Femme Fatale

"It looks like heaven," Cindy remarked.

Derek studied the framed covers of Transsexual Express that decorated one of the walls. Beautiful shemales smiled at him among titles that referred to the social, political, and sexual topics discussed within each issue. "Very impressive," he said.

"Thanks. Can I get you anything? A drink? Some refreshments? A blowjob?"

Cindy blushed. "I could use a little lip service."

Daphne smiled. "Why don't we take our clothes off and get comfortable."

Within minutes, they were all naked. Derek was erect. The girls, their own penises small, soft, and limp, grinned at his stiff, upright cock. "I'm glad to see you brought that with you, as I asked," Daphne quipped.

She led her guests into her boudoir, which was occupied by the biggest bed that Derek and Cindy had ever seen. It made a king-size look small by comparison. "That's some bed!" Derek declared.

"I had it custom made," Daphne confided. She climbed onto the gargantuan piece of furniture. "Won't you join me?" she invited, patting the mattress.

Cindy and Derek climbed aboard.

Cindy lay on her back. Daphne knelt between her parted knees, taking Cindy's small, soft penis into her mouth. Derek knelt behind Daphne, guiding his thick, hard cock into the cleavage between her round, smooth buttocks. As Daphne nursed Cindy's limp penis to erection, Derek slid his prick through the tight circle of Daphne's anus, shoving his hips forward steadily until his thick manhood filled her rectum.

As Cindy's prick thickened, lengthened, and swelled, Daphne began to bob her head up and down, in a slow, steady rhythm, pumping her rounded lips back and forth upon Cindy's saliva-glistening shaft. Cindy writhed on the bed, moaning with pleasure.

While Daphne sucked Cindy's cock, Derek began fucking Daphne's impaled ass with his own prick, driving the thick organ all the way into her bottom before withdrawing it until only the glans remained within the sphincter.