Charisma Part 2

After fondling her breasts and her cock and balls for several more minutes while she probed Tiffany's mouth with her tongue, Charisma allowed her guest to get undressed while she removed her own clothes.

The seamstress was a beautiful woman, for a genetic female, but, of course, she was nowhere nearly as gorgeous as Tiffany. Charisma had big breasts, but they sagged a little, and small discolorations and stretch marks marred the fleshly orbs, and gumdrop-size nipples capped her small areolas. Her belly wasn't concave, like Tiffany's, or even flat; it was plump, as was the small roll of fat above her dark, unruly pubes in which the cleft of her sex was hidden. Her thighs were plump as well, and dimpled with cellulite. Like her bosom, her buttocks were also flabby and bore stretch marks. There were wrinkles, too, in her face and crows' feet around her eyes. It was obvious that Charisma was past her prime, not that she was by any means unattractive.

Tiffany, on the other hand, was amazingly beautiful. Her Valentine's heart-shaped face was framed by long, wavy blonde hair, and she had wide blue eyes and full, sensuous pink lips. Even without blush, her cheeks were apple red. Her somewhat weak, pointed chin gave her a vulnerable quality that made men, and even women, want either to protect her or to ravish her. Her blonde pubic hair formed tight ringlets above her cute, diminutive penis and the small clump of her testicles-filled scrotum. Her long, sleek legs tapered to slender ankles above her small, dainty feet. Her buttocks were smooth and round, full and firm, and made Charisma want, alternately, to kiss and caress them and to spank them fast and hard until they glowed red beneath her smacking palm. Were she a man, Charisma had no doubt but that she'd want to fuck Tiffany even faster and harder with her stiff, swollen cock. Of course, as an enchantress, Charisma could sprout an erect penis in place of her cunt if she wished and, maybe later, she might yet, but, for now, she wanted to enjoy her shemale visitor as a woman enjoys a man or, rather, a lovely creature who was neither male nor female but transcended sex as she did gender.