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Hi again, Sailor Dougal here. Remember my E-bay purchases? Well, my wife, Angela and I went several times to visit my lovely copper haired seller of fine luxurious sexy underwear.

One day I went on my own, as Angie had to work. On my arrival, the lady let me in, and we went into her ‘parlour’, (such a lovely name), and seated on the sofa was a gorgeous auburn haired young woman. Whether the E-Bay lady had told her about my satin fetish, I don’t know, but she was wearing a yellow satin dress, halter necked with a bustier type top, and a small pleats full circle skirt. Reminded me of the white dress Marilyn Monroe wore over that heating duct! She was wearing yellow sandals and pale tan stockings. She was introduced as Michelle, but says she liked to be called just Chelle.

You will have noticed, I have never mentioned the name of the E-Bay lady, and that’s because I cannot risk her being identified, as she still deals extensively on that site. I shall call her Lady E.
Lady E had some midnight blue satin underwear on offer, and before putting it up for auction, she rang Angie and offered it to her. There was a whole set of this delicious satin collection; the bra was half cup, balconette I think it’s called, with the top half sheer blue lace, the garter belt was a mass of the same blue lace over the blue satin foundation, with six suspenders; fabulous for keeping stockings straight. There was a thong with diamantes around the waist, and a pair of what I know now to be Tap-Pants, usually worn by cross-dressers. There was a half slip and camisole top in the same soft figure hugging satin, and a bedroom robe, like a peignoir. The price it was offered at was ridiculously low, so I paid the asking price straightaway.

Chelle, whose voice was a sexy brown sugar tone, asked if they would be alright for Angie. I had other things in mind; I was going to be the first into these pieces of froufrou.

‘Would you like them modelled’? she said. Would I ever! If you had seen Chelle you would have flipped too! She went into the back dining room, emerging a few minutes later wearing everything. She paraded round the parlour for me, removing the peignoir, then the camisole and slip, to reveal her fantastic figure that had been hidden, almost, in the yellow dress. The bra was a C cup, but her breasts must have been at least an E cup, they spilled nicely over the half cups, swelling the lace beautifully.

I asked if I could see the thong in place, and she looked at Lady E who nodded. She slowly lowered the tap pants, to reveal the thong. What was most surprising was that poking from behind the blue satin was a prick, a man’s penis for goodness sake. I gaped in astonishment. He/she had this fantastic figure, shapely legs, glorious hair, a perfect almond shaped face, and a huge John Thomas! ‘Well, what do you think? Do you like the thong’? she said. ‘I know, I get this reaction al the time, but you know, I still love sex with women, and men too, I have to say. When ‘Lady E’ told me about you and your lovely wife, Angela, I said I would like to meet you, especially after all she had told me about what you get up to when you’re here’.

By this time my own JT was standing to attention and it was obvious to Lady E and Chelle. ‘Time to go up aloft, sailor boy, and see what you might like most’.

Into that divine bedroom again, this time without Angie, but with two beautiful women. On the bed was this lovely set of cerise underwear, complete with stockings and shoes. ‘Have your shower and then put them on’, said Lady E. ‘We’ll wait downstairs for you, call when you’re ready’.

I showered and dried off, using copious amounts of Lady E’s talcum, which must cost a fortune. Slipping into the satin underwear and silk stockings made me want to wank there and then, but I resisted the urge, calling downstairs that I was ready.

When they came into the bedroom, I was lying on the White satin duvet rubbing myself through the soft cloth. Lady E had put on a sumptuous white set of undies with high heeled sandals over white fishnet stockings. Chelle was still wearing my new purchases. They moved to either side of the bed and Chelle said, ‘Pity Angela never came with you. She would have enjoyed this. ‘Lady E’ tells me you have been shagged in the arse with a strap-on. Well, I don’t need a strap-on’. I reached towards Chelle, feeling for her prick through the peignoir she had put back on. I always thought that she-males took drugs that increased the breast size, but also reduced the male organ, but here we were, a sexy she-male with a prick that must have been 8″ to 9″ at least. I mentioned this, and Chelle explained that she had had a special op that removed her Adam’s apple, changed her voice and kept her penis the right size. As I stroked her prick, I noticed that I could not feel any bollocks. I lifted the gown looking to see where they were. ‘They’re tucked inside of me’, she said, ‘It’s a knack you can acquire with regular practice’. I looked and sure enough, you could see where they had been pushed into an orifice behind the prick, and the smooth skin there was slightly puckered. It looked like a second anus.

‘Well’, said Lady E, ‘Are we going to discuss cross genders or are we having fun today’? I turned to her & pulled her onto me, caressing her fantastic body through her satin attire. I felt my prick being handled very gently, and my balls stroked so softly. My body has been waxed regularly by Angela and Laura, my mother-in-law, so I could feel all the movement of the gentle hands. I was kissing Lady E so tenderly, and with the caressing she was giving me and what Chelle was doing down below, I was in seventh heaven. Chelle encouraged me to raise my knees, and as I did so, she stroked around my anus, gently probing that male love hole. In the shower, I had used the hose to give myself an enema, clearing out my back passage for the fun I was expecting that night. Chelle pushed a finger, or two, into my arse and took my prick in her mouth, licking softly around the helmet, then drawing my balls into her mouth, all the while wriggling some more fingers inside of me.

I asked Lady E to kneel over my head, and let me give her some pleasure with my extra long tongue. Her pussy has always been a fascination to me. The pubes are the same colour as the hair on her head, a lovely copper red. She always smells sweet down there, and Angela has muffed her too. Chelle stopped sucking me and moved between my legs, lifting them slightly. I felt her prick nudging towards my nether hole, and waited in anticipation for the next feeling. I knew how the strap-on felt; would a live prick be better. It was. I could hear kissing and realised that Chelle and Lady E were snogging, what a turn on that was too. My prick was raging hard, and I was wishing someone would do something to relieve me. I couldn’t speak as I had a mouth full of labia and cum. Then someone was gently rubbing my prick with some satin material, smoothly up and down. I nearly came, but managed to clench my buttocks, holding Chelle inside me and allowing the desire to cum to dissipate.

Lady E got off my face, turned around so she was facing me, and then impaled herself on my raging hard-on. Leaning forward, I was able to take her lovely tits into my mouth and cause her nipples to become erect. Chelle had her hands around the front of Lady E and was trying to massage those same tits, so I pulled her head down and kissed her on the lips, letting her taste her own love juices around my mouth. She started to moan, and I heard Chelle breathing deeply, indicating that she was about to cum. I was determined that we should all cum together, so I whispered to Lady E to hold on, we would all blow together. I felt Chelle’s prick engorge and knew what was coming. The feelings I was getting were far better that the strap-on, and I really did not want it to end, but I could feel Lady E squeezing my prick as she was on the verge of a climax, Chelle was nearly there, so I let myself go and shot streams of cum into her, just as she screamed she was cumming and Chelle filled my arse with spunk too. We were all clasping each other tightly, and as our passion subsided, we separated, lying next to each other with me in the middle.

There was lots of stroking and kissing going on. I never thought that I would ever experience a she-male, and Chelle was fantastic. I enjoyed kissing her, as well as having her prick inside me. I asked her if she took men’s pricks in her arse, and she said she loved it. With all the stroking and caressing with the satin, I was soon hard again and said, ‘I never thought I would ask this, but, can I fuck your arse Chelle’? She rolled onto her side away from me, and like two spoons we fitted into each other. She must have been expecting something like this because her love hole was lubricated, and although I am quite big, I slipped in easily. When I was settled in there, Lady E made the third spoon, and was soon stroking my balls as they moved back and forth. She nuzzled my back and neck, and moved down the bed, soon to be felt licking around my arsehole. ‘I love all this spunk’, she said, ‘And Chelle gave you plenty. Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up’. I opened my legs a little, and could feel her tongue moving in and out of the hole, drinking up the juices. My balls were being sucked now, and as I moved in and out of Chelle, I was totally erotically aroused.

I increased the pace of my shagging, and reached around and started wanking Chelle. She groaned in pleasure as I wound some satin around the monster shaft, moving my hand in time with the thrusts of my own prick. I could hear that Lady E was not wasting time, she was wanking herself off, breathing heavily into my balls, as she now pushed her fingers into my anus. Moments later, I felt that Chelle was going to cum, so I steadied myself, intending to have a simultaneous climax; and we surely did. Pow!!!

After another shower, we went downstairs for dinner, dressed in new satin clothing, preparing for another session later on that night. The talk got around to my bring Angie and perhaps Laura too, for a good night later on.

I’ll tell that one another time. I am wanked out just writing this for you.

 

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