The Cottage Ch. 03

The bitch was teasing him!

He looked into her heavily made-up eyes; then at her rouged cheeks and red-lipsticked lips, her jewellery glittered at her earlobes, wrists and décolletage. His eyes found hers; he drew in a breath and inhaled her perfume and continued.

"You know what sort of things. The sort of things I've already done," his breathing was heavy.

Steve was barefoot, dressed only in loose jeans and a cotton shirt. His chest was exposed and the beginnings of an erection began to tent the fabric at his groin.

"I know what you want; you've taken it twice. I also know I can't stop you if you want to take it again so I propose a deal," Michele said, swinging the pump dangling from her toes.

Steve was mesmerised by the shoe rocking back and forth; dangling from her dark nylon-clad toes.

"Deal?" he replied.

"I'll let you do what you did to me before. The slap and tickle stuff as you call it. I might even suck you if you behave yourself."

"First off; I remain fully clothed."

"And you mustn't! And I mean mustn't; try to touch me down there or touch my breasts. I'm saving myself for Mike and he gets to be the first one. Do you understand!" she glared at him intently.

"You mean I can dry hump your legs and you'll suck my dick but I can't finger you, fuck you or play with your tits," Steve translated her demands.

"If you must put it so lewdly yes! And I keep my clothes on. All of them!" she replied sternly.

Michele thought that the deal was too good for Steve to pass up on. A compliant girl ready to do almost anything as long as she remained fully-clothed and he wasn't allowed to touch her cunt or her tits; which were non-existent anyway.

"Agreed," Steve answered; his voice thick with lust.

Michele let her dangling high heel drop to the floor and pointed her toe directly at Steve; her red-varnished toenails just perceptible through the black gauzy nylon.

"So what were you saying about I'd kissing my toes and then following the seams of my stockings with your tongue?" Michele wriggled her toes at him.

That set him off! He put down his drink and crawled across the floor to the couch until his face was level with her feet. He pulled Michele's legs out straight and pulled off her remaining high-heel. Michele wriggled her toes in anticipation of what was to come.

She really liked the feeling of power she held over this man as he worshipped her feet. He held her silken-clad ankles firmly and she could feel his hot breath on her feet through her nylon stockings. Then she felt his tongue begin to explore her toes. He ran it under all of her toes on both feet and then he licked each of her toes individually. She felt her cock hardening tucked away in the crevice of her buttocks; lucky it was restrained by the gaff.

Steve tasted the silky material of her nylons, a scintilla of sweat, and a little trace of her perfume as he sucked her toes. He explored the valley under her toes and then examined each foot with his tongue. Then he put her toes into his mouth, alternating from left to right foot as he sucked and slathered her feet. His cock was rock hard and he was tempted to reach for it but he had a better idea. Michele had her eyes closed and was breathing quite heavily. The sensuous tactility of this man worshiping her feet was surprisingly erotic and she was extremely aroused.

Steve removed Michele's feet from his mouth and lowered them towards his groin. Michele was filled with expectation and lust and she leaned back on the couch. She was going to enjoy giving her uncle Steve a footjob. She imagined she was one of the pretty models in her fashion magazines and that Steve was her boyfriend.

Michele leaned further back on the couch and her skirt rode up higher exposing her stocking-tops and the crotch of her mauve satin panties. She lowered a stocking encased foot into Steve's lap and watched him begin to squirm and moan.

"Oh Michele!" Steve moaned.

Michele's dark reinforced nylon toes now rubbed against the Steve's hard penis through his jeans. Steve lifted Michele's other nylon encased foot and rubbed it all over his face and Michele enjoyed listening to his muffled moans.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening! Yesterday you fought me tooth and claw and now you're driving me wild with your feet; they smell so good and feel amazing!" Steve sighed

"Shut up and kiss my foot," Michele tickled his nose playfully with her toe.

Michele pressed and rubbed one stockinged foot against his erection while Steve worshiped the other foot pressing it firmly over his nose and mouth; inhaling her foot odour and licking at her nylon imprisoned toes. He reached down and stroked the stocking-clad foot that was pressing on his hard cock. He continued to moan; licking and sucking on Michele's toes, sliding his other hand farther up and down Michele's long, sleek stockinged-sheathed legs.

"Take it out!" Michele whispered seductively.

Steve fumbled at his lap; unbuttoned his fly and released his engorged penis. Michele worked her nyloned foot all around his rampant member. She worked her toes on the underside of his shaft, just below his glans. After few strokes from Michele's toes Steve was squirming and groaning. A filament of pre-seminal fluid oozed from the tip of his penis and stuck to Michele's toe; it glistened on the dark reinforced nylon. He began to run his hands up and down the full length of Michele's gossamer-sheathed leg from the tips of her toes to the tops of her hose. He moaned with pleasure as Michele's massaged his phallus with her silken foot.

Michele pulled her other foot away from Steve's face and dropped it into his lap. She placed each of her feet together and arched her soles, trapping Steve's engorged manhood between them. She moved her feet back and forth masturbating Steve's cock with her nylon clad feet.

Steve's cock was swollen, the glans bright red and almost ready to shoot its load. Pre-seminal fluid was flowing freely from the eye of his penis, and the sensation of the wet scratchy-slick nylon sliding up and down his shaft was exquisite. Michele's toes became soaked with Steve's pre-seminal fluid.

Steve looked down at his lap again and watched as Michele's shapely feet slid up and down his straining penis, milking him with her diaphanous encased appendages. The nylon covering her toes glistened with pre-seminal fluid and Steve ran his hands up and down Michele's stockinged legs all the way up her thighs to the dark welts and garter straps. He bucked back and forth fucking Michele's feet and he could sense his orgasm approaching. He firmly grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet from his cock.

"Hey! I was enjoying that!" Michele whined.

"Not the way I wanna come love," Steve smiled up at her.

He stood up and dropped his pants and ripped off his shirt so he stood naked before her. His penis was rampant and throbbing. He fell on her and she giggled as he began to hug and kiss her.

Michele opened her mouth and met Steve's tongue with her own; she crushed his lips with hers whilst at the same time raising her legs and wrapping them around his flanks. She knew Steve loved the feel of nylon against his bare skin and she was not disappointed when he groaned. Her plan now was to get him to come against her legs or on her body; worst case scenario she would fellate him. To be honest she was enjoying every minute of their passionate embraces. Her cock was hardening; trying to break free of the gaff. As long as Steve stayed away from her tits and groin she was confident her ruse would hold and she could concentrate on pleasuring herself whilst Steve took what he wanted from her.

Steve's cock was rubbing on Michele's legs; he enjoyed the differing sensations as his cock shifted from her sheer nylons to the cool firm flesh of her upper thigh. His cock touched one of her garter clips and he winced as the cold metal snap nipped the flesh of his penis. He didn't mind actually, because the mild pain held back his orgasm. He was close to coming but didn't want to just yet.

He extricated himself from Michele's embrace; much to her disappointment but he wasn't off her for long. He spun her around so that she was lying on her back on the couch and he mounted her again. She willingly opened her legs to accommodate him; even helping him ruck up her skirt. He kissed her and his cock brushed against her rayon slip leaving a silvery trail of pre-seminal fluid on the slippery black fabric. Michele felt him rummaging around, pulling her slip out of the way and then she felt his hot cock on the front panel of her full cut satin panties; it was hard and throbbing and she became concerned about what he might try next.

"Ok Steve you can rub on my panties but remember our agreement; no penetration!" she warned him.

She raised her hips and ground her belly against him. The feel of his hard member pressing against her flesh with only the flimsy layer of panty material between their bodies was extremely arousing. She kissed him deeply, driving her tongue deep into his mouth, wriggled her hips and wrapped her legs around him once more. She wanted to bring him to release; to feel his hot seed splash on her belly and thighs.

Steve had other plans and before she could stop him he slid his cock inside the leg opening of her panties and it came into contact with her warm flesh. Michele panicked and tried to push him off her but Steve hung on and probed at her groin with his hard manhood. She drummed her heels on his back and pushed at his shoulders to try to dismount him.

"No Steve! No! You promised!" she shrieked.

It was too late; Steve's cock was buried in her groin trying to find her non-existent vagina.

Steve was stymied; his cock should be buried in the folds of Michele's labia but instead his cock found nothing but hard flesh and then he realised what was happening.

"Stop! Stop! Stop" Michele cried, but it was too late; her ruse was up.

"Fuck me! You're a tranny!" Steve exclaimed.

Michele was howling; beating her hands against his body, writhing and wriggling, trying to free herself from his embrace. Steve held her down with his bodyweight and then he did something that Michele was totally unprepared for. He bent his head and kissed her softly.

"Shh, Shh, Shh, Michele its ok honey," he whispered in her ear.

He stroked her hair and then kissed her eyelids, her cheeks and her mouth with extreme tenderness. Michele was not prepared for this display of affection. She thought Steve would be revolted and at best berate and belittle her and at worst he might beat her.

"It's ok Michele. I now know what this has all been about. You're a transvestite and you were scared I'd find out," Steve said in a soothing voice.

"I actually find it a total turn on that you're a tranny. I served in the Royal Navy for ten years and I've met heaps of trannies over the years," Steve explained.

"And I have to say that you are heaps sexier and far more attractive than those slanty-eyed lady-boys in Singapore. You are feminine, beautiful and seductive and I want you even more," he kissed her again; this time softly on the lips.

Michele remembered that her uncle Steve had done a stint in the RN but she was not aware that he was transvestite admirer. She didn't even know that such men existed! She stopped struggling and lay still letting Steve kiss and embrace her. It felt comforting and exciting at the same time. She looked in his eyes.

"You don't mind?" she whispered.

"Mind? I think it's fantastic! I haven't been with a tranny for years but I've never lost my taste for them and you are absolutely gorgeous," he replied and kissed her again; this time with passion.

'Well at least he doesn't know who I am,' she thought.

They continued to kiss and grope each other and then Michele felt Steve begin to hump away at the front of her panties again and she was happy to respond. His hands stroked her stockinged legs rubbing them from knee to stocking-top and then his fingers stroked her bare thighs.

"MMMMmmm, that's nice," Michele moaned.

Steve slid his hand along the front of her panties and then he slipped his fingers inside the waistband. Michele began to struggle again.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's ok; just let me do this, trust me you'll like it," Steve kissed her ear.

Michele felt more than a little trepidation as Steve's hand slid inside her panties. His fingers found her penis, semi-erect, taped under her groin. She struggled a little but Steve held her still and gently extricated her cock from the gaff, dropping the disused tape on the floor. He positioned her member along her stomach and pulled her panties back up over her penis and lay down on her. His own erection pressed against hers through the satiny panty material. He began to rub his cock against hers and he kissed her deeply.

Michele had never felt anything so exotic in her life. All the times she had masturbated with panties and stockings covering her cock could not compare to the sensation of having a hard prick rubbing her own with the layer of panty material between them. She could feel her uncle's cock pulse and throb as it massaged her own quivering shaft.

Once again she lifted her legs and wrapped them around Steve's body; locking her heels behind his back.

"Ride me Steve! Make me come!" she whimpered and ground herself against his hard, hot cock.

She was close to coming and she hoped Steve was too. She wanted to feel his hot seed flood her panties and coat her cock as she too erupted.

Steve adjusted his position slightly and pushed his cock into the crevice of her panty-clad buttocks and began to hump her there. It felt nice but not as nice as his cock against her cock.

"Put it back please honey," she whispered in his ear and then went back to kissing him whist she wriggled her behind trying to extricate his cock from between her buttocks.

"Stop it you naughty boy," she giggled.

Steve did not stop; instead he pulled the gusset of Michele's panties aside and slid his cock harder into the crease of her soft creamy buttocks.

"Stop it!" Michele yelped; seriously now.

Steve ignored her and his glans probed at her sphincter. Michele screamed and wriggled but Steve was too strong. He held her down with one hand whilst he used the other to guide his penis into Michele's anus.

Michele screamed.

"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Please don't Steve; I don't want this; I'm not ready for this," Michele pleaded.

She knew what Steve was trying to do and the very idea of it shocked and appalled her. Steve ignored her pleas.

"It's ok Michele; the first time will hurt a little but then it will be wonderful. It's just like the first time for a girl," he smiled down at her but Michele would still not consent to what he was about to do.

She did not want to be sodomised!

Steve reached out to the coffee table and took a dollop of butter from the butter dish and spread it thickly over Michele's sphincter and his long thick shaft; all the while Michele wriggled and struggled underneath him. He used his bodyweight to hold her down.

"Stop! Stop! Don't! Don't!" she screamed.

But they were alone in the cottage miles from anywhere. There was no one to hear her cries. Outside the snow continued to fall.

Michele was just about to scream out again when the head of Steve's penis pierced her sphincter. The butter eased the entry of Steve's cock past her tight bud but the pain was still incredible. Michele moaned and bucked in pain but Steve would not remove his phallus from inside her, he only had his glans inside her and he didn't try to push any more of himself inside her but he still held her down.

"Ohhh!!! Hurts! Hurts! Hurts! Hurts! Hurts! Hurts!" Michele whimpered.

"Shhh Honey; relax and it will be ok," Steve whispered, trying to sooth her.

"No! No! No! No! No! No! Take it out!!!" Michele moaned.

Michele was feeling a constant deep burning sensation combined with spasmodic twinges of intense pain shooting from her sphincter. She whimpered and wriggled trying to expel the intruder from her back passage but Steve held on.

"Michele!!!" he hissed; and she stopped struggling and listened to him.

"Look honey, the worst is over I promise, if you lie still and let me; I can make this experience special for you. Or you can keep struggling and I'm going to fuck you anyway and then it's really going to hurt!"

Michele realised that once again she had been vanquished and she would do anything to stop the excruciating pain that was coming from her back passage. She sighed and lay still; her anus pierced by Steve's penis; she was smart enough to know that fighting was only going to make the pain worse. She tried to relax her sphincter but her instinct was to try to push against the object invading her anus; not to accept it.

"That's it honey," said Steve as he felt Michele's sphincter spasm as she tried to relax it.

"It will be ok I promise."

Michele was quietly sobbing but at the same time she forced her inner muscles to relax. Amazingly the twinges of intense pain began to subside; she still felt the burning sensation around the entrance to her anus but it was tolerable. Steve took another dollop of butter from the dish and applied it his shaft.

"Ok honey; keep relax, I really don't was to hurt you," Steve soothed.

Millimetre by millimetre Steve slowly pushed himself inside Michele; he took his time and whenever Michele flinched he stopped and soothed her as his shaft slowly disappeared inside Michele's rectum. Michele felt full and intensely uncomfortable, the urge to expel Steve's penis was immense and she had to physically and mentally prevent her internal muscles from contracting.

After ten minutes Steve had about half of his girth buried inside Michele's anus he raised her legs so that they rested over his shoulders. He looked down at her pretty face and smiled.

"It's ok Michele; you're doing fine."

Michele's only response was a silent tear. She had stopped sobbing and now and only mewed softly, but now that she had relaxed her sphincter she really didn't feel any pain. Even the burning sensation had subsided; she just felt full.

Steve continued to press slowly forward cooing and encouraging Michele to stay calm and relax her anal muscles. When he had about three quarters of his shaft inside her, he sensed her internal muscles respond and she gasped. He knew what it was; it was not pain. His glans had found her prostate gland. Her reaction was pleasure not pain.

Steve knew better than to rush; he took his time pushing the remaining few centimetres of his shaft inside Michele until eventually he was buried deep inside her with his scrotum resting snugly against her. He wriggled his penis inside her to stimulate her prostate and he kissed her. She began to respond and she kissed him back.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good Steve. The pain has stopped and it feels quite nice," she smiled up at him.

"I told you it would hurt but only for a little while. Just stay relaxed and it will get better," Steve lowered his face to hers and kissed her again.

He rubbed her silken-hosed legs and she rubbed them against his body because she knew he particularly liked it.

She felt Steve's glans rub against an area inside her that suddenly caused waves of intense pleasure to course through her body. As his penis stimulated her prostate, rings of pleasure ran up and down her insides; her sphincter responded and loosened and began to emit its own tingling ripples of pleasure. Michele gasped.

When Steve lowered his mouth to hers she kissed him back, deeply, passionately. She drove her tongue into his mouth and lifted her buttocks up off the couch and pushed herself up against him; her legs moved around his waist; she locked her ankles together and held him against her. She felt totally feminine lying here underneath this man; wantonly giving herself to him.