The Dye and the Queen

Taylor stepped out of shower and looked herself over in the full length mirror. At 5'5" and 175 pounds she liked what she saw. The strenuous workout sessions and improved diet are paying off. While maintaining large boobs and a round butt, her tummy wasn't so pudgy. The dimples that covered the backside and legs were gone, replaced by taut skin over sinewy muscle.

"What to wear to excite a gay queen." Her inner voice asked. "Pink, white of black lingerie might turn him off." Still nude Taylor dried her hair. Proudly she loved watching her full bosom jiggle, sway and bounce. Spinning around she got on her toes, looked at her backside. Smiling she walked to her dresser and grabbed the royal blue set of sheer cup bra and open back panties in royal blue, put them on and returned to the mirror, repeating the review..Next a white sweatsuit. Once dressed she finished her hair and applied just the minimum makeup. "Can't be too obvious to Jared or the public," She said to herself then followed with, "after all, he might just say no." Quick final twirl with a forward bend stretched the pants enough to display exactly what she wanted to showcase. Grabbing her bag that she loaded earlier Taylor headed to the door. Ten minutes later, at Jared's door, she felt butterflies until he opened up with a warm smile and ushered her in.

Jared as well had just finished showering and was freshly shaved. He donned crisp white T that showed off his fit body. Gray linen lounge pants finished off his attire. They both chuckled when poking their matching now off white socks at each other. Taylor flirted quite a bit as they cooked dinner. Bending seductively to check the oven. Dropping to her knees to grab an item so her pantywaist would pop over her sweats.

As they ate Jared reminder her in a cool, high pitched queen voice, "In case you forgot, I'm a queen." In public he used a slow, masculine voice.

"I'm aware." She looked up at his face. His eyes bore into her chest. She knew through her tight T she was showing.

"Then what's with the getup? And is that a men's jock or do they make one for women too? Laundry day? Or trolling?"

Taylor just laughed at getting caught so early. She had planned to make a move later after warming him up. The two finished dinner in an odd silence mixed with vapid jibber jabber. She went on about work and working out. He chimed in with comments on gym bros or office people.

Deciding to have dessert on the couch, Taylor knew it was time. She made a point of being second to the couch. Turning away to set each plate down with a slow, deep bend. Her sweats stretched across her ample bottom, the panty leg ropes and cavernous crack clearly visible, about a half a foot from Jared's face. He stiffed immediately. His large manhood strained against his pants. She sat, shoulder. to shoulder, looked down at his rising, then at him.

"Just in case something might happen and you required an added feature......" Taylor shook her backpack with her foot. After all girls must be prepared. You guys just get to show up, as is."

As Taylor traced the outline of Jared's cock with a long finger, through the material. "If not, it's always movie night."

No further prompting needed, Jared stood, scooped her up and marched into the bedroom. Once there he set her gently on the bed, crawled on all fours over her to plant a full kiss on her mouth. Fruity lipstick or shampoo, subtle hints of perfume, girly stuff that normally were off-putting. He was lead cock first, his brain shut off Jared, the gay queen, sought to bore himself deep into the source of his arousal. Taylor, that source, found herself right where she wanted to be; under a muscular gay man that might not be able to say no to her desires or fetishes.

Planting both knees aside Taylor's hips, trapping her in place, Jared removed first his shirt, displaying all the musculature fitness. Then standing, he slowly pulled his pants down, leaving only his jock strap on. His manhood popped out of the top. Half turning to display his fit leg and ass cheeks he kicked his pants off and away. Lastly were the off white, worn socks. Taylor lay prone under him, one hand behind her head, one frozen in the air, elbow up.

Taylor said as she watched, "you bitch, hiding all that from the girls."

"Well, all this is not normally for the girls." Jared said as he lay beside Taylor, resuming to kiss her lips. One hand began to trace Taylor's heaving chest, first the left nipple, then right. They were already straining through material. She moaned a low, throaty moan of encouragement.

Jared studied her features with curiosity. He'd only the one woman so far in the distant past that things like lingerie or what the covered were a foreign concept now. His hands deftly squeezed, caressed, toyed with her ample breasts. Taylor watched in similar amazement as this man rediscovered a woman. Under her T she watched her nipples strain upwards towards his hand with each pass. His eyes were fixated on each, one than the other, as he touched them. Jared lifted her shoulders to sit upright, raised her arms and pulled the sweatshirt off her arms. Followed by the T over her head. Sitting up, Taylor turned slightly towards him. He kissed then nibbled of each nipple while the back of a hand caressed the other. Jared took his time in rediscovering a part of his sexuality that was long discarded. And he did so with a voluptuous teen that had a sexual awareness well beyond her years.

Slowly each explored the thing that most regard as normal, the opposite sex's body. She caressed his muscular shoulders, tracing the lines distinguishing muscles. The tight skin that covered sinew. One soft kiss after another from the trap to the deltoid. Down to the tricep. She was as fascinated as he. Jared reached back and slowly removed her bra. Her bra was covered with wetness from kisses. Once off she turned fully to his front and hugged him. Her silky smooth hair cascaded across him, chin to chest. Lips touched lips, naked skin to naked skin. Hands explored, her to firmness, him the softness. The eroticism between them pulled both magnetically together. She felt herself so wet she was sure her sweatpants were showing. His manhood now ached against the jock material, head dripping precum.

Only the street lights shone through the drawn shades, otherwise it was dark. There, in the darkness of the room, as the erotism of the night played on, both because near one. Taylor mounted Jared's hips, feeling the tool between her layers. Her hands ran the length of his hairless arms. Jared wrapped his hands around her sides, locking behind her. His hips began a slow, unconscious thrusting at her crotch. Taylor's eyes smoldered, she was lost in the moment.

Taylor pushed his hands apart, releasing herself from his grip, stood, discarded her sweatpants and socks, then dropped back down. As she did this, Jared fixated on the tiny gusset of the backless panties. She was wet through that her, also her upper thighs and lips were glistening. He marveled at the way the cheeks hung down under her. He lay back as she reached under and pulled his jock off. Now nothing was between her sex and his, the vein of his penis lay between her two southern lips and on the viscous, hidden skin. She slid forward then back, soaking them both. Taylor thrilled at how when engorged hot the penis was. Her fluids covered the bottom of his penis that smeared her, anus to clit as she rocked back and forth. Jared fondled her naked breast, massing them, rolling the taut nipples between his fingers. It was all getting too much for both.

He began to lift her onto his unit when she stopped him with, "Wait, I have to try something." On her knees she stepped back down his legs until her face was above the proudly standing manhood. And it stood straight up, pointing at the ceiling.

"Damn, dude." Taylor, a lesbian that only blew one guy years ago, licked her whet lips, ran two fingers to the knuckles into her mouth, breathed in low voice. Her wet fingers softly touched the beautifully sculpted head below her. The slit was covered with milky precum, she scooped some up and licked her fingers. It was salty. With her free left hand she stroked the length to its hairless base. Leaning in she kissed the head, more salty milk. Then the shaft from the crimson crown, down the vein on the bottom. Her loose hair cascaded around his waist, partially blocking his view. Behind the vail of hair, in the darkness, she opened her when mouth and engulfed the head and down several inches until she could feel it at the top of her throat. To her surprise she didn't gag. All those faux blowjobs on the fake penises her and Shelby wore paid off. After several passes she went for it, drove her lips down his shaft, nearing the base. Once, twice, three times and on. Jared lifted her hair for the visual delight that his penis enjoyed. He was breathing laboriously now. Inside her she smiled a triumphant smile. She was pleasing a stud, a queen stud, but a stud non-the-less. When she sensed he was close to cumming she eased her mouth off, kissed each testicle, popped one followed by a second into her mouth.

Slowly stroking his meat, Taylor, on her knees she walked her round rear end around to his face. Unsure if all his time with men had hardened him to a woman's soft, tender skin, she braced for what could he a rough time. But Jared was gentle. First admiring the wide, round shape of her bottom.; the way it jiggled as she returned to sucking his cock. He ran his palms over her, from the tops of her thighs to the rope of her backless panties on her lower back. Female arousal of glistening wetness with the strong scent puled him in. Lifting his head he kiss her soak vagina, lips to lips, wide mouth encompassing the length of the slit. His strong, firm tongue penetrated into the depths of the reddish pink folds. Quick nibble on the clit, head twist to kiss incrementally up the slip to the tender skin between from and rear openings. With a mouth full of cock, a yelp escaped Taylor's mouth when he planted a full kiss on her anus, ran his tongue around the edges of pink skin then flicked his tongue around the opening. Jared dug in like he was searching of burring treasure. Emboldened by the sounds coming from her, he repeated the act this time from top down. Paying deft attention to her clit, with skilled dexterity he altered between to coarse top to the smooth underside of his tongue.

Taylor, close to finishing now, drove his length down her throat, almost to the hilt, then back out. Both came in violent, body shaking orgasms. Jared's hot, steaming, salty fluids filled her mouth and throat. She felt her ass quake as she erupted on his tongue, filling soaking his face with hers.

Taylor looked at his glistening, still turgid cock and told it, "Don't go anywhere."

His breathing went from heavy to low as she stood over his hips, lowered herself down onto him. On the balls of her feet she positioned the head at her opening, stopped, twisted herself and engulfed it again, as far as she could. Got back up on the balls of her feet and side herself down until their hips touched. Her first real cock in ages, and it filled her to her limit. The nerves in her walls welcomed it in like water to dry grass. Jared locked his hands behind his head, marveling at her body. The way the in the pale light her head, neck and shoulders were motionless, yet, her full bosom rose and fell at its leisure. Her soft belly and hips jiggled with each rise or fall. That last piece of clothing, the front panel of her backless panties, scrunched up in the folds of her belly. Thigh muscles tight from exertion..

"Give 'em over." She reached behind him, pulled his hands to her, placing them on each breast. Now her chin dipped slightly as her rhythm picked up. Inside her was wanton longing for a new release. Not from the plastic cocks she was used to, or the thin fingers or soft tongue. Now this man meat was scratching an inch she found that for far too long, ignored. Her chin shifted side to side, her hair flopped about, her tits sung haphazardly, the flesh on her midsection waved in unison with her movements. From her core outward she felt the warmth building.

Not wanting it to end too quickly Taylor eased her pace. Winking down at Jared's smiling face she spun around, facing his feet. She resumed her movement. From her knees she moved in a circular motion, with her ass striking his stomach on each pass. The cheeks making a wet, sticky smacking sound. Up from his waist until the head got to the opening then lowering to drive it home.

Hands now free Jared caressed her bottom, lifting the cheeks and separating them to admire the pink opening hidden in the recesses.. Licking a thumb he teased and toyed with opening. First running his digit around the tender outside. Followed by pushing on it like a button on a remove. On the third push it popped in. Taylor jerked her chin around to eye him. He pumped her rear end until his entire thumb was in. And there in remained, following her movements. She was elated at being attended to fore and aft. Shifting her weight she stood back on the balls of her feet, driving straight up and down, piston like, with his thumb in her bum. Again it all became too much she erupted. From her core to shoulders she shook for a near minute. Exhausted she drooped over his legs.

Taylor's labored breathing was the only sound now. And she was breathing like she had just sprinted a mile. Minutes later she eased off the still hard dick, crawled over him and rested her chin just above his solar plexus

"You're still hard." Marveling at the stiff dick was under her belly. "I'm going to be sore, blowjob?" She asked with an eye browse cocked and smile beaming from her face..

"Save it for later?"

The queen and the dyke fell soundly asleep in that position. An endless debauched movie running through their heads.