This is Part 2 of Jola's sexual history, sequel to 'Narcissae.' That followed accounts of our two encounters, 'Small Recorder' and 'Recorder Encore.' I'm continuing to narrate as Jola.
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Zbyszka and I were agog to meet the mysterious Danka, mentioned by Kasza, leaving the impression that the occasion would be crucial in our lives. All we knew was that Kasza had met and possibly had sex with her.
It was a daytime appointment, with Kasza's parents at work, so privacy was ensured, without need to explain the presence of a stranger. Zbyszka was known to them, just as a fellow student.
Danka was in her mid-thirties, ten centimetres or so taller than Zbyszka, with long, natural, flaming-red hair. This was striking enough, but her eyes were as compelling, since they were not the hazel or green common to redheads. The bright blue became darker from the pupil outwards, giving an impression of depth, that you were looking deeply into her, and that she was receiving you, calmly understanding and appraising you. Her complexion was creamy, almost transparent, with a charming scatter of freckles across her short nose. Her mouth was full, and of that slightly orange colour that sometimes accompanies auburn hair.
Her prominent breasts and bottom were separated by an absurdly small waist, but that voluptuous physique radiated health and energy. As if she was equally ready to drain your system through intercourse or run a marathon. Or one after the other, never mind the order.
She was dressed in a blue summer dress, with a gold-coloured scarf tucked into the neck, and black high-heeled shoes, without stockings on her strong, shapely legs.
It was evident that Kasza was already in love with her, and a shared look confirmed that Zbyszka and I were going the same way, since the lady was not only beautiful but generating an aura of loveableness. She brought joy and fulfilment.
We settled in the parental sitting-room with coffee and cake, but spent little time on chit-chat, as Kasza got straight to the point. 'I've explained our histories and present situation to Danka. She understands we have reached a point when we need to make up our minds about our futures, to decide what we should do. She knows we have explored each other, and she and I have been together twice. She will guide us.'
Danka smiled, relaxed and confident. 'You need some help because of your physique and indeterminacy about your sexual natures and aspirations?' We nodded. 'Kasza is a woman, but not as much a woman as she would like to be. Zbyszka and Jola are technically male but feel themselves to some extent also to be also female?' We nodded again. 'So the question is, Do you want to make love with women, men, people like yourselves, or all comers? Pun intended. What are the possibilities?'
'That's right,' Zbyszka said. 'What possibilities are there?'
'I think the first step is to meet each other without clothing or inhibitions,' said Danka. 'I hope you may find my body and love-making enlightening. That is why Kasza has asked me here. But if that sounds rather clinical, I adore love-making and have been looking forward to it with you all. I know that you are all highly orgasmic, like me.'
Kasza led us to her bedroom, where the bed was already stripped to the mattress and covered in several layers of towels. Being a fine spring day, the room was warm without being stuffy. The stage was set. We three were already excited and eager, sure that Danka would be a revelation
Danka and Kasza had clearly already decided how to proceed, for Kasza signalled Zbyszka and me to sit on the bed and watch while she unzipped Danka's dress at the back and Danka stepped out of it. Although Kasza had seen this before, we were all three awestruck by the sight of Danka in her underwear. Her magnificent breasts were firmly held in a cream-coloured, lace-edged bra, and her all-enveloping, also cream-coloured, panties were close-fitting, and semi-transparent, so her ginger pussy-fuzz shone through the fabric.
All three of us, I'm sure, shared the same mixture of responses. Admiration, envy, longing, eagerness to see, hold, caress, lick those superb bosoms. Kasza seemed to be in the role of magician, casting the spell, delaying the outcome, for she paused to let our anticipation swell. And swell was what both the cocks present began to do. Danka herself stood easily, smiling a little, awaiting the next move.
Which was Kasza reaching behind her to unhook the bra-strap and then stand back to let the breasts settle forward into the cups now the tension was off. That slight sag made all three of us draw a quick breath, which made all four laugh. Then Kasza eased the straps off Danka's shoulders, as we drew breath again and held it. The bra clung to the breasts for a few seconds, and Kasza drew it off.
The breasts swung free, dropping a little, settling into place against the rib-cage, able to pass the pencil test, as that item would have been held beneath the creamy swell. We stared reverently for twenty seconds, till Zbyszka murmured huskily, 'Look at those nipples.'
They were, indeed, spectacular, for the orangey-brown areolas were four or five centimetres in diameter and the nipples, visibly hardening, protruded nearly two centimetres. Three mouths watered at the prospect of sucking them. Danka was touched and amused at our astonishment. She said, 'Perhaps two of you would attend to those in due course.'
Then, as if we had seen enough for now, Kasza turned Danka round and that, currently knickered, bottom filled our vision. Considerably larger than any of ours, it seemed to be in a state of tension, as if its deep, deep, cheeks were clamped together by some force of nature. We longed to test that tension by forcing a finger into the cleavage. Zbyszka and I imagined inserting our cocks and releasing our fluids into that tight fissure.
Danka showed that she was not squeezing her crack shut by clenching her buttocks, so that they swelled a little as they rose and bulged together. We marvelled, and with the flourish of a conjurer, Kasza unveiled the bottom by drawing the knickers down, so that they bunched below the gluteal creases. I, bottom-connoisseur, said, 'That is the ultimate bottom, the Platonic ideal of bottomness.'
Kasza tantalised us by stroking that ne plus ultra of bottomage, and then suddenly pulled up the panties and patted the bum in a way Zbyszka and I thought over-familiar. Then Kasza turned Danka to face us again and went behind her. We saw her hands slip into the waist-band of that filmy garment above the hips and suddenly drag them down.
And, oh!, it was showtime indeed, for out from between her legs there slid a penis. It had evidently been held there by the tightness of the gusset. Zbyszka and I looked at each other, noting that we were both surprised and yet not altogether surprised, since we knew that there was going to be something special, out of the ordinary, about Danka.
We contemplated the cock, unable to gauge its size, because a penis varies greatly in dimensions according to the temperature, overall state of being and degree of excitation, as we knew from personal experience. We concluded it was certainly larger than Zbyszka's, and wondered what would be its status when erect.
That it nestled in that red-gold fleece added to its fascination, for there is something exotic, even mysterious, about red hair, cranial or pubic.
Danka spoke. 'As you see, I'm a transwoman. I was born like Jola and Zbyszka, taller than them but reedy in build, thinking of myself after a while as being as much female as male, and resolving to explore my nature and realise it by whatever means. I'll tell you more and answer questions later, but now I need sex urgently. Please undress now and let's make a lot of love. Look what the idea is doing.' And her cock was growing, twitching a little as it lengthened and thickened.
The three of us were quickly naked and crowding round Danka. Zbyszka and I went to those superb nipples and began to suck. We felt Kasza's hand seek out that semi-risen cock. Danka began to shake. She said, 'The first time I'd like to be inside. Cunt or bum.'
We stood back and studied Danka's now rigid upstanding penis. It was a good sixteen or seventeen centimetres long, and as thick as a three of my fingers. Zbyszka and I were daunted by the prospect of absorbing that up our bottoms, but Kasza said, 'She hasn't been inside me yet, but I so much want her. She's much bigger than you two, but I need to find out just how much of a woman I am.'
