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Indian Summer
And Other Poems
By T.S.Severe

Copyright 2008 T.S. Severe all rights reserved. Intended for Adults
Only
Http://www1.asstr.org/~severe/index.htm

Amy
 (M+/TG, Romance, Interracial-Asian)



    "Are you sleeping, Amy?" His voice was soft, caressing my ears
like his hand moving along my spine.

    "Mmmm..." I just sighed, keeping my brown eyes closed and giving Sam
a little smile that he probably couldn't see. My hair was all over the
place, too long, too black, and just too...Much. He liked my hair
though, so I didn't mind.

    I was face down on his bed, the way I liked to spend my Sunday
afternoons and I guessed the football game was over, or maybe it was
just halftime. Yeah, that's what it was. I could hear his friends
laughing, their loud voices happily muted by the walls and doors that
separated us. I didn't mind that either, a man needs his friends and I
got along with them okay, although it had been a little tricky at
first.

    "The guys want to go out for pizza after the game." Sam told me
and he was climbing on top of me, straddling my bare thighs and I
could feel his jeans, cool and a little rough like soft sandpaper
against my light brown skin.

    "Hmmm..." I sighed, feeling his hands on my back, moving up and
down, massaging me the way I liked it. He'd squeeze my shoulders and
bring his hands along my sides, playing against the swell of my
flattened breasts, and further, across my waist to my panties. Then
Sam moved inward, his thumbs in the small of my back, kneading my
flesh and bringing a soft groan of approval out of me before pressing
their way back up to do it all over again.

    "You're so beautiful..." He breathed and I felt him shifting, just a
little so he could rub his trapped cock against my ass, grinding
against me gently and using that massage as an excuse.

    "Careful..." I sighed happily. "...You might miss your football game."

    "Can't help it." Sam chuckled and lowered his body carefully onto
mine, taking his weight on his arms and knees, but giving me enough of
him to feel the burden of love.

    Sam was so much larger than my five foot four body, nearly a foot
taller and fifty or sixty pounds heavier than my deceptive one twenty.
I don't look like I weigh that much, especially with my narrow hips
and smooth flat tummy. Maybe it's all in my tits, I thought with a
giggle, because they're perfect 34C's and seemingly too large for the
rest of me. Like my ass, which is small and tight and wonderfully pert
as they say. Sam loved my butt.

    He brought his face to mine, urging me to lift my head slightly,
parting my lips as his tongue slipped into my warm willing mouth. We
kissed lazily, with a languid passion that suited my mood perfectly. I
sucked Sam's tongue like a soft pink cock, closing my lips around it
and teasing it with my own. His hardness was apparent now, pushing
against my panty covered ass and I rolled my hips beneath him, teasing
my boyfriend in the simplest of ways.

    "Are you going to fuck me?" I breathed a minute later, opening my
eyes finally to see his handsome face, his soft brown eyes and
generous smile.

    "I have to now." He laughed and kissed my cute little nose, making
me giggle. Sam always knew how to make me happy and he didn't have to
do anything but be himself.

    I waited patiently while he slipped off me, undressing quickly and
the only movement I made was to pull the hair from my eyes so I could
admire his body. Sam was pale and lean, athletic with muscles and thin
brown hair over his legs. A thicker patch surrounding his meaty cock
and heavy balls, and then a narrow little strip rising to his belly
button. His cock was hard already, large enough without being too big.
It was perfect for me, nice and fat and wet with precum.

    He reached for my panties, licking his lips as he pulled them down
slowly, all the way down my legs and off my feet as I lifted them. He
brought his mouth to my ass, just like I knew he would, kissing my
firm cheeks and then licking between them. It was wonderful for me and
a shiver ran up my spine. I felt his hands taking me, his strong
fingers pulling my ass apart for his loving attentions. He kissed the
tight brown sphincter of my anus, smelling of strawberries from my
recent bath, the perfumed beads that I liked to soak in.

    I sighed and grabbed tiny fistfuls of sheet as I felt Sam's tongue
against me, licking my asshole lightly and then harder, tickling me
with the tip of his tongue and coaxing my muscles to relax and let him
in. He was going to do me right, the way he always did, eating my ass
for a good long while until I was writhing beneath his fingers,
feeling my arousal as a desperate need to have the man inside me.

    Sam slid his hand beneath me after a few moments, reaching between
my spread thighs to find my hard penis and silky balls. He pulled my
penis back so that it pointed towards my feet, trapped stiff against
the bed and throbbing beneath my supple sack. He kissed my balls
first, taking my hairless scrotum into his mouth and washing me
carefully, rolling my testes around with his tongue. Sam loved my
balls more than any other part of me, I think. He brought a finger to
my asshole while I was busy feeling good, and then made me gasp as I
felt him entering me slowly, working that finger back and forth to the
first knuckle and beyond.

    I opened for him easily and when Sam had his finger completely
inside me, he let my balls go with a soft wet plopping sensation. He
licked the underside of my penis briefly, just teasing me with his
tongue, and then went back to my ass. He was getting me loose and
ready for his big cock, eager for it as well, and he worked his warm
spit inside me for many more minutes, until I was begging him with a
panting voice to make love to me.

    "Amy..." He sighed, bringing his cockhead to my anus and pushing
against me with a steady pressure.

    I would open for him just fine, there was little doubt of that,
and the discomfort was a momentary thing. I'd been fucked a thousand
times, since I was a preteen ladyboy in Singapore, working the clubs
on Bugis Street, now I was in America. An eighteen year old girl on a
student visa, a gift from the Gates Foundation and their charitable
efforts to save exploited children like me. That I was really sixteen
hardly mattered and in truth I didn't even know when my real birthday
was. I'd borrowed a birth certificate from a friend and my sponsor, a
pleasant Englishman who'd made use of my services on numerous
occasions, had done the rest. He might have expected me to try and be
the boy I'd been born, but that was impossible. I've been a girl as
long as I can remember and I'm comfortable in myself.

    Besides, I already have the body and it would be a real waste of
money to undo all the work my old Malaysian owner had put into me. My
pouting lips, pert little nose, and especially my perfect 34C tits,
they'd cost a pretty penny or two. He's an unhappy man now, I'm sure,
but I'll never see him again, or his bamboo cane. Once I have my
degree I can do anything, even stay in America, possibly. I hope so
anyway. I might even get sexual reassignment surgery, but I don't
think so. I like my little penis. I'm used to it and I've met a lot of
men who don't mind if I have a little something extra to offer. A lot
of them like that part best of all and I'm constantly spoiled by their
attentions.

    Sam knew I had other friends, as I liked to call them, but they
weren't my boyfriends. That was Sam and he was the one I stayed with,
the one I gave my love to. The others were fun and profitable enough,
but married or they had their own girlfriends. They were shy too; a
lot of those guys, unwilling to expose their interest in a girl like
me, and it's still like that. It'll never change, but I grew up a
realist and the world and its irony holds little mystery for me. Sam
loved me anyway and that was enough.

    "Fuck Amy, you're so good around my cock, baby." Sam breathed into
my ear and he was all the way in me now.

    "Ummmm..." I moaned, wriggling my ass and squeezing it, massaging
the man's prick as it slid easily back and forth.

    He fucked me good and I was enjoying it a lot, that smooth
stroking of Sam's cock as it stretched my asshole around him. He was
just long enough to touch bottom in my ass, and if the angle was right
he'd find my prostate, kissing it with his cock and making me shiver
with pleasure. I could feel his balls pressed against mine when he'd
go deep and hold himself there for a moment, grinding slowly before
pulling back.

    Sam was going to cum soon and maybe I would too, it always felt
good and often I did orgasm with Sam, but not the way you might
expect. My orgasms are more emotional, less physical than a man's, and
I can cum without the release of semen from my balls. I lose my senses
and feel the fever consuming me. My body shakes and my tummy tightens;
my heart pumps violently to rush the ecstasy through my veins. It's
intense and satisfying and leaves me giddy and weak afterwards. The
best feelings in the world are those orgasms I shared with Sam.

    "I'm going to cum, Amy. Christ, I'm going to cum, baby!" He was
kissing me, fucking me hard and driving his cock into me so that the
bed squeaked loudly beneath us, the headboard banging against the
wall.

    I gasped loudly, lifting my ass to meet him as best I could,
feeling his cock seem to swell and then spasm in the tight confines of
my ass. His seed spilled out quickly, filling my rectum with the
distinct and heady sensation of semen spreading into the tender
recesses of my hungry bowels. I love feeling a man cum inside me, it's
something I've always enjoyed. The completeness of it, the
satisfaction of being joined so intimately is like nothing else in the
world and with other men I've always regretted the need for condoms.
At least Sam could take me bareback and reward me with his creamy
spend.

    Sam held himself inside me while we kissed, both of us damp with
sweat, hot and breathless. I worked my ass to milk his cock, squeezing
every drop of sperm from his balls that I could. Sometimes that would
keep him hard enough to fuck me again, but we'd spent the weekend
together and so he was going soft and his cock fell out of me with a
wet greasy sensation.

    "Thanks, Amy." Sam kissed me one last time before he moved off the
bed. "I needed that one."

    "I could tell." I giggled, knowing it was just a playful tease. He
spoiled me his affections. I folded my arms under my chin, debating
whether or not I should get up.

    It felt too good just lying there, I decided, and I closed my
eyes, enjoying that well fucked feeling. I was a little sore maybe,
but that was so normal I didn't notice it. I'd been sore every day
since I'd turned seven years old and it never went away, but that was
the price of being a ladyboy and one I'd grown more than willing to
pay. It's better here in the States anyway, in Singapore the customer
was always right and some of them weren't gentle. That's behind me
though and I don't like looking back too far.

    I smiled to myself as I heard Sam's college friends laughing and
whooping as he went back into the living room. They'd heard the noise,
probably half the neighborhood had heard that bed banging against the
wall, and they knew exactly what had been going on. Sam would be
grinning, blushing a little, but happy because he'd just had a great
fuck, and also because his friends hadn't. Boys are like that for some
reason. I closed my eyes, content to relax until the game was over and
we could go out.

    "Hey, Amy..." I opened my eyes, looking over my shoulder to see
Paul, one of Sam's friends. "...Sam said you wouldn't mind."

    He was already naked, from the waist down at least, and his cock
was long and hard and not so thick as my boyfriend's. We'd done this
before, but not too often, just once in awhile if the guys were
drinking. Some of them had been nervous at first, but by now they were
comfortable enough that they didn't mind getting a blowjob, or even
fucking me if they were horny enough.

    "Hmmm..." I giggled and wiggled my butt invitingly.

    "Sloppy seconds." Paul chuckled softly and I felt him kneeling
behind me, straddling my hips and spreading my little brown butt with
his thumbs.

    Cum was leaking out of my ass slowly, running over my balls and
enlarging the wet spot around my penis as it lay there. Paul didn't
seem to mind though. He brought his cock to my anus and pushed inside
me easily, bringing a happy groan from my lips as I felt my rectum
being invaded once more by a nice hard man.

    Paul took me like that, on his knees and I think he just liked the
view, looking down at my caramel ass, holding my firm round cheeks
apart so he could see his ruddy cock sliding in and out, stirring
Sam's cum into a frothy white mess that squeezed out around Paul's
prick. He fucked me slow at first and I was nodding and squirming a
little, enjoying that ride a lot because I was already nice and
stretched and well lubricated.

    Paul lasted five minutes maybe and by the end he was leaning over
me, fucking me just as hard as Sam had been and making much the same
noises. I wasn't going to cum, not this time, but it still felt
amazingly good and when Paul thrust himself balls deep and unloaded
his hot manly cream into my ass I was begging for it, urging him to
fill my ass with cum. He held himself there for a few minutes,
breathing into my ear and telling me what a good fuck I was, how my
ass felt better than his girlfriend's pussy, which made me laugh.

    "Thanks Amy." Paul kissed my cheek. "Fuck, that Sam is lucky."

    I stuck my tongue out at him and just nodded in agreement. Sam was
lucky to have me and so what if that sounds immodest. I'm young and
pretty and smart, a guy could do a whole lot worse than me. I even
fuck my boyfriend's buddies and I seriously doubted too many of their
girlfriends would do that. They hadn't been prostitutes either though
and American morals were something I still struggled with from time to
time. The people in this country can get so hung-up over the littlest
things; it isn't surprising how confused the country seems to be.

    The afternoon was passing slowly and I did get up then, mostly
because my butt was feeling loose and messy and Paul had shot a big
load of cum inside me. I felt overfull with it and I wanted to clean
myself up before one of Sam's other friends decided to have a go with
me. I wouldn't have minded it, but two guys were enough for the moment
and besides, it was a good tease. I knew the other three guys would be
thinking about me and disappointed if they took a peek into the
bedroom and found it empty. I liked teasing boys a lot.

    The shower was hot and I took a long one, paying close attention
to my ass and working hard to clean myself thoroughly there. I'd
learned excellent hygiene growing up, believe me, and no one could
ever complain about my cleanliness. I like feeling fresh and smelling
good and looking nice. It's important and I've spent my life being
beautiful to a purpose.

    I dressed nicely, not sure where we were going, but that was okay.
I pulled some sheer pink panties on, tucking my penis and testicles
down and out of the way. A pleated black skirt over those, short
because I like to show off my legs, which are smooth and toned and
sexy, even if I did wish I was taller. I wore a matching bra, pink
like my panties and sheer, my tits didn't need a lot of support and
underwear was for boys, really, in my opinion. All of my underwear was
sexy and most of it had been bought for me, not by me. My blouse was
yellow, thin cotton and comfortable. I left the top two buttons undone
so just a bit of my bra would show and a lot of golden brown cleavage
if I leaned not too far at all.

    I brushed my hair and left it loose, put on some makeup, but not a
lot. Some lip gloss and a bit of eye shadow, just enough to bring out
my almond eyes. Some gold jewelry, Baht gold from Thailand in 22
karat, which I loved. I wasn't much for precious stones, but gold
always got my attention and I collected that stuff for practical
reasons. It was good as cash. Some three inch heels, black stilettos
that were surprisingly comfortable, and I was ready to go. I double
checked my purse, making sure I had some condoms, because you never
know, some KY too, and all the little things I needed to get through a
night on the town.

    "Is the game over?" I smiled at Sam, knowing it wasn't.

    "Not yet, almost." He smiled when he saw me, they all did.

    Sam's four friends were all college guys like him and they knew
I'm a ladyboy. It had surprised them at first, mostly because I looked
far too pretty to be a guy, but also they had to wonder if their
friend wasn't gay or something. Americans were always strange about
such things. They probably wondered if they weren't gay, since they'd
all wanted to fuck me the first time they'd seen me. It was funny and
awkward, but Sam was a big boy and he could take it. I didn't care, I
know exactly what I am and other people's opinions don't mean a whole
lot to me.

    They came around though and it's amazing what a little alcohol and
a light touch will do to a man's attitude. Having sex with me didn't
make them gay, the boys decided, at least so long as they didn't
actually have to touch my penis or anything. Fucking my ass was okay,
getting a blowjob too, but a couple of them hadn't minded when I'd
urged them into a sixty-nine with me. The ones who had seemed the most
reluctant were the ones who had sucked my penis best, actually. Of
course that was a secret, which was funny because they'd all gone down
on me at least once, and not just when they were drunk.

    "You look great, Amy." Dale was smiling and he patted the sofa
between him and Jerry. "Sit down here, it's almost finished."

    "Okay." I smiled, walking over and enjoying the way those five
guys were watching me. "Who's winning?"

    I sat down lightly, in that small space they gave me, crossing my
legs and smiling at the two men. They were large, American men always
are, like giants, I think. Dale was darker with an unkempt mustache
and tangled hair, cute in a roguish sort of way. Jerry looked clean
and neat, with his blonde hair combed and smiling green eyes. I like
Jerry's eyes a lot and they were so often upon me I felt spoiled by
them. The two men were dressed like their friends, jeans and t-shirts,
Dale with an unbuttoned flannel shirt hanging from his shoulders.

    Paul sat in a chair to my left, looking very smug and satisfied by
our recent sex. Much like Sam, who sat on a wooden chair from his
kitchen, turned around so he could lean on the back of it while he
watched the game. The fifth man, Todd, was on the floor, leaning
against the wall near Sam's little bookcase, drinking his beer with
his long legs straight and crossed at the ankles. He was glancing at
me, smiling if he happened to catch my eyes and I had to be wary of
him for Todd very much wanted me to be his own. I hadn't told Sam, of
course, but Todd had asked me out several times, sneaking behind his
friend's back.

    I'd gone out with him, of course, but only at my usual rate. Six
hundred dollars may sound like a lot, but it isn't. Not for the things
we did over those six hours and Todd was saving up for another date,
while he tried to convince me that he'd be a better boyfriend than Sam
was. I've always had bad luck with love, meaning far too many men have
fallen in love with me. I know it isn't real, but they want to
convince themselves otherwise and so they do. Todd didn't love me, I
didn't think, and I hoped he wouldn't lose a friend over an
infatuation.

    Boys can be so dumb sometimes.

    "Ummm...The Vikings are losing." Dale gave me a little frown and
since we were in Minneapolis, none of the men were happy about that.

    "Awww..." I sighed theatrically and put my hand on the man's thigh,
stroking him lightly. "...By a lot or a little?"

    "Just a little." Dale smiled at me and then his lips narrowed as
he noticed Jerry putting his arm around my shoulders.

    "You smell good, Amy." Jerry said softly, leaning close and I put
my left hand on his thigh as well, turning my head to give the man a
smile all his own.

    "Strawberries." I said lightly. "Do you like it?"

    "Oh yeah." He nodded, putting his nose in my long black hair and
inhaling deeply. "It's nice."

    "That's a cute little thing." Dale said, not to be outdone. "What
is that?"

    He'd picked up a golden charm that was hanging around my neck,
taking the opportunity to graze his fingers across the soft brown skin
just above my breasts. He was looking down too, taking in the bit of
pink bra I was showing, the tops of my tits as I drew a breath to make
them swell slightly.

    "Oh, it's a tiger, see." I looked down at it. "It's from
Thailand."

    "Yeah, he's chasing his tail." Dale chuckled. "That's cool."

    "I was thinking of getting a tattoo like that." I giggled,
flashing my oriental eyes between the two men. "A little tiger, what
do you think?"

    "That would be cute." Dale agreed.

    "Where would you get it?" Jerry asked.

    "I don't know." I bit my bottom lip. "Where would be a good
place?"

    "On your shoulder, I think." Dale said, moving his hand up,
tugging at my blouse to expose my left shoulder and the thin strap of
my bra.

    "Right there?" I wondered with a smile. "On the back?"

    "Um-hmm..." Dale agreed and he was touching me, turned now and
leaning across me as he sat on my right.

    "Or on your tummy maybe." Jerry thought, bringing his left hand to
my blouse, lifting it slowly while I watched. "A little tiger chasing
his tail around your belly button."

    "Oh." I giggled and we were all looking at my little belly button
now, pierced and fitted with a small golden lotus like it was growing
out of my tummy.

    "That would be nice too, yeah." Dale agreed, massaging my shoulder
and my neck as well, his big gentle hand trying to coax me into
leaning against him.

    "I'll have to think about it now." I said happily, enjoying this
sort of attention quite a lot and I was very used to it. This was
exactly the sort of game I'd grown up playing in the smoky bars and
sex clubs of Singapore.

    "What else are you thinking about?" Jerry wanted to know and I was
still moving my hands, back and forth, almost but not quite reaching
their hard cocks, the bulges in their pants.

    "This." I giggled, moving my hand to his aroused manhood and
giving him a squeeze. "I'm always thinking about that, though."

    "Mmmm...Shit..." Jerry breathed and Dale was wondering where his
squeeze was, so I grabbed his cock too, giggling as I looked into his
wide blue eyes.

    "What are you guys thinking about?" I wondered innocently.

    "I'm wishing you were my girlfriend." Dale sighed softly. "Fuck
you're sexy."

    "What's going on over there?" Sam chuckled. "What are you guys
doing?"

    "Amy's teasing us, dad." Jerry laughed and he shifted slightly as
his cock must have been a bit uncomfortable, hard like it was and
trapped.

    "Be nice, Amy." Sam told me, trying to sound stern and I giggled.

    "Play nice?" I asked, like I hadn't heard him. "Okay, daddy."

    "Heh." My boyfriend just shook his head.

    "Take it out." Dale urged me softly. "Take out my cock, Amy."

    "Mine too." Jerry agreed, glancing past me at Sam, but we'd played
like this before and Sam was okay with it.

    He knew I was his girl and better yet, he knew he didn't own me.
When we'd first started dating I'd had to explain that because like
all Americans he assumed that he suddenly had me all to himself, but
I'd made it clear that I hadn't runaway from one owner just to find
another. A lot of men wouldn't have understood that and so I knew I
was lucky that I'd found one who did. I think Sam even liked it that
his girlfriend was a whore, more than he'd admit aloud anyway.

    "Like this?" I sighed, working with my deft little fingers to get
their zippers down. I'd done this a million times.

    "Ohhh...Uh-huh, just like that." Jerry smiled and I was pulling his
cock free while he lifted his hips to help me.

    "Shit, there you go." Dale grinned and I had his cock out quickly
enough, both of the men.

    "Nice." I decided with a satisfied smile, holding two big hard
cocks in my hands now.

    I jerked them off slowly, the other guys in the room all giving us
looks, but we weren't shy. I just wiggled my eyebrows at them
playfully, licking my lips maybe to get a little laugh and a shake of
the head. Sam's girlfriend was doing it again, they were thinking, she
was horny as usual and being such a delightful tease.

    Not really though, I never teased anyone, not a lot of girls do. I
don't get a man hard and leave him aching, not unless he deserved it.
Jerry and Dale didn't, they were being nice and staying calm, letting
me play with their cocks while they tried to watch the game on
television. Too often a man will want to touch me, grabbing my body,
getting overeager in his lust and I rarely enjoy that. Slow is so much
better, patience being a virtue with its own rewards and after growing
up in bars, it's a real luxury as you can imagine.

    "Why do they call it football if nobody kicks the ball?" I
wondered and that had always confused me, since everyone else in the
world played an entirely different game. Only Americans had to be
different.

    "Hmmm..." Dale grinned at me and his cock was sixteen centimeters
long, I bet, and thick. I could feel his precum running across my
fingers as I massaged him slowly.

    "They do kick it sometimes." Jerry said with a chuckle and his
cock was just a little longer, but not so thick as his friend's. They
went well together, I thought, those two very different men and I was
enjoying this a lot.

    Todd was making eyes at me, rubbing his own bulge while he sat
there and I smiled at him, sucking my lips and I jerked my head
slightly.

    "What?" He asked, as if he was shy.

    "Come here." I giggled.

    "You have your hands full already." He grinned, glancing at Sam
who was smiling at me as well.

    "Just come here." I repeated, putting a little sexy pout into my
voice.

    Todd got up slowly, brushing a lock of brown hair from his brown
eyes and he moved to stand in front of me as I spread my legs wide,
drawing my skirt tight across my caramel thighs.

    "Closer..." I sighed, squeezing the two pricks I held, working the
two boys with growing excitement. "Take it out...I'll suck it for you."

    "Oh, man." Dale chuckled. "That's what I wanted."

    "Sorry dude." Todd smiled down at me, working to free his cock.
"Amy picked me."

    I giggled at that and then opened my mouth as Todd brought his
swollen member to my lips. He was nice and big, twenty-one centimeters
easily, eight inches of hard cock, and I had to open especially wide
as I leaned over, sliding my lips down the shaft until I was full of
him. I wriggled my tongue beneath the head, tickling him while I
stroked the two cocks on either side of me. It was good like that, so
nice, having three hard men to keep me busy until that silly football
game was over.

    "Mmmm...God, Amy. Suck it, baby...Suck my cock." Todd groaned softly
as I moved my mouth slowly along the length of him, getting the man
nice and wet so he could enter my throat later.

    Dale and Jerry were watching me closely, their cocks throbbing
with excitement. I was going slow though, trying to make them last.
They were both so hot and heavy, their cocks like living things
beneath my fingers. I could feel their hearts beating strong and
quick, the velvet skin sliding over the swollen muscle beneath. I
rubbed my thumbs over the heads, feeling them wet and slippery. Their
juices flowing steadily now and it would have been nice to take one
and fuck him, but then I'd need another bath and...

    "Jesus, she's taking the whole fucking thing." Jerry breathed,
staring at me as I opened my well-practiced throat now, pushing my
darkening face down until my nose was pressed firmly into Todd's pubic
hair.

    "Amy loves cock." Dale chuckled, sounding more than a little
envious.

    I worked my throat the way I'd been taught, as if I were actually
trying to swallow the man down completely, and the delicate muscles
there squeezed and rippled, making it feel wonderful, I knew. Todd's
hands were on my head, not holding me so much as just petting me,
stroking my hair while I sucked him. I pulled my mouth off, keeping
the smooth glans on my tongue and my lips tight, not wanting to spill
any of the juices in my mouth. I was full of spit and precum and deep-
throating a man could be quite messy if I wasn't careful.

    One of the men, Dale, was playing with my tits now and I didn't
protest as I swallowed thickly, catching my breath through my nose.
His hand was slow and gentle, moving carefully inside my blouse to
feel my tits through the sheer fabric of my bra. My nipples were hard
now, dark small nipples, but aching and pointed out so that he could
pinch them easily and I loved that. I didn't mind at all that he was
touching me and when I felt Jerry's arm crossing mine, I pushed my
mouth down once again, taking Todd deep as Jerry's hand found my
panties and my own girly cock inside.

    I was hard, but hardly large, not like these men. My clitty was
barely ten centimeters, four inches at best, and dark with my
excitement. I was shaved and uncircumcised and Jerry's hand cupped my
penis lightly, squeezing me to bring a small shiver of pleasure rising
from my tummy. He'd been so nervous once, Jerry, so convinced that
having anything to do with me would mean he was gay. At least he was
over that now and he massaged my excited boy-clit sweetly, making me
feel good while I jerked him off.

    "I'm going to cum...Oh fuck..." Todd sighed, thrusting with hips as if
he could feed me more of his turgid prick, but I had him all the way
inside already.

    I could feel him cumming, his cock swelling and then releasing,
jerking within the confines of my tight throat, but that was all. His
sperm was hot and tasteless, being loosed halfway to my tummy and it
wasn't until I drew back so that his cockhead was filling my mouth
that I could finally taste his salty spend. I swallowed quickly the
last few spurts of his orgasm and then washed him, sucking and
swallowing, getting all of his semen into my body. I washed the man's
cock thoroughly and finally let him go with a soft wet plop from my
bruised lips.

    "Who's next?" I wondered with a giggle, looking between Dale and
Jerry while Todd caught his breath and put his softening cock away.

    "Me." Dale said quickly with a smile.

    "You." Jerry chuckled and this was going to be nice.

    I turned on my hips, leaning over Dale to take his cock into my
mouth, while Jerry slid off the sofa and down to the floor. He was a
good little cocksucker now that he'd gotten over his fear and I'd
suspected this was what he really wanted. I sighed around Dale's long
prick as I felt Jerry pulling my panty aside and then his breath upon
my hard little boy-clit. He took all of me, quickly and easily. I was
little more than a good mouthful for the big man and his tongue washed
under and around me, tickling my clitty while his hand found my balls
and he rolled them tenderly.

    I have smallish testes in a dark, hairless but very low hanging
scrotum and so many men love my balls. They hang down some sixteen
centimeters, easily that far, if not more. It was another gift from my
owner, who often liked to stretch his ladyboys in that way, with
weights and curious bindings that weren't uncomfortable by any means.
After some five or six years of such training, my balls had become
well and truly stretched, and it was something of a beauty mark, if
you will. A pretty pleasure unique to my old Master's collection of
beautiful girly boys and one that his regular customers had come to
expect and appreciate. I'd been a little shy upon my arrival in
America, but men are the same everywhere, I soon learned, and I've
often been complimented on my beautiful balls.

    Jerry appreciated them and after mouthing my cock for several
minutes he turned his attentions lower, gathering my balls into his
warm wet mouth. He loved my soft skin, smelling of strawberries and so
supple, so wonderfully smooth as it filled his mouth like living
cloth. My penis rubbed across his face, his rough unshaved cheeks like
sandpaper beneath my sensitive skin. I made muffled sounds of
pleasure, sucking Dale harder, taking all of him so that his groans
drew the attentions of the other men away from that silly football
game. He was going to cum soon and I was yearning to taste his hot
semen.

    "Amy, fuck..." Dale sighed, his body tensing and then seeming to
collapse while his cock spasmed inside my mouth.

    I swallowed his cum quickly, enjoying the flavor of the man as his
orgasm was added to the sperm already in my tummy. I kept the man in
my mouth for several minutes, making it special for him. I washed his
cock thoroughly with my tongue, appreciating his gentle hands as he
stroked my hair and touched my cheeks. A man should always demonstrate
his affections after a good blowjob, I think, and Dale was a real
one.

    "Now...Make me feel good too..." I smiled at Jerry, who was already
doing his best for me.

    I reached for his head, moving his mouth back to my hard clitty,
my smallish cock already leaking the juices of my arousal. I coaxed
him to suck me sweetly and Jerry didn't disappoint me. He loved my sex
and had become one of my favorite cocksuckers, although I couldn't
tell him that, of course. He wouldn't have understood that it didn't
mean he was gay, but only that he knew how to love a woman like me. A
girl who was just a little different.

    Jerry pushed a finger into my ass, making me gasp happily and I
giggled down at him, playing with my tits while the man engulfed all
of my boy-clit in his hot mouth. He was so good at that, working my
hardness around in a soft bath of spit and precum which he dutifully
swallowed every so often. I was going to cum myself, and quickly too,
as I'd been feeling my pleasure building for some time by then. I
wanted to hold off and savor the deep penetration of his finger, the
way his tongue worked itself over and around my hard little cock
incessantly, but it was impossible and soon I was holding his head and
thrusting with my hips, much to the amusement of his friends.

    "Ohhh...Yes...Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" I was practically whimpering with the
need to cum, lifting my little brown ass off the sofa as I fucked the
man's mouth and then finally exploded with a rush of boy cream into
his hungry mouth.

    My orgasm didn't last long, they rarely do, but I gave Jerry a
real mouthful of my sweet sperm to swallow and he was getting better
at it. He only spilled a little, just a small trickle of whitish semen
running from the corner of his mouth and I watched it with a giggle
while he continued to suck my penis until he let me slip out slowly
from between his tight lips.

    "Thank you..." I breathed, pulling him up to me so I could gather
the bit of my climax that he'd missed with my tongue and feed it to
the man when we kissed deeply a moment later.

    "Mmmm...You're welcome, Amy." Jerry grinned, kneeling between my
spread legs and then I felt his still swollen cock pressing against my
asshole as he leaned forward, pressing his body against mine for
another kiss, pulling me to the edge of the sofa.

    "Oh, you bad boy!" I giggled. "I just took a bath!"

    "Sorry, baby." He pushed his tongue into my mouth and made me
groan with pleasure as his arms encircled me, holding my small body
tightly as he pushed.

    I felt his cock entering me slowly at first, and then the man got
a good grip and gave me a quick thrust, driving half his prick into my
tight boy-pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, giggling and glancing
over to see Sam just shaking his head. Everyone was watching us fuck
now and I didn't mind that at all. I'd had my cum and Jerry needed his
and I wasn't the sort of girl to tell a man no after being treated so
nicely. Besides, it would be nice going out afterwards and feeling the
man's sperm inside me, greasy and warm, leaking slowly out of my well
fucked ass while I danced close with my boyfriend.

    That was definitely nothing to complain about. I liked this
country a lot!



End
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