It had been about a week since Lindsey had fucked my ass, and every thing went on as normal. After it was over, I worried we wouldn't get along any more and things would be awkward. However, things went just as it was before, but now instead of watching TV and playing video games, we talked about sex, and even more things we wanted to experiment with.
I had a lot of time on my hands to think about what I wanted to do, since I was laid off work for the winter and Lindsey was still in class. I spent a lot of time surfing the net, and knowing how big I could go opened up whole new doors. Strap-ons really caught my attention after seeing a dildo I could not refuse. It was 12 inches long about 2 inches wide, black, and include a harness and free bottle of lube, how could I resist. I placed the order and it would arrived two days later just in time for the week end. I also way really intrigued by gang bangs, the thought of multiple guys abusing my ass, using me as there own personal sex toy made my ass sweat and cock stand straight.
I was still a sleep when Lindsey arrived home from school. The package I ordered was sitting by the door; she picked it up along with the mail and set it on the kitchen counter. After sifting though the mail she turned her attention to the box. "There's a box here for you" She yelled up the stairs. I awoke still groggy and dazed, but snapped too once I figured out what she said. I raced down stairs but stopped half way. Lindsey was standing on the lower landing of the stairs with the massive cock swinging between her legs.
"Well, well, well." She said lifting the cock, which nearly touched her breasts. "Looks like you have been a busy boy. Why don't you go upstairs and wash up, I'll fix some dinner, and after we'll discuss this."
I loved how she talked to me; it was like I had been a bad boy and needed a spanking. I went up stairs washed out my ass, and took a quick shower. Lindsey had made some spaghetti, and had it set out on the table when I came down. She still had on the dildo as we ate, it stuck up above the table and I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. After dinner we did the dishes.
"I'm going upstairs to get changed and make a few phone calls, you just stay here." Lindsey said walking towards the stairs "I hope you're ready." She continued up the stairs while I moved into the living room and parked myself in front of the TV. I could hear Lindsey up stairs on the phone. After about 15 minutes she sauntered down the stairs, wrapped in her skin tight latex pants and bra. The cock swung low between her legs and it made my dick shoot straight up.
"I have a present for you too" Lindsey excitedly said. I wondered what could be better than having her fuck me in the ass, but it had to be good because she was pretty energized about it. She pulled out a bag from the closet, and threw it to me as she walked over and sat down. I first pulled out a new pair of fake breasts, which were mush larger than before. Next I pulled out a French maid's uniform. It was a two piece, with a black latex top and skirt. Lastly I pulled out a curly, red wig. I was a deeper shade of red; it hung about shoulder length, and had nice flowing curls.
"Now put it on." she commanded, "I don't pay you to stand around."
I threw my cloths off and put it on as fast as I could, the fake breasts filled out the top very well, and the skirt slide right over my slender hips. I put the wig on, adjusted it, and I was ready. Lindsey got up and walked me to the mirror in the bathroom. Now not to honk my own horn, but I looked good, better than the cheerleading uniform, and the hair brought it all together. Lindsey had told me before that I had very feminine features, and I guess she was right.
