Oh No........The Fish !

by X. S. Sillke

 

(Part 4 - The Bad Taste Party Continues)

 

As I sat on the piano stool in the darkened corner of the room resting my feet laced firmly inside my rather erotic ballet boots, I was feeling quite confused. I felt a strong attraction to Sammi, well I must do, I had just sucked her off behind the garage ! And then there was my Vision in Rubber, who had just blatantly eyed me up and smiled at me from across the room. The rubber half-hood did little to conceal a very attractive pretty face, and her body was formed to be lusted after. Just looking at her across the room had re-ignited the excited member that had been laying dormant in my pink silk panties, and the front of my tight pvc mini was once again clearly framing that excitement. Where did that leave me, desiring both a pretty crossdresser and a genetic woman ? This was getting complicated. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a soft voice beside me. Oh sheeesh ! I think it just got even more complicated. Standing beside the piano was a pure hunk, in his early twenties and with soft attractive features, dressed impeccably in a black tuxedo.

"Hi, you look a bit lonely sat over here in the corner. If I'm intruding, just tell me to sling my hook."

"No, err... no, its fine, I'm just resting my feet for a while."

By way of explanation I raised a leg to offer a view of my ballet boot, accidently giving a flash of pink stocking top and suspenders from beneath my tight mini. I could feel myself blushing again.

"Errr, sorry, didn't mean to flash at you."

"Please don't appologise, it was very pleasant. I can see why you need to rest your feet, they are quite wonderful boots, I don't think I have seen any quite so, errrr, shall we say attractive ? My name is Larry, mind if I chat to you for a while during your rest period ?"

Did I mind ? Is the Pope catholic ? I just nodded.

"How about I get us both a drink, and then squeeze onto that stool with you ?"

"Fine Larry, whisky please."

He gave a flashing white smile featuring his perfect teeth, and turned to stroll across the room. I looked around the room, trying to locate Sammi, who was he, was he OK. I saw Sammi smooching with Clifford, she was smiling and formed a silent "Wow" with her mouth and gave the thumbs-up sign. Wheww, he wasn't the local pervert then, thank god for that. My mind raced. Jeeez, now I was fancying a man ! A crossdresser, a woman, and now a man ? Was there going to be anybody here that I didn't fancy ? - well, yes, if I got a sudden urge to ask Dick-the-Dog out on a date I would know it was definately time to leave. My jumbled emotions were making me nervous. I couldn't pigeon-hole things like I usually could.

Larry returned with our drinks and slid onto the stool with me. We chatted and sipped our drinks. Within ten minutes my nervousness had disappeared as Larry worked his magic on me. He was a perfect gentleman, polite and obviously knowledgeable, witty and made me laugh. We were acting like old friends by the end of the first drink, and several more followed. He asked me how long I had been dressing, and seemed surprised when I told him that this was my first outing. He complimented me on the way I dressed and thought my make-up was wonderful, and, of course, that the boots were to die for. I admitted to being a bit embarassed by the pink wig, but he even managed to be complimentary about that, saying he thought it was deliberate to match my basque and stockings. He was in the car repair business and also enjoyed doing a bit of car racing. By the time we were on our fourth whiskies you would have thought that we had known each other for years. We even danced, me balancing on my toes and ultra high heels and being held tightly against him, the prominent bulge in my tight pvc skirt pressed against him as we smooched. I noticed the woman in the fishnet stockings and metal heeled stiletto's moving about behind one of the sofa's, and from the low groaning I could hear above the music, presumed that the balding sissy in his pink pinafore must be laying on the floor beneath her. Takes all types I guess.

I was feeling delightfully tipsy by this time, and totally relaxed. We were sitting back on the piano stool in the corner again, Larry removing his arm which had been holding me gently around my waist to glance casually at his wrist watch.

"As much as I would love to stay longer and enjoy your company, I'm afraid it is time for me to go. I'm racing in the morning and I need to approach that with a clear head."

"That's a shame, I was really enjoying myself Larry."

"As I was too, but I would be letting a lot of people down if I'm not there in the morning. I really didn't feel like coming to this party tonight, but I will be eternally grateful that I did. Look, I would love to make a date to take you out here and now, but I realise that this all being new to you, that you are probably quite confused by it all. If I give you my telephone number perhaps you will give me a call once you have had time to digest it all ? Perhaps we could go for a meal, or the movies, or just come to my place and we can sit and talk, whatever you feel comfortable with ?"

"Yes, of course, I would look forward to that."

Larry handed me a card with his number on it, I looked at him and fluttered my long false lashes. He leant forward and tenderly kissed my bright red glossed lips. That moment took my breath away. It ended far too soon.

"Hope to hear from you soon."

"I will phone, I definately will phone." My lashes fluttered madly again.

He walked slowly across the room with that confident manner that he had, and then out through the door. I felt completely empty at that moment. My solace was interrupted by the machine-gun clattering of Sammi's silver thigh boots as she rushed across the room.

"Wow honeybun, what did he say ? What did he want ? Are you seeing him again ? Jeez, you do know who that was, don't you ?"

"Slow down Sammi, I can't keep up. His name is Larry and he does something in the car repair business."

Clifford had joined us now, having dispensed with his half a Sumo wrestler suit.

"Holy cow sweet pea ! Something in the car repair business ? Larry is Larry Gregson, owner of the Gregson Auto Repair Group, 35 garages all over the county. The guy is a multi-millionaire, chickadee !!"

My shiny glossed lips parted, but no sound came out, just sat there doing an impression of one of the fish that got me into this position in the first place.

"C'mon hon, spill, what's the situation ?"

"It's.....err.......well.....he gave me his telephone number."

Sammi gave a shrill sqwauk of excitement, jumping up and down in her boots and grabbing Clifford around the neck, unable to conceal her delight at this simple piece of news.

"Well bend me over and call me easy, sweet pea, you've gone and pulled THE most eligible batchelor in the south, I know girls that would chop their tits off to be in your position, and a few guys who would chop something more personal off as well."

If I was confused before, I was totally addled now. How can such simple situations be so complicated ? Sammi grilled me about exactly what we had talked about, right down to the most minute detail. Clifford went off to get yet more drinks. There was a shriek from somewhere over the other side of the room, followed by a string of expletives. A middle aged woman with an incredibly short skirt which showed her pantied bum below the hemline strode across the room on her high platform shoes, white fluid running down the front of one of her shiny black encased legs. Another success for Dick-the-Dog. We laughed at her embarassment, Sammi commenting that they were well matched, she looked a bit of a dog. Clifford returned with the drinks.

"Yo sweet pea, Leesha says Larry was well impressed, thanked her profoundly for inviting you."

"Who's Leesha ?"

"Our hostess, little darling, the rubber bondage babe. Says he was positively gushing over you, sweet pea."

There was another squeel from one of the sofa's, this time it appeared to be just caused by mutual lust.

"Have you still got those condoms Sammi, I think I had better put one on."

"Sure have hon, you're not going to pop off in your panties again are you ?"

"No, had too much to drink for that. Just leakage prevention."

I climbed back onto my boots and, rather unsteadily, hobbled my short paced way across the room. There was a queue for the downstairs toilet, so I slowly negotiated the stairs, clutching the bannister for support. At the top of the stairway I realised there was also a queue for that one as well. A door opened at the far end of the corridor, and there was Leesha, my Vision in Rubber, her rubbered wrists still fastened to her collar with the short chains. A rubber encased finger beckoned me towards her. I tottered down the corridor.

"Hi, are you having a good time ? You've certainly made a favourable impact tonight. If you want to use the loo you can use the en-suite one in here."

She turned and went back through the door, I followed, admiring her pert bum as it advanced in front of me. Inside the room, which hosted a huge king-size bed and mirrored wardrobes all down one wall, I turned as Leesha kicked the door closed behind us. She walked up to me, her rubber hands held captive either side of her semi hooded face, and standing up on her toes her wonderful shiny lips brushed my heavily glossed lips. It started as a gentle brushing but quickly developed into an open mouthed orgy of tongues, my arms went round her to pull that gorgeous rubber clad body hard against me. We eventually broke from the clinch, her eyes sparkling within the rubber hood.

"I have always had a weakness for girly-boys, especially pretty ones like you. We have probably only got about ten minutes before I'm missed, have you got a rubber ?"

I nodded, holding up the required item.

"Quick then, put it on, I've been fantasising about your bulging skirt all evening, I need your cockette up me, I really need it you sexy bitchette."

I rolled the tight pvc skirt up to my waist and slid my pink silk panties down to my stocking tops, gently rolling the rubber down my very excited length. Leesha walked over to a drawer unit, resting her bum on the edge and spreading her rubber encased legs as wide as her high heeled ankle boots would allow. I hobbled over to her and reached up to release the wrist cuffs from her collar. She shook her head.

"No. Leave them, I enjoy being helpless when I'm being screwed. God, you're big. Hurry, I really need it, I've wanted it since I first saw you. Give me a good fucking baby, rough and fast, please....."

I slid up between her legs, causing her to groan as it reached the hilt, and holding her rubbered hips I started to hump at this beautiful vision, she looked sideways to look at the image mirrored on the wardrobe doors. I looked as well, it was horny, watching the silky feminine vision thrusting at the delightful rubber dolly.

"God, look at that, it looks so good, you make me so wet in those gorgeous boots darling, do me hard, use my tits babe, pinch my nipples......oh yes......do me good...."

I tweaked at her nipples, and then started pinching them and pulling them through the apertures in her rubber corset, the harder I handled them the more she moaned, her hands still captive either side of her face as I thrust roughly at her, I was not going to last much longer, my natural excitement of being dressed like this and the visual excitement of this sexy rubber vision was too strong a combination. I thrust frantically as I could hold on no longer, and with a loud groan felt my seed explode into the teat of the rubber. We collapsed against each other. Our glossed lips met, feathery touches this time, our passion spent.

"Oooh, that was good baby, but I've got to get back. Clean yourself up, there's lippy on the dressing table, help yourself to whatever you want. We must do this again, but more relaxed next time, in the pocket of the pink puffa jacket over there are my Business Cards, phone me on my mobile babe and we'll arrange to spend a day together, yeh ? Soon."

She hurried across to the door, having to bend over to reach the handle with her cuffed hand, and was gone.

I tidied myself up, flushed the rubber down the toilet, and went to the dressing table to repair my lipstick. I took one of the Business Cards from the puffa jacket. Wowwy. What an evening this was turning out to be. I slowly tottered my way back downstairs. My feet were really starting to ache now, I was going to have to get out of these ballet boots soon.

"Hiya hon, you were a long time, long queue for the loo ?"

"Err yeh, and I was talking to Leesha."

"Talking, honeybun ??"

I looked up and fluttered my long false lashes.

"You didn't ? You and Leesha ! "

"Whoooaa, sweet pea, you strumpet ! Not happy with pulling a multi-millionaire, you have to go and kerplunk the party hostess ! Man, I can't keep up with you sugar plum, never known someone rise to the occasion like you do. Wears me out thinking about it. Must be getting old."

I held up the two cards with the phone numbers on them, and we all laughed.

"And this was the shy little tartlet that made such a fuss about going outside the house dressed up. Jeez, we should have left you at home with the fish ! Dread to think what we have unleashed on the unsuspecting world now."

We had some more drinks, I was three parts to the wind now, just at that happy level when you have had just the right amount. I was enjoying my journey of discovery with my two new friends, I realised how lucky I was, they didn't moralise and they didn't recriminate, just took it as it came without jealousy or envy. We all sat at the piano and chatted some more. Sammi and I had a couple of smoochy dances, even though my feet were now going numb in the boots, I was determined to last the night out, it may never happen again and I was enjoying being Cindy. There was a brief unscheduled floor show when a tall dominant woman, her black hair pulled up into a tight bun with severe black make-up and dressed in a tight black pvc corset with matching shoulder length gloves and high heeled thigh boots, decided to chastise her husband, who was naked except for a rubber hood and a pair of rubber penis-pants. She used the short whip that she had been carrying all evening to mark his rubber covered backside, his crime apparently being that he had looked at another woman. From the angle that his penis-pants were standing he was quite obviously enjoying the chastisement. She chased him around the room a few times flicking the whip at the moving target of his rubbered bum, but had a bit of difficulty keeping up with her fleeing target in her high heeled thigh boots. I would have stood no chance trying it in mine. Leesha appeared, a Polaroid camera clutched in her rubber shackled hands.

"Photo to remember the evening folks ?"

"Yeah, come on you two bimbettes, c'm here, lets have a photo for the family ablum. Well, maybe not the FAMILY album, eh sweet pea ?"

We stood either side of Clifford, his arms around our waists, whilst Leesha lined up the camera. A blinding flash followed.

"Hold on you three, I'll have one for my album as well."

She moved forward and knelt down to take another snap. Leaving the first photo with Clifford to wave in the air and wait for it to develop.

"I don't think we were in the second one Cliffy babe, the camera seemed to pointing straight at Cindy."

"Yeh, you seem to be the flavour of the month sweet pea, hey, we've discovered a superstar Sammi, maybe we should just retire and become the sugar plum's managers ?"

We gathered around to watch the picture emerging, the bright pink of my basque was highlighted by the flash even though it was under the sheer black silk blouse, and both my tight pvc skirt and Sammi's tight silver dress showed the prominent bulges that left our real gender in no doubt. But, boy, did we look foxy or what !

Clifford handed me the photo.

"Something to remember your first 'outing' with sweet pea, but don't you ever let your mother see it or I'll be hung, drawn and quartered, and after that she will really lay into me."

The party was winding down by now, well, I suppose it would be as it was 2.30 in the morning. We all decided it was time to head for home. I tottered off to the toilet to replace my rubber protection, couldn't believe that I had another rigid erection inside my pink silk panties, I had been in this state for most of the evening. Unbelievable. Hobbling back down the stairway I found Clifford and Sammi at the front door, bidding fond farewells to Leesha and her leathered husband. Leesha leant forward as if to peck me on the cheek, but instead whispered in my ear "Phone soon, you sexy bitchboy". I smiled and taking Sammi's hand to steady me, we tottered slowly down the steps, both swaying and giggling from the effects of the drink. Poor Clifford had been on orange juice all night, and so failed to see anything funny in two sexy bimbettes nearly falling arse over head down the steps, but to us at the time it seemed the funniest thing since Laurel & Hardy. He muttered a quiet "Jeeezz" as we poured ourselves into the back of the car, a mass of stocking tops, suspenders and silk panties. I don't remember much of the journey home, I think I must have dozed off. Next thing I remember was Sammi gently shaking me.

"C'mon honeybun, lets get you inside and into bed."

"Mmmm, is that an invitation ?"

"Sweet pea, you really are an insatiable harlot, don't know where you get those genes from, not my side of the family."

Arm in arm Sammi and I made our best effort to totter in a straight line on our heels, but without much success, as it seemed to take an eternity to get through the door and slowly up the stairs. Clifford went off into the lounge to catch the late replay of the match on TV, whilst we continued our stuttering progress of one step up at a time, I seemingly having to lift my legs to chin level to negotiate getting my ballet boots to the next level. We eventually made it to my bedroom, Sammi leaving me at the doorway to totter unsteadily off to the toilet. I turned to look at the reflection in the full-length mirror in the hallway. Mmm, I liked what was staring back at me. The wonderfully made-up face, silver eye shadow, striking cheek blusher and delightful bright red glossy lips. Down over the bright pink basque, gently masked with the sheer black silk blouse, the skin tight black pvc mini skirt, yes, and the bulge was still there even in this state, and the shiny pink silk adorned legs disappearing into the top of the wicked ballet boots. Mmmm, I liked being Cindy. It excited me more than words could tell. Sammi appeared in the reflection behind me, looking glorious in her silver thigh boots and sheath-like silver dress, she stood behind me and gently clasped my waist. We both enjoyed the joint images for a few moments, and then I pressed my pvc encesed bum backwards to rub against the bulge in her tight dress. She groaned. I pressed harder and wiggled my bum against her.

"Oooohh hon, don't tease, that's so nice."

I gyrated my pvc bum some more.

"Cindy Cindy Cindy, oohh you minx, are you sure about this ?"

"Mmm, I'm sure Sammi. If it's going to be anyone for a first time, I want it to be you."

I turned to face her and our heavily glossed lips met again, passionately, tongues probing, hands pulling each other hard against the other. We tottered clumsily into the bedroom, I climbed onto the bed on my knees and started to roll my tight pvc skirt up to my waist, and then gently slithered my pink silk panties down to my stocking tops. Sammi had slid out of her tight silver dress, standing in her thigh boots and looking wonderful in her matching silver undies. Sliding her panties down to her stocking tops she quickly rolled a rubber down her excited length, and reaching into her bag brought out a small plastic bottle. I dropped down onto all fours, presenting my bum framed by the pink suspenders and stockings. Sammi groaned again at the sight so blatantly presented to her. She climbed onto the bed behind me and shuffled up between my stockinged and booted legs.

"Relax hon, this might be a bit cold, just relax totally."

I felt her introduce the bottle neck to my puckered entrance, and as she squeezed it I felt the ice-like sensation as the liquid squirted up inside me. Ohh, it took my breath away for a moment. The bottle retreated and I felt her excited rubbered length prodding at the entrance. I relaxed every muscle in my body. It was suddenly in, feeling it slowly sliding inside me, deep inside me. I whimpered in delight. Slowly Sammi started to gently thrust at me, it was glorious, it was so right, it just felt soooo right.

"Ooohh honeybun, I've wanted you since I first saw you, you're so pretty all dressed up babe, and so hot. This is what all those men at the party wanted to do to you, they all wanted you like this hon, stacked up on those kinky boots, they all had the hots for you babe, wanted to stick their horny cocks up you........."

Oh it felt so good, all silked up and being lusted after, I had caused this cock to grow, and now it was using me to satisfy its lust. Our silk covered legs rubbed together as I was steadily rogered. Sammi suddenly increased the pace, and I realised she must be getting close, I thrust my bum backwards to meet her own thrusting motion, she was whimpering now, until with a series of "Oh yesses" I felt her spurting into the rubber sheath deep inside me. Spurt after spurt, ohh yes, yes, yes.

Sammi collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. I was rock hard and in need of attention. Sammi slowly slid out of me, and I flipped over onto my back, my own excited length waving about and standing to attention.

"Oh you poor thing hon, no need to ask if you enjoyed it after seeing that. How do you want me to do you babe, use my mouth ?"

"No, just wank it for me Sammi, bring me off too."

Still kneeling beside my prone body, her semi hard cock with its teat full of spunk swinging between her stockinged thighs, she gently gripped my rubbered length between finger and thumb and oh so teasingly began to tweak it back and forth. We gazed at each others heavily made-up faces with lust. It was electric. Her finger and thumb continued their ministrations. I thrust up at the teasing digits, trying to speed the conclusion.

"You sexy little tart, trying to fuck my fingers now babe, being fucked up the bum made you all horny, has it ? Need to squirt that badly do you ? Sexy little bitch, had a big stiffy in your silky tarty undies all night haven't you ? I'm going to make that rubber stretch hon, make it stretch as you squirt your juice......"

The finger and thumb had done their work, I thrust frantically up at them as I erupted into the rubber teat, groaning, they continued to milk me as I continued to squirt. Ohh wow. Ohh wow. Oohhh......

Sammi cuddled up beside me. I don't know if I passed out, or just fell asleep, the next thing I knew I awoke, still fully dressed with the exception of the ballet boots, which were lying on the floor beside the bed. God, my ankles ached almost as much as my head. I decided Clifford should carry a health warning, I always ended up with a thick head after he had been round.

I spent the rest of the day dressed a bit more conservatively and could only manage a pair of 2inch heels without my ankles giving out, as I tidied and washed the undies. My mind was totally confused as I went about these mundane tasks. Sammi, Larry, Leesha, which was the right one ? They all turned me on, but were all totally different sexually. How was I going to sort this out ? I decided the only option was to take one at a time, and see where it all ended up. Keep all options open, and enjoy ! Way to go, as Clifford would say.

It was late afternoon that I decided it was sadly time for Cindy to disappear for now, and reluctantly washed off the make-up and changed from the wonderful silk and satin back into denim and cotton. What a downer.

A couple of hours later my parents arrived back from their caravanning weekend, full of tales of bull frogs in the night and cows escaped from the neighbouring field. It was some time later as I was grabbing a beer from the fridge that Clifford strolled through the back door.

"Hiya O wonderful sister of mine, hi swee...er Mark, how you hanging ?"

"Hanging fine, thanks Clifford."

"There you go sis, there's a bottle of whisky to replace the one I drank Friday night, got quite carried away watching those wriggly little fishes and drank a bit too much."

"Thanks Cliffy, you shouldn't have bothered. Thanks for coming round to feed them."

"Yo, no problem, found it quite an education, opened my eyes to a few things. Hey, you know I do a bit of the old DJ malarky, spinning the vinyl in a few clubs now and then ? I was just wondering if the boy here would like to come along a do a bit of roadying for me, you know, a bit of fetching and carrying, help me out as it happens. As its a late finish he can stop over at mine."

"What sort of clubs Cliffy ? They wouldn't be gay clubs by any chance ?"

"Whooa, chill sis, you can't catch 'gay' you know, it ain't a virus. Besides, put your mind at rest that he won't be on the pull in one of those clubs, eh ?"

"Well, I suppose so, if it's alright with him, I don't mind."

"There you go swee...., er you know it makes sense, I'll let you know when the next gigs are. See ya all."

I followed Clifford out the door.

"Thanks Clifford, I owe you one for that."

"One ? Jeez, sweet pea, it's a bit more than one ! Let's say there is a gig next Friday and Saturday, that gives you time to work out which one or your harem you want to make a date with sugar plum. Way to go. And don't forget to feed those friggin' fish !!"

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Still to come from this series:..............'CINDY MEETS LARRY' (that was an evening full of surprises !)......... 'CINDY MEETS LEESHA' (what a rubbery experience).......'CINDY & SAMMI' (both ballet booted and horny).

  

  

  

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