Ronnie: Consummated (finally!)

--> Recap of “Ronnie: Womanless Beauty Pageant (part 2 of 3)

Ronald/Ronnie had come to terms with her femininity and had left home to attend college and began taking low dose female hormones. She and her titties entered a Womanless Beauty Pagaent and FOUND an Angel. Now she wants to LOSE her virginity. Will her Angel help? (This is part 3 of 3)

Question: “What’s more exciting than being in a Womanless Beauty Pagaent? Losing one’s virginity!”

More Anticipation

Angel looked into my eyes and leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Not just a peck but a real kiss with a touch of tongue. My heart was pounding. Life at that moment seemed wonderful. Embolden by the moment I reached over and brought Angel close and returned her kiss in a more passionate way while caressing her pudenda bulge. The flavor and melding of our lipsticks was erotic. Still a virgin, my mind envisioned Angel’s between-the-legs appendage slipping deep inside my boy-pussy.

Angel broke our lesbian-like petting by picking up our wine glasses and passing one to me. “Here’s to the pageant! Drink up.” We clinked our glasses together and finished our wine in one gulp. “I best get some more wine; it looks like we can also use more crackers.” Looking into a nearby mirror Angel added “I think we both need to fix our lipstick.” I agreed.

As Angel turned toward the kitchen I saw that she was sporting a crotch bump. I was in the same situation. It was not an unpleasant feeling.

By the time Angel returned I had repaired my makeup and was sitting on the sofa flipping through Angel’s big coffee table book enjoying the photos; relaxing music was playing.

Angel set the tray down and began filling our glasses. “I think I can help you with some Pageant things Ronnie. You really need to do something more with your eyes and lashes; your nails could be upgraded; perhaps made longer.”

Being a bit tipsy and a bit offended with Angel’s comments I spoke up. “What makes you such an expert? I’m doing okay.”

Angel said, “Relax darling, I didn’t mean anything by my comments. I apologize. It’s just I know you can look prettier. What makes me such an expert? Have a sip of wine and I’ll explain.” We took a sip of wine, put our glasses down and sat back on the sofa.

The coffee table book

“I may not be an expert,” Angel said, “but check out who the author of that 100 page coffee table book on ‘The Art of Cross-dressing’ is. It’s me. Combine that with years of ‘walking the walk’ and years of operating “Angel’s Boudoir & Fetish Photography” rest assured I know a few things about men dressing to look like a woman. I’ve taken thousands of photos of girls like us.”

I checked the title page. It was true. Angel was the author! This explained many things. “I’m sorry Angel I guess I’m a bit tense. I’m lucky to have met you.” The music continued and had become a bit more up tempo. Angel had made a good party disc it seemed.

Shall we dance?

I noticed Angel’s pantyhose clad foot tapping time to the music. I said, “This is a good song to dance to; care to give it a try?” Not skipping a beat Angel said, “Sure!” She stood up and began to dance. I was a half second behind. We made it through two up tempo songs and began laughing at our efforts. Our stockings made it easy to glide around. I surprised Angel with my dance moves.

The next song was a slow dance, the type of music in which you hold hands and embrace your partner. At first neither of us moved.

Angel broke the ice and asked, “May I have this dance, miss?” I nodded and demurely took Angel’s hand letting her lead. We glided around the room in a firm but tender embrace. It was nice. The music, by chance, remained slow and I found myself leaning my head on Angel’s shoulder as we danced. Angel was so gentle and comforting.

Another slow song began and our dancing continued. Angel looked down at me and gave me a passionate kiss as we glided about. I lowered my hand and tentatively cupped her crotch; there was an enticing bulge.

Panting and wanting

To my delight Angel began to reciprocate my advances; our control top pantyhose were not doing their job for either of us. I planted a tender kiss on Angel’s lips. Grabbing me tighter she began a full on make-out session that was leaving us both panting and wanting; we danced close to the sofa and coffee table. Although the music continued we stopped dancing and began kissing and petting like teenagers.

“You have to give a little to get a little”

Not knowing where my boldness came from (the wine, the hormones?) I began wantonly teasing Angel’s hardness through her dress, tracing the outline of her penis up one side and down the other; her clit twitched at my touches.

In return Angel used her fingers to grow the hardness in my panties. No one was moving; just standing, kissing and petting each other. I moaned with pent up lust. I wanted to take her shaft into my mouth, make passionate love to its entire length and once again feel the powerful spurts of a stiff penis erupting creamy seed into my mouth; it had been a long time since I had “dined” on a man’s protein.

Overcome by lust I get on my knees for my Angel

Without asking I picked up a towel from the lamp table and spread it on the couch. I playfully pushed Angel backwards onto the now protected furniture. Anticipating what was to happen she willingly sat down and spread her legs invitingly. Retrieving a throw pillow from the sofa I put it on the ground between my Angel’s feet.

Moment of truth

My heart was racing and my blood was hot. I dropped to my knees and looked up into Angel’s eyes and said, “Can you do us both a favor and pull up your dress?” Angel was slightly trembling and said, “Sure baby, anything for you.” Angel grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up and out of the way.

Angel was wearing pantyhose only. There was already a large damp circle of pre-cum in the middle of her hose; her penis looked divine through the sheerness of her hose; long, firm and seeping. Grabbing each side of her pantyhose I pulled them down and freed her penis. Her erection was about seven inches long, cut, rigid and pretty. Like me her crotch area was completely shaved. My mouth watered in anticipation.

Being a cocksucker: Just like riding a bike

It had been many years since I had first orally pleasured Josh and most recently Dan. I was a still unsure as how to proceed to maximize the pleasure of my partner; I knew what I liked.

I kissed the tip of Angel’s pretty penis and removed a pre-cum drip with my tongue tip which resulted in another twitch from Angel’s prick. Cock sucking must be like riding a bike; you never forget. Angel was watching and taking photos of everything.

It seemed to me that both of our cocks got harder as Angel watched me making love to her clit. Holding her shaft with my left hand I took a deep breath and made a first run with my tongue from the base of Angel’s shaft to the tip of her penis. I kissed another drip of pre-cum, gave her entire cockhead several swirls with my talented tongue and quickly engulfed the entirety of her throbbing hardness down to her base; I paused.

I gripped her shaft more firmly with my lips and then sucked and milked my way back to the tip of her penis and released her cock from my mouth. Maintaining eye contact with Angel I reached over to the nearby coffee table and retrieved a tube of red maroon lipstick from my purse. Still holding her erect shaft in my free hand I expertly applied the red color to my lips with the other; I was going to ‘mark territory’ with my lipstick. “Keep your dress up, darling” I requested. Lowering my mouth back onto her rod I continued my second blowjob of the year.

I made a snug ‘O’ with my lips and gripped her frenulum area just below her cockhead. I used my tongue as I slid my snug lips partially down Angel’s shaft and stopped. I sealed my lips around her firmness and also using my tongue, I began the traditional head bobbing up and down her shaft; I felt her penile tremors as her orgasm built.

I let her cock pop free and looked for my red “love ring”. It was there! I looked up and made sure Angel had seen my lip print. I smiled and went back for more.

Giddy Up!

I had gone up and down her slippery shaft for the third or fourth time and had come up for air when Angel inserted her fingers into my hoop earrings! Angel used my hoops, like reins on a pony, to guide my mouth, lips and tongue to where she found the better blowjob sensations. Nice touch I thought. I was thankful for the guidance.

My hoops served like reins on a horse; they and I went where Angel wanted us to go

“Damn, that feels great.”

Up and down, a bit to the left, a bit to the right, sucking and licking all the time. Angel pulled me, by my earrings, up her shaft until just my lips held her lovely corona. “Swirl your tongue around just under the head of my cock and tickle my pee hole with the tip of your tongue baby doll” Angel instructed. I was grateful for all the help I could get. I thought I could feel the veins in Angel’s shaft. I had never felt so horny or hard. “Damn, that feels great.”

Angel released hold of my earrings giving me full control. Figuring it was time to bring Angel’s blowjob to a climax I made a plunge for the base of her shaft: I “ate” her entire penis and left another dark red ring of lipstick.

I looked up with a mouthful of cock and saw Angel pointing her compact camera between her legs toward my face. My colored lips that were wrapped around her wet penis were captured. I heard her camera take several photos. I waived her off and she set the camera down. Angel said, “‘Sissy On His Knees’ will make a great photo for my next book.”

I positioned my head until her cockhead rubbed the roof of my mouth; it was very tactile for both of us. I began jacking Angel’s shaft and she began gently face fucking me; her hairless she-sacks slapped a rhythm against my chin and cheeks.

Angel’s cock enlarged and began to throb. Like she had done for me I slipped my finger as deep into her boy-pussy as I possibly could; after very little probing and twitching I was rewarded with forceful geysers of her creamy warm sperm! Angel gushed multiple times. I let Angel’s penis go limp in my mouth before letting it slip from between my lips.

After a moment I stood up and relaxed next to Angel on the couch. I turned and gave her a passionate kiss. “I can taste myself on your lips” she whispered. I kissed her again. We were truly spent... for the moment. We closed our eyes and drifted in a post orgasmic glow of contentment. We needed time to recover.

First things first

Angel nudged me and said, “Ronnie dear, before we move on to getting better acquainted I want you to see my bedroom and closet.” Angel stood up, grabbed my hand and led me into her bedroom.

Angel’s bedroom

Angel’s bedroom was very large and well decorated; an interior designer had done a fine job. The neutral colors, oak furniture, matching end tables, lamps, love seat and accessories made for a very relaxing environment. There was a very inviting 4 poster king sized bed with beautiful bedspread, shams and matching pillows. At one end of the bedroom retreat there was a sit down lighted makeup table loaded with cosmetics.

The oversized en-suite bathroom featured a walk-in shower that could easily hold four people, a separate tub, dual sinks and dual vanities. And there was an adjacent 15x20 walk-in closet loaded with drawers and organizers.

Angel’s immense closet

The walk-in closet seemed enormous to me. One side was obviously for male clothing while the other side and back wall was occupied by all things feminine. Dresses, skirts, blouses, belts, purses, and shoes were in perfect order. Three classic Sexy French Maid uniforms and three lovely white wedding dresses, in different sizes, hung neatly side by side.

“Three wedding gowns?”

“I run a business. Sometimes my friends and clients like to dress up a bit. I have a large sound proof studio out back that has much more clothing, bondage props and other fetish ‘things’.”

Angel removed a brides dress from a hanger and held it against my body; she was checking if it would fit me. I took the dress and stood in front of a full length mirror; and lamented, “I have always wondered if I would make a beautiful bride; what a turn on it would be to wear one of these! This one would fit me perfect! Do you have heels that match?”

“Yes Ronnie dear, I have matching heels and sexy garter belt sets for the dresses. I think you should come over, get dressed up pretty and be my bride for a day or two; it would be the perfect excuse for you to stop by” she said. I smiled broadly and said, “I’d like that!” Angel smiled, took back the wedding dress and hung it at an easy to get to hook.

Changing the subject slightly I commented: “Your maid outfits look much nicer than the one my mom use to make me wear; your ultra mini-skirt and ruffle-flared crinoline petticoat certainly looks yummy. This would look so sexy with a six-strap garter belt”. I was surprised I was so vocal about a fluff of feminine finery. Perhaps it was my hormones.

“Your mother MADE you wear a French maid outfit!?”

“It’s complicated but yes, she “made” me wear one with matching panties and black stockings. It’s a topic for a different day. I’m a girl of many facets.”

My tour of her closet was over and we had both recovered from earlier activities.

A makeover in her bedroom… and then sex!

Angel steered me to her makeup table and instructed me to remove my dress. “Have a seat, baby doll. There’s some wipes on the table so remove your makeup and lipstick. You’re about to have a makeover.”

I complied, carefully placing my dress on Angel’s bed. I sat down wearing only tap pants, pantyhose, anklet, tap pants, camisole and a push-up bra. I gazed at the variety of cosmetics, nail polish and “tools” of the trade like tweezers, sponges, brushes and eye lash curlers. The quantity of mascaras, eyeliners and eye shadows let me know that Angel was very serious about eye makeup.

I did one of my deep breathing calming exercises, grabbed a makeup remover tissue from a pretty crystal dispenser and began to wipe off my lipstick. I rarely wore makeup other than lipstick and mascara. Angel was nowhere to be seen. I could hear activity in the kitchen, and smell the pleasant odor of tea being brewed; it bode well. With my lipstick removed and a clean face I sat in my lingerie and waited for my Angel.

Angel appeared with a tray that offered tea and a variety of cookies and petit fours. “Here you go, Princess,” Angel said. “I need to work through the wine buzz. Help yourself.” Angel placed the tray nearby. I opted for a basic Bigelow tea and a couple of cookies. I hadn’t realized how much I needed them.

Angel pulled up a chair near me and as we munched and sipped tea we made small talk. It was obvious to me that Angel was studying my face and eyes. Angel’s eyes darted from me to the various cosmetic on the vanity. Angel finished her petit fours and announced, “Let’s give you a basic makeover as it’s getting late.” Angel leaned forward, stroked my cheek and gave me a quick kiss making sure there was no leftover lipstick or cosmetics.

Angel moved her chair closer and proceeded to give me an overview of what she was going to do. “First I’m going to apply a general primer that makes foundation glide on more easily, then we’ll add foundation, followed by concealer and a bit of blush. Your cheek bones demand blush. Next we’ll thin your eyebrows even more and get them shaped and under control. We’ll complete the session with my favorites; eye shadow, eye liner and mascara. It’s easy! Lipstick is last. No need to be concerned. Just relax and let me make you prettier.” I looked a little overwhelmed and took another sip of tea. I closed my eyes and faced Angel.

Show Girl Pageant Eyes

Angel went to work with well practiced efficiency. I liked the feel of the soft brushes, sponges and the smell of cosmetics in general. A crotch bump was beginning to make itself known. The lump did not escape Angel’s notice. Angel smiled but ignored it for the time being.

Angel took great care with my eyebrows, shaping them as needed. They took on a more feminine arch. Angel decided on a smoky grey eye shadow and finished with black eyeliner. “Open your eyes baby doll as it’s time for your mascara.” Coating both upper and lower lashes several times Angel showed me an eye lash curler. “This won’t hurt and will make your eyes stand out.”

After crimping my eyelashes Angel selected a reddish lipstick that almost matched the love rings that I had placed on her cock earlier. Angel thought her choice of lip color was ironic. “I’m done! Take a look.”

I turned to face the vanity mirror and could hardly break eye contact with the beautiful face that stared back at me. “Wow!” I exclaimed. “This is amazing! You were correct that I needed to do something with my eyes.” As I looked longingly into the mirror I fell in love with the image looking back; my more thinly arched brows were a bit startling; there’s no way to hide their femininity. My growing erection became more obvious. It was a situation that Angel could not ignore very much longer; neither could I. “So what do you think doll face?” Angel asked.

I reached over, hugged Angel and gave her a passionate kiss on her lips. “I love it! I look prettier and more feminine. Thank you. I really need to pay attention to my eyes. They certainly make a big difference.”

Angel mentioned that we should take a few pictures of my newly made up face. I agreed and Angel posed me several ways and quickly snapped her photos. “You may see yourself in my next book, darling” she said.

In return for me posing Angel gently pulled down my tap pants, inserted her hand into my crotchless pantyhose, wrapped her warm hand around my needful erection, and began lovingly stroking my shaft. I closed my eyes and leaned back and enjoyed having someone masturbating me.

Before things literally got out of hand Angel released my clit and said, “It gets better. You say you like garter belts; kick out of your tap pants, remove your anklet, take off your hose and stand up.” I complied and stood there nude, my erect penis sticking out of my hose and pointing towards the ceiling. I was sporting a raging erection that begged for relief.

Garter belt fun

Angel brought out an eight strap black lace garter belt, wrapped it around me and hooked it closed in the back. I watched but didn’t move. Putting a bath towel down on the vanity bench Angel handed me a pair of silky black opera stockings. “Here you go Sweetie sit down and roll them up. I’ll clip your stockings to your garters when you’re done.” I sat down and began rolling the silky stockings up my smooth legs. It looked surreal to see my cock staring up at me as I put on my nylons.

With my stockings on Angel had me stand; my garters dangled. Angel knelt and began expertly attaching each of the eight garters to my stockings taking time to ensure that each stocking and strap was perfectly aligned and properly snug. Each garter had a cute red bow where it met the stocking. My erect penis was level with Angel’s face.

There she blows (me!) - Life sucks… if you’re lucky

I glanced into the vanity mirror as Angel was adjusted my garter belt. I almost had an orgasm as I saw the reflection of my erection framed by the garter belt with a pretty girl on her knees in front of me. The tug of the garter straps was new and exciting especially when I walked.

Still on her knees Angel told me to sit down.

Angel looked up into my eyes, winked and took hold of my very erect penis; I was beginning to seep. She leaned forward and slurped up a clear drop of my pre-cum; a strand of opportunity dangled from my pee hole; she kissed the tip of my cock and the drip was gone. My eyes rolled back and I swooned and twitched in my own personal ecstasy. Angel grabbed the base of my shaft and began slowly sucking her way down the length of my erection. “This would make a great photo” I quipped.

“Great idea” she said. Angel then proceeded to take selfies of her sucking my clit! She extended her camera arm and snapped 2 or 3 side view photos of my erection, framed by my garter belt, being sucked by her pretty mouth. She made sure to include my face. I realized the advantage of wearing a garter belt instead of pantyhose: easier access to a penis!

The warm wetness of Angel’s mouth and lips sliding on my shaft made me see stars. The sensations and feelings got better as her tongue got active. She even used her talented tongue to tickle and tease the erotic area between my scrotum and anus; my perineum. She briefly probed the entrance to my pussy as a prelude of what was to come.

"Preparation is the key to success"

Eventually Angel stood up and moved to her bed. “Come lay on my bed, Precious.” I did not hesitate. I laid back to savor whatever experiences Angel had in store for me.

“Lay back. Bend your knees, close your eyes and relax.” Angel asked, “Remember when I said I could ‘show you things and take you places that didn’t involve travel’? In a lust filled gasp I said “Yes.”

“Then this should make you happy” Angel said. She tugged playfully on one of my garter straps.

Preparing to be inseminated; bred!

Still between my legs Angel dipped two fingers into a jar of nearby lubricant that was on her night stand. Angel pried my legs apart so she was able to smear lubrication around and into my virgin pussy; where her tongue had just been. I made an involuntary full body convulsion at being touched there. I prayed she would do it again.

Straightening up from her task Angel said, “Relax baby, I’m not going to hurt you, I’m going to pleasure you and make your pussy more able to accommodate a penis; you really need to be loosened up. Your opening needs to be gently prepared for what will come later.” I took a deep breath, exhaled and waited.

Greased up to be loosened up

Grabbing my shaft with her left hand Angel resumed fellating me while beginning to circling her target (my sphincter!) with her well lubed fingers. Angel slowly began inserted her middle finger into me in an effort to fully lube both the inside and the outside of my boy-pussy. I gasped!

Angel began patiently sliding her well lubed middle finger in and out of my love-hole; I was being finger fucked and I liked it! It brought back fond memories of an erotic evening on a lover’s overlook of a remote beach; memories of Dan.

In a moment of boldness Angel slid two fingers into me, one at time, and gently moved them in circles as if she was very slowly “stirring the pot”; I felt my anal ring relax and expand; there was no pain. I gasped and reflexively clenched and released on her fingers; she inserted a third finger and spread them apart; my boy-pussy love-hole was being stretched and prepped. Angel thoughtfully laid a soft washcloth over my boy bits before continuing.

As Angel probed and stretched my pussy she made a point of rubbing my prostate gland; I orgasmed and ejaculated more sperm than anyone in history; my sperm came in multiple waves of bliss; my pussy automatically clamped hard on Angel’s fingers. Angel’s washcloth sopped up the bulk of my eruptions and kept me from soiling her bed.

After using a satin handkerchief to wipe clean my slimy penis my Angel straightened up and enjoyed seeing me go through several quivers of post sex pleasure. I opened my eyes and almost cried. Her fingering had felt so great, so new, so naughty and decadent. I had never been finger-fucked before. Angel climbed onto the bed next to me; we both stared at the ceiling in silence and let our breathing return to normal while holding hands.

I rolled over to face the vanity mirror and saw a pretty woman laying on her side staring back at me. Angel rolled over to spoon; her penis lay against my butt cheeks. “Well baby doll, what do you think about what just happened? Did you like being loosened up?”

I said nothing for awhile. When I did speak I said, “THAT was an amazing thing. I never knew that an orgasm could feel that intense.”

Signaling my permission

As we lay in bed spooning I felt Angel’s penis; it lay between the cheeks of my ass like a hot dog in a hot dog bun; I felt it begin to grow; “If you thought being finger-fucked was amazing then you’ll love what I have in store for you next. You need to experience having a dick rubbing the walls of your pussy and prostate” Angel said.

In a repeat of my trampy move at the pageant hall I lifted one butt cheek and wiggled my bare butt; her growing cock dropped deeper in my crevice. Much to Angel’s amusement I flexed my butt muscles as an invite. Angel softly said, “If this is what you want Ronnie I’m more than happy to accommodate you.” I flexed and puckered my butt again.

My titties roam free

My back was still facing Angel. I felt her unhook my bra and let my titties roam free. Free to be loved, free to be sucked. I flexed my butt in gratitude and softly said “Thank you Angel.”

Getting fucked: “I did what I was asked because I knew it would lead to what I wanted”
Pointing at her night stand Angel said, “Reach into the wicker basket Princess and select a condom to show me that you’re serious.” I did what I was asked because I knew it would lead to what I wanted; I wanted to surrender my virginity. I sat up in bed and attempted to hand the condom to her. Angel smiled. “That’s not the way it works here Sweetie.”

Angel got out of bed and stood at the foot of the bed where she had been finger fucking me earlier. Motioning me to scoot to the end of the bed Angel said, “Come down here like a good little girl and roll the condom onto mommy’s dick and then we can play.” Her camera was in her hand.

By the time I got to where she wanted me I already had the condom wrapper off. Angel stood with her hard-on at the ready waiting for me. “Did you know that you selected a Trojan Ultra Ribbed condom, Princess?” Angel asked. “Brand names don’t impress me” I replied. I didn’t have any idea what ribbed meant. “Have it your way darling.”

I leaned forward and sucked the top three inches of her penis a few times to increase her hardness; I rolled the ribbed condom down her throbbing shaft. My condom rolling efforts resulted in two more ‘Fantasy Boudoir’ photos by Angel.

I smoothed the condom in place, leaned forward and kissed Angel’s latex covered penis; the ribbing looked intimidating.

“Please be gentle Angel I’m a virgin.” “I knew that when I fingered you; I tried to loosen you up a bit and stretch that rubbery virgin ring of yours. I’ll be gentle and slow.”

Being the perfect hostess Angle lubed my pussy first. Using two fingertips she smeared the exterior of my virgin love-hole with an adequate amount of lubricant; I was surprised that she didn’t complete the job and lube the entrance to my hole as she had before. I soon found out that I was expected to finish the job!

I watched as Angel lubed her condom covered prong and stepped between my legs. She was ready. I was ready. “Lie back and try to relax.”

Training pays off!

Angel lifted my stocking covered legs, draped them over her shoulders and pulled my butt closer; my garter belt stretched. She pressed her lube covered cock head against my pussy and then held still. “Ronnie, be a good girl, grab my shaft and use my cock to smear the lube all around your love hole.”

“I did what I was asked because I knew it would lead to what I wanted”

“When you’re ready, and you have me centered where you want, wiggle my penis on your pussy hole and I’ll gently do the rest” Angel instructed. I did as I was told and rubbed Angel’s magic meat wand against my rubbery ring several times. I centered her cockhead against the entrance to my boy-pussy, took a deep breath, exhaled, wiggled her cock against my sphincter and in a strong voice said, “Fuck me! PLEASE fuck me!”

Angel leaned forward and began slowly slipping into me. I gasped. I feared I had underestimated Angel’s girth; I felt that I was being split apart.

When partially embedded into me Angel thoughtfully paused to allow me to accept being fucked. I hyper ventilated a few times and exhaled; my sex muscle relaxed, I relaxed and Angel slid deeper and stopped. She was being a thoughtful lover.

I inhaled and exhaled again and nodded my head to indicate “go.” Angel leaned over and spent time in kissing my titties and sucking my nipples; she then slid fully into my pussy! I had finally been impaled by a penis and was no longer a virgin. Angel began doing what entwined lovers do.

“Lick my titties, suck my nipples!”

“Lick my titties, suck my nipples!” I pleaded. And she did. She sucked, teased and nibbled my titties all the while she was fucking me. It felt so damn nice! I tingled in places that I had never tingled before. My enlarged nipples had become love buttons and I became a wanton woman.

Low dose hormones had done their job quite well

I felt very girly all the while I was being fucked; every thrust tugged on my garter straps; every thrust increased my feeling of femininity, every thrust stimulated me in ways I’d never experienced. I tweaked and played with my nipples when Angel wasn’t.

I clenched my pussy and gripped Angel’s penis in an effort to milk her and to keep her from fully withdrawing. Angel’s penis slid repeatedly and deliciously in and out of me and my hole; it was marvelous!

We rutted. We fucked. We fornicated. We wiggled. We varied rhythms. Angel was thoughtfully magnificent! I began thrusting upwards to meet her, griping her shaft tightly with my pussy muscle. I felt her appendage swell; I felt the force of her orgasm through the thin latex. I vowed to not use a condom the next time.

Moments after Angel’s climax, an orgasmic wave of sperm erupted from deep within my innards. I convulsed as an intense orgasm engulfed me. I exploded in a wave of young lust and cum and almost fainted as I had my first anal orgasm! Life at that moment was heavenly. I was no longer a virgin. I was officially a bi-sexual, cock sucking, consummated, ‘bottom’. I moved my legs from Angels shoulder and collapsed in post coital bliss; my post orgasm quivers were amazing.

Angel removed her cum filled latex “glove” from her deflated clit and cleaned herself with a baby wipe. She thoughtfully brought me 3 wipes and a towel.

We relaxed in bed, side by side, in post coital bliss. I felt happy, fulfilled and filled. I would never be the same.

Pillow talk: the Pageant

“I know the pageant has been worrying you a lot. You don’t need a pageant to be ‘girly’. I think you should drop out of the pageant and come be girly with me. You can be as girly as you want whenever you want; you could even be my bride.”

I was taken aback by Angel’s suggestion that I could be her bride. I didn’t react to her comment but filed away that thought for when I lay in bed and dreamed of lovely things… ‘What if…?’

Angel continued. “I’m working on another coffee table book. The working title is ‘Pretty Boys Make Pretty Girls’. I’d like you to be featured in it.” Angel gently pulled my face closer and gave me a kiss as if to seal the deal… as if I were her bride! I kissed back.

I rolled onto my side with my back toward Angel; the tug of the garters as I rolled over felt erotic; a reminder of all things feminine. My bra had become unhooked when Angel was busy taking my virginity. Without turning I asked, “Will you hook my bra? It’s getting late and I need to get home.”

Angel reached over, hooked my bra and gave it a light snap to signal that I was hooked.

I looked into the mirror and ran my fingers thru my hair in an effort to look decent; I lightly tugged my “mouse tail” hanging from my pussy and broke into a wide smile; I had the ‘I’ve been fucked’ glow.

Angel exited the bed and made for the bathroom.

After Angel was done I went in and took care of my business. Wearing the garter belt (without panties) made peeing so much easier; sit, pee and blot. I washed my hands and looked at the sight in the mirror in front of me: a pretty face with beautiful eyes, wearing a garter belt and black stockings and a dangling penis. “Oh my god, what am I to do? I don’t want to remove my eye makeup” I said aloud.

Angel entered the bathroom and said, “No problem, darling. Leave your makeup on until you get home. I think you should return home dressed as you are. I’ll send you home with tissues and makeup remover. It would be a shame to waste that sultry look; it’s like you’re going on a dinner date. You can keep the garter belt and stockings. Enjoy the rest of the evening. Maybe go for a drive or go shopping all dressed up and looking pretty before you go home. Surprise your landlord!” It was a memorable day.

Going home: I remained dressed

I retreated to the spare bedroom and got dressed. I decided to return home dressed like the consummated woman I had become; my Little Black Dress, maroon underwire bra, Angel’s garter belt and stockings. I stepped into fresh panties and heels, brushed my hair. The last things I did involved mascara, lipstick and a dab of Cashmere Mist perfume. There, in the mirror, was a potential pageant Queen and bride. I winked at the girl in the mirror and blew her a kiss of goodbye.

Looking around to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything I exited to the living room. Angel was already there with another tray of hot tea and finger foods. “Sit down for a few minutes and relax, darling. You don’t have to rush off and the hot tea will be nice.” I agreed and sat down. I put a bit of honey in my tea, stirred it, grabbed a cookie and sat back to let the tea brew a bit.

The living room curtains were open again and it was almost dark. As I sipped my tea I told Angel, “Thank you for an amazing day of amazing events. I feel relieved in many ways; I feel complete. Our love making answered curiosities I’ve worried about for years; I want to try it without a condom!” We both giggled and flashed impish grins at each other.

Still seated on the sofa Angel looked seriously into my well made up eyes. “Let me give you some advice baby doll. Don’t let your cross-dressing or sexual preferences make you paranoid and uncomfortable. Express yourself in any way YOU want. I think shaving your legs, painting your nails, wearing lingerie and even getting fucked is fine if it lets you get in touch with your femme self.”

“You definitely have a femme side which explains you gripping and milking my penis with your pussy muscles, hip grinding moves you did while I was screwing you; you were a bitch in heat! Let your femme side out while you’re young enough to enjoy it.” Angel leaned over and rubbed and my stocking covered knees.

“Come over anytime but call first. You can leave a tooth brush and things here if you want. Maybe I’ll get you a house key.” We stood, hugged again and said goodbye again. I picked up my bags, which included the makeup removal items, in preparation of leaving.

As I grabbed the front door knob Angel handed me a copy of her ‘The Art of Cross-dressing’ coffee table book. “Here, take this with you, Sweetie. I think you’ll learn a few things. I autographed it for you.”

I opened the book and read, “For Ronnie; a cute young woman and a talented lover. Love, Angel.” This called for another smooch and hug. “You’re going to be in my next book, Precious.”

As I finally got the front door open Angel said, “Next time we get together we need to work on your nails and maybe your voice; your voice needs to match your feminine image. Make sure your toe nails are always painted. I slipped a couple colors into your bag.”

Smiling broadly Angel produced a clear plastic garment bag and handed it to me. “Ronnie darling, I’m sending you home with a wedding gown and matching garter belt set. I want you to wear them whenever the mood strikes you. Sleep in them if it makes you happy and think of me.” I kissed her on the lips to show my appreciation.

There is a slight catch

Angel had a smirk on her face; “There’s one caveat: the next time you come over you must be wearing your wedding ensemble as you drive over; no jackets hiding what you are wearing. You are to call before you leave so I can be ready with my camera for your arrival. Make sure your makeup and nails are perfect. When you get out of the car I want to see your garter belt and no panties. I want to add your ‘pretty bride/naughty bride’ photos to my next book. Who knows, you may become a centerfold model for ‘Angel’s Boudoir & Fetish Photography’.”

I countered with, “If I arrive as a bride it only seems right that we consummate our relationship again especially if I were to be your bride.”

“Is that so? Maybe I’ll arrange for a bridesmaid or two to participate in our consummation activities!”

I made it to my car and smiled all the way home. I had lots of things to think about and many things I no longer had to worry about. It had been an eventful day. I made a mental note to call Carole at the “Curls 4 Gurls Rainbow Salon” to schedule my pre-pageant hair and nails appointment.

Home

As luck would have it Mrs. Johnson was sweeping the sidewalk that led to my apartment. I sat in the car a moment to collect myself. Using my visor mirror I redid my lipstick and fluffed my hair; I added a dab of perfume. I exited the car carrying my bag of clothes and my purse; the beautiful wedding dress in its clear bag stood out amongst my belongings. I stood up outside my car, ‘fluffed’ my breasts, took a deep breath and headed for my apartment door.

“Ronald has left the house”

Mrs. Johnson heard my heels approaching and looked up. She waived me off and said, “Ronald isn’t here now, Lovey; I don’t know when he’ll be back. I’m sure he’ll be sorry to have missed such a pretty young woman like you.” She complimented me on my makeup and wedding dress. “Lovely frock, eh? Someone is getting married?”

I smiled and walked past her in full makeup, heels, earrings, Little Black Dress and a MK purse. I naughtily flashed a quick glimpse of my pretty garter belt and stockings for her viewing pleasure before announcing, “It’s me Mrs. Johnson. I live here. Please call me Ronnie. It may be a long time before Ronald returns.” Mrs. Johnson had an ‘Oh, my!’ expression on her face.

“I’d love to stop and talk but I have to get ready for the big day; I’m going to be a Queen and maybe a bride!”

I rushed into my apartment, locked the door, kicked off my heels and removed my dress. I hung it and “my” wedding dress on a coat rack in my living room. I had, in effect, put the wedding dress on display for easy viewing. I remained in my panties, bra, garter belt and stockings. The tug of my garter belt as I moved about felt oddly pleasant; it was a reminder of my Angel.

In an effort to calm down and relax from a most exciting day I went to my kitchen and boiled water for chamomile tea. When it was brewed I added honey and took my cup and saucer to my couch in the living room; my laptop was on the coffee table. As I sipped my tea and made an effort to be calm yet my eyes kept wandering to “my” wedding dress.

Placing my cup and saucer on the table I turned on my laptop, placed it on my lap and went to my favorite search engine; I had questions. I stared at the wedding dress for awhile and then typed: Is a wedding a pageant?

“Yes. A wedding can be considered a pageant because it's an elaborate, ceremonial show, with choreographed moments, costumes (wedding gowns) and a “performance” involving significant planning and elaborate decorations and attire.”

After reading my search results, I leaned back on the couch, closed my eyes, relaxed and pondered the day’s activities. After a few moments I eased out of my reverie, had a sip of tea and typed: ‘Can only virgins wear white wedding dresses?’

“The idea that only virgins can wear white wedding dresses is a myth. The idea that white dresses are exclusively for virgins is an outdated cultural idea and it is NOT a purity statement or test’; it’s a matter of personal choice. It’s perfectly acceptable for non-virgins to wear white. It's your wedding day so wear white if you want to.”

I closed my laptop, finished my tea, walked into my bedroom, flopped onto the bed and closed my eyes. I nonchalantly toyed with my garter straps as I let my mind wander. The exploits and fucking I had experienced over the last few days with Angel were amazing. My life had taken many twists and suddenly my future had exciting new options; options that were literally started by a zipper and consummated by an Angel. It was the zippers fault!

(This story is 100% adult fiction with a liberal helping of literary license... a fantasy for some.)

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