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Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2001 21:34:02 -0000
From: marcia st.denis <marciatv@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blackboy Gang Bang for Gina and Marcia - TG
BLACKBOY GANG BANG FOR GINA AND MARCIA
by Gina-Rose and MArcia St, Denis
Marcia St. Denis - marciatv@hotmail.com
Gina Rose - gina-rose@excite.com
Copyright by Gina-Rose and Marcia St.Denis, 2001.
What I like best about my roommate Marcia St.Denis is her taste in
clothes.
And I am doubly lucky since we are the same size and she doesn't care
in the
slightest if I wear her clothes. She has lots of very "girly" things
whereas
my taste runs to the more exotic. Perhaps that is reflective of our
backgrounds as I am a light skinned Indian from exotic, tropical,
scented
Bombay and Marcia is as white and anglo saxon as they come. Besides
she
likes my kinky clothes and steals them for herself from time to time
as
well.
We met at the ad agency when Marcia started her new job as an art
director.
We were assigned to work together on her first day, which was lucky.
As soon
as I saw her I knew we were destined for each other. You see, as
passable as
a trannie can be... even after spending thousands of dollars on
hormones and
laser hair removal and implants and collagen injections and Adams
apple
shaving and hip enhancement and a nose job, another tgirl can always
tell.
And I am as much of a tgirl as they come since I have been
crossdressing
since I was 8 yrs old and living full time as a girl since I left home
to
attend university at age 18.
Now here I am, age 24, working as a copy writer at a big London ad
agency
with none of my coworkers having the smallest inkling that the beauty
queen
(their name for me, not mine!) that has been working with them for 4
yrs has
a 7" cock tucked away in her tight satin thong. I am a soft golden
brown
with big green eyes and I saved enough money 3 yrs ago for a lovely
pair of
36C titties. Mmmmmmmmmm, I really LOVE my big titties, especially the
way
the hormones I take have made my aureoles grow to be about 2" in
diameter
and my nipples elongate to at least a half inch when I get horny....
which
seems to be ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!!!!! What is really nice is that I no
longer
have to wear my silicone falsies. As they say... Better living through
chemistry!!!!
Until I saw Marcia, I was living a double life. By day I worked as a
pretty,
slightly sexy but demure copy writer who seemed shy and fended off the
boy's
advances and by night I was a hard living, highly sexed, fetish drag
queen
dominatrix. I almost lived at some of the kinkier clubs and had a
regular
clientele who paid me embarrassing sums to treat them as the scum they
wanted to believe they were. I made enough money catering to their
needs to
allow me to live in a penthouse apartment on the Thames. But once I
saw
Marcia, I knew my single days were over.
Mind you, she had no idea what I was thinking or who I was. But she
was
about the cutest, sweetest little thing I had ever seen. And one look
told
me all I needed to know.
In fact, I don't think it was more than an hour after we met that I
caught
her heading off to the ladies room and followed her. She had no sooner
entered a stall when I slipped in with her and held my hand up to her
mouth
and slipped my other hand up her (very) short, (very) tight pink dress
to
feel the telltale bulge in the front of her panties. I thought she was
going
to faint but I just smiled and sank to my knees and pulled her quickly
stiffening girlcock out of her panties and slowly let my hungry lips
slide
over the head. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, she tasted sweet and the perfume she
sprayed
between her thighs had my head spinning. I don't think it was more
than 5
minutes before she was pumping one of the biggest loads of deliciously
sweet
creamy thick cum into my mouth that I had ever experienced. Oooooo
this was
going to be fun... knock-out girly sexiness with an enormous cum load
spewing out of her cock.
I caught her as she was about to faint. The force of her cum had
caught her
completely off guard. And as I slowly let her sit down on the loo I
lifted
my own short, tight, lavender leather skirt and reached into my animal
print
satin tap pants panties to free my own raging hard on and then forced
it
into her unsuspecting mouth and past her fat, collagen filled lips.
She
looked up at me through unbelievably long implanted eyelashes and
smiled and
then reached up with her long, elegant fingers tipped by spectacularly
long,
perfectly painted nails and gently wrapped her hand around my huge
penis and
pumped me in and out of her mouth until I came a torrent load down her
throat.
I didn't say a word to her the whole day, regardless of what she said
to me
or how longingly she looked at me. I couldn't afford to let anyone in
the
office know a thing about me. To them I was a good girl... a sweet
thing...
an innocent with great taste in clothes and shoes.
A year later, Marcia is my flatmate and we share everything from
clothes to
shoes to wigs to perfume to makeup to hormones which we inject into
each
others soft plump butts to a single large king size bed in a perfectly
decorated totally femmed out room.... (Marcia's taste).... to men. And
not
just a few men... LOTS of men. All kinds of men. Rich men. Old men.
Big men.
Small men. Foreign men. Home grown men. Married men. Gay men. Just
men. All
with cocks. All with cum. Lots of cum. We were soul mates. Marcia with
her
innocent, sexy, Marilyn Monroe look and me, Gina Rose with my dark,
exotic,
eastern spiciness.
And so we were the flirtiest tgs around. Gina & Marcia. And one day
for a
dare we decided to go to a new bar (pub) at the other end of town
which we
had heard about but had never seen. But instead of traveling
discreetly in
the car like we usually do, we decide we'd go by bike. My Ducatti.
We both have great toned bodies, tight and taut, much like a female
athlete's body. That was probably due to the fact that we both liked
to work
out. We had to in order to keep our girlish figures. Marcia has nape
of the
neck length strawberry blonde hair while I have shoulder length curls
in
deep dark brunette with blonde streaks.
So there we were at 9 in the evening heading to the other side of town
dressed up as hot and sexy as usual but with just a touch of female
punk
biker look. You know, leather and ringed chokers and studded
bracelets.
Marcia was wearing a shiny black skin tight leather bolero jacket with
matching micro-mini and thigh high patent boots. Her thick eyeliner
slanting
upwards. Her blonde hair framing her face perfectly. I was wearing a
micro-mini blue lycra dress. My hair was pushed back from my face with
one
of those invisible bands, and on my feet I wore strappy stilettos with
a fur
trim in the front and I had put on heavy and very flirty make up.
We definitely looked like two high-class sluts out for it. On the
bike, our
minis barely covered our butts. From the front there weren't any
tell-tale
signs our penises which were neatly hidden by our thong panties.
Marcia was
up front driving while I sat behind. We giggled like crazy as we
blatantly
checked out at all the guys who were eyeing us as we rode by.
It was still too early to reach the pub so Marcia decided we'd race a
little
on the outskirts of town. We found a nice desolate road, and we were
speaking about the usual girly stuff, talking about some of the guys
we had
spied earlier when suddenly Marcia noticed a Rolls with dark tinted
windows
behind us. I had to giggle when Marcia told me to tease whoever was in
the
car. And she slowed down a bit while I gently lifted myself from the
seat
and waved my (rather beautiful) butt at the car suggestively. How we
howled
and giggled as it sped by. It was great to think that some poor soul
was
teased out of his wits. 2 minutes later there was another car
following us
like the previous one. This time we decided to go further. We stopped,
bent
over the bike, lifted our already scandalously short skirts and
wiggled out
butts at the car. It drove by and we got back on the bike and went on
our
way.
Then we decided it was time up to head back to the club so we cut
across and
through the park. We were riding peacefully along, when Marcia noticed
one
of the cars behind us again. Suddenly it didn't seem funny. Just as we
thought of trying to break away, another car swung across the road in
front
of us, effectively blocking the road. It was the first Rolls. Our
hearts
sank and our stomachs were in our throats. We just sat there frozen on
the
bike. The doors opened and our worst nightmare felt like it was about
to
come true.
There in front of us stood a bunch of very big and very black
hoodlums. 6 of
them in each car. Dressed in their vests and loose jeans.
"Yo, what we gots here?" one of them said. "Looks like we done found
ourselves 2 mighty fine white whores."
"Oooee, been a long time since I did some bitches like these," said
another.
By now they were all around us. We stood there back-to-back. One of
them
grabbed me by the face and slipped his hand up the front of my legs.
The
look on his face changed fast.
"Hey, niggas, these here ain't bitches. These be little bitchboys."
The
others howled with laughter.
"Nice paint job, bitch" said the one facing Marcia. "You wanna be
girls?
Well den, we gonna treat you like girls." We were too scared to speak
back.
"So what's yo name baby?" one of them asked Marcia, grabbing her hair.
"Marcia" she mumbled.
"And your sister?" the same one asked.
"Gina," I whispered back.
"Well, Marcia.... Gina, let's see how your asses handle niggah meat.
You
know what they say? Once black, never back... and you two girlboy hos
gonna
find out. Now, ain't you?" one of them said.
They pushed us into one of the cars and drove further into the bushes
where
nobody would see or hear us.
Then we were both rudely pushed out and tumbled onto a soft blanket of
leaves. The guys then turned on some gangsta rap and started to leer
at us.
Smiling and slowly rubbing their cocks through their pants. One of
them sat
on the hood of the car and beckoned to me. He wanted me to walk
towards him.
When I got in front of him he pushed me onto my knees. I knew what he
wanted
and slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge 8 inch penis,
black and
pink. I thought I would choke on it. And then I nervously started to
go down
on him.
I heard someone behind me say, "You too sister."
>From the corner of my eye, I saw Marcia unzip his pants and devour another 8
inch shaft. The guy behind her was staring at her leather-covered
butt. He
unzipped himself. When his dick came out it startled me. It must have
been
at least 11 inches and thick like a baseball bat. He'll kill Marcia
with
that I thought.
Suddenly, he lifted her butt and inserted his finger. I could see
Marcia
wiggle and begin enjoying it. Meanwhile the guy whom I was going down
on
started to buck and thrust. I felt a pair of hands on my butt too.
Then I
heard Marcia scream.
"Oh no, he's trying to enter Marcia," I thought. The poor dear, there
was no
way she could take all that cock even if she wanted to... which I
began to
suspect she did. But I have to admit that it looked like she was
begging him
to stop.
These big black horny guys just laughed when they heard Marcia scream.
Instinctively, I felt my legs tremble. The guy behind me was pushing
the
thin strip of my thong aside and pressing his penis against me. I was
hoping
to hell that I'd open up the best I could. His cockhead felt big but
luckily
it didn't hurt yet. No, mine went in smoothly. I knew it was big but
oh, did
it feel good. By that time Marcia had stopped screaming. I think she
was
stunned into silence with all that meat inside her.
But then I knew she was beginning to enjoy it. Me too. I started
moaning
loudly too, begging my black loverboy to keep fucking me. Hard and
fast. The
guys were grunting. Their friends wanted to take their place. The one
I was
going down on started to buck and suddenly shot down my throat. And
then I
could hear Marcia start to have an orgasm.
Someone said, "Hey, this bitch is coming too. She likes it. Give it to
her
boys. Make her hurt. Make her regret that she ain't a real ho and can
only
tease us boys."
But Marcia couldn't stop her guttural groans of passion and lust. I
knew she
had come.
The guy behind her was still thrusting and fucking and trying hard to
shoot
his load up her asspussy. Meanwhile they made me stand with my hands
on the
hood of the car while one of the guys behind me continued to fuck me
really
hard. Before I knew it I was having an anal orgasm.... then
another.....
then another. I couldn't stop cumming. I knew that moment I was a
total
whore. A total slut. A cock hungry, cum thirsty boycunt.
Somebody else had thrust his dick into my mouth at the same time the
monster
shot his load inside Marcia. I could tell from his grunts and from her
squealing. It must have been a bucket.
It went on like that for an hour and a half. We both felt bruised and
tired
from all that cock. They all took turns on us. The high point for
Marcia was
when one of them was fucking her in the standing position and his
thrusts
made her jump. I could tell it sent her into sex dream land cuz I saw
her
eyelids roll back and her cock spew cum all over his stomach. For me,
it was
when the guy with the 11 inch monster had me lying on my back with my
legs
in the air while he was pounding his meat into me while 2 others held
my
hands down. Luckily, I was completely opened up by then so it didn't
hurt
much. In fact, it felt heavenly. I must have come three times in my
butt
while he was inside me and once I even wet my panties. He finally he
came
like a hose pipe and my butt was so full that it squirted out past his
dick.
Both of us were on the verge of tears hoping that they would stop. And
finally they did. We were sweating, our hair was a mess and our brains
had
gone haywire. Cum was oozing out of our butts. One of them kissed me
on the
hand said "Thanks, bitches" and then they drove off. Marcia looked at
me. We
both knew that despite the fact that we hurt, we really enjoyed it. It
was a
bit more than we bargained for but it was what we had started out that
night
in search of: cock. Lots of cock. So we hugged each other and cried
out
sissy tg hearts out, then walked back to our bike. I felt like I
wanted to
go to the loo, so I ran towards the grass and squatted down. But it as
only
cum oozing out of me.
On the bike ride home I could feel it ooze out of Marcia too.
Our panties were soaked with cum. We were so sexed up and crazy for
more
cock that we headed for the pub. The guy at the door thought that we
had
been in fight. We went to the ladies room to clean ourselves up and
redo our
makeup.
Once back in the club we sat down in our favorite cubicle and as we
were
served our drinks 2 guys joined us to make small talk. It wasn't going
to be
easy telling them we couldn't take them in the ass.
But our mouths were still soft and wet and needed filling.