Chapter 2

To the bedroom young lady, to be.” Sylvia told me smiling.

Patted dry and both of us still naked, Sylvia sat me on the stool and styled my now conditioned hair, rollers, curling tongs and dryer. She turned my back to the mirror and used several lotions creams, powders, she reshaped my eyebrows with a pencil rather than removal. Lining my lips and filling the space with bright red lipstick.

“We can try a bra later when that cast comes off, but for now just a blouse, for your top half. Now stand up.” Sylvia requested.

Returning to the drawer that had contained the panties I had worn last night. She selected a similar pair with matching suspender belt and a pair of stockings.

“You’re going to love wearing these.” Sylvia gushed.

Clipping the suspender belt around me then sliding the panties up my hairless legs, tucking the suspender straps inside the panties. She told me to sit again while she rolled the stockings up my legs. With me once again standing, she attached the clips to stocking tops. I was told to stay still. She returned with a wrap around skirt telling me she could get better sizes for me later.

I sat and watched Sylvia dry herself, I felt I was being naughty, but she fascinated me. She dried her legs and arms also making sure she was dry between her legs.

“I’d let you help drying me but you would only get us both aroused.” Sylvia told me smiling.

“I already am.” I answered as I opened the join in my skirt exposing my growing bulge in my panties.

“Naughty, but nice and the compliment very much appreciated.” She replied carrying on drying herself. She lifted one of her boobs and dried under it. She did the same to the other. That’s when I noticed a small scar.

“Oh Sylvia you have a scar under your breast!” I exclaimed.

“Yes darling, I have one under the other as well, it’s not a problem. I’ve had implants. It saves wearing falsies or rolled up socks etc. I still have a couple of pairs you can try when we can get you into a bra, you’re going to love it. Well I hope you will.” She informed me.

“Can I have implants, Like yours?” I enquired.

“Let’s concentrate on becoming more feminine first then we can see how our futures pan out.” Sylvia wisely told me.

She picked up a bottle of orangey pink liquid and squirted on her fingers and smoothed it over the scars.

Selecting her underwear she attached a high waist white suspender belt with 6 straps followed by a pair of very sheer tan seamed stockings, she expertly attached the clasps on each leg. Her matching white panties were next as she eased them up her legs. They held her lovely cock against her tummy. Bra was her next item.

“Perhaps you could hook it for me darling, then you’ll see how to when we get yours.” Sylvia suggested.

I leapt to my feet to assist her. She settled the cups over her breasts and held the back strap for me to fasten. I slipped my hands around her and cupped her lace covered breasts rubbing my thumbs over her nipples.

“Oh that’s  absolutely wonderful my darling gurl.” Sylvia gasped as she leant her head back against me.

She could obviously feel my hardness pressed against her bum cheeks.

“Better stop that, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.” Sylvia whispered over her shoulder.

I ground my hardness even more. I wanted, no needed Sylvia right now.

“Right young lady you asked for it, now you’re going to get it.” Sylvia grinned as she spoke. With a remarkable turn of speed and strength my skirt was over my back my panties round my knees and I was bent over the edge of our bed. Sylvia once again opened and closed the drawer, I heard the tearing of a packet and cold as she squeezed some gel around and into my boipussy. I felt her pressure against my tight rose bud. Sylvia pushed slowly and determined, as she broke through my sphincter, I cried out.

“Relax darling, breathe slow and easy.” Sylvia whispered lovingly in my ear.

She kept perfectly still while I became accustomed to her hardness inside me. I sighed heavily and began to push back against her, she responded by pushing forward. It took several minutes before I could feel her tummy against my bum and our egg sacs kissing. Sylvia eased back slowly before pushing in again. The initial pain was replaced by pleasure, extreme pleasure. Sylvia was taking to highs I have never had before. She reached round me and took a firm gentle hold of my erection, stroking me. I was in heaven, not for long as I felt my orgasm rise. It started in the small of my back, spreading through my hips.

“I’m cumming Sylvia aaaaaaaaah. I called out as my cream began to jet onto the bed.

“Me too.” Sylvia gasped.

I felt her swell and throb inside me as my own cum slowed to a dribble. Reaching down with my good arm, my head taking my balance on the pillow. I found some of the dampness of my cum. I managed to scoop some up and bring it to my lips and tongue. I loved the taste of my own emission, having tried it on several occasions prior to moving in with Sylvia. Sylvia slipped out of me,  the drawer opened and closed again. I felt something cold being smoothed all around my recently opened hole.

“Just some gel to help with the stinging sensation.” Sylvia spoke lovingly.

She walked into the bathroom her cute bottom framed with her stockings and suspenders, I noticed the top of her seamed stockings were no longer perfectly straight. But she still looked incredibly sexy. I herd her flush and wash her hands when she returned she had replaced her panties.

“Now young lady, we have chores to do.” She informed me. She pulled up my panties tucking me in place, and replaced my skirt.

“We had better strip the bed and launder these sheets, then on with jobs you can do with one hand, I also think you should choose a feminine name, your own is too manly. Think about it while we get things in order.” Sylvia uttered.

“Carole, I’ve always liked the name Carole, she was my first love and we had our first kiss.” I replied quickly.

“When was that?” She asked smiling.

“Oh when we were in secondary school.” I answered.

“Then Carole it is. With or without an E?” Sylvia asked

“With please.” I said.

I can tell you it’s not all about sex when you live with someone you love, and I really did love Sylvia. There’s jobs, chores, task, maintenance, that has to be done. Over the next few weeks we hardly heard from my Dad.

Today was my release day. The cast was coming off at long last. It also had another milestone I could now reach. Sylvia and I left the ED cast in a rubbish bin somewhere.

“Right, Carole darling let’s get you measured for your first bra.” Sylvia instructed.

“But I’m not really dressed for shopping.” I answered nervously.

“What are you wearing under your slacks darling?” Sylvia asked.

“Stockings, suspender belt and panties.” I answered.

“Same as me Carole, the only difference is I’m in a dress and I’m wearing a bra,  we need to correct that by buying you a dress and a bra.” Sylvia logically explained.

In the department store Sylvia explained what we needed, soon I was sporting a white bra under a pretty dress, my slacks had been put in the bag. Sylvia applied a little makeup and we walked out of the store with me as a female in my mind.

When we got home I took Sylvia in my arms and kissed her. After we parted our kiss Sylvia told me.

“Let’s take that beautiful new dress off and put on a hanger, we don’t want to crease it.” I turned so she could unzip it. Stepping out of it she told me she would go and hang it up. She left me standing in my 2 inch heels, tan stockings attached to a white lace trimmed 4 strap suspender belt with matching panties and my new white bra, the cups padded out with tissues. When she returned I almost swooned. Her 4 inch heels black sheer stockings attached to 6 straps of her basque, the balcony cups presenting her full breasts for me.

“Well my effort wasn’t wasted, by the looks of your panties you are about to tear a big hole in them.” Sylvia grinned with a wicked smile, knowing full well what effect it would have on me.

“Nothing is wasted about you my sweet, perhaps except for your nipped in waist. Yes if I don’t get these panties down soon they will either tear or filter my cum.” I replied.

Sylvia was in front of me easing my panties over my engorged cock, while thrusting her tongue as far into my mouth as possible.

That’s when our love session came to an abrupt halt. The phone rang, it was my fathers number on the display. Sylvia answered it and had a conversation. For me it was one way of her agreeing or disagreeing, depending on what was said.

She hung up and told me to go to our bedroom. What is going on? I was puzzled.

“Your Dad just rang as you saw from the display. He informed me you could either stay here with me or you could return to him, but his job is relocating and you would have to move with him.” Sylvia informed me.

“I want to stay with you, we have so much love for each other.” I answered

“I’m so happy you have made that decision, I ring your Dad tomorrow, so it looks like you have thought long and hard about it.” Sylvia grinned.

“I have thought about long and hard, ever since I saw you in your basque, trouble is it’s not so long and hard now.” I smiled as I looked down to my cock making just a small bulge in my panties.

“Come here and I can cure that.” She ordered me.

I walked over to her as she reclined on our bed. She looked like a super model to me, as I scanned her lingerie clad body.

“Looks like a unladylike bulge growing inside your little panties. It looks like it might be painful. Let me kiss it better for you.” As she spoke she was once again easing my cock from the confines of my panties.

“Sylvia my love could I ask one favour?” I said sheepishly.

“You can ask me anything.” She responded.

“The first time we made love you placed me over the edge of the bed.” I started.

“You want me in that position, lovely. I’m going enjoy every inch of you.” Sylvia gushed. Just before she took me into her mouth to get me fully hard again, she told not to cum in her mouth. Then she swallowed my length, humming as she aroused me. When I was fully aroused she slipped her panties off and bent over the edge of the bed moving her knees apart. I stood between her parted legs and aimed the head of my cock against her puckered hole I pushed forward. Sylvia responded by pushing back and I was fully inside my lovely Sylvia. My tummy against her bum cheeks our egg safe kissing every time we moved apart and back together.

“Oh Carole you are really a wonderful lover please make me cum and fill my bowels with your baby making juices.” Sylvia panted as we made love.

I continued for as long as I could, taking small pauses as I almost pulled out completely, until I plunged back in. Eventually with the soft friction of Sylvia’s love tube and the pulsing of her internal muscles I called out to her.

“Oh my darling, I’m cummmmmmmming!! Mmmm, aaaah, yes, yes yes.” I cried as I pumped my cum into her.

“Ooh I can feel your hot cream spurting into me.” Sylvia called back.

“Oh that was fantastic my love.” I gasped, as I slowly deflated.

“I hope you are not going to stop there.” Sylvia was panting heavily as she rolled onto her back on the edge of the bed.

I could see her needs and my wants, I quickly knelt to take her cock that was almost flowing with her pre-cum into my mouth. She grasped my head and held me as I sent my tongue in a hunt for as much of her juices that I could find. She was thrusting herself in and out of my mouth until she pushed in as far as she could without nearly choking me. The she let out a huge sigh, accompanied by my mouth and throat filled with her delicious creamy cum.

We lay post coital cuddled, until Sylvia spoke.

“That was almost as good as a spitroast.”

“What’s a spitroast other than a chicken on a barbecue?” I asked.

“It’s when you have two others one has their cock in your boipussy the other in your mouth, it’s great if they are able to time their cum together so you are filled from both ends at the same time.” Sylvia explained.

“Have you ever?” I started.

“Oh yes we used to have parties often before uncle passed.” She replied

“I guess we would need to find a third person to join us, for that to happen.” I uttered.

“Oh I know several, in fact I know of four that would love to spitroast us both at same time. I wonder if they would be interested in an evening of fun and sex. I have a couple of wonderful outfits for us to wear, if I can arrange it. But only if you think you would be ready for others to see my beautiful sexy gurl friend ready to face the world.” She told me.

I nodded yes before kissing her, tasting her lipstick and slipping my tongue between them.

Saturday mid afternoon, Sylvia told me to shower and douche. In the shower I inserted the magic wand and cleaned my insides. Then showered,  shaved making sure there were no stray hairs I could see. I conditioned my hair, wrapped my damp hair into a turban towel and another around me where my boobs should be. In the bedroom Sylvia styled my now chin length hair making it into a short curly Bob. Her surprise came in the form of a basque I had not seen before. She wrapped it around my back and hooked down the front. She slipped my silicone teardrop shaped breasts into the cups. Moving behind me she took hold of the laces and pulled. I exhaled as she pulled until she was satisfied I had the waist size she required. Helping me into sheer seamed stockings she fastened them to the eight suspenders. She got me to lift each leg in turn as she eased a diaphanous panties, when settled into place I discovered they were crotchless my cock and sac hung down, she wrapped a peignoir around me.

“Now you are ready for our little party later.” Sylvia informed me,

While Sylvia was getting ready she asked me to get the nibbles ready. I’m not sure where she bought them but there was shortbread nipples, chocolate cocks, vol-u-vents that looked like pussy’s and a large bum was the centre piece. The door chime sounded.

“Can you answer that sweetheart, I’m still getting dressed.” Sylvia called down.

Oh my, could I answer the door, wearing next to nothing. I thought. I stood behind the door and carefully open it peering round the edge.

“You must be the gorgeous Carole! Sylvia told us about you. Can we come in? A pretty girl asked.

I opened the door to let 3 more people in.

“Wait till I see that Sylvia, she lied to us! You are way more than ordinary gorgeous.” The pretty one spoke.

When I say she was pretty in fact they all were pretty. Then they removed their mid thigh length coats. I gasped at their outfits. It looked like a Amy Spring or Veronica confident underwear advertisement .

Two of the gurls were wearing breast plates, one had breasts inserts like mine and the spokesperson gurl had breasts like Sylvia’s. Their lingerie consisted of very little material all wore stockings and suspender belts bulging panties and straining bra’s, their heels I would guess ranged from 3 to 5 inches high.

“Oh good you have let the gurls in. Gurls this Carole, my partner, it was she who suggested tonight’s party, Carole expressed a desire to be spit roasted.” Sylvia told them this is Sarah, Leona, Leo for short, although she certainly isn’t short. They giggled at that. Belinda and Steph.” She added.

I was just stood open mouthed staring at Sylvia, I’m not sure why it took so long for her to get ready. Her bra was not much more than a parcel label cut in half to cover her nipples held together by ribbon her panties were just as tiny, where had she hidden her cock. The suspenders holding up her black lace top stockings was again just elasticated ribbon. But we were having a sex party so I guess clothing would soon be discarded.

“Would you like some refreshments first?” Sylvia asked.

Looking at the other three Sarah the first gurl answered

“No thanks, we’re wasting good fun time, I for one want to get at your wonderful boipussy, it’s been a while, and so good to have you back.”

Sylvia turned on the stairs, that’s when I saw her cock. She had tucked and taped it back leaving the shiny glistening head on show. What a minx.

The gurls slipped off their heels and guided me up to the bedroom. Sylvia instructed me to kneel on the bed side to side so she could kneel beside me.

“Ok gurls do your best, there are four holes that need filling with cum, condoms and lube are on the cabinets if you need them.” Sylvia told them. Between the four of them they moved into positions and soon my boipussy and mouth were filled with hard cock. I can’t remember who was first in my holes but I do know they all took turns, that evening flew by, eventually I felt hot cum fill my bowels followed by another load spurting down my throat. The cock that was in my pussy slipped out.

“Move round Lin. I have another load in here for Carole’s throat. The cock in my mouth was removed and replaced quickly, I could taste the slight difference in her cum that was still seeping. She started see sawing into my mouth holding my head. About two minutes passed until I heard “Here it comes” once again my mouth and throat were awash with sticky creamy cum. I gulped and swallowed as fast as I could doing my utmost not to spill.

Oh my I have been spit roasted and it was wonderful. I needed to find out who was able to cum twice in such a short time and how she managed it. It turned out it was a little blue pill that kept her hard, but two orgasms, just lucky for both.

The next morning Sylvia laced me into the basque again.

“Are we having another love fest tonight? I asked.

“No my darling, I loved your almost hour glass figure, with more wearing this basque we might be able to achieve it.” Sylvia replied.

I gasped loudly as she pulled the laces tighter than yesterday. It seemed excess flesh was pushed up into my bra cups and down into my hips. Sylvia helped with my stockings but had removed some of the detachable suspender straps and only left 4. With my stockings taughtly attached she helped with a pair of panties, not open crotch as yesterday. Fitting my breast form which now over flowed the basque cups. A sheer white blouse was added and in the mirror I could clearly see my basque with the voluptuous bust. A black flared upper thigh length mini skirt which only just covered my stocking tops. I dare not bend over or everything would be on show.

“Now that outfit is going to keep me aroused all day.” Sylvia told me.

She dressed herself first it was a black lacy thong. Covered by tiny denim shorts and a blouse she knotted at her waist. Her nipples proud and lots of cleavage.

“Now that outfit is going to keep ME aroused all day.” I giggled in reply.

“Come on sexy let’s have breakfast.” Sylvia said.

Sylvia decided she have fruit, they way she ate her banana nearly had me filling my panties with my cum.

Later during the early afternoon she was getting crockery from the kitchen cupboard and instead of crouching she bent double. I noticed there was a zip from the crotch to the waistband. Knowing what she was wearing under her shorts, I crept up behind her, released the zip.

“Mmmm, what’s going on behind meeeeeeeeee.” Sylvia gasped as my cock now released from my panties nudged past the string of her thong and into her love tunnel.

“I’m going to pump you full of baby juice, I’m so turned on with your Daisy Duke look.” I told her.

“Then you had better hurry up because I’m going to lay you across the table, and fill you in the missionary position, so I can see you face as I impregnate you.” She replied.

I was so turned on that I exploded my cum into her almost as soon as our egg sacs kissed. True to her word she lay me back across the table pulled my panties off and threw them somewhere. Her hard cock punctured my sphincter and we were locked together. Sylvia’s hips moved back and forth as they made love on the table. I reached up and fiddled with the knot of her blouse. Her breasts now exposed were swollen and her nipples erect. I tweaked and thumbed her glorious nipples stimulating her to her orgasm. Sylvia had a further trick available. She climbed onto the table still imbedded into me. Now I was in a position to be able to suckle on her fabulous breasts. As I soon as I latched on to one nipple and continued thumbing and tweaking the other, Sylvia began to thrust harder and faster. From experience I knew her orgasm was imminent.

“Oh my darling, I’m cummingggggggggg.” Sylvia cried out as she gave one final thrust before staying still while her cock throbbed and pulsed, jetting her cream into me. She slowly deflated and slipped out. My sphincter muscle closed, keeping her juices inside me.

I found my panties and Sylvia helped me get them back on, I was still tightly laced in my basque.

“Thank you darling, that was fantastic.” I told Sylvia.

“You were fantastic sweetheart.” She replied.

Living with Sylvia was fantastic. One morning Sylvia spoke to me.

“You never  asked about your Dad.”

My reply was he moved away from me and out of my life. I was a better person for living with you.

“Well he rung last week to tell me he was getting married and applying for residency in South Africa. Unless I wanted to cut all ties here and move to S A  he wished me good luck for the future. He also told me that you were actually his stepson.” Sylvia explained.

“Well actually that makes me his stepdaughter. No I definitely do not want to move. What I want is to be your life time partner.” I told her, hoping she wouldn’t reject me.

“Oh my sweet love, that’s wonderful, it would give me the greatest gift I’ve ever had. I’d love us to be life time partners.” Sylvia replied as she moved towards me, we hugged kissed passionately, our tears of joy ruining our makeup.

“I’ll email your Dad and tell him later.” Sylvia offered.

“I’ll ring him now and tell him. They are only 2 hours in front of us” I replied.

I picked up the phone and dialled the number written on the pad.

“Hello, Sylvia.” I heard.

“No, it’s me. I just wanted to let you know, I definitely will not be joining you in South Africa. I’m staying here with Sylvia. I like it here.” I told him straight.

“Well don’t bank on any inheritance from me when I sell the old house.” He snapped back .

“I don’t expect anything from you. And you might have trouble selling it, as actually Mum and my biological father bequeathed it to me and it is held in trust until I either marry or reach 30 years old. Which I might add is next month. Good bye.” I hung up.

“I didn’t know you owned your house darling!” Sylvia exclaimed.

“I don’t until next month.” I replied.

“Then what?” Sylvia asked.

“Then I think you and I can make some home improvements, if you want after I have sold my house and banked my money. That’s if you still want me?” I told her.

“There’s no question about wanting you, if I hadn’t just emptied my love juice into you, I’d show you how much I wanted you.

We lay in bed edging each other, stroking, sucking, kissing and probing. Just loving each other’s company. Sylvia’s Daisy Dukes were on the floor as was my panties. Her tie front blouse was open giving me access to suckle her breasts.

The next month seemed to drag by, we were internet working from home it meant I was able to dress every day. Sylvia laced me into my basque every morning and released me every night. Some mornings I was woken by Sylvia sucking my already hard cock. When she had swallowed my cream she always licked her lips saying

“Just getting my vitamin C.” C=cum.

I often returned the favour either after or sometimes before.