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A Maze & Grace
My brother couldn't come home for Christmas. He
lives almost a thousand miles away and had to
work. Besides, he is the black sheep of the
family. It all started when he got busted by the
vice cops. You see, James is bisexual and a
transvestite.
James and I exchange daily e-mails and talk on the
phone at least once a week. Like my big sister, he
surely is. We talked on Christmas day and he
begged me to visit him for New Year's Eve. He
promised me a party beyond anything I could
possibly imagine in my wildest sexual fantasies.
"Grace," James explained enthusiastically, "the
New Year's Eve party will be a replay of what we
did at my club for Halloween, except bigger and
better. Costumes will be the order of the night of
course. That way, you don't know for sure who you
are fucking and sucking."
James and I became very close as teenagers when
our mother passed away. I never actually had
sexual intercourse with him, but I'd give him a
hand job whenever he asked or maybe a blow job if
he begged. When James bought me my first vibrator
I even let him cum in my mouth. This relationship
lasted until James departed for college as my
sophomore year of high school began.
My brother suggested I bring a costume for the
party so I packed my belly-dancing outfit for the
trip. I dance mostly North American cabaret style
to whatever music gets me in the mood, although
Eat Static is probably my favorite, the "Science
of the Gods" album. I can do all the steps from
Andulusian Figure 8 to Camel Undulations to the
Peacock Stomp and more.
I made my own costume, including the
Turkish-Macedonian vest and Cleopatra headpiece.
For the latter I used a doily about the size of a
dinner plate and ran crocheted strands around it
which hung down almost to my eyebrows in front and
shoulder length elsewhere. I glued beads to the
strands. Most important are the bobby pins that
hold the damn thing on your head. Forget them
while you are doing the Shimmy or Serpentine Roll
and it's goodbye Cleopatra headpiece.
All that work and I didn't win the contest! Four
guys came as the Village People. The usual
vampires, ghosts and hookers strutted their stuff.
One dude wore a diaper and his girlfriend came as
a Tampon. She won the costume contest. My brother
James dolled all up as Little Bo Peep, although he
kept introducing himself as Little Blow Peep. He
dressed in his favorite Peep outfit; short pink
skirt, white blouse, plenty of ribbons and mesh
stockings. The pink hat over his long black wig
and those pink booties rocked! Now, James told me
underneath he wore his favorite lace pink panties
and bra, but I declined when he asked if I wanted
to see. I knew that would come later.
Harold's Hotel is just that, a hotel, with all
first-floor rooms. There are two separate
buildings actually. One has what they call the
dungeon, complete with a rack, a swing and an
examination table complete with stirrups. The
other building has a bar, a pool room, a sauna, a
movie room with 24 hours of non-stop porno movies,
separate booths like in an adult bookstore for
guys who like the suspense, and what soon became
my favorite, the Maze.
The Maze is just what it sounds like. You walk
down a hall and run into a wall and have to find
your way out. It is quite dark except for one
small corner that has a huge waterbed in it.
"James," I suggested, "let's split up. I don't
particularly want to watch you suck some guy's
cock."
"Well, why the fuck not, Grace? I'd like to watch
you suck some guy's cock. The only one I've ever
watch you suck is mine."
"Oh, quit your damn giggling, James. I'll meet you
back here at the entrance in an hour."
Nothing much happened to me in that hour. I mostly
just watched, and masturbated. James grinned from
ear to ear as he approached me at the entrance,
twenty minutes late.
"Well, what the hell happened, James?"
"I found a dark corner and decided I wanted to be
a total girl so I took my panties off. Just stood
there facing the wall for about five minutes until
I felt a hand on my butt. The hand rubbed me and
then I bent over. Slowly I got one and two fingers
in me and I began to slide on the fingers, not
knowing who they belonged to." James paused, out
of breath from talking so fast.
"And?" I demanded.
"After a few minutes I felt the tip of a condom
and then felt a cock slip inside me. We fucked for
a few minutes and then another guy appeared in
front of me. I grabbed him and started sucking. He
came quickly and another guy took his place.
Meanwhile the first guy is still pounding up my
ass like a jackhammer. He didn't cum until I had
just begun my fourth blow job."
"How can you suck that many cocks? Don't you like
get all filled up, like with you know?"
"No way, Grace, I'm just getting warmed up. Hey,
those porno chicks can suck a hundred or more in
one night."
"Yeah, but they probably don't swallow every
time."
We decided to go back to our room and freshen up.
Not that I needed to but James looked like he had
just been gang-banged.
James showered and changed into his blue baby-doll
nightgown he reserved for special occasions. We
polished off a fifth of Jack Daniels as he put on
his make-up. I remained in my belly-dancing outfit
because I hoped to do some undulating if I found
just the right person.
Back to the Maze we went and made our way to the
bed that featured two girls in a hot
pussy-to-pussy lip lock. Four guys watched as they
jerked off. I moved closer to the two girls to
watch as James crawled to the head of the bed and
the holes that the guys put their dicks through. I
soon saw a dick poking out at my brother. As soon
as he began sucking it a girl dressed as Elvira
lifted up his nightgown, pulled down his panties
and began licking his hole. She seemed to be
really into it. Soon a large black man pushed the
girl away. He had on a basketball uniform; the
Lakers, number 69. I could see his huge erection
protruding through his shorts. Lowering them, he
revealed the biggest cock I ever saw. Must have
been over a foot long, and very thick. It reminded
me of a black baseball bat. When he entered my
brother, James cried out in shock and pain but
also in pleasure. No longer able to bear to watch,
I ran out of the Maze as quickly as I could.
I found my way to the bar, needing a drink very
badly.
"Hit me with a shot of Jack Daniels, make that a
double, and a Bud Light chaser," I practically
screamed at the bartender.
The nametag on his shirt said Dave. When he set
the drinks in front of me, Dave smiled with, "Here
you go, gorgeous. You look a little upset.
Anything wrong?"
"Oh, I don't know. I've never been to a place like
this. Too wild and crazy for me perhaps. And my
brother is in the Maze! Sucking one guy's cock and
getting it up the ass by some huge black dude. I
just couldn't stand to watch."
"You must mean Reginald, the black stallion," Dave
commented with a nod. "He's here all the time. I
love your belly-dancing costume. I'm surprised you
didn't win the contest."
"Me, too. Some chick all dolled up as a Tampon
won. As if! Hey, would you like to watch me dance?
And why isn't anyone else here in the bar?
"Too busy doing other things, I guess," Dave
laughed. "I'd rather watch you play with yourself
than dance."
"Say what?"
"You know, masturbate, get yourself off. Aren't
you horny?
"Well, yes, sort of. I mean, those two girls
muffing each other made me want to jump right in.
But I don't do anybody unless I have been properly
introduced."
"You are too funny! What's your name?"
"Grace. What's yours? I'm kidding, Dave, I can
read.
"Well, Grace, this bartending job doesn't do much
for the wallet, if you get my drift. I dabble in
erotic merchandise on the side. This is the
perfect place to do it."
"Erotic merchandise? Exactly what are you talking
about, Dave?"
"Here, let me show you, Grace." Dave reached under
the bar and pulled out a large bag.
"This is Charlie the Chimp," Dave explained. "Talk
about purple passion. The chimp vibrates for
clitoral exhilaration. The 3 AA batteries are
installed and it's all ready to light your fire.
Just push this button for vibration and rotation."
"How nice," I muttered.
"Now," Dave continued, "here is your new
boyfriend, the John Holmes doll. Ever hear of
him?"
"Yes, I think so. James mentioned him. Is he a
rock star or something?"
"No, no, the late king of porn stars. Notice his
sucking mouth, deep tight butt and extra large
legendary cock."
"Really," I whispered, almost choking with
silliness. "My brother might like the deep tight
butt. And hey hey hey, that's one big dick, but
Reginald's looked bigger, and definitely blacker."
I began toying with Charlie the Chimp. Hmmm, and
did it ever look like it could do the job. I
slipped my harem pants off with nothing but me
underneath, turned the damn thing on and went to
work. Soon I began to play with John Holmes' cock.
No, it didn't feel like the real thing but it
amused me.
Dave came out from behind the bar with his own
dick hanging out. The more he watched me get
excited, the harder he got, and then he stuck it
up John Holmes' fake ass.
Ten minutes later I got a real buzz, one of my
best orgasms ever and my moaning and whimpering
turned Dave on even more. He really started giving
it to that doll's butt. I reached over and eased
Dave out of the doll's ass, but before I could get
him even close to my mouth, he shot cum all over
the place. Some of it landed on the bar and in my
drink.
"Good for you?" Dave inquired with a smile.
"I don't think so," I joked, "but I'll take this
Charlie the Chimp. Put it on my bill."
I began worrying about James. "Dave, I better go
see what's up my brother. Or what's up his ass," I
added with a small chuckle.
"Yes, maybe you should. Reginald, the one with the
black monster dick, has prompted us to dial 911
for more than a few customers."
I didn't know if Dave was joking or not, but I ran
out of the bar and back into the Maze. Now James,
on all fours, barked as a large Doberman humped
him. Reginald held the dog on a leash and chanted,
"Go Blackie, Go!"
Pushing Reginald and freeing James from the dog, I
pulled James up, re-adjusted his babydoll
nightgown and panties and dragged him out of the
Maze. All the way out he sang verses from "Amazing
Grace." You know, "Thro' many dangers, toils and
snares, I have already come; 'Tis Grace has
brought me safe thus far, and Grace will lead me
home."
"Shut the fuck up, James! How many cocks did you
suck anyway?"
"Like I remember."
When we got back to the room and flopped on the
bed, James complained, "You know, even with all
that fucking and sucking I never came once." As he
lay on his back, he lifted up the front of the
baby-doll nightgown, pulled down his panties and
began stroking his cock.
"Grace, remember when I taught you how to suck
cock? I hope you have improved your technique
since then. Why don't you show me?"
"Well, I just don't know, James. How bad do you
want me to suck your cock? I mean, I'm really
tired and want to crash."
"Please, Grace? Please, pretty please? I'll let
you go through my lingerie drawer when we get back
and take whatever you like. Grace, look how hard I
am! I'm dying here. Please, pretty please?"
"OK, but make it quick. I'll tell you what. I'll
lay on my back and you fuck my mouth; less work
for me that way. I'm not in the mood to spend a
half hour on my knees."
"Yes!" James squealed in appreciation.
Propping my head up with pillows under my head and
beside me, I motioned for James. "Now keep your
weight on your knees and don't squish my tits," I
ordered.
When James did as I requested, I instructed, "OK
bro, now fuck my mouth, hard and fast." I opened
wide. James did what I said. Not being all that
big, about average I guess, James could push his
cock all the way down my throat. I pulled him out
momentarily and teased, "Thank the Lord you ain't
that Reginald dude."
After about five minutes of playing tonsil hockey
with me, James began to sing the verses of
"Amazing Grace" again. Well, not really sing,
shout words from it.
Finally, James, moaning and screaming deliriously,
pushed his cock as far down my throat as he could
and shot his load. It tasted somewhat different
than what I remembered, when I gave him blow jobs
in our youth. I pulled him out and let the cum
spurt all over my face. Holy shit! I never saw so
much cum, horny I guess.
I put him back in my mouth and kept him there as
his erection wound down. I heard him ask as I
drifted off, "Grace, what are you doing for
Easter?" I fell asleep with his cock still poking
my cheek, from the inside.
When I woke in the morning I still felt a cock in
my mouth. Only this time, it felt more than twice
as big. I opened my eyes.
"Reginald!" I cried in surprise.
Reginald kept jabbing at my tonsils but he could
only get it half-way down my throat. For some
reason my pussy felt moist, and getting wetter by
the moment. I reached down and began teasing my
clit. The black stallion kept sticking it in my
mouth and pulling it out, rubbing it on my lips
and giving me a real good look at his huge
one-eyed monster. He could see the intense look of
desire in my eyes.
"Hey, Sis," James interjected, "I promised him,
what could I do? Reggie here gave me the best
ass-fucking I ever had, although I don't think
I'll be sitting down much in the near future.
I screamed, "Fuck me, Reginald!" He entered me
quickly, and I felt like I just met the Roto
Rooter man, up close and personal. Yes, Grace
would be returning for Easter for more of the Maze
and whatever else.
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