Ashleigh's Adventures: The Conclusion

By Selbryth Lannigan

With her contribution to the Sex Doll project at an end, Ashleigh nevertheless stays on a little while longer, her relationship with Norman still going strong. But someone else then enters the picture - someone quite unexpected - and things take yet another odd turn. With her usual willingness to please and her goofy hijinks, our t-girl takes up the challenge, but finds herself longing, at last, for home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Jun 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463604144

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2020 by Selbryth Lannigan

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This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

Ashleigh's Adventures

The Conclusion

Ashleigh's Adventures - The Conclusion

It's three weeks later, another Thursday morning I think - no, that's right, a Wednesday - and just like it's been ever since the beta testing on Ashleigh Doll was completed, I'm laying in Norman's bed, hunched up under the blankets and...indulging one of my favorite pastimes, you know?

I'd been first to wake up this time, and as we'd both agreed, the one who wakes up first gets to choose which way to wake the other.

No brainer for me.

So...after sneaking down under the covers, here I am, giving my Normie's handsomely-chubby, chocolate-brown self a nice little wake-up call by going down on his morning erection. He's not overly huge in the cock department - his thing being seven inches long and just about two inches thick - and though it's nice and sturdy and plump, it's pretty comfortable to suck as far as sucking goes.

Plus...another bonus - at least for me: he doesn't just pop awake all of sudden like he normally does and I get to suck and slurp and rub and squeeze him for almost fifteen minutes before he opens his eyes and realizes what's going on.

Ashleigh! he half giggles. For Heaven's sake, girl!

I was almost starting to hope he'd come while he was waking up like that one time, but now that he's awake my mind just snuggles back to other things.

--Like how his thing as just stiffened against the roof of my mouth.

Then he yanks the covers back and I see him looking down at me, grinning. And with the way I'm curled against his side - so hard myself that I have my thing clenched down between my legs so it won't keep trying to flip out and stab him - I can see him even with his dick in my mouth, and so since my little secret is totally blown (or...not) I let his thing slip from my lips and smile up at him.

Mornin' sweetie! I sing, and before he can say another word, I'm back to sucking him again, letting him watch me in side-view.

He does get in some words though; soft, urgent little things like, ..oh my goodness baby...oh your mouth... but it's mostly him catching his breath and sighing, moaning a little.

Then, I don't know how long after, his hands come down, his fingers run gently through my hair, and he finally sits up and grabs my head to make me stop.

Ash! he laughs, and I stop and go and squirm up against him. We hug, I kiss him on the mouth and then, with no shame whatsoever now, he simply reaches down between my thighs and hauls my boner out.

I mean, rude, right? But as he starts squeezing and stroking it I blank out a little, but when he's laying me back, getting over on top of me and my legs, I offer up no resistance whatsoever. I'm just so ready, have been ready since I woke up, and well, my legs just spread outward and upward around him.

The normal morning thing, you know?

My ring is still all gummy-soft and slick from the night before (he'd come in my ass twice after dinner: once on the couch and once in the shower), and I'm ready for him to just slip back in and start enjoying himself. Just a good, hard, morning missionary fuck, you know?

But instead of simply sliding himself in me, he sits back on his heels, grabs my ankles and pulls my feet inwards toward my hard-jutting thing. And because I'm sorta...limber, I guess you could say, he's able to easily get the balls of my feet to press against the sides of my dong, with my cock-head and my toes all sorta lined up in the same direction.

Feels real kinky-cute you know? But then, just out of nowhere Norm - he just...goes down on me; big-toes and all!

So that's the way I finally gush, being sucked 3-wide, but while I'm still squirting he pulls back, hands the holding chores over to me and I keep my toes around the head of my squirting organ while he gets up and starts sawing his own thing over the top of it. Everything's all gooey and slick with cum, but Norm keeps going until the feeling of the underside of his cock sliding against the tip of mine gets to the point where it's almost too much, you know? I mean it's incredible to feel his thing sliding between the tips of my big-toes, but to have it rubbing directly against my oversensitive cock-head at the same time makes the tingles almost painful.

But then he's gushing - strings of goo reaching out and spattering my boobs, dribbling down over my already cum-coated thing and my toes - and Norm's just moaning and catching his breath, his anxious thrusting slowing. I just love watching him come! He has the cutest face when that final barrier gets overwhelmed and everything rushes out, you know? Eyelids fluttering halfway open, eyebrows all scrunched up, cheeks puffing-sucking-puffing as he gasps through his open but pursed lips.

And I love see that first squirt of goo coming out his pee-hole, you know?

So anyhow, when it's over I get myself all unfolded and lay flat on the bed, hardly able to breathe and totally melted. This foot-stuff's not new - I mean him actually fucking my feet or kissing them or sucking my toes or even asking me to give him a foot-job with lots of oil and lots of moaning and squishing and grunting.

But more recently it seems his attention and focus is below the ankles, pretty much, and more times than not I catch him glancing down there - even while at work.

Not a complaint though! I mean, sometimes my toes and insteps are as sensitive as my nipples are, and...all I have to say is that it's pretty frickin awesome - and always special - when someone like Norm includes every part of me when all the yummy stuff starts happening.

But then it's time to get up, shower, get dressed and head back with the cart to the facility.

By this time I've gotten used to just staying out of the way - out of everyone's way - so I take an empty rolly-chair and watch Norm and Lorna and the rest of the techs doing their thing. Like usual, I'm spacing out watching them all hurrying around, and I'm watching Norm and smiling to myself.

I mean, this is the longest amount of time I've spent with a guy, you know? Well, okay, Cori has a penis (and cute kissable little balls) so technically, to some people, she'd be considered a guy. But the thing is, even if she'd been a girl-girl, it would have been the same, just because of the way she is.

...Was....

But as I'm watching Normie going about his business and I'm glancing over through the control room windows at the Ashleigh Doll being, well, tested by a couple of subjects, I'm thinking about why I feel so comfortable around the guy. I finally come up with the fact that he's such a gentleman, you know? Like a throw-back old-school gentleman, and as such he always treats me like a lady.

Even when he's making love to me it's not just pure fucking if you know what I mean. Uh...okay, he really does fuck my brains out every time we're together away from work but...it's more like a husband making love to his wife or something.

And it's not like we've discussed our relationship or talked about taking it to the next level or anything; it's just that warm, comforting feeling that's there when we're together. Like I feel safe in his arms and in his bed, like his masculine vibe, even though sweet and gentle and undemanding, lets my feminine side really come out to the point where I can curl up against him after all the hornies have been taken care of and go to sleep and feel...protected.

A girl is entitled to at least a little bit of that right?

Almost like how it was with Cori; we never talked about taking it to the next level either because...we sorta already were, you know? I mean, yah we were a pair of randy t-girls who could barely keep their hands off each other - and hardly ever did - best friends with benefits you could say, but the only difference between her and me, and me and Norm is that it was more like being equal partners who cuddled and protected each other without this sort of yin-yang vibe you know? We were just two horny tomboyish t-girls who always had each other's back.

Well, you know what I mean....

With Norman though - wuuf! - such a different vibe! I mean, it's real boyfriend-girlfriend kind of stuff you know?

And that vibe is showing up in other ways; just seeping into things. Like the fact that I've been taking more time doing my makeup and stuff - lipstick, blush, the whole works - and that I've started wearing dresses and skirt-blouse combos instead of my regular tee-shirts and jeans. I've also taken to wearing some of my strappy-heels to show off my ankles and toes a little, and when fashion has to take a backseat to comfort, I have a couple of pairs of flats.

Cute ones though, because well...fashion and sex appeal aren't the enemy, you know?

But overall everything's still pretty much conservative so I won't feel either like a dork or come off as call-girl as I accompany Doctor Norman to all these tests and whatnot.

So...

Anyhow I'm sitting there that same day, looking all femme and stuff, trying not to look over at Martha too much - because she gets all flustered-looking