Donna Part Two – Shemale Erotica
Sunday, April 8th, 2007The thin lycra stretched tightly over my breasts, high heels clicking on the
terrazzo floor, I began my journey. The first step was across the street, but
I had no idea how far it would take me.
I just stared at myself in that big mirror. I snapped open the front of my
skirt and slipped it off. My legs looked so bare, covered with nude pantyhose.
My balls were taped up into their sockets with moleskin. A ribbon around its
head pulled my penis back between my buttocks. My hairless pubic area showed
under the tight fabric. My hairless armpits were sensitive to the wind, and I
was almost overwhelmed by the scent of my own perfume. I danced. Every ripple
of my body was visible to all. Every eye was on me. I was sexy as hell. I
wanted to rip off my clothes and dance naked for all the women, to open myself
up and take the sexual heat that pounded trough that place into my body. I was
going to writhe and sweat until my muscles couldn’t move anymore. The warmth of
my skin mixed with the strong musk of my perfume.
Did I dance. As they left, a number of women touched me, their long fingers and
bright nails stroking me through the lycra, damp from sweat so it clung as if
it was glued to me. The places where they touched me heated up, hot and
driving.
The chill city air snapped my leotard cool as Donna and I walked across the
street. Follow me, she said and I did. Into the bar across the street, and down
at a booth. We ordered white wine, and I glowed when I saw the red lipstick
mark on my glass. We were seated where I could see myself in the mirror. I
looked fabulous.
Nature calls. We picked up our purses and wiggled back to the loo. The leotard
slid off my body,still with a cling from the sweat. The panty hose rolled
down, and Donna got behind me to release my cock from it’s home. I had gotten
used to the continual excitement of my buttocks rubbing against my helpless
cock, but when it was freed I looked down through my adhesive breasts to see it
stand out free and proud. Donna took it between her long nailed hands. We’re
sisters now, and sisters share everything. Soon my back arched crazily as she
took it in her mouth.
I thought of the men outside nursing their beers. I looked into the cracked
mirror and saw the red nipples of my foam breasts bouncing. The lipstick tasted
creamy as my tongue circled my mouth. I wanted to cry out as she sucked harder,
her tongue in a frenzy, stroking my glans. My calves ached from the tension
pushing against the 4 inch heels. I came for what seemed like hours.
We caught our breath, did what we had to do, put our clothes back on and
checked our makeup. A couple of guys bought us some drinks and got a little
thigh, but we were going home “alone”.
A good costume takes hours of work. Beaded push-up bra with silicone inserts
that make it all look like me. Scanty panties. A heavy girdle..a beaded, coin
bedecked belt that accentuates the movement of the hips. A thin skirt, veils,
and heavy jewelry. Had to pierce my ears, and the heavy earrings pulled at my
lobes.
When I put it on I was another person. Meena. No last name, no family, no real
life, just a beautiful sexy dancer. I danced with my soul, unladen of worldly
worries. I worried about keeping a perfect tan, about keeping my skin supple,
about if I should get a jewel for my navel. I was a creature of the body and
soul, and my intellect drifted along, released from a need to control my every
move.
Donna and I sat home, practicing our dance, sewing beads, or spending hours
practicing sexual techniques from the Kama Sutra. Our hairless oiled bodies
moved too slowly to see as our souls hovered above and watched.
The initiation took all weekend. All of the initiates were stripped naked. We
were to be cleansed fully. Each of us assumed the position of the dog and the
goddess of all came along to cleanse us. From the front of her robe came a
long hollow dildo. She inserted it deep into the vagina of the first initiate,
and shot a quart of soapy, perfumed water deep into her. Her braething became
deep and heavy, panting with the fullness. I felt the woman next to me receive
the cleansing, her body quivering. They lubricated the dildo for me, and it
sank slowly into my anus. My balls were taped inside my body, and my penis hung
below my hairless pubis. I tensed up as it entered, but changed my focus. I was
being entered by the earth, by all. I was being cleansed. My body began to
quiver, and I felt myself coming to the orgasm that Donna had spoken of. The
water was in my bowels, flushing out the impacted debris of this society. I was
cleaned.
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