looks and comments, so I opted to move as far west as
possible. I moved to Seatle, Washington. I chose to live
there because there is a large LGBT community.
My mother had taught me well about the way women
dress and act, so I can pass in public as a pretty women. Men
flirt with me contantly, but I have to be careful about
evelinng that I'm a woman with a surprise package.
I take vacations to France as an adult to meed other
members of Damas family. Eery trip is an education about
the family. I am introduced to other members of the family
that are transvestites, and two members that have
undergone sex reassignment successfully. The family is
thrilled to have an American cousin visit, and teach me how
to enjoy the pleasures of sex with my French cousins.
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