Date: Fri, 04 Apr 2003 06:15:10 +0000
From: marcia st.denis <marciatv@hotmail.com>
Subject: Corruption Chapter 4

Corruption -- Chapter 4
By Marcia St. Denis (marciatv@hotmail.com) and Erica Wright
(aquietone@excite.com)
Copyright 2001. All rights reserved.


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Chapter Four

Mark was always depressed when he had to put away his mother's beautiful
things for the day. He found that he was staying up later and later in order
to avoid leaving this perfect dream world he had discovered. Weeks before,
he had stopped sleeping in his own room and had taken up full time ownership
of what he called "The Sanctuary": his mother's bed and bath suite. Without
even being aware just how much he had adopted Sarah's persona, by now Markie
was almost never dressed in anything other than her clothes. Although he
hadn't gotten up the courage to use all of her makeup on a regular basis he
was never without a light splash of color on his lips and a little mascara.
His favorite lip color was pink and he thought the glossy frosted color
complemented his hair, softened his face and highlighted his eyes.

Summer progressed and he spent more and more time in his mother's room. He
was becoming comfortable spending his entire waking hours following Sarah's
routines. At the end of the day it became harder to stop for a little sleep.
As a result he was becoming a night owl and catching little cat naps when he
felt like it. He found that he began desperately hoping that Tom, his
step-father, would return home before he fell asleep so they could talk. He
was achingly lonely and he knew Tom was too. He thought that talking about
Sarah and their mutual loss might help let out some of the emotion that was
bottled up inside both of them. Markie also had a vague notion that it would
bring them closer together.

He knew that Tom was avoiding him.

And although Mark was lonely, he wasn't lonely enough to go back to being
the plain old boy he used to be. He just couldn't see how he would give up
his new life for even a few hours. There was no way he could go out to visit
the two or three boys he could still call friends. Luckily they stayed away
out of respect for him and his grief so he knew he wouldn't be disturbed.
Their parents had told them that he would come to them when the time was
right.

In the meantime, he loved the long lazy days of freedom and he luxuriated in
the soft opulence of his new life. He would wake up slowly as the heat of
the summer sun would gather in the morning and the light would filter into
Sarah's bedroom through the multiple folds of the white chiffon curtains. He
loved lying under the silk sheet cover of her bed, in one of her long sheer
nightgowns, feeling the soft sensuousness of the feminine material sliding
over his hairless skin. It always gave him a physical reaction that made him
shiver with excitement. His little penis would grow and get stiff and he
loved to roll over onto his stomach and grind his pelvis into the softness
of a silk covered pillow that he would push down between his legs so the
soft down would push the silk of his nightie up and mold it to every contour
of his hard, horny cock and cum-filled testicles. There were mornings when
he just couldn't stop pumping into the pillow and before long he would feel
the intense pleasure of an orgasm washing over him. He would shake and grunt
and moan as the cum spurted from the tip of his hard cock. He loved the wet
slippery feeling of his hot sperm sliding against the silk of his nightie
and sticking it to his sensitive skin. This particular morning he held off
from cumming by rising onto all fours seconds before he dumped his load.

Markie slid out of bed and stepped into his favorite slippers, a pair of
white satin wedges with sexy two-inch heels. He adored the fact that his mom
had such a wonderful fashion sense and insisted on always buying matched
nightgown and peignoir sets. He was amazed as he discovered that she
actually had some shoes that only matched specific lingerie sets! He walked
to the love seat of her vanity and slipped his arms into the sleeves of the
matching peignoir to his nightgown that he had left there the previous
night. It was an ankle length diaphanous gown that was as light as air, made
of pure white chiffon with 4" ruffles on all the hems, edges and cuffs. When
he wore this particular lingerie set he felt like a 1940's starlet and he
loved the over-the-top femininity of the set. He knew in his bones that his
mother had loved it too.

Walking to the bathroom, he preened as he passed the full length, floor to
ceiling mirror that covered the 6 closet doors on the hall walls. It took
his breath away to see his soft tan skinned contrasting with the see-through
whiteness of the peignoir set.

"Hmmmm, I am going to have to be careful," he thought to himself as he
noticed the tan lines go up around his neck. The lines must have come from
the halter-top of his favorite white swimsuit.

He knew he was becoming browner as he spent more time by the pool but he
thought he had been careful to prevent tan lines that were too strong by
varying the suits he wore. The halter top, high cut, white cirre one piece
was still his favorite but he also spent a lot of time in a hot pink,
heavily shirred, semi-metallic bikini and a pale yellow one piece with a
mesh lace bandeau connecting the bra with the panty. He often went topless
to prevent any tan lines from developing but obviously he has not been
careful enough since the defining outline of the halter strap around his
neck and the strap lines of the various bikini bra tops were clearly visible
against his soft young skin and he was conscious that he would need to be
even more careful in the future.

He stopped when he saw his reflection on the way to the toilet just to take
in the sight again and to draw power and satisfaction from what he found in
the mirror. He was like a drug addict, needing to wear more of her things,
wanting to look more like her, seeking release only while gazing at his
totally feminized form. Many mornings he would stop and stroke his cock
until the cum spewed out onto the mirror and ran down to puddle on the
marble floor. Now, as he stopped to admire himself on his way to the john,
he let his eyes take in what he had become. From his perfectly painted,
light pink toenails peeking out from the front of his satin wedgie mules, to
his thin, well-turned ankles, up past his very shapely and hairless calves
and thighs, his gaze was momentarily arrested by the sexy sight of his hard
6" cock tenting out the soft material of his nightie and peignoir. He let
his gaze linger there while he reached out and began stroking his pretty
pole through the silky material.

"Oooooo, I HATE it when I need to cum so quickly!!! Why can't I do this
forever?" He stopped, reluctant to let go of his hot pulsing hard-on but
knowing there would be many other chances throughout the day to pleasure
himself.

Hands on his hips, he continued his visual inventory. He took in the soft
tan lines on his chest and shoulders and marveled at the glowing skin of his
face, the full pouty shape of his lips, the thin, straight, delicate little
nose and the finely arched eyebrows above his eyes. His lipstick from the
night before was gone now but his mascara was still there and he smiled at
the pretty eyes that gazed back at him from the mirror. He reached up to
stuff a few errant strands of hair into the white satin scrunchie that held
his ponytail in place and had to let out a giggle as he noticed once again
the results of yesterday's beautification project as the sleeves of the
peignoir slipped down his arms.

When he had taken a bath the day before, he had decided on the spur of the
moment to shave his already almost hairless body and by the time he had
finished he had only the tiniest little patch of soft downy pubic hair above
his penis. After drying off, he was shocked at the sensation of cool,
refreshing, lightness which coursed over him whenever anything touched his
skin, including air currents. Today, as he swayed his body to and fro while
sliding his hands up and down his thighs and stomach and chest, he reveled
in the same delightful sensation. He knew he could never go back to being
unshaved again. This feeling was just too delicious and sexy.

The tingling in his bladder reminded him that he really needed to pee! He
hurried over to the toilet and lifted the hems of his sleep set up and held
them in place with one arm while he sat to relieve himself. He smiled with
pleasure as he reached down to hold his penis and point the semi-erect tip
into the bowl.

"I just love my cock and the tiny little patch of hair I left for it. It
looks so cute!!!! If I were someone looking at me, I sure would get excited
looking at it. Well... at least I THINK I would anyway."

He let his bladder relax and watched the warm golden stream splash into the
bowl. He would never be able to explain it but the sight of his pee coming
out of his cock suddenly fascinated him and he reached his long, pink-nailed
fingers down to feel the heat of the stream.

"OOOooo, God that feels lovely!"

He rubbed his fingers against each other using the lubricant of his pee to
add to the sensation of slipperiness. As the final spurts escaped from him,
he felt the familiar tug in his groin as his penis begun to harden into an
erection. He spread his thighs and wrapped his wet fingers around the shaft
and pumped it. Whether it was the dry humping earlier against the silk of
his pillowcase or the little masturbation session in the hallway or the
warm, golden pee that lubricated his fingers, he couldn't say, but within 5
short strokes he found himself spurting long, thick jets of cum across edge
of the toilet seat and nearly swooned as he watched his sticky, white sperm
land in thick, loopy strings on the floor.

He loved cumming. Not only did he crave the feeling of euphoria he got when
he released his seed but he was fascinated by the look, feel, smell and
taste of cum. When he had stopped spurting and had squeezed the last few
drops of cum out of his shaft and onto his fingers, he lifted the precious
nectar up to his lips and let his long pink tongue snake out past his lips
to lick the liquid off.

"MMmmmm... What a special flavor! I would've never guessed that pee tasted so
good mixed with cum."

Markie proceeded to lick his fingers clean and then he shocked himself when
he realized that he was slipping onto his hands and knees. Strangely
detached, he felt his mouth open and begin licking up the cooling puddles of
boyspunk! He caught himself in the mirror and looked at the young waif with
cum-glossed lips. He felt his cock getting hard again! He was becoming such
a horny bitch!!!

As he swirled the stringy cum around in his mouth, a familiar voice was
screaming in his head, "Ohhhhh God. What in the world is happening to me?
Why am I doing this? Why am I turning into such a sissy? Why do I want to
look like my mom and why am I always so horny when I dress this way? What is
pushing me to stoop so low that I am eating cum off a bathroom floor? Ohhhh,
please don't turn me into a sick person. I don't want to deal with these
perverted and sick urges... Please save me. Why isn't Tom here? Where does he
go? Doesn't he love me? Doesn't he know I really need him around? Oh dear
God, please tell Tom to come home so we can talk. I know if he were here I
wouldn't want to do these things."

His step-father Tom never seemed to be around anymore and Markie knew that
as much as he wanted to be around Tom, it was a mixed blessing that he
hadn't been around very much over the past several months. On the one hand,
Markie felt completely free to explore this whole new world he had grown to
love and need, without the artificial restraint of what Tom might think
about having a son wear women's clothes inhibiting him. But on the other
hand, Markie was feeling almost abandoned and he was becoming a little
desperate for some attention and affection.  He missed Tom's presence
enormously and lately, he had begun to speculate about what kind of marriage
Tom and Sarah must have had for Tom to react so strongly to her loss.

He had heard this one-sided argument before and once again just dismissed
it. He knew he was going to be a sissy, he loved it all too much. From
dressing in all the sexy clothes, to sliding long hard things up his tiny
twat, everything about being a girl-boy was more fun than being a boring
boy! He lapped up the last few splatters of cool sperm and sat back. He was
both satisfied and disgusted at the same time. He loved the way the cool
tile felt against his smooth backside, and looked down at his hardening
tool. He let a dribble of saliva drop to his throbbing cock-head and
immediately shaped his fingers into an `o' and spread the saliva down his
hard length. He looked in the mirror and decided that like so many other
mornings he wanted to get tarted up and fuck himself before starting the
day. As he gave in to the urge, he felt the warmth of anticipatory pleasure
wash over his body. He was about to get up when he noticed something
strange. Because of the way the mirrored doors in the different rooms were
opened he saw what looked like a small seam, actually two small seams, in
the base of his mother's (his) platform bed. From the bathroom the seams
almost looked like a tiny little door!

He stood up and walked through the hallway to the bedroom, the soft fabric
of his gowns billowing behind him and his cock bobbing in front of him.

He kneeled by the side of the bed and tried getting his fingernails into the
crevices. On closer examination, he knew it was a door; a tiny little secret
door. What would he find behind it? Over the months since her death he had
found all of his mother's other secret hiding places, the one thing he'd
never found and just knew his mother had was some kind of a dildo, or
vibrator or something. There was no way that such an intensely sensual and
sexual creature as his mother didn't have something close at hand to satisfy
her needs when she felt like a good thumping but when Tom wasn't around.

Finally, in frustration, he pushed and heard a little click. The door opened
on two quiet hinges. He was afraid to reach into the dark cubby but did so
none-the-less. His hand brushed over something smooth and he closed his
fingers around the soft fabric and struggled to pull out a thick satin
pillowcase. He put the sack on the bed and quickly noticed all the funny
shapes inside. He felt his cock throb against his thigh as he reached into
the door again. This time his hand closed around more familiar shapes: a VHS
tape, and another, and still another. In all, he had six unmarked tapes on
the bed next to the satin pillowcase. He felt around and thought his hand
had grazed something else. He pushed his face to the hole and saw an 8x10
envelope pushed against the back wall of the secret compartment. He pulled
it out and noticed the thick dust coating the tan envelope. He placed the
envelope next to his other `discoveries'

"Where should I start?" he said to the empty room.

`Start with the first thing you took out... The stuff in the back is probably
the juiciest. Better save it for last...'

Still on his knees he fumbled with the pillowcase until he dumped the
contents out. His eyes opened wide. In his mind he tried to catalog the
various items, but kept coming back to the huge rubber cock lying in the
middle of everything. It had to be at least ten, maybe twelve inches long,
and it was thick, impossibly thick. He reached for it and noticed it was as
thick if not thicker than his wrist! His fingers barely closed around the
slightly thinner base, he grasped the tremendous prick right above the
ridiculously huge ball sac, and noticed that the ball sack had hard
ball-shaped testicles that moved around inside it. He turned it around in
his hands and reveled at the craftsmanship. He hadn't seen too many cocks in
his life, but this one looked so real! Each little bulge and vein was
hand-painted a dark purple. The skin looked so real, even the soft skin
right below the cock-head was wrinkled to perfection. As he spun it around
he noticed a large rubber suction cup nestled behind the balls. He pressed
it to his palm and it almost sucked on. He realized the smooth tile in the
bathroom, or any one of the mirrors in the room would be perfect to hold it.
He felt himself staring at the huge thing and then he felt his mouth open
and his pink tongue slither out. Before he knew it, he was tracing his
tongue up and down the huge prick. He felt something hot on his stomach and
looked down to see a huge drip of clear pre-cum oozing from the tip of his
cock. He reached down with his free hand and scooped up the goo, carefully
depositing it on the tip of the rubber prick that was an inch away from his
mouth. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth trying to suck the huge
rubber dong between his lips. He felt his lips stretch and then tasted his
own pre-cum. His mouth began to water. He pulled back and looked at the
clock, he had an appointment with his mother's old hair stylist later on
that day but knew he was too horny to ignore all the toys laid out on the
bed before him. It was simple, he'd pay attention to the time and make sure
he got to Syl's salon in time.

"What am I going to wear? What, what what!?"

Markie twirled around the bedroom, his own stiff cock bobbing in front of
him. He couldn't believe his luck: at long last he would feel something like
a REAL penis up his cunt-hole.

"I think if I'm finally going to lose my virginity, then I need to be
wearing something frilly and white..."

He raced to the dresser and flung open the huge top drawer. He started
digging; he remembered something he'd seen there, if he could just find it
now. His hand closed around the lace-rimmed garment.

"This will be perfect." he sighed. It was a white satin and lace teddy with
a built in padded bra. The shoulders were trimmed with at least four rows of
lace. The neckline had what looked like at least a hundred tiny satin bows
sewn onto it. And sewn around the waist was a short satin skirt that if he
guessed correctly would just cover his curvy backside. He stripped from his
nightgown set and all but leapt into the wonderfully exotic lingerie. His
cock pulsed with expectation as he adjusted himself within it. He looked in
the mirror and tried to decide if he should fill out the bra or go au
natural.

"I'm gonna be a little priss taking it up the ass for the first time so I'll
just pretend my tits haven't sprouted yet!" He caressed his chest and
pinched his nipples through the satin.

"Stockings and a garter belt and then shoes... I think there was a nice frilly
lacy one that will match this..."

He giggled as he found it and unsnapped the teddy in the crotch then wrapped
the garter belt around his waist, fastening the three metal hook and eye
fasteners. He refastened the crotch of his teddy and sat back on the bed and
carefully rolled the white stockings up his smooth legs. Markie stood and
turned around to adjust his seams before clipping the stockings to the
clips.

"Almost perfect..." He pranced to the closet and knelt to dig through his
mother's shoes.

He settled on a ridiculously high pair of white satin, open toed pumps. He
tiptoed around the bedroom, his cock on the verge of exploding with every
movement.

He looked at himself in the mirror and remembered the fancy taffeta veil in
the back of his mother's closet! Seconds later he had the gauzy material
over his head. He looked like a young bride!

He sauntered over to each large window and closed the blinds. The room was
now too dark. He lit a few candles and crawled onto the bed. He swept all
the items from the satin pillowcase onto the floor. All except one. He
stared at the tremendously long and thick dong. He began to imagine his
husband's voice...

"Don't worry honey it won't bite... just lick it... just lick the shiny tip.
Be a good little wife and suck my big, hard bone..."

Markie dropped his veiled face over the huge prick and licked around the
spongy glans. He imagined that husband's hands dropped to the back of his
head.

"What a good girl. Doesn't it taste good? That's it lick it... like a
lollypop, your own private hot and musky lolly... Your tongue is driving me
crazy babydoll... Oooo huney, c'mon and suck it. You know you want to and I
won't tell anyone that you're my dirty little cock-sucking bitch... OK? Oh
c'mon lovergirl!"

Markie opened his mouth and plunged his pink glossed lips down until he felt
them stretching over his husband's knob. He imagined the groans of pleasure.
Markie couldn't believe the electric sensations whirling though his body. He
was aware of his cock under all the tight satin and lace, but the pleasure
really wasn't coming from his throbbing prick. He felt heat and the purest
king of pleasure deep in his chest. His heart was pounding! He wanted to let
go of the cock and really suck it, but every time he did it flopped onto the
bed. He licked down around the heavy balls and remembered the large suction
cup!

"I want to see my new wife on her knees in our bathroom sucking my big
prick, lets go honey!"

Markie skipped into the bathroom, lighting a few candles as he went. He
knelt so that he could look in the mirror and watch himself suck the monster
cock. A little shiver went up his spine.

"I should be able to see this thing splitting my ass open too..."

He held the heavy rubber cock in his hands and was about to press the
suction cup to the wall when he slid it up another two inches. He wanted to
imagine his husband as a big strong man who towered over his sissy wife!

Straining, he could just reach the tip of the big rubber cock while he was
on his knees. He licked and sucked it... Every so often looking at himself in
the mirror. The veil was still in place but he could easily see his soft wet
lips wrapped around the thick shaft. He was a natural cock-sucker! He looked
at the shiny satin and frilly lace and his curved butt which was perfectly
framed by the little satin skirt. He rubbed his long legs. He was about to
cum! After a few minutes his knees and neck began to cramp.

"Suck my balls for a few minutes... give them a nice tongue bath."

Markie sat back on the cool tile and pressed his lips to the realistic
ball-sac. He sucked at them and felt the testicles slide around inside.

"That's a good wifey, suck them hard, and suck each of my balls into your
mouth. You're lucky it's our wedding night cuz usually right about now I
grab whoever is sucking my cock and force them down between my legs. That's
right; I make all my girls stick their tongue up my musky ass. Some of them
do it so good I shoot a huge sticky load all over the top of their heads.
I've heard cum is a great conditioner. You'd like that wouldn't you baby?
You wanna be my dirtiest lover girl..."

Markie wished the UPS guy was standing in front of him so he could slide his
tongue down over that man's real prick and balls and then slide further down
between his legs and nestle his tongue and nose between his sweaty cheeks!
What was that guys name? He swore he'd remember it. He was, after all, his
first blow-job. Damn!!!! He just couldn't remember it!

"Who cares now...? I'm sucking my loving husband's huge knob..."

He ran his tongue and slippery lips back up the veined shaft, closing his
mouth around the bulbous glans. Markie bobbed his head up and down, feeling
the blunt tip of the cock slam repeatedly against the back of his throat.

"I think I've had enough of your silly inexperienced mouth you little
whore... I wanna feel my big cock between your tiny ass cheeks. That's right
honey, my girls don't use lube. I wanna feel your dry, hot hole wrapped
around my penis. I wanna hear you scream when I fuck you for the first time...
don't shake your head... Just dribble your saliva all over it and get it nice
and shinny with your spit."

Markie allowed drools of saliva to coat the shaft; he used his hand to
evenly coat the prick.

"That's enough baby, turn around on your knees with your shoulders down and
stick your virgin butt up in the air... look at how curvy and round you ass
is. I can't wait to stuff my cock up that tight sweet rectum!"

Markie reached between his legs and fumbled with the clasps between his
legs. He wanted his husband to see his tight pink hole. After a few minutes
of struggling with the tiny clasps he heard the man behind him growl,

"Ohhh fuck it you sissy... Here, let me at your hole!"

Markie felt and heard the fabric tear and could feel cool air on his
twitching ass-cunt.

"Oooooh yessssss... What a good girl... That's it... scrunch up your tight
hole, twitch and clench it, remember that's just what you need to do when my
prick is up inside you..."

Markie imagined his husband leaning forward and pressing the blunt tip of
his huge cock against his virgin cunt. Markie swooned as the soft rubber
nestled between his soft asscheeks.

"I'm gonna fuck you now... squeal all you want but I'm not gonna stop until I
dump a huge sticky load up your twat... here goes baby-doll..."

Markie pushed back and groaned as the tip of the huge cock stretched his
tight hole.

"Awrrrrrrggg... oh fu-fuh-fuck... You're so big honey... Your dick is so damn
big! You're gonna rip me and make me bleed just like virgin brides should on
their wedding night."

He kept pushing back and looked in the mirror as he struggled to take inch
after inch of the thick penis up his burning rectum. The searing heat of
penetration was spreading all over his body. His cock which had been
throbbing against his tight lingerie was now soft in defeat. Little quivers
and shakes swarmed over him. He was sweating and he felt the liquid beads of
sweat rolling down his back and chest. He was in agony but he was making his
husband happy. Markie imagined the joy he would experience the night he
could actually give himself to another man and took a deep breath and pushed
back harder.

The mirror confirmed that he had less than half the huge bone up his ass. He
hesitated for a second, reaching back, running his nails around where the
cock disappeared up his hole. An evil thought swirled through his demented
mind and he pulled off his lovers cock, swinging around without thinking and
sucking the rubber dong between his lips.

"You dirty little bitch!" his husband growled. "That's right get it all wet
again..."

Markie repeated the fucking and sucking over the next fifteen minutes until
he knew he was one, maybe two big pushes from taking his lover to the hilt.
Turning around and pushing his butt up against the cock head he reached back
and grasped his cheeks, spreading them until between them stung. He closed
his eyes and leaned his head against the cool tile. The taffeta veil was
rough against his face, but he just knew he couldn't pull it back over his
head until he had satisfied his husband!

Markie took one last deep breath and pushed back harshly. He felt the final
resistance of his asshole give way and then the last few inches of hot hard
cock rush up inside him. His ass was almost sucking the last little bit
inside. The searing heat subsided as the thinner part of the shaft slid
between his cheeks, a second later he felt the big manly ball sac pressed
against his own. He broke the fantasy for a moment and giggled loudly as he
tightened and loosened his asshole.

"I can't believe how fucking good this feels! I'm never gonna be a regular
boy again!" he squealed to the empty bathroom.

He pulled a leg up so he could see the pink ring of his asshole wrapped
around the huge rubber dick. He slid forward and watched, mesmerized as the
entire prick slid from his hole. He spun around and dribbled a long line of
saliva along the dick. He closed his eyes and submerged himself in his
fantasy.

"Ok baby-doll, let's fuck for real now!"

Markie reached back and grabbed his cheeks, imagining his husband holding
them as he fucked for effect. He humped backwards four or five times and
couldn't believe how wonderful his rectum felt each time he took the cock to
the hilt. In no time he was buzzing with pleasure. Each time the rubber
balls slammed between his ass and slapped up against his own cum-filled sack
he grunted in pleasure. His cock was throbbing again, and he reached down to
rub it through the slippery satin of his teddy. He was glad that he'd ripped
the crotch earlier rather than unclasping the lingerie. He had a huge cock
up his twat, but his own was also tightly encased in his favorite fabric. He
felt the huge wet-spot that seemed to spread with each stroke.

"Ohhhh lover boy... My gorgeous hubby... My back is really starting to get
tired. Can I sit on your cock instead?"

Markie reached back and peeled the cock off the wall and plopped it down
onto the floor. He made sure that he could see it in the mirror and
immediately slumped on top of it, sliding down until he'd taken it to the
hilt again.

"I wanna stroke your cock while I fuck you up the ass... pull your prick out
you bitch... you whore... you cunt..."

Markie obeyed his husband and pulled his little prick out from behind the
white satin.

"Good girl... Let me stroke that thing."

Markie wrapped his fist around his cock and swooned as the pleasure
radiating from his ass joined with that coming from his cock. It seemed like
the two sensations were churning and knotting deep inside his belly. His
cock was tingling and his ass aching with pure sensation. He knew he was
only a few fucks from cumming and he looked over his shoulder to watch the
huge rubber tool disappear between his curvy cheeks. He could only watch for
a second before he felt the discharge building up the base of his cock.
There was no chance to hold back and instead he just went with it, sliding
all the way down the enormous prick until he felt the balls pressed to his
stretched opening.

"Uuuunghh!" he groaned as the first huge stream of sperm shot across the
room. "Oh fuuuuck!"

And then another and another long thick sticky rope spurted from the open
hole at the end of his cock. Oh damn!!! He was on the very edge of the last
spurt but couldn't seem to get it out. In a haze of frustration he could
feel his asshole clenching around the hard rubber cock with each spurt. He
started sliding forward and that did it. Another shot of creamy cum joined
the others on the floor. As the cock slithered out of him he finally reached
the peak of his orgasm and shot for the last time. He held himself on his
hands and knees panting uncontrollably.

"That was fucking unbelievable!" he groaned, looking down at the huge
splatters of sperm all over the tile of the floor.

He reached back and lifted the slimy cock from the floor. It was warm from
being up his ass, and oh-so slippery. Markie knew what he was going to do
and welcomed the final descent into utter depraved perversion. Completely
detached he watched in the mirror as the young girl in front of him flipped
back the veil. Amazingly pretty young thing he thought as he took the wet
prick and ran the blunt tip through the nearest puddle of cum before
slurping it down. His tiny pink tongue lapped at the big penis and then his
lips kissed the sperm-glossed cock-head. Markie watched as the girl slumped
to the floor. Lying on the floor in a post-orgasmic daze, he drifted as he
watched the girl slurp up each puddle of bitter cum.

Some time later Markie woke up with a startle. What time was it? He looked
around the bathroom and everything came back with a twinkle.

"Ummm that was so much fun... I can't wait to do that again, but I really want
the real thing... Well, wishing and hoping and dreaming and wondering about
those things won't do any good. So I better get ready for the day."

Markie drew his bath and slipped out of his wedding lingerie. He dipped his
toes into the water and then slowly slid down until he was lying flat with
his head resting on the neck rest. He loved the feeling of the oiled bath
water as it seeped into his skin and softened it. He felt a tingling and a
tiny stinging sensation from his satisfied asshole.

"I wonder if a load of hot sperm will make that feel better!"

He spent a long time merely daydreaming and swirling the water over his
body. He had decided that he needed to do something with his hair and today
he had an appointment. He was going to the same hairdresser that his mother
had used and he was nervous. He would have to leave the comfort and security
of The Sanctuary and his house to go out in public and get his hair done.

Getting up the courage last week to make an appointment with his mother's
long time hair stylist was a milestone. Sarah's hair dresser was a very
effeminate gay man who went by the name of Syl (short for Sylvester) whom
Mark had met on two different occasions when he had accompanied his mother
while she had her hair done. It took all of his courage to make the call and
today was the day he had to follow through with his plan.

After dressing and fixing himself a little bite to eat, he slipped behind
the wheel of her Jaguar J type (which had become his car upon her death) for
the short drive downtown to the stylist's shop. He had dressed with
particular care for this outing. He wanted to look soft and feminine but
knew he just couldn't come right out and wear a skirt.

After his bath he spent time repainting his toenails with the remaining MAC
polish in the light frosted pink that he had grown to love. Then he did his
fingernails with a barely tinted pink flesh tone. He slipped into a gorgeous
light pink lycra and satin thong and then pulled on a pair of tight,
low-riding, off-white sailor pants with a front panel held up by two rows of
subtly pearlized navy blue buttons. He chose a simple, high collared, open
necked, white cotton blouse with three-quarter length sleeves and slipped
into a pair of cream colored loafers. He wore no jewelry, making sure he
took off all of Sarah's rings and the diamond bracelet he loved wearing so
much. Bu he felt very naughty as he put his keys, license, clear lip-gloss
and wallet into a small white clutch purse that looked very Euro-unisex.

Markie was thrilled when Syl gave him a big hug and a quick peck on the lips
by way of a greeting.

"Ooooo, I just love the way you've let your hair grow out so I'll have
something to work with! So many people come in demanding a certain look
without giving me the length I'll need to make it happen. I just hate
disappointing my sweeties. I want all of my darlings to look as good as they
want so they feel like they can conquer the world... or at least conquer the
hunky doll they set their sights on for that night! But you're too young to
know anything about that, aren't you honey?"

Mark didn't know quite how to respond and Syl ignored his discomfort saying,
"Come on over to my work station so I can look at you and we can talk about
what we need to do to you."

He sat down in a semi-private work area and Syl immediately began running
his jeweled fingers through his hair.

"Mmmm, you have hair just like your mother's. She probably had the nicest
hair I've ever been blessed to work with. It's so rich and balanced.
Beautiful body and perfect texture. You are also her shade exactly, don't
you think?"

Mark smiled meekly and said that he agreed. He was thrilled when Syl was
able to understand his stilted explanation as to what he had in mind. Not
only did Syl not laugh at him but he spent the next 20 minutes leafing
through various hair styling magazines pointing out variations that he
thought would be especially attractive for Mark.

"Markie, my sweet little cutie-pie, I am going to make you cream your
darling little sailor pants by the time I get done with you..."

And leaning around the corner of his partition, he said, "Gina, will you
cancel all of my appointments for the rest of the afternoon? This
appointment will take longer than I thought. And you can lock up and go home
as soon as the other cutters are finished. OK?"

No wonder his mother loved her time at the salon with Syl. He made Markie
feel just the way he must have made Sarah feel: like he was the only person
alive. Mark had never been pampered or fussed over before quite like this in
his entire life and he was learning to love the feeling. Syl asked Markie to
get up and take off his "shirt" before putting on the styling smock.

"Mmmm, what a pretty, smooth chest punkin'...So soft too."

Syl reached out and slid his fingers up Markie's stomach to his chest and
then grazed his nipples. Markie had to close his eyes and he felt like he
was going to swoon when Syl suddenly slid the stylist's smock up his arms
and tied it in the back and led him to the sink for a shampoo.

Syl spent over three hours with Markie. It was perhaps the most fun he had
ever had in his short life. He never realized how much time it took to make
girls so beautiful or how hard stylists worked, but he luxuriated in his
time alone with Syl.

His dark auburn hair was highlighted and streaked with shades of red and
blonde before it was cut into a really cute wedged bob. Syl left it full and
relatively short in the back and then tapered it down to the top of his
neck. From there the ends sloped down to maybe 4 inches below his chin at
the front. His bangs were feathered to come just below the eyebrows with the
tips tickling the lids of his deep green eyes.

When it was all done Syl asked him to look in the mirror. Markie was
overcome with emotion. He didn't know what to do or say. He felt totally
paralyzed at the sight of himself. His hair was more perfect than he had
ever had the right to hope for.  He stood there looking at himself and
without thinking about it, he started to cry. There, staring back from the
mirror was his mother's image... From the reddish blond highlights to the way
the tips curled in and under his chin to tickle his neck, to the smoldering
green of his eyes, to the wide, soft lips that despite the crying, showed
the biggest, happiest grin he'd had since Sarah's death.

Markie leapt up and turned to give Syl a huge hug and the damn burst. He
couldn't control his sobbing. He was so happy and could only squeak out his
thanks between sobs. Thank god the rest of the staff had gone home nearly an
hour ago.

"Oh Markie honey, it's OK. I understand. Just let it go. Let it all go,
sweetie. You've been all alone for way too long and I'm here now. It's OK
dollface." And Syl just held him tight and stroked his back and let him cry
himself out.

Fifteen minutes later he finally spoke, "Look Markie, I knew what you wanted
from the moment you started talking. I mean, I did your mommy's hair for all
those years and if anyone knows anything about a person, it's her
hairdresser. I knew what hairstyle looked best on her. So if anyone knew
what you were talking about it was me. And I am so honored that you came to
me to help you."

Pushing Markie back and holding him at arm's length, Syl went on. "There are
no secrets here honey... not with Syl. Tell me, did you start wearing her
clothes before she died or did it start after? And when did you begin
wanting to look like her?"

"But... How on earth did you know that? I never told you anything and no one
has seen me for over a month now. Oh no! Is it THAT obvious? Or has someone
been spying on me?" Markie cried out, scared at the thought that everyone in
town knew what he had been up to.

"Oh Markie. You are such a precious dear! When you took off your blouse, I
saw the tan line from the halter-top swimsuit you must wear when you go
swimming. The only boys I know who have tan lines like that are pretty
little girly-boys who are so cute and sexy that boy-lovers like me go
weak-kneed and turn to jelly in front of them. Why do you think I spent so
much time making sure you got exactly what you were hoping for? Hmm, my
little pet?"

With that Syl turned away and went to the window to shut the blinds. He
turned back to Mark and said, "Sit back down. I'm not done with you yet."

He then proceeded to thin Mark's eyebrows, arching them perfectly. He spent
another hour making up his face with all of the skill and expertise of a
practiced makeup artist. Syl knew exactly what he was doing to turn this
gorgeous little boy's face into the face of his mother: a goddess whose
sexuality was the envy of every woman in town.

When he was done Syl slipped a pair of diamond and pearl clip-on earrings on
a stunned Markie. Suddenly moving quickly he went to the closet and put his
short jacket on and asked, "Well, cute boy, are you coming with me, or are
you going to just stand there and admire yourself all night? Put your blouse
on and get your cute little fanny over here. I'm starving. Aren't you?"

Syl took him to a quiet little Italian place. It took Markie a while to
realize that the restaurant only seemed to cater to men. There were a few
women, but then he realized under close scrutiny that they were women in
mind only! He sipped on the martini Syl had ordered for him (the first hard
liquor he had ever tasted) and soaked in the attention he was getting. He
adored the obvious looks of desire he caught in the eyes of the older men.
He knew they were talking about him and he was unconsciously preening a
little for them. Syl watched with amusement and had to bite his lip to keep
from laughing at the sight of this gorgeous young girlie-boy showing off and
flirting with all of the horny old goats in the place.

Markie didn't know if it was the fact that he was getting pretty drunk or if
it was because of the way he looked but he knew he was causing a stir and it
felt really good. His little cock started to get hard in his pink thong and
he didn't try to hide it when he had to reach down and adjust it so that it
was pointing up against his tummy.

"Oh my, Syl... This is  SOOOOOO much fun. Do I look that good or are these
guys just desperate? I don't know why you are doing this and I don't know
why I am so excited but I don't ever want this day to end. It has been
magical and I don't know how I can thank you."

"Honey girl, I brought you here to show you off. You are maybe the finest
creation I've ever turned out and I wanted these rich, horny donkeys to see
what I have and what they are missing before I take you home... You know
Markie, most of these guys are married. That's right... They have a wife and
kids waiting for them at home but they come here on the off chance they'll
get lucky and find a cute little thing like you to help them keep their
demons at bay. You know about sex don't you?"

"Oh don't look so shocked. Married men go crazy for sexy young queens like
you. There are SO many gay men who are trapped in marriages that can't begin
to satisfy them or their sexual hungers. Lots of girls are kept mistresses
of these rich playboys. These kept boy-girls have much better things than
the plain, vanilla wives the men go home to sleep with. The young sissies
have unlimited budgets to buy virtually anything they want to make their
lives comfortable, from the nicest apartments and homes with the very best
furniture to the richest furs and gaudiest jewelry, and the finest designer
clothes and heels. They enjoy more pampering from service people like me and
massage therapists and makeup artists and personal trainers than anyone can
imagine. All the girls need to do is be available for unlimited sex with the
men who put up the money."

"These `so-called straight' men need what these girls have to offer. They
would die if they were denied access to all that soft, available, sweetly
loving, outwardly appearing femininity that hides what they crave: nice hard
cocks waiting for them to suck or get fucked by. You have no idea how many
gay married men there are in the world."

Markie knew he should be scared at the thought of all these men wanting to
taste the delights that his body promised. He also knew he should be really
worried about Syl's remark about taking him home at the end of the evening
but he felt so happy and so relaxed from the perfect afternoon and the
liquor that he just smiled stupidly and leaned over to give Syl a long soft
kiss. His lips opened on their own volition and the two of them spent 15
minutes kissing away all of the lipstick and lip liner that Syl had so
painstakingly applied. Markie giggled again, and before he knew it, dinner
and a whole bottle of red wine were over and he made his way to the
restroom. He stood by the two doors. Both had the symbol for male, but one
was pink and one was blue! He reached for the shiny doorknob and opened the
pink door! He opened his clutch and clumsily reapplied his lipstick and some
blush.

He knew he was drunk and he knew he loved the feeling.

"I'm going to have to begin fixing myself some drinks more often... I love
this feeling of being lightheaded and loose. It makes me want to masturbate
though..."

He smiled to himself as he began to sway a little and push his hard cock up
against the edge of the counter while he tried to fix his hair and smooth
out his lipstick.

"What's going to happen next?" he wondered and then couldn't help but let
out the softest little giggle.

"Mmmmm, whatever it is, it's gonna be an adventure and one I am feeling VERY
ready to have. Syl is just the sweetest and softest man I have ever met. I
feel so comfortable being with him. I feel so good, so feminine, so alluring
and sexy, so ALIVE. Being the object of lust from all of these cute gay men
is driving me wild. Mmmmmm, and I'm feeling so very empty back there. I
think I'm going to need a long session with my new-found rubber too...
Giggle... and...  I need to pee but I am so hard I don't think I could push it
down or open up my bladder even if I wanted to..."

He moved from the mirror towards the sink and was about to sprinkle some
cool water on his rock-hard cock which he had slipped out of his sailor
pants when he heard the shuffling from the far stall. With his cock still
out of his pants, Markie tip-toed closer.

A slightly effeminate voice rattled off the walls. "You think that little
sissy could give it to you like this hunkydoll... huh? Do you? In her cute
little sailor suit, she's probably never even seen a real man's hard cock,
let alone fucked someone like this... You pathetic piece of crap... Who gives
you what you need?"

Markie realized they were talking about him! He leaned closer and could see
just a sliver of the action through a crack in the stall door.

"You do... You do honey... You give me everything I need... everything I fucking
crave..."

"What is it that you crave sweet sugar?... Tell me, you fucking prick..."

"I need to pull up your frilly skirt... (unh... oh yesssss... harder... fuck me
harder!)... and wrap my lips around your huge she-male prick until it's
dripping with my spit... Then when my jaw is sore from sucking you for so
long, I need you to slap my face with your big bone and wait for your
command... the command that satisfies every one of my dirty dreams..."

"That's it prick... tell me more. You're getting me ready to shoot... tell me,
tell me what you want from me and what I want to hear..."

"You know honey... You know so well... Ohhhh noooo don't take it out! Please
stick it back in me!"

"If you want my dick, tell me what you REALLY want..."

"All week long... all I've waited for is your simple, loving command... You know
where you tell me to `Drop your pants and spread your pathetic ass!'... Ohhhh
fuck yesss... Fuck me harder..."

Markie could hear the slap-slap-slap of the two bodies as they rutted behind
the closed door of the stall.

"Ohhh you little fag... I'm gonna shoot you full of my creamy stuff... but
before I do I want your tongue up my twat... I wanna see you wanking your
pathetic little thing while you worship my musky cunt."

"Ohhhh please don't take it out... please stick it back inside..."

Markie saw the woman spin around and bend down.

"Stick your tongue out you little priss... that's it!"

Markie could see the tip of the guy's tongue snake up towards her soft
smooth white ass as she slammed it backwards.

"Perfect you little shit... Tongue-fuck my asshole... Oh yeah... Just like
that... I can't believe that I used to let a pathetic shit like you fuck me
there... Remember how tight it was?... I bet you'd love to fuck my ass right now
wouldn't you... but not anymore you can't... The only thing that you can touch
my asshole with is your little pink tongue! By the way, can you taste the
lube?"

The guy groaned out in disgust and pleasure.

"How about the cum? Can you taste my lovers load of bitter sperm? He fucked
me at lunch. I need to have my sissy's soft sweet tongue soothe my sore hole
after I get fucked by a real man. Remember you'll never have me again... not
now that I know what you really need, what you really crave! Tell me again
what you need!"

"Ugghhhh... I need your thick tool up my pussy!"

"No you silly prick... Use the real words... I want to hear you say what you
really need!"

The guy was struggling to stroke his cock, breathe, tongue his mistresses'
asshole and talk, all at the same time. Markie's cock was throbbing in his
hand!

"I need your rock-hard prick stuffed up my pathetic little gayboy asshole, I
need the kind of fucking only a special girl like you can give... please fuck
me... I need it; I need you up my ass!"

"You've convinced me, you worm. Get back up here and spread your ass."

The two switched places, Markie noticed that the guy had pink frilly panties
bunched around his ankles.

"I think you need a special `punishment' tonight..." There was a great deal of
emphasis on the word punishment.

"What are you doing honey???? Why aren't you doing me like I need? Oh baby,
please, I beg you... Stuff your big thick thing up my pussy! Please?!"

Markie heard what sounded like a rubber band snapping and then looking at
the floor and saw the wrinkled condom hit the floor.

"Because you looked at that silly little chicken-girl I'm giving you my load
so it'll drip out of you on your way home to wifey-pooh... you need to
remember who's in charge..."

"Noooooo..."

"Yessss...it's been a long time since you've taken my cock bareback, keep your
mouth shut or I have another dirty idea for you my little priss..."

The fucking sounds resumed, faster and faster and all Markie heard was
grunts and groans of intense pleasure.

Markie watched as the shemale's glistening cock pistoned in and out of the
groaning guy's asshole. Markie couldn't believe how fast it disappeared and
then reappeared. The shemale's cock was rock hard and Markie was so close he
could see every throbbing vein and blood vessel.

"You're gonna get it... here comes... my thick creamy stuff... you know you
really want it... tell me... fucking tell me you bastard!"

The shemale was fucking her lover so hard that her cock was exiting his hole
with a wet sucking sound. Markie was squirming, imagining getting ravaged by
this experienced whore.

"I... want... your... cum..."

"Where do you want my cum?"

"I want... it... up my assssss! I want a huge load of your hot sperm up my
asssss!"

"Don't you cum without me you silly bitch!"

"I can't help it! Your cock feels soooo fucking goood! I'm gonna cummmm!"

With that, the grunts became loud yelling as the two tried to cum together.
Markie stood there transfixed as the grunts and groans subsided.

"Ummm... baby-doll, your ass feels so good filled with my cum... I love the
thought of you going home to your wifey with a huge load of my squirming
sperm swimming up inside you... But..."

The effeminate voice suddenly became harsh.

"You came before me... and for that... you need to really show me who's in
charge now... Don't shake your silly little head. You know the rules. I laid
them out the first day... That's it, slide off my cock... no don't move, I wanna
see my cum bubble out of your ass... That's it, clench those strong muscular
cheeks together. Fuck that looks sexy... Do you feel it oozing down your
crack? Now it's coating your balls! I think you need a tampon dear."

Marcia heard the crinkleing of plastic and then saw the pink wrapper land
next to the dry condom.

"Here, let me slide this up your sloppy cunt. What a cute little butt-hole,
hopefully the string will remind you of me all the way home, and then when
you take it out later you'll think of me again! Let me pull up your pink
panties. How does that feel? Doesn't my slippery stuff soaking your panties
remind you of just what you are? That's enough groveling; you can turn
around and look at the prize your little-boy premature ejaculation has won
you... Don't look so horrified... no matter how many times you say it disgusts
you, I know the truth. You love sucking my musky cock, especially if it's
covered with streaks of cum from fucking your ass bareback. Now open up...
that's it... good boy. Ummm! I love your sweet lips closed around my prick..."

Markie backed up trying to simultaneously pull his pants up and get out of
the bathroom. He turned rushed back to join Syl.

"You look all flustered... is everything alright?" Syl asked true concern in
his voice.

"You're not too drunk or gonna get sick are you?"

Markie shook his head, "They were fucking...one of the girls was fucking a
guy!" He gulped his drink and started the fresh one that Syl had
thoughtfully ordered in his absence. He continued matter-of-factly. "I heard
the two of them fucking like animals, right there in the stall... I thought I
was gonna cream in my panties!"

Syl laughed, "You have to make a lot of noise when you go to the bathroom in
a place like this... though sometimes it doesn't even matter if you do. They
like the thought that someone is watching. C'mon, lets get you home before
you're irretrievably corrupted by someone else."

They went out into the cool air and Syl opened the car door for Markie,
"Young ladies first." He whispered with a wink.