Costumed Ball
Keywords: Costumed, Ball,
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" Instantly I thought she'd been putting me on, but then she rose up on her toes and spread her legs a little, and my hand slipped underneath her crotch. That's when I felt it; the firm mound of her cock. She must've had it taped back under her so it wouldn't show against the filmy fabric of her dress and it surely had done its job.
But it was hard. I could feel it straining to pop free, and I wished it would. I would "so" go down on her right then and there! I wouldn't even care if I never had another orgasm again in my life; I just wanted to please her and drink down whatever came gushing out!
"...gahd it feels so "pretty," I whispered against her neck. My lips had just attached themselves to her throat again!
"...it's not very big though..." she sighed. Her breath was heavy and labored. It was also very uneven.
"...I'm glad," I mumbled against the creamy-soft skin of her shoulder. I wondered if she had boobs, but then realized that even if she didn't, it wouldn't matter.
Then this unfamiliar feeling of aggression came over me; sexual aggression. Usually I'm pretty docile and passive; Lisa and that actress from "Electra" are always doing things to me in my fantasies; undressing me, kissing me, making love to me (all over, and in every way they want). But now it was like Cori was me and I was one of them, and I bit her neck, then reached up with both hands and started peeling her dress downward. It was like this nasty, hot, vibrating sort of feeling and it was really exciting. I was going to strip her naked and then take her. I didn't care what I'd find because it was already decided (and offered, on her part) what was going to happen, so here it was, starting.
In moments I'd exposed her chest, down to the top of the ribs. She had no bra on and was quite flat-chested as you'd expect. But she was hairless, and looked nothing like a guy. Her nipples were male—sorta—but they were rock-hard and jutting. I sucked them and Cori gasped and shivered where she stood. I sucked one and then the other, back and forth, tasting them, sampling each, enjoying each. Then I turned her to face the wall and pulled her dress further down her back.
"Female" was all I could think. A chick's back and shoulders—couldn't be any doubt now. I pulled it down some more to the waist and beginnings of the hips. How could Cori say she was a guy? Was she on hormones or something? This was by no means a guy's back. Then I couldn't help myself and totally kissed all that beautiful bare skin to pieces! She arched. I heard her gasp again. Her skin got bumpy, and then, so as to not just totally strip her naked, I fumbled for the zippers of her knee-boots and pulled them down. Fresh, silky-soft skin peeked out. I peeled the boots down and then pulled her legs back one at a time to yank the shoes completely off. Soft, her skin was. Her feet were nothing but pure "girl" in shape and softness, and I couldn't resist kissing each of her heels before letting her feet back to the flooring.
She stood before me now, totally bare except for the ass and a little bit of her thighs which the pulled down dress still covered, and from what I could see, there was nothing manly about her—at all. Then I felt the urge and knew I couldn't hold back. It had to be done. I was squatting there behind her at the time and so reached up and pulled her dress all the way down. She had on a pair of pretty but simple briefs, and they came down at the same time as the rest of the dress. All the way down. Down those lovely long legs, past the knees, the calves. Her cute feet were now covered with the crumpled cloth of the dress and a moment later, unasked for by me, she stepped out of the pile and stood with feet planted around the delicate, bluish garment, leaving everything else wide open to view.
I could see it though. I could see the way she'd taped her cock back between her legs. The head of it pointed backward just beneath the lower curves of her ass-cheeks. The head was dark, but still somehow strangely feminine in the way it looked. Like a huge clit maybe? But everything else was total "girl," and I sat back on my heels to admire her like that.
She wasn't as full-figured as the actress she resembled, but what she had was curvy and soft and delicate looking. I stared, totally not believing what I was seeing. I mean, I'd expected at least a more boyish look, or muscles where a guy would have muscles. But even the shape of her butt was womanly. Then, because I'd had enough, I let myself go completely.
Cori later told me that she'd never ever realized her buns could give her so much pleasure, and that I was the first to really give her that kind of pleasure. She said I kissed and licked and fondled and bit her buns for almost twenty minutes without stopping. I don't know about the time, but I can admit I couldn't get enough of that fabulous ass of hers. Real firm, but still cute—like a jockette's behind.
And those thighs! I spent I don't know how long just running my hands up and down her legs while I kissed those buns of hers, and she told me later on that though she'd always known her legs were really sensitive, she'd never gotten that close to spurting just from having her legs touched. I'd wondered about exactly "who" and stroked those perfect legs, but before I could ask, she'd told me that she always touched her own legs when she "did things to herself."
That had gotten me hot all over again!
Then her feet. She still stood there against the wall as before, letting me do whatever I wanted, and when I wanted to explore her feet again, she would simply switch her weight to one and lift the other back to me. And I enjoyed each: heels, arches, ankles, the balls of her feet, and her toes. I wondered why my feet weren't as obviously sensitive as hers were, but I found out about an hour later that they actually were.
But even that's getting ahead of myself!
Finally though, after maybe an hour, I stopped, caught my breath, and made her turn around. Without opening my eyes, I leaned forward and planted my lips on her pubic-area. I felt the plastic of the tape that still restrained her "thing" but I breathed in a deep lungful of her scent and just lost it again. It was sweet, fragrant, like some body spray I'd tried years ago. It drove me wild for her, and then I leaned back and opened my eyes.
Her pulled-back organ left a lovely "V" right there, but she had actually trimmed her pubic hair just as any woman might. A bikini trim. Except, a little further in from the sides. It was sexy—as sexy as I'd seen from any movie—and perfect. I kissed her right there again and heard another gasping sigh from above. I looked up and happened to look right into her eyes. She smiled, but there was this deep connection that I didn't understand till awhile later, and for that moment, time stopped. There was a gladness and joy and disbelief and satisfaction that flowed from her dark eyes, and some of that seeped into my soul and made me smile back at her. But it was a smile directed at myself too. Then something else came over me—another sort of emotion or feeling—and I was just me again; a chick. And I was a chick who wanted more than anything to complete all of this. I reached up with my teeth and started tugging at the tape that was restraining Cori's thing, and her hands were quickly there to gently stop me.
"...you "sure?"" she asked and I nodded. The next moment those same lovely hands abruptly tore the tape off. There was a sound of discomfort from this tall, gorgeous Elf, and then a small but completely stiff cock was sticking directly out at my mouth. How could a girl refuse something like that? I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and put the thing between my lips, and then, for the next I don't know how long, all I was, was a cock-sucking machine!
The soft, airy gasp and shuddering sigh told me it had happened, but that same instant semen squirted into my mouth and over my tongue. It surprised me, it being my first-ever blowjob, but then I swallowed and continued going back and forth along that small, stiffly-throbbing member. Even though I knew it was a penis, and it looked sort of like a penis and it was a guy I was supposedly sucking off right then, I couldn't think of the squirting thing in my mouth as being any of those things. This was this girl's "clit," and to tell the truth—having tasted my own—what was coming out didn't taste all that different from girl-stuff. I drank it, sucked, squeezed with my lips and drank more, and all the time, Cori was undulating and gasping and making the cutest moans and signs imaginable. I would have thought that if she had been faking, that girlish voice of hers it would've changed at the ultimate moment, but I guess not.
And as I kept sucking, my hands were roaming up and down the legs, down to the ankles, over the tops of the feet, then back up and around to the buns so I could pull Cori's whole pelvis back and forth to me, and the whole experience, even to this day, was one of me making love to this incredible woman. I remember it quite well, and there was nothing, not even a smell, that reminded me that it was a guy I was with.
After that, Cori sort of crumpled to the floor in front of me, panting and half laughing and half crying. I took her in my arms and hugged her to bits, and she finally brought her hands weakly up and hugged me back. When I finally sat back and looked at her, she looked so wasted and yet so gorgeous I couldn't help kissing her again. She was giggling and I was kissing and then it was her shoulders and chest and neck and mouth and arms and her knees (since she was sorta slumped there with her knees up), and then she started getting quiet and started kissing back and at one point I pulled one of her legs straight out and started kissing it, and she leaned back and sighed.
"Sometimes.
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Keywords: Costumed, Ball,