A Girl Called Eddie

A few minutes later, I was gulping down my first load of cum in months. I didn't waste a drop, licking my lips, then licking Eddie's cock clean.

After that, the bedroom was the only place to go.

My asshole craved cock and Eddie fed me his meat with all the sweaty, rectum-rupturing aggression any feminized queer could desire. After he had fucked me for the first time, my cum slicked asshole gripped his cock until he was ready to fuck me again.

Much later, with our ravenous hunger finally sated, we lay naked among the rumpled white sheets of my bed, our bodies gleaming with perspiration. It had been some considerable time since a man had so totally satisfied me. To say I was impressed would have been an understatement.

"You'd better have some of that hot cream left for Carrie, otherwise I could be in big trouble," I murmured, kissing his blonde thatched chest.

"She would never suspect I'd been with you," he replied. "As far as your sister is concerned, I'm a one hundred percent red blooded heterosexual, if somewhat submissive, man."

"Submissive!" I exclaimed, instantly raising my head. "Tell me more."

"As I'm sure you know, your cousin is quite a dominant lady," he said. "When it comes to the bedroom, she rules with an iron fist. Her man must learn to play by her rules, or suffer the consequences. I'll leave the kinky details to your fertile imagination. Can't see you in spike heeled thigh boots and swinging a whip, Kirsty. But then, perhaps I've misjudged you again."

"I'm the kind of girl who knows her place and loves it," I replied. "Does she ever dress you up?"

"You mean like you?"

I nodded. "You could look very sexy in high heels and a short skirt."

Eddie laughed. "That is one idea Carrie has never suggested. It might be fun, though I could never imagine myself cutting as stunning a figure as you."

"You might be pleasantly surprised," I responded. "Shall we find out?"