Crossing Over the Line part 1 by kelmag

The telephone directions led me to a nice, gated condo complex in the upscale village of La Jolla, a beach community adjoining San Diego. Another phone call at the entrance yielded the gate entry code, her condo number and more directions. I drove into the complex, past the clubhouse and pool, along narrow, winding roads shaded by the abundant trees. It was a clear, brilliant day; the sun almost directly overhead at 1 P.M.. I slowed as I approached her building, one of many identical, vaguely Spanish style stucco and red-roofed structures in the complex.

It had started two weeks earlier when I came across her name while perusing a web site called "The Erotic Review," a site that provides information, including client reviews, of those who offer adult services in every major city of the country. Her name was Katherine and she had received consistently high marks and rave reviews. The link to her web page led me to several striking photographs of her. Tall and slim, she had the figure of a Victoria's Secret underwear model, full lips, dark brown eyes, blonde hair and a very nice smile.

Her web page described her as a Latina, in her mid 20's, five foot - eight and 120 lbs.; and emphasized how easy going and friendly she was. Katherine was about giving pleasure, her web page said, without attitude or agenda. She offered a true "GFE," or Girl Friend Experience in the lingo of the trade. Her reviews bore out the truth of her web ad. One after the other raved about her skills, passion and desire to please.

It took me a while to gather up the courage to write to her. I described myself accurately as a middle aged white guy, six feet tall, about one hundred and seventy pounds, with hazel eyes and sandy, light brown hair. I wrote truthfully that I had never had any experience with the type of services she provided, but I had often fantasized about it and the fantasies had become more frequent and urgent of late.

I explained that I was no novice when it came to obtaining services from a provider. As a sexual submissive I had visited professional dommes several times in the last few years. My favorite activities were strap-on play, light bondage - including CB bondage and intimate body worship. I had found a great domme in San Diego and saw her fairly regularly; whenever the urge became so insistent that it could no longer be ignored. I enjoyed those visits immensely, but of late there seemed to be something missing from the play; something that I had a powerful urge to experience, at least once. I thought Katherine was just the right person to provide me with that special experience.

I found a parking spot near her building entrance and then took a couple of deep breaths before shutting off the engine. I was a few minutes early so I closed my eyes, took several more deep breaths and tried to focus my mind on the decision I had made. Even as I sat there, I did not know whether I would, or could, fully go through with it. Having never had that kind of experience before, I did not know for sure how I would react when the moment of truth came. I reaffirmed though two promises I had made to myself before setting out for Katherine's place that afternoon. First, I would not do anything unsafe. And second, I would leave myself open to the experience and simply follow my feelings at the moment, without making arbitrary, moralizing judgments. It sounded right in my mind, but it did little to calm my extreme nervousness.

My hand shook as I exited the car, went to the trunk and transferred the bottle of chilled Champagne into the gym bag I had brought which already contained several items I thought would be useful for the session. I had told Katherine that I would be very nervous and would bring a bottle of wine - thinking a little conversation over a glass of wine at the outset would help settle me down a bit and get me to relax. I figured Champagne was appropriate since it was often used to mark special occasions - and this was certainly going to be a special occasion for me.

I found the door and knocked twice. I heard the sound of footsteps, a short pause as she eyed through the peep hole and then the click of the door lock being opened. The door opened just a crack and a pair of dark brown eyes peered out in the narrow space.

"Come in," she said in a whispered, little girl's voice, as the door swung open.

"Thanks," I said as I stepped into the condo apartment.

She closed the door quickly behind me and bolted the lock. She came back around in front of me, a vision of loveliness in a tight, figure hugging tank top, short skirt, black stockings and heels. She had changed her hair color - it was no longer blonde. It was now a dark brunette. Falling in soft waves below her shoulders, it looked more natural than the blonde color in her pictures.

She was tall and slim - in her high heels, perhaps just an inch or so shorter than my six foot height. Her arms were long and very thin; her hands quite delicate looking with long, well-manicured finger nails - colored a dark pink, matching the shade of her full lips, as best I could make out in the dim light. Katherine's legs although slim were very shapely, their length accentuated by the short skirt and high heels. The only feature of hers that was not slim was her bust which was large and almost perfectly rounded; her substantial cleavage clearly visible from her tight, low cut top.

She stepped up close and put her arms around me; then kissed me on the side of my neck as she murmured, "welcome Kevin."

"Tha . . . Thanks Katherine," I stammered, senses suddenly overwhelmed by the warmth of her body, the softness of her touch, her gentle voice and the scent of her perfume.

"Please come over here and sit down," she said softly, leading me by the hand to the couch in her living room, just inside of her entry foyer. The room was dimly lit by a single, small table lamp opposite the couch; the vertical blinds closed against the bright afternoon sun.

I put my gym bag down on the glass coffee table as she lead me around it to the corner seat of the couch. I sank down into the softness of the couch's seat and back as I sat, Katherine still holding my hand.

"Can I get you something to drink Kevin?"

"I . . . I brought some wine, . . . some Champagne actually. Please have a glass with me," I said as I leaned over the coffee table, retrieved my gym bag, opened it and took out the chilled bottle.

"I'd love to," she said, taking the bottle from me and then disappearing into the kitchen.

I heard the sound of cabinets being opened and the clink of glasses as I opened the side pocket of the bag and removed the white envelope I had brought her. I laid it on the end table next to the couch, in plain sight. The flap was closed but unsealed. I had put a little extra in it, wanting to make a good first impression.

I was just closing up the bag when I heard a loud "Pop." Startled, I flinched but quickly realized it was only the Champagne being opened. I sat back into the soft confines of the thickly pillowed couch. Feeling beads of sweat on my forehead, I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and daubed it dry. I felt warm all over but especially my face. I could feel the heat of my flushed face, the skin seeming to pulse along with my rapid heartbeat. I was clammy all over, my face and palms unable to stay dry.

I knew I would be nervous and dressed accordingly in a loose "Island" type button down, short-sleeved shirt, khaki pants, socks and loafers. I took the precaution of putting on a heavy layer of antiperspirant under my arms. The beads of perspiration rolling down my sides obviously revealed the futility of that measure. Knowing I would be nervous was one thing, but doing something about it was quite another, I thought to myself as I noticed a tremor in my left hand.

Katherine returned carrying a small tray in front of her - the bottle of Champagne, two large wine glasses and a short stack of cocktail napkins just fitting on its round surface. When she reached the coffee table she bent at the waist and set the tray down on it, her long, dark hair falling in cascades down past her shoulders. Still bending over, she picked up the bottle and slowly poured the Champagne into one glass, several times waiting while the foam settled, then continuing to pour until the glass was nearly filled to the top. She then filled the other glass but only about half way.

As she poured out the sparkling, golden liquid, I enjoyed the vision in front of me - her large cleavage well below my eye level allowing a full view of her charms. With my attention elsewhere, I hadn't noticed when she finished pouring the second glass. She looked up and caught me staring, eliciting a small, knowing smile from her and an embarrassed glance down at the floor for me. When I looked back up at her, I just caught her glance over at the white envelope I had left on the side table. A larger smile crossed her face as she looked back over at me while she came around the coffee table and took a seat beside me.

Actually, she didn't really sit on the couch - she turned sideways towards me, slipped off her shoes, and then knelt on the seat with one leg folded up under her, the other leg extending out until it lodged itself comfortably between the calf of my leg and the couch. She rose up a bit to pick up the wine glasses, offered me the full one which I took, then settled back on her folded leg with her own glass, her short skirt hiking up to reveal her shapely, tanned thighs. I offered a toast:

"To new friends," I said, raising my glass towards her.

"To new friends," she echoed back, then reached over and gently clinked glasses with me.

I took a small sip to taste it and then a larger gulp when I found the taste pleasing. The sparkling wine was still very cold and felt so good coursing down my throat, cooling me, settling in my stomach nicely. She took a small sip, then another small sip.

"Mmmmm, this is really good Kevin. Champagne was a great idea."

"Thanks Katherine, I thought the occasion called for it. I was hoping you'd like it," I replied, the effect of the first large gulp hitting me quickly, making me a little light headed.

I had eaten lightly that morning as I had for several days previously and had skipped lunch altogether. With a nearly empty stomach there was nothing to slow the progress of the alcohol from belly to my blood stream and then straight to my brain.

She was sitting very close to me, the knee of her folded leg pressed against my thigh, the foot of her extended stockinged leg resting against the back of my ankle. She was looking directly at me, taking in the full picture. I glanced back over at her, our eyes meeting briefly before I averted mine. I nervously took another healthy gulp of wine.

"I liked your e-mails Kevin. It told me so much about you. You write very well."

"Thanks Katherine," I said looking back up at her as she spoke. "It comes very naturally to me which is a good thing, because I have great difficulty talking, especially about those kinds of things. Guess I'm kind of shy in that way."

She took another small sip before continuing:

"Don't worry about being shy Kevin. I love shy types," she said pressing herself closer, her free hand moving to my bare arm and gently squeezing it before sliding down to my upper thigh and giving it a firmer squeeze; her hand remained there.

I put my hand over hers and gently rubbed it, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. I took another sip of wine, my glass now half empty. As the cool liquid slid down the back of my throat, I felt some of the tension in my body release. I took a couple of deep breaths and enjoyed the light-headed sensation from the wine. I looked back up at her, at her eyes checking me out from top to bottom, her mouth curled just slightly in a knowing grin.

"I especially liked the story you wrote - the story of a fantasy session with me. It was so realistic, so much detail, it was like it had already really happened. It was also very hot," she said, her voice dropping into a sexy, husky tone. "I couldn't put it down. My panties were so wet - I came twice the first time I read it; and twice more the second time."

"I'm so glad you liked Katherine," I said in a half whisper, the effect of her words tightening my throat, making it hard to speak. "It unfolds like a movie in my mind. I just write what I see."

"You have a great gift," she said earnestly. "I just hope the reality can measure up to the fantasy - I hope I can measure up," she said, her voice trailing off as she rose up from her half kneeling position and swung her extended leg up and over my lap, climbing on top of me, "cowgirl" style, her knees pressed against my hips, her thighs against mine.

"I don't think that will be a problem Katherine. You're doing great so far," I said smiling as I looked up into her face.

Amazingly, she had accomplished that quick maneuver without either of us spilling our drinks. Not wanting to push my luck, I took one more big gulp, draining half the remaining contents before setting the glass down on the table beside the couch. Katherine mirrored me, but took a much small sip before setting her glass down next to mine. Then she gently cupped my face in her hands, the heels of her palms meeting just below my chin, bent down and pressed her lovely soft lips to mine.

My senses were overwhelmed, the Champagne taking me past light-headed to a little high; the scent of her perfume, the warmth and softness of her body and the gentle caress of her hands and lips put me completely under her spell. Her lips pressed into mine, her mouth opened slightly and I felt her wet tongue pressing against my mouth. My lips parted for her and her soft tongue immediately slid in, curling and swirling as it went. I met her tongue with mine, entwining with it, swirling and sliding together in an incredibly erotic dance.

As we kissed, my hands rose first to her sides and then slid up along the tight top until my thumbs reached the underside of her full breasts. They were firm but not hard as my thumbs crept up until they reached her nipples which were now very hard and fully erect. She moaned as I brushed over them, her tongue reaching further into my throat. I was completely hard now, as stiff as I could possible get. Her hand found me as she released my face with one hand, sliding it down my chest and belly until it found the hard, expanding mound of my crotch. I groaned in response.

Slowly, our lips parted as she leaned back, arching her back, pressing her breasts against my hands as I continued to stroke her nipples and gently squeeze the large mounds. She straightened back up and looked deeply into my eyes as she reached for the top button of my shirt to undo it. Her hands were steady; mine were shaking as they dropped down to her stockinged thighs and gently caressed them, moving up slowly under her short skirt which had ridden up almost to her waist.

She continued down the line of buttons until she reached the bottom. Then, she slid the shirt off my shoulders and arms and down my back as I leaned forward into her to help. When the shirt came free, she tossed it down on the other side of the couch before bending and curling her upper body until mouth reached my chest. I gasped in surprise and pleasure as her soft lips encircled my nipples and began sucking and licking them. She used one hand to grip my chest, squeezing and kneading it as she tongued the nipple while her other hand still pressed into my hardness, making small circles with the heel of her palm.

My hands were also busy, kneading and caressing her inner thighs, moving up towards her crotch. I arrived at her "V" with both thumbs and immediately felt a large, very hard mound. My hands jerked back quickly as though they had touched a hot burner. It should not have been a surprise to me, yet it still was.

Katherine was a shemale; a professional one at that. I knew she was a futa, in fact I had sought her out for that very reason. The special experience I was looking for was to be "topped" by a futa, a fully functional Futanari. In coarser language, I was looking to get fucked by the real thing after several years of strap-on play with dommes. As a sexual submissive, I had developed the increasingly urgent need to take it to the next level. Despite the skill of the domme I saw regularly, she could not simulate the pleasure and passion that only a real cock could provide. I needed to be completely sexually used by someone who derived real, physical pleasure from that use.

I had selected Katherine for this because she not only had great reviews, was fully functional and enjoyed topping, but for the fact that she was very attractive as a woman. Despite my sexual need to be fucked, I felt no sexual attraction to men and never had. The little gay porn I had seen left me completely cold, in fact beyond cold it was repellant to me. I couldn't imagine engaging in sex with some hairy, beard stubbled, muscular man. But a woman - a woman with "something extra," that seemed within the realm of possibility, even desirability. I had seen some shemale porn and found some of it very arousing. A man fucking a futz did little to arouse me, but a futa fucking a man, particularly a dominant futa, a very passable futa, attractive as a woman, I found very arousing.

So here I was, with Katherine, the futanari I had sought and desired, so sexually aroused by her as a woman, that my conscious mind who knew she was a TS had simply taken a hike, disappeared to the point that I was actually surprised when I felt her hard-on through her panties. The comedian, Woody Allen, once wryly observed that God had given man a magnificent brain and an equally magnificent sexual organ, the penis, but just to keep things fun and interesting, only enough blood supply to operate one at a time. It appeared I was another victim of this cosmic joke - made evident by my fully engorged member and nearly vacant mind.

I had reached that first moment of truth - could I go through with this. For a few moments, my mind split into two distinct personalities - Kevin A was still thoroughly aroused by Katherine despite the "discovery" of the extra part - and was, in fact, desperate to continue; Kevin B, the still rational me, although taken aback by the sizable bulge, recalled the two promises I had made to myself - don't do anything unsafe, and at the moment of truth, follow your feelings. The answer as to what I should do was then self-evident. Kevin B quickly extinguished himself, to reappear again only briefly during the remainder of the session.

All of these thoughts flooded through my mind in the few brief moments after I had recoiled. I looked up at Katherine and saw her looking back deeply into my eyes, trying to determine just where I was at and whether to continue. I smiled at her somewhat sheepishly, embarrassed by my reaction and returned my hands to her inner thighs. Katherine smiled back at me, nodded slightly and then slowly and gently took one of my hands and placed it lightly on the hard bulge of her panties. My hand stayed and even started to slide up and down a bit as I felt for the outline of her instrument of pleasure through the thin black gauze of her nylon panties.

She arched her back and moaned, then pulled off her tightly fitted tank top, freeing her magnificent breasts. She threw her head back and shook, running her hands through her dark hair, thrusting her breasts into my face. My mouth opened automatically and took one of her spiky hard nipples into my mouth and swirled my tongue over it before sucking it. As I did so, my hand resting on her bulge felt her immediate reaction, the hard mound pulsed, jerked and swelled. I discovered that there is something to be said for immediate feedback as it further aroused me to tangibly feel her immediately react to my touch.She leaned forward and clasped her hands behind my neck to hold me tightly against her breast. Katherine thrust her hips up against my hand and moaned again. She ran her hands through my hair, using her fingernails to draw a path through my scalp before sliding them back down my neck and pulling me tightly against her. I felt her warm tongue on my ear, drawing circles along the outer lobe before tickling the opening with the tip. The I heard her husky, sexy voice:

"Let's take this inside lover," she said then drew back a bit to look deeply into my eyes.

"Mmmm, I'd love to," I said, meeting her gaze with mine.

She slid off my lap, hands trailing down my chest, then playfully pressing and outlined the bulge in my pants with her fingers before setting her feet down on the floor and rising. She took my hand as I also rose.

"Take your glass and the Champagne. I'll take the bag," she said softly but with authority.

I leaned over to pick up my still quarter filled glass and realized that with only one hand free it would be difficult to pick up the Champagne bottle without risking spilling the contents of the glass. Not wanting to let go of her soft hand, I quickly downed the last two or three ounces of wine in the glass and then managed to hold the neck of the Champagne bottle and the stem of the wine glass in one hand as she led me by the hand down the hallway to her bedroom.

The door was open and we entered with Katherine in the lead. The room was even more dimly lit than the living room, a shaded, low wattage lamp in the far corner providing the only light. At first, I couldn't see anything but dark shapes. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out a nicely made up double bed in the middle of the room with night stands on both sides. A mirrored wardrobe stood opposite the foot of the bed, a small dresser was behind us to the right along a short hallway that led to a bathroom.

Katherine led me to the side of the bed and told me to wait there. I set the bottle and glass down on the night stand and waited. I watched as Katherine removed the comforter and several of the decorative pillows from the bed, leaving only a fitted sheet and several regular pillows stacked up near the foot of the bed. She came back around to where I was standing, put her arms around me from behind and hugged me tightly, pressing her hard nipples into my bare back. I felt her hands slip down to my crotch and gently massage me, using her nicely manicured fingernails to trace the outline of my very stiff dick.

"Let go of everything Kevin - let me guide you. Just do what I say and you will have a fabulous time," she whispered in my ear as she continued to gently massage my cock through my pants and underwear.

"I'm all yours Katherine. I'm in your control completely," I whispered back.

I felt her press herself against my butt and then gyrate her hips in small circles, letting me know exactly what she had planned for me. With her arms wrapped tightly around me, I had the wonderful sense of being engulfed by her. The combination of wine, the scent of her perfume, the warmth of her body and the throaty, whisper of her sexy voice had me slightly high and thoroughly aroused by now.

It was all going exactly as I had hoped. In arranging the session with her, I asked her to take charge of everything - direct me on what to do and how to do it. As a sexual submissive, I enjoyed the feeling of completely letting go - letting my partner take charge. I explained that I was not looking for her to be stern or abusive. I wanted her to be sexy, sensual, even playful but completely in charge of the session - basically to take her pleasure with me and provide pleasure to me how and when she wished. It was clear from her actions so far that she clearly understood the type of session I wanted.

I felt her hands move up to my waistband, undo my belt and the button of my pants and then slowly draw down the zipper of my fly, the soft "whirrr," of the zipper just audible over the sound of her warm breath in my ear. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of my pants and drew them down over my hips, down my thighs and finally to my ankles. I felt her kneel down behind me and take my left ankle in her hand. I glanced down, saw what she was doing and lifted my foot up high enough to let her slip off my loafer and sock before sliding the pant leg completely off of me. As soon as it was free, I put my left foot down and raised my right foot. With practiced efficiency, Katherine removed that shoe and sock and slid my pants free of me.

I was left standing there in only my white briefs, now "tented" by my fully engorged pole. I was a little embarrassed to find a small circle of pre-cum wetness in front. Katherine stood back up behind me, put one arm around my waist, hand and fingers spread wide on my belly, lightly tracing a line with her fingernails until she reached my crotch. I felt a sharp tingle race up my spine and I shuddered in response. Her other hand slid down between my legs from behind, tracing a line with her thumb along my ass crack until she reached my balls which she cupped in her hand through the soft cotton of the briefs.

"You seem very happy to be here Kevin," she whispered and then chuckled at the obvious truth of her comment as my woody rested in her hand.

"There are no words to describe how happy I am to be here with you Katherine," I replied.

"Well, I am very happy you are here Kevin. This is going to be a very special afternoon for both us."

She released the hold she had on my cock and balls and told me to lie down on the bed, face up while she got comfortable and unpacked my gym bag. I climbed onto the bed and half rolled over until I was lying face up, lengthwise on the bed. I looked over at Katherine who was now putting on a bit of a show, giving me close-up view of her shapely, stockinged leg by putting one foot up on the bed and slowly caressing her leg from hip to ankle.

She took notice of my eyes glued to her leg as she showed it off and it gave her pleasure to see the excitement in my eyes as I watched her. She smiled at me as she unzipped her short skirt from the side and slid it down her legs, stepping out of it when it hit the floor. Katherine looked incredibly sexy, topless, wearing only stockings, garter belt and panties. She stood there a moment and posed for me, hands on hips, playfully turning a little to change the angle of my view.

"Now let's see just what you brought Kevin," she said as she picked up the gym bag she had previously set down by the night stand.

She put it down on the edge of the bed, unzipped it and began taking out its contents. Each item was in its own clear, plastic bag. In addition to condoms, lubricant and latex gloves, I had brought along several light bondage items. In arranging the session, I told Katherine that I liked some light bondage - nothing tight, painful, elaborate or inescapable. Just something to restrict my movement, provide at least the illusion that I was helpless to resist and was being "taken."

She opened the box of condoms and dumped the dozen square packets out, spreading them out near my hip. She looked at the two bottles of lube I had brought - one a nice strawberry flavored variety, the other a thicker, more viscous gel more suitable for anal play. She took a few gloves out the box and lay them near the condoms, tossing the box on the floor.

Unsure of a couple of items, Katherine took them out of their plastic bags to inspect them. One was a sex sling which she handed to me to demonstrate. It was basically a long nylon strap with velcro closure type ankle cuffs at each end, a padded section in the middle of the strap and adjustment buckles near the ankle cuffs. The idea was pretty simple - it was a device used to keep a bottom's legs up and spread when being taken missionary style. The padded section went behind the neck of the bottom, the ends of the strap went under the armpits, the ankle cuffs attached to each ankle with the legs up and spread. The top could adjust the length of the straps leading to the cuffs, shortening it by pulling on a tag strap by the buckle near the cuffs. The shorter the straps, the more the bottoms legs were pulled back towards the chest.

Katherine smiled while I demonstrated how it was used and then clapped her hands with glee as I showed how pulling on the tag straps shortened the sling, pulling the legs back. There would be no need for her to exhaust herself holding my legs up in a missionary position.

The other items she wasn't sure about were "post attachments." Basically short leather straps with a metal ring at one end and a clip at the other. The strap goes around a post - say a bed post, the clip passes through the ring creating a firm attachment point for a wrist or an ankle cuff.

The velcro closing wrist and ankle cuffs were pretty much obvious as to how they were used except these had double velcro closures - an inner one to secure the cuff to the wrist or ankle and a longer outer one that could be used to connect cuffs together through an attached d-ring in the other cuff before being re-secured to its own cuff. I also brought several items that could be used to put a bit of a squeeze on my ball sack. These included an elastic, bungee type cord - about the length and thickness of a shoelace, an elastic silicon ring and a loop (a small piece of thin rubber medical type hose - formed into a small loop with its ends passed through a small bead that slides up and down decreasing or increasing the size of the loop hole.

Katherine laid the bondage items along the edge of the bed, arranging them for easy access. Bent over at the waist, her breasts dangled and swayed with each movement. When she finished, she put the bag back down by the night stand and then climbed up on the bed. Moving gracefully, she slid over and straddled my ankles facing me, straightened and arched her back, thrusting her shapely breasts out, then provocatively ran her fingers through her long hair. Silhouetted against the dim lamp in the corner, her lithe body looked incredibly sexy.

Katherine paused for a moment in the arms up "glamour girl" pose before bending forward all the way until her full breasts rested on my upper thighs. Reaching up with her arms, she began lightly clawing my chest with her long nails, drawing them down over my side and belly, and continuing across my fully tented briefs - the "tent pole" quivering in anticipation. She continued down my inner thighs to my knees, raising goose bumps all along the way as she went. She returned to my briefs - using one hand she gently grasped my ball sack through the thin, cotton material; with the other she used the heel of her palm to massage the sensitive underside of my dick. I felt the pleasure of her touch course through me, the heat of my blood spreading deeply in my groin.

"Oh god, that feels so good Katherine, I moaned as she returned to the base of the shaft and started working her way up again. I could feel the wetness of my pre-cum oozing out, soaking the front of my briefs as she went. I started to jerk my hips, pressing up against her hand, trying to hump it. She knew I was getting close and would explode shortly if she continued. She would not allow it - not yet. There was so much more to do.

She moved her hands away from my crotch and began gently massaging my thighs to slow me down. After a few moments I settled down, the feeling of approaching orgasm passing as she ran her hands along my legs, squeezing and kneading the flesh as she went. After a while, her hands started to move up, massaging my hips, remaining clear of my crotch, working her way back up to my ribs and chest. She leaned forward and massaged my chest, squeezing and kneading the muscular flesh, running her thumbs over my sensitive nipples. As she worked her hands, her breasts bounced and swayed as if they had a life of their own.

Katherine leaned over further and brought her prominent lips to my nipples, encircling them with her tongue before pressing her lips tightly around and sucking them. As she did so, I felt her belly graze my crotch and I reacted by thrusting up against it. I looked down and saw her lush mane of wavy, dark brown hair cover my chest and tickle it as she continued to lick and suck my nipples. Glancing up I saw our reflections in the mirrored wardrobe across from the foot of the bed, her slim body writhing on mine as she licked and sucked her way down my chest.

She was sliding down my body as she licked, until she got to my swollen briefs. Katherine paused for moment before slipping her fingers under my waistband and slowly drawing them off me, sliding them down my legs and then free of my ankles. Lightly she grasped my quivering shaft with one hand as she bent low to taste the sensitive spot where the base of the shaft met the top of the scrotum. She used just the tip of her tongue, probing and licking, before using the flat of her tongue on my entire ball sack. I was in heaven, transported by the touch and sight, sound and smell of it all.

As Katherine worked her way up from my ball sack to the shaft, my rational, safety conscious persona, "Kevin B," reappeared briefly, picking up a condom packet and offering it to Katherine. She didn't look surprised or offended. In arranging the session, I had told her that I was completely phobic about sexually transmitted diseases and wanted us both covered at all times in both oral and anal play. This was a hard limit with me. Although the risk from uncovered oral play is considered to be small, it just wasn't worth the risk.

She opened the condom package easily, removed the latex ring and slipped it on top of my dick head, unrolling it over the glans and down the shaft. Her grip felt so food. I moaned in pleasure as the latex sheath made its way to the base. Quickly, Katherine bent low, took the base of my shaft in hand, formed her lips into an inviting "O" and lowered her warm, moist mouth over the head of my shaft. I felt the heat of her tongue press against the head, then swirl around the swollen glans. An almost electric jolt of pleasure coursed through my groin and spread outward until my entire body tingled with pleasure and anticipation.

Katherine must have felt my reaction since she repeated the move, this time pulsing the base of shaft with her gripping fingers and then swirling her tongue all round the head before slowing running the flat of her tongue down the underside of my shaft. She smiled as she saw the impact she was having on me - as I thrashed about, climbing the orgasmic peak. My body was wound tightly, tensed, ready to release. One or two more repeats of that technique and I would have gone over the top. Sensing how close I was, Katherine backed off, releasing my dick. I groaned almost frantic to release but also appreciating the effect of the tease.

Katherine straightened back up, still straddling my knees and began to put on a show for me, playing with herself. She brought her fingers to her mouth, wetting them, before pinching her own nipples, then kneading her breasts, pushing them out, presenting them to me. She brought one hand down to her swollen crotch, her panties bulging with her stiff member, and rubbed it, sliding her hand up and down, her shaft clearly visible in outline through the thin panty material, the head and glans peeking out over the waistband.

My eyes were glued to her, ranging up and down her figure taking everything in. I couldn't imagine a more erotic, arousing scene. Still straddling me, she slowly slid up my legs, over my hips to my belly and paused, wriggling slowly, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her swollen mound - putting on a show. It certainly worked. My eyes were glued to her, taking in every curve, every erotic movement.

Katherine inched up further until she was straddling my chest, knees snugly buried under my armpits as the show continued. My hands went to her ribs and slid up slowly, feeling every inch of her soft skin before coming to rest on her full breasts. Her nipples were very swollen, thimble sized and incredibly hard. She moaned as I massaged her, lightly grazing her nipples with my palms which elicited a tight squeezed of her thighs against the sides of my chest in response. Raising up slightly on her knees, she leaned forward bringing her swollen crotch to my chin.

Katherine brought her hands down on top of the headboard and leaned on it as she slowly gyrated her hips, grinding her crotch on my chin. I dropped my chin and found her swollen black panty covered crotch on my lips. It felt very hot and very alive - pulsing and jerking as she moved. I felt her hand brush my cheek as she slid it down to her crotch. She was looking down at me, deeply into my eyes when she drew the front of her panty across with her fingers to erveal her equipment.

It was starling to suddenly see a cock and balls looming over my face. It was completely shaven - bald, and looked enormous, especially this close up. The shaft stood fiercely erect at a forty-five degree angle, the head large, mushroom shaped and dark pink; the shaft was darker - a light tan and purplish hue that narrowed behind the head but then thickened noticeably as it went until near the base where it seemed to suddenly widen substantially. The image of a tree flashed across my mind - foliage, thickening trunk and wide base.

Of more immediate concern was Katherine's sack of balls which now dangled just an inch or so over my lips. It was darker, more purplish than the shaft and wrinkled, the deep ridges visible all around it. The sack was loose, the balls hung low and swayed slightly as she moved, balanced as she was on her knees with one hand resting on the headboard. It had a fresh, clean smell with just a hint of a citrus scent - perhaps the body wash she used. Katherine continued to look down at me, eyes locked onto mine, a corners of her mouth curved up a bit as a slight smile crossed her face.

"Lick me - let me feel your tongue," she said in a hoarse whisper, as she lowered herself a bit more, offering herself to me.

I was so aroused at that point, so completely under her spell that I probably would have done almost anything she told me to do. But even as excited as I was, I was aware that this was another moment of truth - really the last exit on this highway so to speak before I was committed to completing the voyage across the gender boundary. I don't remember giving any more thought than that as my lips seemed to part of their own accord and the tip of my tongue slid out reaching upward for her. She met me halfway, lowering herself a bit more until the tip of my tongue met the bottom of her scrotum.

It felt smooth, soft, almost velvety to my tongue as it touched and probed and finally licked the underside. It felt very much like shaven labia lips - perhaps less moist but very similar in texture. The thought occurred to me that this shouldn't be a surprise - that we all started out as females in the womb, the pre-birth labia lips of males closing under the influence of testosterone while in the womb to create the scrotum. We are all made of the same stuff - just arranged a little differently.

More importantly, I realized that the building didn't collapse on me, fire and brimstone didn't rain down and the earth didn't open and swallow me up. I was the same person after I "crossed the line" as I was before hand. It was as though I had lived these many years surrounded by what I thought were solid, immovable stone walls, only to discover that when finally tested, they turned out to be an illusion, no more than cleverly disguised tissue paper that gave way at the slightest push.

A soft moan escaped her lips as I licked upward along the scrotum seam, feeling the deep ridges of the sack. She lowered herself more and I opened wider, taking one ball gently in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. I licked all around the ball sack covering it with my saliva until it shined in the dim light. Katherine then leaned forward as far as she could until her shaft rested on my face. It was incredibly hot and felt heavy, alive and pulsing as I laved her ball sack. Again, I was amazed at its size. It was considerably larger than mine, easily seven inches long and a good one and a half inches across, based upon my experience with variously sized strap-on dildos.I felt some of her pre-cum on my forehead as she leaned down to press it on my nose and forehead. She moved it to my cheek and pressed its length alongside it; the heat was extraordinary. Again, more pre-cum leaked out and I felt it sliding down my cheek. I reached out with my hand to search for a condom, determined to get her covered before going any further. As if reading my mind, Katherine picked up a condom, opened the package and expertly put it on herself, rolling it down all the way to the base.

I brought one hand up and gently grasped her balls, pulling them down with some tension before tentatively probing the base of her shaft with the tip of my tongue. The condoms I had brought were the non-lubricated variety so it was dry, without the taste of the spermicidal lube. Katherine reached over and picked up the bottle of flavored lube I had brought, squeezed out a healthy dose in her palm and then coated her shaft with it in slow strokes. The scent was strawberry, not unpleasant. I tasted it and it wasn't bad. I licked along the underside of the shaft, upward until I reached the "V" of the glans and then circled that sensitive spot with just the tip of my tongue. Katherine reacted immediately, thrusting her hips forward, pressing herself into me.

Again, my lips parted of their own accord and her dick slipped in. I had to open wide to fit the flared glans of the head. I used my hand to grip her shaft at the base to control and limit the penetration. It was just in time, with nearly half of it in, it completely filled my mouth, nearly to the point of gagging. Katherine paused, almost motionless, letting me adjust to the intruder, no doubt also enjoying the heat and pressure of my mouth. Then she started to move, slowly at first, withdrawing an inch or so and thrusting back in. Then longer strokes, withdrawing the head to my lips before thrusting back in.

Katherine raised up a bit more on her knees to adjust the angle, then began stroking in rhythmic fashion, bouncing up and down on her knees as she went. The speed increased and I had a hard time keeping up, my senses overwhelmed by the new experience. I tried to pleasure her with my tongue and lips but couldn't keep up, eventually receiving her shaft passively as she stroked in and out. She began thrusting harder, trying to go deeper but I kept a grip on her shaft and controlled the penetration depth. I could feel her dick pulse with pleasure with each downstroke as she pressed herself into me.

Katherine was breathing hard now, her head thrown back with abandon at the gathering tension in her loins. Her body glistened in the dim light, covered with perspiration from her exertions and arousal; mine was equally wet. Her knees and thighs pressed into my neck, one of her hands moved to the top of my head and took a firm grasp of my hair. She was fucking my mouth, piston like with rapid, powerful thrusts. I could feel the shaft in my hand pulse, expand and heat up as she climbed the mountain. I was in unexplored territory being on the receiving end of a mouth fucking. I knew what it felt like to be thrusting. I was discovering just how arousing and powerfully erotic it was on the receiving side - getting the touch, taste and sound, not to mention the incredible visual of this large pleasure rod seeking Nirvana.

She pulled out all of the way and rose using the headboard for support. She was completely on her feet, straddling my face and neck, towering over me when she slid her panties off allowing them to drop on my upturned chin. She bent low to remove them, using one hand on the headboard for support, tossing them on the floor before straightening back up. It was an incredible view, Katherine in all of her glory - shapely, stockinged legs, fully engorged and quivering member, low hanging balls, beautifully slim hips and flat belly, large, perfectly formed breasts with oversized, erect nipples, feminine oval face, plump lips, dark eyes and a mane of dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Katherine was like a mythological figure - half one being, half another, perfectly merged to form a third being that was seemingly not of this earth.

Carefully, she turned around so she was facing my feet, then knelt down straddling my face, cock and balls dangling over me. She leaned forward at the waist until her elbows and forearms rested on the mattress on either side of my torso. Stretching out, she reached my own very erect member with her lips, parted them and took the head in. Her mouth was warm and soft. I felt her tongue swirling around the head and then her lips applying suction to the glans. My hips bucked up to meet her, to enjoy that tight warmth on more of my shaft. She accepted more of the shaft easily, licking and swirling her tongue as she went until it was fully engulfed.

Obviously more practiced at this than me, she had no difficulty taking me completely, to the very base of my shaft. I had never been deep-throated before with such ease, not a gag or a cough or a whimper, just slippery warmth and tightness all along my sensitive shaft. I felt her spread her knees apart further which lowered her cock and balls down to me. We were in a sixty-nine position; it was my turn to pleasure her. I ran my tongue along the underside of her balls all the way to the top and then up along her rigidly stiff shaft to the head. Using my hand to guide it, I tilted it down until it was pointing at my mouth, opened wide and slid her in, again about half way, holding the base of her shaft to control the amount of penetration.

I felt her thrust in, sliding it further in along my tongue until I gagged, then backing out a bit. Her heavy balls bounced along the bridge of my nose as she slowly stroked back and forth, sliding her thick member along my tongue until it could go no further before withdrawing it until the glans pressed against my inner lips. She was very clean, not the slightest odor came from her backdoor - just the faint scent of soap or body wash. I am a fanatic about cleanliness with respect to sex and obsessive about my own cleanliness - a series of enemas, showers and baths ensured I was squeaky clean, inside and out before I visited Katherine. I was very glad that she was just as considerate.

I experimented a little, bringing my fingers up until they reached that sensitive spot behind the ball sack - the perineum or "taint." Feeling the hard lump of the buried base of her shaft through the thin skin, I began massaging it gently with the pads of my fingertips in small, slow circles. I immediately felt her dick jump and pulse in my mouth. A low moan came from her, muffled by my cock in her mouth. I took my hand off her shaft and used it to lightly grip and tug her balls down as I massaged the base of her cock through the perineum. No longer able to control the amount of penetration of her cock, it slipped further in as she thrust down slowly. I tried to relax my throat, fighting the urge to gag as the large head touched the back of my throat. She went slowly, allowing me to adjust, to time my breathing to take in enough air on her out strokes to sustain me.

We reached a smooth rhythm, with her thrusting in and withdrawing, me massaging and tugging with my hands, and using my tongue and lips on her shaft. She began to mirror my actions, finding my very sensitive perineum with her fingertips and tugging lightly on my balls. I could feel the excitement in both of us ratchet up. It was only a matter of time before both of us blew if we kept going like that. She sensed this as well and, like me, wanted something more. I felt her slow her thrusts and withdraw, pulling her knees in against the sides of my jaw to raise herself. My own dick slid slowly from her warm, moist mouth until it was completely free and pulsing with excitement.

Katherine rose up to a squat, turned around to face me, stepped back and lowered herself, straddling me, until her knees were back on the mattress, placed snugly against my torso. She seated herself lightly on my lower chest and then reached over to the side of the bed to pick up the sling I had brought. Unraveling the straps and straightening them out, she found the padded center section and placed under my neck and upper back; then laying the straps out straight along my sides, found the velcro closures for the cuffs at each end and opened them. She leaned back and hooked her left arm under my right thigh and raised my bent leg until my ankle was over my hip. She put the cuff around my raised ankle and pulled the velcro closure snugly around it. Katherine repeated the procedure with my other leg. Then, holding my upraised legs against her soft breasts, tugged on the adjusting straps near the ankle cuffs to shorten the sling straps until all of the slack was removed with my ankles still positioned above my hips.

In this position, all of the weight of my legs were applied evenly to my upper back and neck through the padded sling which handled the weight easily. It was as though my legs were weightless. I could keep them in that position indefinitely myself which, of course, freed up Katherine to use her hands and body as she wished.

As she put the sling on me, the lack of attention to my dick had caused it to go semi-soft until it rested on my upper belly. Katherine again reached over to the side of the bed and picked up the shoelace sized bungee cord I had brought. She opened up the already tied noose at one end drawing the slip knot down and showed it to me.

"Show me how you like to use this Kevin," she said with a slight smile crossing her lips.

I took the cord and looped the noose over my ball sack as close to the base of my shaft as I could and then drew the noose closed by sliding the slip knot up until it dug snugly into the underside of my ball sack. Using one hand to draw my sack down, I wound the cord around the ball sack, stretching the bungee cord somewhat to make each round turn fairly tight. I did this for eight turns, each made alongside the last one until I had created about an inch of tightly wound cord separating my balls from the upper part of the sack. Then looping the cord first under the base of my shaft and then completely around my complete package, I stretched the cord some to pull it tight, then took two more full turns before tucking the end under the middle turn and then back down under all three turns to secure it.

The effect of the cock and ball bondage was immediate. My balls swelled and tightened until I could feel every ridge through the incredibly thin, shiny-slick skin of the sack. Then my shaft started to harden and swell, lifting itself up from my lower belly until it stood rigidly at a forty-five degree angle. It pulsed and swelled as it filled with blood faster from the larger, deeper arteries than could escape through the smaller, constrained veins that were closer to the surface. Basic hydraulics principals took over which created an increase in pressure from the faster inflow until the greater pressure slowed the inflow to the rate of the outflow.

This greater blood pressure in my shaft was immediately evident in its increased size, particularly thickness caused by the greater expansion of the sponge-like tissue whose filling normally causes an erection. There was also this incredible feeling of sensitivity in the shaft as the over-swelling applied pressure on pleasure nerve-endings all along the shaft that usually required direct stimulation. Every vein along the shaft swelled and bulged until my once smooth shaft became ropey and irregular, every cord felt through the fully stretched condom. I could feel the shaft pulsing against its bindings, each contraction of my rapidly beating heart causing the head of my dick to pulse and swell. The entire shaft vibrated in time to the music of my heart, bouncing up and down on its own accord.

I also knew that the clock had started. CB bondage should not stay on for more than thirty minutes or so. The restricted blood flow and increased pressure can cause permanent tissue damage. From the obvious state of excitement of both Katherine and me, I didn't think the thirty minute limit would be a problem.

Katherine slid up close to my upturned thighs until her smooth, stockinged thighs pressed against mine. My upraised legs hung in the air, suspended by the sling. She put her hands on my ankles and slowly pulled them further apart.

"Spread your legs for me lover - real wide. That's a baby," she cooed as I spread them wide for her.

She reached over me and grabbed a pillow from the corner, folded it in two and jammed it under my raised hips, lifting me up further and supporting my lower back. I looked up into her eyes and saw them flash with hunger and passion, as though she was going to devour me. She picked up a bottle of lube and used the pump dispenser to deposit a healthy glob onto her gloved fingers. Using her other hand to spread my nether cheeks, her stiffened, gloved middle finger found my entrance and pressed itself in, penetrating me to the first knuckle. I gasped in surprise at the sudden intrusion, feeling my sphincter reluctantly open and allow entry.

Katherine gazed into my eyes as she slowly turned her finger, twisting it back and forth as she penetrated me with it, lubing me as she went. Her finger was fully in me, her palm pressed against my upturned perineum when I felt her fingertip lightly brush against my prostate in a "come hither" motion. I felt an immediate zing of pleasure; an almost electric vibration begin in my sensitive prostate and emanate outward in waves. She smiled as she saw my reaction, changing her motion from "come hither" to small circles and then back to the crooked finger brushing. It was as though she had found my pleasure button and had merely to massage or brush it to send waves or pleasure coursing through me.

She began to slowly finger fuck me; pausing when fully penetrated to massage my prostate before withdrawing and starting anew. I opened myself for her, relaxing my sphincter and spreading my legs, completely under the power of her ministrations. It wasn't long before I felt pressure at my entrance again, stretching and then a second lubed finger entered me. With middle and index finger she slowly fucked me, massaging my incredibly sensitive gland before withdrawing.

Katherine pressed herself closer to me, her fully engorged dick resting on my upturned ass cheeks. I felt the heat of the stiff rod through the condom sheath. I wanted it in me and signaled my desire by sliding my fingers to my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, offering myself to her. She glanced down at my gesture and smiled knowingly. She withdrew her impaling fingers to the first knuckle, keeping my sphincter spread open while she used her other hand to guide the head of her shaft up and down my crack until she stopped, resting it on the length of her penetrating fingers. I felt the head press into my already open anus as she withdrew her fingers completely, the head taking their place at the entrance.

It was wider than her two fingers and I felt myself stretching to accommodate it. There was a moment of discomfort as it pressed in until the flared glans cleared my inner sphincter. A couple of inches of shaft followed easily behind it, drawn in by the vacuum of my empty rectum. She stopped and held herself in place, breathing deeply, almost panting with excitement as she allowed me to adjust to her girth. I felt it pulsing within me, then sliding a little back and forth to smooth out the lubrication.

"Are you ready for more Kevin?" She whispered as she leaned over and stared down at me.

"Yes Katherine, please - give me more," I pleaded, at this point nearly out of my mind with lust.

There was a slight movement of her hips and then overwhelming pressure filled me with a couple of more inches of her thick shaft. I was amazed at how effortlessly her little hip movement had generated such a powerful thrust. She was a little more than half way into me and for the first time I felt the extraordinary heat of her throbbing shaft through the thin barrier of her condom. It was unlike anything I had felt before. Having taken many strap-on dildos, I had experienced the stretch and feeling of penetration, the pressure of my rectum filling up; but even the best silicon dildo does not generate heat. Nor does a strap-on pulse like a real cock, expanding as it reacts to its stimulation. This was something very new.

I tried a little pulsing myself, contracting my anal sphincter around the thick shaft and then releasing it. I did this several times, each time eliciting a low moan of pleasure from Katherine and several short strokes which responded to my pulses. Again, something new - although a strap-on feels good, it doesn't provide a reciprocal reaction; it's just there. A real cock responds to stimulus, to squeezing and friction. The reactions further excited me in a kind of virtuous circle in which each of our pleasure responses excited the other.

Still holding my cheeks apart with my fingers, I moved them further in until they touched the remaining shaft still to enter. It was thicker than I expected and pulsed at my touch, expanding under my fingers and all along the shaft. I felt her pulse through my already stretched sphincter. It was so exciting to feel it come alive at my touch. It was so different from the strap-on experience. I moved my fingers down along the shaft to its very base, encircled it with thumb and index finger (just barely making it around) and cupped her balls with my palm and remaining fingers. I gave the shaft a little squeeze and drew it down towards her pubic mound. Again she responded with moans and increased the speed of her strokes.

Katherine pressed herself into me, trying to penetrate me further. The thicker base of her shaft stretching me wide and very slowly sliding into me. I felt a combination of surprise and pain at the additional stretching but I was so aroused that I wanted it to continue. I wanted to take all of it; to have all of it buried within me. I felt the large head of her cock reach the top end of my rectum, stopped by the involuntary sphincter separating the rectum from the lower colon. I tried to relax but the barrier remained closed. Katherine slowly stroked in and out just a few inches at a time, lubricating the deep end of my passage.

"Pull your legs back honey," she said as she reached up with both hands to pull on the adjustment straps dangling from the buckles near my ankles.

I drew my knees back and as I did so, she pulled on the adjustment straps, shortening the length of the straps, taking up the slack as my knees went back towards my chest. I had pulled them as far back as I could on my own when I felt her tug on the adjustment straps a little more, pulling my knees back a little further, almost uncomfortably so. I was folded over until my knees were about six inches or so above my chest - a remarkable position for someone like me who lacks flexibility. It had the effect of tilting my hips until my penetrated anus was pointed almost straight up. She shifted forward to adjust to the new angle.

"Now spread yourself wide for me lover," she said, with a determined glint in her eye.

I spread myself wide for her, first with my legs, pulling my knees and ankles as far apart as I could, still held back by the taut strap folding me nearly in half. Then I slipped my fingers back to the inner part of my ass cheeks and pulled them wide open. As I did this, she shifted forward until her forearms rested on the mattress alongside my upper torso, her hands slipping under my armpits, coming out the other side, gripping the top of my shoulders.

She was slowly fucking me, her shaft penetrating me to the top of my rectum before withdrawing several inches, then returning. She continued to slowly saw back and forth, using her powerful hips to thrust and withdraw, opening me. Like a metronome, she continued back and forth, penetrating to the top of my rectum and no further before withdrawing. It had an almost hypnotic effect. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, losing myself to the pleasure of the moment. I was completely flushed, radiating sexual heat as I was being methodically fucked by Katherine.I still had my eyes closed when I felt her lips brush mine, then slowly part them with her tongue. I willing opened them, accepting her hot, slippery tongue into my mouth. She pressed her lips hard down onto mine and then shifted further forward. I felt her hands tightening around the top of my shoulders as she gripped me. I should have anticipated it but I didn't - the thrust - withdrawal rhythm was suddenly broken by a thrust and then a further thrust instead of a withdrawal. It was a powerful extra thrust, using her full weight to press down into me in pile-driver position. There was sudden pain as the head of her dick stretched the sphincter at the top of my rectum. I gasped and tried to cry out but with her lips pressed hard into mine and her tongue fully in my mouth, nothing but a quiet gurgling sound emerged.

Katherine continued to press herself into me, slowly slipping the last two inches of her cock into me. The sharp pain was replaced by a dull ache and then an incredible feeling of fullness. I felt her balls press against my upturned perineum as she buried her shaft into me. The ache transformed into increasing feelings of pleasure as her shaft pressed against my prostate and the realization struck home that she was fully into me - I had taken it all. I spread my legs even further to signal my complete submission and slowly raised my hips to meet her penetrating shaft, pressing myself into her. I felt a smile form on her lips as they continued to press into mine just before I felt the pressure of a short withdrawal of her shaft followed by a powerful thrust in.

With each deep penetration, she paused and rotated her hips in a corkscrew motion that maximized the penetration and added exquisite pressure on my prostate as well. Even better, with Katherine fully in me, her lower belly pressed down on my own swollen member pulsing against the tight constriction of the elastic cord which bound it. The tension built with each deep thrust and corkscrew swivel. I could feel her tension rising as well as her breathing became short and rapid, almost panting, her warm breath tickling me as she gripped me tightly.

My fingers continued to hold my ass cheeks wide apart as the pace of her strokes increased. Her balls which had been tapping against my perineum then tightened up, drawing up and constricting - a certain sign of imminent release. My own senses were completely overwhelmed as the onslaught of pleasurable sensation that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once flooded my nervous system.

I am not sure what set it off - perhaps it was that one special bit of pressure just under the glans of my dick or perhaps that one extra rub of pressure against exactly the right spot on my prostate, but I exploded with a loud grunt of pure joy as my pent-up jism, pressurized to get past the constricting cord shot out of my dick and filled the surrounding condom with milky, white juice. As I exploded, my anal sphincter clamped down in orgasmic contraction, released and contracted again in rapid succession. It must of tipped Katherine over the age because just as my second ejaculation ripped through me, I felt her first orgasmic explosion - and an explosion it was. She rammed her dick home with incredible force, squeezed my shoulders in a death grip and thrashed wildly on top of me, thrusting in manic convulsions of pleasure.

It was an odd sensation, feeling her dick explode inside of me. Although covered with a condom, I still felt the force and heat of her ejaculate through the thin membrane of latex. Having only experienced strap-ons before, it was a feeling like no other. In that moment, we were connected in a way that could not be duplicated or even mimicked by a dildo penetration. The strap-on experience, although wonderfully intense in its own right paled in comparison to this. My orgasm continued, extended by the sensation of hers; and hers by mine. Again, it was a virtuous circle of exquisite pleasure, writhing sweaty bodies and hot breath. It went on longer, far longer than any orgasm I had ever experienced.

Eventually, Katherine collapsed on top of me, exhausted, breathing like she had just run a four minute mile; her large breasts and hard nipples pressed into my chest. I think we both passed out for a minute of so; at least I did. Her body shifting on top of mine brought me around. Her hands still gripped my shoulders but lightly now; her breathing slowed to something like normal. My legs were still up in the air, widely splayed, knees over my chest. I could still feel her shaft in me. I slid my fingers down to the base of her shaft and could tell with my fingertips that she had softened somewhat. I pressed my fingers against the bottom of the condom to make sure it stayed on when she pulled.

I had acted just in time because she immediately started to pull out. In its softened, reduced state, it slid out easily, the head barely stretching me as it emerged. She lifted herself from me, leaning back as she balanced herself on her knees. Katherine reached up and unwrapped the velcro closure holding on ankle cuff on, holding my ankle and then slowly lowering it to the bed, gently, almost lovingly. She released my other ankle and lowered it slowly too, in the same gentle fashion. It felt good to have my legs back down on the bed. In the throes of orgasmic pleasure, I didn't realize just how tired they were, but I did now.

Katherine smiled down at me and wiped her sweaty brow with her fingers as she said:

"That was incredible Kevin. I haven't felt anything like that in along time."

"You took the words out of mouth Katherine - incredible. I have never felt anything like that. I had no idea, none. If I had, I never would have waited this long, that's for sure. You were unbelievable," I said as I softly stroked her thigh.

"I am so glad that your first experience with this was so wonderful Kevin. You just relax now for a few minutes while I clean myself up a bit and collect myself. That was quite a trip for me. I'll be back with a warm washcloth to clean you up. Now you just rest," she said as she slid off the bed.

As she stood up, I took another long look at her lithe figure and feminine curves, still not quite believing that such a girlish figure could support such an additional tool. I watched as she slid the condom off her now shrunken member, pulling and rolling it to keep its contents from spilling. Once it was free she held it up and showed it to me. It had quite a load - it filled the small extra sack at the tip and then some. In a moment, she turned and retreated to her bathroom. I heard the sound of a toilet being flushed and then water running in the sink.

I became aware of a pinch and tightness on my ball sack and remembered that I still had the cord wrapped tightly around it. I reached down, found the end of the cord tucked under a couple of wraps, pulled it out and slowly unwound the cord from me. As I did so, I felt the heat of my blood rushing back into the sack warming it. I also felt an ache there both from the bondage and the explosive orgasm that had to force its way through the bondage.

I was tired, so tired. Not just from the physical exertion but from the tension, both psychological and physical, that built to a fever pitch and then suddenly released, leaving me feeling like a rag doll. I couldn't move any more so I took her advice and just relaxed, closing my eyes - my eyelids felt so heavy. I could still hear the running water but the sound faded in the warmth and comfort of the room.