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From: (Jenni Fillan)
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Subject: TG: Blue Irises
Date: Fri, 22 Sep 1995 16:35:10 GMT
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     Giving a last look at the address in the letter, I went up to the
door of the rather large house and knocked on it. A blonde woman,
wearing a red business suit and white blouse eventually opened the
door and looked at me appraisingly. After a minute she said 'you'll do
nicely', and stepped back to let me in.
     'Come with me' she said, and taking my hand firmly led me up a
set of stairs into a bedroom, obviously a woman's, with attractive if
austere curtains, a makeup table, various chairs and a large bed in
the center. A slight smell of scent was in the air, coming from the
articles on the makeup table. She positioned me firmly in front of a
large mirror by the table, and said simply
     'Remove your clothes'.
I unbuttoned my shirt, removed my shoes and sock, and slid my pants to
the floor. Reaching over, she slid my underpants down abruptly and
said
     'I hope you're clean'.
     I nodded.
     She stepped back from me and inspected me. Then she went over to
a bureau, and opening various drawers, took out a number of different
undergarments. Placing them neatly on the bed beside me, making sure
everything she needed was there, she started.
     'Panties' she said, and took from the stack a pair of lace-topped
white underpants. 'Step in', she said, bending down to hold them in
front of me near the floor. I put my feet into the thin underpants.
She slid them up my legs, around my penis and up to my waist.
Involuntarily, I felt myself becoming erect. She slipped a finger
under the waistband of the panties and straightened out a curl in the
elastic with a deft motion of her fingers.
     'Bra' she said, and took a white padded brassiere from the bed.
'Arms out', and as I stretched my arms forward she slid the bra over
my arms and against my chest, looking at me intently with her gray
eyes. I looked back at her, straightening myself slightly. The
slightest hint of a smile teased the corners of her lips, and then was
gone. She stepped behind me, and quickly drew the bra straps together
behind my back and fastened them. I looked down to admire it, it was a
wellmade and rather pretty one. Instinctively, I pushed out my chest
slightly.
     'Slip next', she said, and took from the bed a rose-colored full
slip with thin shoulder straps and a delicate inch of lace around the
bottom and the top. Without being told, I put my arms forward again,
and she slid the slip over my arms. It felt cool, like a breeze after
swimming. I felt it glide over my face and shoulders, the lace and
smooth fabric brushing my eyes and lips as it travelled over my body.
The bodice fell neatly over my brassiere and I suddenly felt the lace
at the bottom brushing my calves.
     'Right', she said, and putting two hands around my waist,
positioned me by the bed. Taking a dark red garter belt from the
diminishing pile beside me she reached under my slip and fastened it
around my waist, centering it with slight jerking motions as the
straps and fasteners tapped against my legs. Pushing me gently but
firmly on the stomach, she sat me down on the side of the bed. Taking
a stocking from beside me, she pulled it up over her two thumbs with
her fingers and, sitting to one side of me, inserted my left toe into
the stocking. She unrolled it over my leg, stretching it tightly as
she went up under my slip to my thighs. I rocked slightly to allow her
access to the garter straps, supporting myself on my right hand as she
strapped the stocking onto the fastener. Taking the other stocking,
she repeated the process. I could smell her hair as she sat beside me,
her hands at my thighs while she fastened the remaining stocking. She
brushed one hand briefly against my penis behind its silken covering,
now slightly wet, then withdrew her hands and stood up. 
     'Over here', she said, motioning to the makeup table. 
     I sat at a chair in front of the makeup table. She walked to a
closet and, reaching up, took down an attractive brunette wig with
mid-backlength hair. Coming behind me, she pulled the wig over my
forehead and then backwards, and I felt its strands tickling my
shoulders and back. Taking a brush from the table, she pushed me
gently forward and brushed my hair with firm downward strokes, behind,
at the sides, and then in the front. She looked in the mirror at me,
and I saw her nod slightly, as if I was fitting some picture she had
had in her mind. She slid a hand down my shoulders and onto my right
breast, and then took her hand away.
     'Looks good', she said quietly. 
     She took makeup from the table in turns, a touch of foundation,
then blusher, eyeshadow and liner, and used them on my face with one
hand while steadying her other against my forehead. Then she handed me
a lipstick and mascara.
     'You can do these yourself, I'm sure', she said. I applied the
mascara, blinking my eyelashes in turn into the coated brush, and then
sliding it back into its container. I drew the lipstick over my lips,
peaking it slightly on the top as I usually do, and then blotted it
with a tissue from the table. She was watching me closely.
     'A girl', she stated flatly, nodding and looking at my
reflection. I also was looking at myself. For all the times I have
seen myself in the mirror, the image of myself as woman never stays
with me and always surprises me. I do well, though, many of my friends
have expressed envy. 
     Come here', she said almost wearily. 'Pick out a pair of shoes
and a dress'. Surprised at this bit of freedom as well as by her tone,
I went over to the closet where she was standing. Against a side wall
was a neat array of seven or eight pairs of shoes. I chose an
appropriate pair, avoiding the longer heels, and standing on one foot
then another put them on, sliding their small leather straps over my
stockinged feet. Standing straight again, I walked over to the mirror,
feeling the new perspective that high heels give and wondering
slightly how she had managed to ascertain my shoe size. From the five
or six dresses hanging in the closet I chose a slightly formal looking
calf-lengthed burgundy dress with a white lace collar. I stepped into
it and she zipped  up the back. Feeling complete, I looked critically
in the mirror as she watched me, then looked away. She was biting her
lower lip in thought. I turned to face her and spread out my skirt in
front of her with my fingers, raising my eyebrows questioningly.
'No, it's not that', she said. 'You look fine'. She glanced to the
side again, and then walked to me, almost shyly. 'You look beautiful'.

She looked deeply into my eyes, and then slowly, eyes straight ahead,
kneeled in front of me. Placing her hands on my legs she slowly slid
them up along my stockings and over my thighs until she reached the
waistband of my panties. Glancing up at me, she slipped a finger under
the lace on each side and pulled the underpants down as far as the
garters allowed. My cock came forward and jutted against the slip and
dress, and she moved the front of the dress and slip up and over it.
Moving closer with her knees, she took my penis in one hand and
brought her mouth next to its head. A slight drop of liquid was at its
tip, and opening her mouth she reached out with her tongue and licked
it off with a small circling motion. Then, sliding her other hand
around my buttocks she pressed and moved my cock slowly into her
mouth. I felt the warm wetness encircle that most tender part of me
and I involuntarily let out a short gasp. Three, four times, she took
me deeply into her mouth and then back out again, the head of my cock
tensing as it parted her lips and moved along her tongue. But then she
quickly backed off and, sliding my panties back up over me,
straightened my slip and dress. Standing up, she threw back her hair
with a quick motion of her head, and took a breath.
     'Not yet', she said. 'Come with me.'
     She took me by the hand and led me towards the door of the
bedroom. Pausing by the makeup table by the door, she picked up a
bottle of perfume, opened it, and shook a few drops onto her fingers.
She then ran her fingers along the side of my neck, and I felt the
cool scent evaporating on my skin and smelt its sharp sweetness. She
then did the same to herself, and opening the door, led me out into
the hallway.
     We went down the hall, past many doors, taking corners, then down
two flights of stairs, my heels clicking against the hardwood flooring
between carpets as I walked. I had a feeling I was being led to a
basement, and began to feel slightly apprehensive. She opened a door
at the bottom of the stairs, and I was relieved to see just another
bedroom with a large canopied bed in the center. There were no
windows, just soft table lamps at the head of the bed. She went to a
telephone that sat on one of the tables and picked it up, looking
upwards and raising her eyebrows in the strange way people do while
waiting on the telephone. After a few seconds I heard a faint click,
and she said into it 
     'Come in now.'
     I looked over to another door at the opposite side of the
bedroom, wondering who would emerge from it. I heard slow steps, then
the handle turned. A man walked in slowly, looking first at me and
then at the woman. He was shorter than me by an inch or two, but very
broadly built, with large hands and feet and a short mustache.
Standing in the center of the room, he stopped and clasped his hands
in front of himself, alternately looking at the woman, and then at me.
The woman was looking at me, perhaps to gauge my reaction, but I had
none, except perhaps a slight chill of nervousness or anticipation in
my stomach. She turned back to the man.
     'Fuck her', she said. He looked at her blankly, his eyebrows
lowered. 
     'I said, Fuck. Her.', she repeated, annunciating the syllables
distinctly. 
     He looked confused, for a second I wondered if he was mentally
deficient. Then he looked at me, and the confusion vanished from his
face. Walking towards me, he stretched out a hand and cupped my left
breast. Reaching around my back with his other hand, he walked me
backwards until I felt the bed behind my legs, and sat down on the
edge of it. 
     The woman unbuttoned her blouse, small fingers working each
button downwards, and then she dropped it to the floor. She undid the
belt of her skirt, and slid it downwards, stepping out of it. Sitting
on the bed beside me in her slip, she swung her legs onto the bed. She
lay me backwards by laying a hand on my chest, and then reaching under
my dress she undid the straps to my stockings.
     The man took off his shirt to reveal a massive and hairy chest
and strong arms. He then undid the buckle to his pants, and slid them
down to the floor. Completely naked, his cock stood out like a thick
tree from a hair-covered cliff. He reached down and ran his hands up
my stockings, taking my dress and slip along with them, until he
reached the top of my panties. Clumsily, he grabbed them at the sides
and pulled them off of me. Then he put his hands at my knees and
quickly spread my legs apart.
     'Wait', said the woman, and reached over the bed to one of the
tables. She came back with a tube of hand lotion, and squeezed some of
it into her hand. Then she grasped his penis and lubricated it with
the lotion. The man started breathing heavily and his cock
straightened out even more. Drawing her hand away and sitting back by
my side, the woman nodded to him.
     He reached down and grabbed my ankles, one in each hand, and drew
my legs up over his shoulders. I felt myself arching my back and I let
out a shivering breath, thinking of what was going to happen. He took
a small step closer to me and moved his hips slightly. With a slight
shock I felt the warm point of his cock against the entrance to my
asshole, my only vagina. His thick hands slid beneath my buttocks, and
he grabbed me firmly. Very slowly, he pushed his cock hard against me
and then into me. I felt the head of his penis parting me largely,
then entering me slowly. I was breathing quickly, clenching my teeth
and then opening my mouth to let the breath out, shaking. He continued
to travel into me and I felt the large tip of him moving deeply into
me, then he slowly withdrew. His second thrust was quicker but just as
deep, I could feel him plunge into me until his hard groin pressed
against the space between my legs. He set up a rhythm, grabbing my
buttocks and thrusting in, then pushing me back as he withdrew, each
time almost completely out, then again parting me with a deep
penetration. He started to pant, a low noise coming from his throat
with each push. 
     The woman, her left hand pressing down at my breasts, lifted my
dress up further and exposed my small but erect cock. She licked my
stomach while her hand ran over my chest, then licked the head of my
penis. As the man kept up his rhythmic plunges, she lay her head on my
stomach and took my cock into her mouth, enveloping it with warm
wetness. With her other hand she pulled up her slip and worked her
panties down off of her legs, then reached her fingers into her crotch
and started rubbing slowly, tensing her back and letting out quick
breaths. I was beyond thought now, aware only of my body, the penis
thrusting and moving far into me, the woman's mouth at the head of my
cock, the man's firm groin pressing rhythmically against my ass. He
seemed to be almost shouting now with each push, 'ah, ah, ah'. The
woman was rubbing herself more quickly and moving her mouth and tongue
rapidly on my cock. Suddenly, with a great groan, the man came
violently, pushing me backwards with a giant thrust into me. I felt
the hot sperm jetting into me and his cock tensing as he emptied
himself inside me, his groin jerking against my ass. His orgasm inside
me excited me tremendously and I came hotly and forcefully inside the
woman's mouth, feeling her tongue moving as she swallowed. This in
turn must have excited her for she started to twist her body and gasp
loudly, her mouth loosening around my cock as she groaned. Then she
made a long and forceful exhalation and her thin body suddenly jerked
in orgasm, her left hand clutching my dress while her right hand moved
between her legs.
     The man had slowed down meanwhile, his cock moving within me with
a easy slickness because of his sperm. Then he gently came out of me,
and I felt a quickly cooling wetness run out of me and down my
buttocks onto the bed. The woman lay with her head on my stomach for a
few seconds, and breathed deeply two or three times. She turned her
head and looked at the man, and he met her eyes for a few seconds in
some secret communication, his expression unchanging. Then she turned
and looked at me, and I saw in her eyes a look of distant and fearful
love.
     She got off of the bed, the man gathered up his clothes and
shambled out of the room. I stood up and reached down for my panties,
pulling them up around me.
     'Let me help you, sweet one', she said, still not smiling, but
without the stern tone from before. She kneeled in front of me once
again and helped me fasten my stockings to the garters. Standing
again, she produced a brush and straightened my hair, flipping it off
of my shoulders with a quick motion and running the brush through it
in strong downward sweeps. 
     'You can keep the clothes' she said. 'Do you want your others
back?'
     I said no, and she nodded. 
     'You can go out this way,' she said, motioning to the door the
man had entered with. 'Thank you.'
     I took a last look at her, standing in her slip, and went through
the door. It opened out into a short hallway. At the other end a door
with bright frosted panes was promising a sunny day. On a table by the
side of the door was a  piece of paper loosely wrapped around 11
brilliantly blue irises, some of them still tightly furled. My
requested payment. 
     I gathered them up with a smile, and walked out onto the new,
bright street.

By Jenni Fillan     1995