My Name is Raquel Ch. 07

My name is Raquel and I'm a crossdresser.

My saga began when I was about five years old. I mostly played with my sister and her friends and they would sometimes dress me up in girl's clothes.

When I was 18, I started wearing my sister's panties.

My freshman year in college, I acquired my first pair of panties in the dorm laundry room. And I began a collection.

After graduation, when I married, I hid what was, at the time, just a panty fetish, from my wife.

Now, my 19-year old stepdaughter, Jessica; my wife of 15 years, Allison; and Allison's lifelong friend and consequently, a transgendered female, Crystal, embrace and encourage my transformation into Raquel. They have trained me in the womanly arts of applying makeup, walking and talking like a girl, and pleasing a man.

It didn't hurt that Allison, Crystal, Jessica, and I could all wear the same lingerie, clothes, and shoes. The only exception was, of course, bras. I didn't have breasts like them, so for nearly every matching bra and panty set, I had my own A-cup bra.

Allison and I loved each other dearly. But we had both kept a secret from each other for our entire marriage. My secret being a panty fetish and what turned into a full desire, no, need to crossdress, as well as my latent desire to sometimes be the girl in a boy/girl tryst. Allison's secret was that she and Crystal have been lovers since they were 18. Our secrets, once revealed and shared brought us closer together. They meshed with each other and our marriage was strengthened as we explored the opportunities they made possible.

I had Jessica to thank for this new chapter of my life. If she hadn't discovered me masturbating in a pair of panties and hadn't had keen insight into my psyche, and helped me transform that first time, there would be no Raquel.

She and I still got together, with me transformed into Raquel, to experiment with ways to keep things interesting. So when Allison was going out of town for a work-related conference, and Jessica told me she had a surprise planned for me, I couldn't wait. Her first surprise had led to Raquel's birth.

The plan was for me to transform into Raquel as soon as I arrived home from work and wait in the master bedroom until Jessica arrived home. I would have about two hours, which was more than enough time, since I had become very proficient, what with all the training I had received from my girls.

I always transformed in Jessica's room, because it was my sanctuary, the place where Raquel first appeared. Of course, I began with a douche of my manpussy, filling up my bowels with a warm mineral oil and water mixture, allowing them to soften and cleanse my insides. A second round followed to make sure all was clear. I then used a depilatory cream to remove all hair below my neck and showered and shaved to make my body as clean on the outside as I was on the inside.

A body oil applied while my skin was still moist made me smooth and soft.

While I was in the shower, Jessica had texted me. She said she had bought something new and to look in her closet for Raquel's outfit. I texted back with a kissy-face emoji. I waited to apply my makeup, so I could choose the right palette.

There were several bags from various shops in her closet. She had numbered them, so I assumed they were to be opened in order. I carried them into the bedroom and set them down next to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, giddy with excitement and anticipation.

Bag number 1, from Victoria's Secret, contained a pair of hot pink floral lace hip huggers panties and a matching A-cup bra, so no breast forms. I slipped the panties up my smooth legs, loving the tingly sensation. They caressed my ass and stretched out in the front, tented by my hardening manclitty. Then I put on the bra. I could easily hook it in the back with all the practice I had. I paused to tease my titties, rubbing the cups of the bra around in circles against my sensitive nipples. I felt my clitty pulse and push out the first droplet of precum.

Bag number 2 held a pair of new pink stockings and a pink garter. I wrapped the garter around my hips and hooked it in the back. I adjusted it so that the straps hung down in just the right place. Next, I rolled each stocking in my hands and slowly unrolled them up my legs, being careful with the sheer, delicate fabric. I attached each strap in the front, making sure lines looked just right. I stood and walked over to the full length mirror and turned around to get the straps in the back right.

I opened bag number 3 to find a sheer, see-through, charcoal teddy that was open in the front, but that could be tied closed with pink strings. The cups were lacy, but sort of sagged, since I wasn't wearing falsies. All the edges were lined with pink lace trim, too. I slipped it on and tied a pretty pink bow, just below my teeny breasts.

I stood there, with my back to the mirror and admired ass and legs. I blew a kiss to myself.

In bag number 4, I found new blond wig with a shag cut. I took it out and tried it on and shook my head feeling the hair swish around. It was so cute, but I decided to apply my makeup before putting it on, permanently. But it did help me decide on the palette for my makeup.

I started with a concealing foundation. I used a makeup sponge to perfect my complexion. Then some highlights here and some blush there. For my eyeshadow, I selected a dusky rose that would go well with the pink lingerie with some lighter shades on the insides, expertly blended together.

I went all out and added some long fake eyelashes and drew in some eyeliner with a black pencil, with the line curling up into a point on the outer ends. Lastly, I selected a bubble gum pink lipstick.

Since I was making good time, I applied fake nails and painted them pink to match my lipstick. I had been to the nail salon recently and my toe nails were in good shape, but unpainted. I put a coat on them, too. I used a blow drier to speed up the drying.

When everything was ready, I put on my new wig, gluing it around the edges.

Jessica had set out a pair of our black patent leather 5-inch spike heels. I slipped them on and walked around in them. They really made my calves look tight and made my ass stick out, accentuating some of my finer assets. I was done with about forty-five minutes to spare, so I then headed to the master bedroom to wait for Jessica to arrive home.

The wet spot on the front of my panties was growing and I decided to do something about it. I laid on the bed facing the mirror on the dresser and looked at the beautiful girl staring back at me. I pulled the front of my panties down and gripped my erection, squeezing out some precum. I wished I were limber enough to suck it up with my own mouth, to take my own cock between my lips and drink directly from the fountain, but instead, had to wipe it up with my finger and lick it off of there. A thought occurred to me, "Maybe I should start going to a yoga class." But then I returned to the task at hand, no pun intended.

I began stroking myself thinking about what Jessica might have planned. I couldn't imagine what it might be, but I was sure it would be exciting. While it wasn't in any of her instructions, I decided, on my own, to insert a butt plug.

I opened the bottom drawer of my nightstand and selected a medium sized one, not too big, just so I would be ready for anything. I grabbed a tube of KY and squirted a little on my fingertips and rubbed it all over the plug. I took a deep breath and while I exhaled concentrated on relaxing my sphincter and popped it in without too much resistance. With the remote, I set the vibrations to low.

I could feel the bulbous toy trembling throughout my groin, quivering my balls and exciting my manclitty. I brushed my long nails over my panty-clad rod. The waiting for what was to come, without knowing what it was, made me very excited and heightened my arousal.

I had no intention to masturbate to climax, but that's where I was heading. I couldn't stop myself. I told myself, "Raquel, save it for later."

My right hand wasn't listening. It continued lightly stroking my clit and massaged my nutsack.

Time to wipe up some more precum. Mmmmmm. I might be biased, but I think I have some of the best tasting precum.

"Stop, now and it'll be okay," my inner conscience spoke up. Sally Palm and her five sisters kept right on going.

Five, ten minutes later, "You're going to mess things up. You better stop." But it was nearly too late.

The throbbing began to crescendo and before I knew it, I could feel the cum beginning its journey from my scrotum to the tip. I readied my hand and cupped it below the slit. I caught most of the cum, some of it splashing onto my stomach.

I raised my hand to my lips and licked and sucked the ambrosia into my mouth. I relished the texture as it coated my tongue and the inside of my cheeks. I delighted in the taste, sweet and musky. Again, IMO, my cum is some of the best tasting. I cleaned up the rest of my cum with a washcloth and switched off the vibrations.

I arrived at a rationale for my actions. In this post-orgasmic state of mind, I could think and act more like a girl.

As my erection subsided, I tucked my softening clit between my legs and let the panties hold it in place. I was ready for Jessica's arrival. I didn't have to wait too long.

"Raquel, I'm home!" I heard her call.

"In the bedroom," I called back.

She stopped at the doorway. "Rawr!"

"You like?"

"You look better than I imagined."

I stood up and spun around, letting her see the ensemble in its entirety. "I really like the new things. You picked out a pretty outfit. Thank you."

"Well, you wear it well. And your makeup looks great."

"Thanks, again."

That's when she noticed the butt plug remote lying on the bed. "Let me see your ass."

Uh oh.

She sounded a little upset.

I spun around again, slowly, feeling guilty.

When she saw the butt plug, she said, "Just as I suspected. Have you been a naughty girl?"

"I MAY have jilled off," I said apologetically. "I'm sorry. Don't be mad. You just had me in this state. And these pretty new things you bought and the suspense were killing me. And besides, in your instructions, you didn't say not to."

She thought for a minute and her tone and mood softened. "You look too cute, all pouty like that. And you're right, I didn't think about the state you would be in. It's alright. Besides this might work out better. You so adorable, I can't stay mad at you, Raquel." She smiled and said, "Come here."

She kissed me, letting me everything was okay. Then she dropped the subject, like it never happened. "Are you ready?" She had as much excitement in her voice as I felt.

"Yes. Please tell me what we're going to do."

"Be patient. That would ruin the surprise."

I waited.

"First, know I'd never do anything to hurt or embarrass you. But you must follow my instructions and there's only a few. Now, here are the rules."

I didn't know what she had in mind, but I trusted her, so I replied, "Sweetie, I know that. And I will."

"Okay. Rule number one, you mustn't speak a word from the time we leave this room until it's all over."

"Got it, no speaking."

"Rule number two, no touching."

"I don't understand."

"You will. And rule number three, you must leave this on." And as she said that, she pulled a pink silk scarf from a small bag she was holding. She proceeded to fold it up and blindfold me with it, tying it securely behind my head. Things just got interesting.

"Now come with me." She took my hand in hers and I followed her our of the room, taking it slowly, because while I was usually very steady in heels, being blindfolded changed everything. She led me to her bedroom.

"Now, lie down on the bed and move into the center." It was a king-sized bed, so she helped me position myself.

I heard her opening a drawer in the nightstand and I heard a rattling noise. The next thing I knew, I heard a clicking noise as she placed a padded handcuff on my left wrist, stretched my arm out above my head and locked the other end to the headboard.

I must have had a look on my face that said, "WTF?"

"Are you okay? Nod your head, if you are." The sound of her voice soothed me. I nodded and I knew what was coming next. She was moving to the other side of the bed and I stretched out my right arm. It was secured to the other side.

"Lift your hips." I followed her instructions. She placed a bolster pillow underneath me. I know this meant one thing, my manpussy would get a fucking tonight.

"Now spread your legs." I felt her tying a soft cotton rope around my right ankle and pulling it further out, tying the other end off to the bottom of the bed. When she did this, without being able to squeeze my thighs together anymore, my now re-energizing clitty sprung up and forward, in spite of the tight panties I was wearing. I could feel it poke just above the waistband of my panties. She tugged them up the cover it back up and said, "We don't need to see this right now. I should have thought about buying you a gaff."

After she repeated this process with my left leg, she went around making all four appendages were securely, but not too tightly bound. She asked again if I was okay.

Remembering the rules, I nodded again, but I couldn't control the trembling of my body. I wasn't scared, just nervous, I guess.

She sensed this.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart, I know how you're feeling. I promise you'll like what's to come."she stroked my temple and kissed me softly, lovingly on the lips. I was able to calm back down and relax.

So she knew how I felt? "Damn! This girl has had more experience in her 20 years than I'd had in my lifetime," I thought to myself.

"Now lie here until I get back."

I laughed inside. "Where was I going?"

"Don't worry it won't take long."

I don't know how long it took. I was really losing track of time. Regardless, the next sound I heard was the bedroom door opening back up. Then I heard muffled giggles, a few gasps, and a few, "Mmmmmms."

"Shhhh." Someone admonished. I guess my new guests were under the same radio silence rule as I.

This was definitely intriguing.

Within seconds, I felt hands from all angles gently touching and stroking me everywhere but my clitty, which regardless, was already leaking precum, again. The soft touches through the silky fabric covering most of my body felt delicious. Then they broke it off. I heard some of them move away and felt the bed on either side of me shift and the two of them that had climbed onboard with me, leaned toward the foot of the bed.

My black pumps were pulled off, revealing my pretty, pink, stocking clad toes. I heard the shoes drop to the floor. What happened next caught me off guard. The big toe on each foot was sucked into mouths. I'd never had this experience before, but needless to say, I LIKED it. The feeling is hard to describe. I felt it in other parts of my body, kind of like the connection between one's nipples and one's groin.

They seemed to enjoy it, themselves and kept going at it, sucking on the other toes, one at a time, and sometimes sucking all five of them at the same time. Every now and then one of them would lick the sole of my foot. I tried not to jerk, because it tickled. I wouldn't want to kick one of them in their pretty little mouths.

As they concentrated on my feet with their tongues and mouths, their hands and long fingernails stroked my stockinged legs and tickled the insides of my thighs, only once in a while brushing up against my stiffened clitty, but for just the briefest split-second.

While I loved to look at and admire pretty painted toes, I hadn't considered taking them into my mouth. I was definitely going to add this to my repertoire for pleasing my sexual partners in the future. It must be quite the thing to observe, too. I longed to watch them, but, blindfold.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the room to my right, towards the foot of the bed, I detected sounds of kissing and to the left, where there was a large soft easy chair, what was unmistakably licking and the occasional slurping. I surmised there were six bodies in the room besides me.

And my other senses were becoming keener, not being able to see or touch anything, at least with my hands. I inhaled and tried to identify the cacophony of scents. I detected various perfumes and absolutely, the sweet and tangy odor of pussy.

Also, what I didn't detect was any muskiness or cologne. Nor did my sixth sense, intuition, identify anything masculine. I deduced that I was the centerpiece of a lesbian orgy, most likely Jessica's sorority sisters, a few of whom I had met. I pondered which five of them might be into this, along with Jess. Hell, probably all of them. That's what they say about sorority girls, right? Just kidding.

I heard more movement around the room and someone approaching from my right. Then a finger dripping in pussy juice was presented to my lips. I opened up my mouth and stuck out my tongue. She wiped her finger on it and I drew my tongue back in, swallowing the honey I had just been given. I stuck my tongue back out, hoping for more and was rewarded.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the ministrations on my feet and legs ceased. The girls that had been on the bed with me got up and two more sidled up to me. They began to touch just above my panties working towards my chest. One of them, or both, I couldn't tell, pulled on the loose ends of the bow holding my camisole together and let it open and fall to my sides.

In unison, they each pitched a nipple through my bra, not too hard, but hard enough that I almost let out a yelp. I bit my tongue to remain silent. Then they began stroking and kissing from my groin to my chest. Sometimes one would press on the small cup of my bra and rub the inner nylon liner in small circles around my titties. Sometimes one would reach in the cup and tweak a nipple.

The kisses on my tummy and rib cage felt like butterflies landing and taking off. I fought the urge to say something to them to beg them to stop the torture or to please, please, please finish me off.

The sounds around me had increased in their intensity and I could tell the other couples were becoming more aroused and passionate. An occasional stifled moan, heavy breathing

One of the other girls approached from my left and crawled up near my head and leaned over chest over my face, this time, presenting to my lips a large aureole, dripping with someone else's pussy juices. I opened wide. When she pressed the breast to my mouth, I swirled my tongue around and around, and flicked her big nipple, making her gasp.

My torso babes, which is what I was calling the two girls who had been handling from groin to chest suddenly stopped and arose. I guess round three was about to begin.

Like clockwork, the last two girls joined me on the bed. One began kissing me. She had obviously had her face buried between another girl's thighs. Even her breath smelled like cunt. A mighty tasty one, though. I so wanted to grab a fistful of her hair and pull her face tightly to mine, to smash our lips together, but, handcuffs. This whole evening was agonizing and euphoric at the same time.

While she fed me her tongue, the other was kissing and biting my right shoulder and the right side of my neck. She moved a few inches o so higher and kissed and nibbled on an ear. Sometimes she would stick the wet little tip of her tongue into my ear canal, effectively taking away one-half of one of the senses I had been left with for the evening. Having relied upon my hearing up to this point, I struggled to keep up with what was going on in other parts of the room while I was half-deafened.

I also pondered, "Is there a place on the body that can't be turned into an erogenous with the right techniques?" These girls were teaching me where all of mine were and how to stimulate them.