1 comments/ 14072 views/ 0 favorites Just a Gift By: jeeter4u Hello Miss, I am glad you liked the $50- but it was only money. Here is a gift for you that comes from the heart. I am hoping that you won't be reading it any time soon as it might put ideas in your head that I don't intend to put there. It's just a gift. * He was about half way through the NY Times Xword when the phone rang. He immediately recognized his Miss. Micki had a tendency to lower her voice and speak more distinctly when she assumed the role of Miss. "What are you doing cr?" She asked. "Oh, I am about half way through my puzzle; it's a pretty good one for a Tuesday." He said. "Well, honey, I'm glad you are enjoying it because I have been thinking and you know that usually isn't so good for you." "I know that you got a good enema yesterday and I even indulged myself with our new brush since you gave me no reason to use it otherwise." "But, today is another day and one of great importance to me." He responded softly, "You must be thinking about our dinner date with your brothers, right?" "That is correct sweetie, and that's where the problem lies." She replied. He said, "I don't think I understand, Miss." To which his Miss said, "Well, you know how I like everything to be just so when we have these dates with my family. I am having an extra workout at the Y and when I get home I will spruce up my hair so my sisters will feel a tinge of something or another. But, my real concern now is you." "How can I help, Miss?" he said. "Well, my boy, it isn't going to make you happy, but here is what we need to do." With that he had two distinct feelings: One of excitement that could be sensed in a stiffening of his cock, and the other of dread, which caused him to rub his fanny in the places the brush had visited the day before. She continued, "We both know your personality and how it can get you in trouble. As a result, I need to help you see things my way before this evening. Now you haven't done anything wrong and what is going to happen is for your own good and I am sure it will linger with you through the evening and help you control yourself. We wouldn't want to have another Easter fiasco with Pat now, would we? All he could say at the moment was, "No, Miss." "OK," she said, "I want you to disrobe and stand in front of your office door by the filing cabinet and think about all the ways you are going to behave this evening. I should be home in about 30 minutes so that will give you plenty of time to reflect. When I get home I will change into something more comfortable and meet you in your office." He responded, "Very well, Miss, I understand." The thirty minutes went by 60 seconds at a time but to him it seemed a lot longer. Yet, when he heard her come home it seemed like the time had flown by and he could use many more minutes before the encounter began. She went upstairs quietly and it seemed in moments the sound of her high heels was echoing off the kitchen floor. She entered the office, sat on the couch and asked him to turn to her. She beckoned to him with a gloved had and he moved close to her nylon clad legs that ended in a pair of high heels. She took his flaccid penis in her hand and said, "Baby, I am going to do this as quickly as I can but unfortunately I won't be able to make it painless." His cock was stirring in her hand and she went on, "The first thing we have to do is wash you out real good to get all the dirt that might have been missed yesterday. And, knowing how you think, we can even get the dirt that has started to build up even after that enema got most of it." "After that you are going over my lap and I want you to think real hard about how you are going to behave tonight while I give you a good spanking. And, it is going to also serve as a warning of what will come should you fail to impress me with your behavior this evening." Finally she said, "Now be a good boy and get back in your corner while I get things ready for you." Well, you already know what was going to happen so there really isn't much point in going in to the details any further. However, I do want you to know that as a result of his Miss's lesson, he was the model of politeness that evening and his Miss was most pleased - to the extent that she gave him extra special ass time when they got home! Now, for me, that's much better then $50-! All my love, cr Just a Girl Dr. Anna Bellaprio was a professor of Art History. Though she was primarily involved in research, and mentoring graduate students, she taught one undergrad course each semester. The course was not challenging, and the students were not art majors, so most did not have occasion to visit her office. The semester in question, however, a woman student came to her office early in the term. The girl- Odette was her name- was apparently interested in art history, and more specifically, William Turner, Anna's specialty. She hoped Anna would help her explore her interests and teach her beyond the classroom. Something about the girl stirred Anna's memory. After Odette left, Anna thought of an incident when she was at school. It was a brief, sweet encounter with a female graduate student when she was still an undergrad. While Anna cherished this memory, she had not had any further erotic episodes with women. Reminded of the incident, she turned away from her work recalling the events of the evening almost 20 years ago. She and Nadia, whom Anna did not know prior to the encounter, met at an off-campus party. Anna was seated on the floor; Nadia was on the sofa. Everyone was a little drunk including Anna. Nadia was wearing a short skirt. She sat with her legs slightly apart, so Anna could see her flowered panties. It surprised Anna that the sight gave her a certain arousal. Later, as the party wound down, Nadia asked Anna if she needed a ride home. She accepted. They talked about Nadia's graduate work in psychology. Something with monkeys, Anna could not remember. The two of them ended up in Anna's dorm room. She kept some wine in her little refrigerator, so they had a nightcap. The room had a fold-out bed that doubled as a couch; the two women sat there. Nadia asked her if she had ever kissed a woman. Anna had not. Nadia changed the subject and they talked about art which, even then, was Anna's passion. She planned to go to graduate school and then land a faculty position, or perhaps work at a museum. Nadia also had her eye on academia. Anna could remember exactly what Nadia said next, "You know what I really love to do when I'm not torturing monkeys? Well of course you don't. Give back rubs. Would you like one?" "Ok, do you do it through my t-shirt or should I take it off?" "Well I think it is much better when I touch bare skin, but it depends if you're comfortable with that." Anna pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it away, but kept on her bra. She leaned forward on her knees and Nadia moved close beside her. She ran her fingers through Anna's long, wavy black hair moving it aside before she began stroking her fingers across Anna's back. Anna remembered feeling the goose bumps rise. She was relaxed and did not feel uncomfortable, even though it was a new experience. Well relaxed was not the right word, because Anna could feel her face flush, and she was reasonably sure, her pussy was damp. Nadia asked her if she would like her to do her legs too. She rose without speaking and unzipped her jeans, letting them fall. Standing facing Nadia, looking down into her eyes, she removed her bra, her small breasts as pale as the rest of her, contrasting with her dark nipples. Nadia smiled. Anna went to the sofa and laid face down. Nadia sat on the edge, her dress exposing her thigh which touched Anna's. The feel of skin on skin sent an electric shock through Anna's entire body. She felt she might come just from the touch. Nadia gently massaged and tickled her legs, then moved to her feet and toes, and up to her back again. Anna moved her legs slightly apart, and Nadia caressed the smooth flesh of her inner thigh. Time became irrelevant to Anna; she felt like Nadia was creating her anew, and she had no control over the process. Nadia's fingers stopped and Anna felt her lips on the back of her left thigh, her breath hot, a low moan escaping. "I have to go, Anna." As she retrieved her purse, Anna rose and walked to her. They stood facing one another. Anna said "Would you like to kiss me?" Without answering Nadia moved so the cotton of her skirt was flat against Anna's thighs and she felt her mound. Anna's nipples brushed against Nadia's blouse. Standing motionless her lips were inches from Anna's. Both women with eyes open; she put her lips to Anna's, gently kissing. Then- and Anna could still feel a shiver at the image- she slowly slid her tongue into Anna's mouth. Anna responded. After a long, sweet moment, Nadia stopped, stepped back and looked into her eyes, smiled and turned to leave. "Bye, babe". Anna would never forget that moment, but she had not thought of it in years. Now, this memory would forever link Odette to Nadia in Anna's mind. The reason was unclear, but Anna decided it may have involved the slightly exhibitionistic vibrations of both women. Nadia showing her panties and thighs; intentionally or not. Odette bending over Anna's desk to look at a paper and her blouse gapping open so Anna could view her breasts swinging free. Next morning Anna received an unusual hand-written letter in her morning mail. It was from Odette, on a piece of notebook paper. Students did not write letters as far as Anna knew. She was surprised at the quality of the penmanship, as well as, the content. Odette had looked up some of the documents Anna had recommended about Turner. Even more impressive she had read a couple of Anna's papers. One paragraph in the letter read as follows: Dr. Bellaprio, have you considered the homosexual sub-text of Turner's work? I mean look at "Hero and Leander" or "Ulysses Deriding Polyphemus" for god's sake. Ulysses stuck a big stick in his eye, how phallic can you get? Anna laughed so hard, her secretary came in to see if she was ok. So, did the girl have a terrific sense of humor, was she trying to impress Anna, or was she actually intellectually curious? She was suddenly quite interested in the answer to this question. Anna liked the idea of corresponding. It was almost quaint compared to cell phones or email. Each time she went to the university store, she would search the pens, to see if any new kinds had arrived. She had a vast collection, so she took out one of her favorites to compose a letter to Odette. Dear Odette, What an astounding idea. Is this original with you, or did you find it in one of the sources? I am unaware of any scholarly works concerning sexual references in Turner's work- let alone homosexual. Please tell me more about your thoughts. Dr. Bellaprio Dear Dr. Bellaprio, I was in the library reading and a girl I know came over to talk on a study break. She seemed to be flirting with me. After she went back to her carrel, I started thinking about homosexuality. At the time I happened to be looking at the paintings I mentioned to you. So there it is; that's where the idea came from. It's so obvious I'm sure someone must have mentioned it before. O Dear Odette Would you be interested in pursuing these ideas in the formal setting of independent study? This semester you would not get any course credit for your work. But if progress warrants it, next year we could set up a 3-credit hour arrangement. Dr. Bellaprio Dr. Bellaprio Thank you for taking my ideas seriously. I will do some more research and then decide on whether to continue the project. O Anna and Odette continued to correspond frequently and to talk in person occasionally; mostly about Odette's results, but sometimes about personal things. Odette revealed that she wrote stories and poems. Anna asked to sample some of her work, and Odette agreed. Day after next Anna received a note from Odette. The only text was a poem. The title was "The summer lost that was our youth". Reading the verse she felt tears come to her eyes. Jesus how does one so young know these things? Odette had read Anna's heart. Read things Anna didn't know, or had forgotten, were there. Anna was not aroused; she just felt a warm, womanly urge to hug Odette. Next day another note came. It was called "The last Daffodil". This one had a different effect on Anna. The poem had a vaguely erotic sense. She closed and locked the door to her office. Draping the gray suit jacket over the chair, she began unbuttoning her blouse. She unzipped her pants and let them fall to the floor. She sat in the desk chair, thinking about the time 20 years ago with Nadia. Anna unclasped her bra and tossed it away. She looked down, examining herself for signs of aging. She had no children so things didn't look all that bad. Her small dark nipples stood up. She slipped her panties down her legs and off. Her pussy, trimmed but not shaved, shone from the moisture of arousal. She brushed the fingers of both her hands inside her thighs, touching her labia, then her belly, her cheeks and lips. Last she touched her left nipple, sending a charge through her. She loved to masturbate in her office. Even though the door was locked, she sensed a certain dangerous excitement not present when at home. Like parking when you are a kid. Her clit was hard as a tiny pearl, its milky whiteness glowing and growing pink as she stroked it. Her nipples were so sensitive she could only just stand to touch them. In her mind a woman was coming to her, to help her, she needed more than two hands. The woman was familiar, but who was it? The woman kneeling between her thighs lowered her lips to Anna's breasts caressing and sucking. It was Odette. Anna had no control; her fantasy had a life of its own. As Odette stroked and kissed her she came with the intensity that sent her to the floor on her knees, moaning stroking, grabbing her nipples, pinching. Finally she rested face down on the floor. She may have slept she was not sure. When next aware she noticed it was dark outside her window. Fuck. Anna peered into her compact mirror. She looked like shit. Oh well, it was fun. And no one got hurt. Dear Odette Thank you for sharing your poems. Not only are they lovely, but they moved me quite profoundly. Your future may lie in that direction and not art history; probably more exciting anyway. Dr. Bellaprio Dear Dr. Bellaprio It's after 2 and I have had three- I think- rum drinks. So I hope I don't say anything I shouldn't and get in trouble or upset you. Glad you liked my poems. I've got several in the process now and some stories. I'll let you read them when I finish. I love the image of being an artist or poet, but I'm afraid I can't afford that luxury. I'm going to be an electrical engineer, so I can make a living as soon as possible. Or I could dance at a club. I think I would be good at that. I could write poetry during the day and take my clothes off for an audience at night. Hmm. Engineering. Dancing. Tough choice. Odette That afternoon, Odette and Anna talked about her research and agreed that she was making enough progress to justify continuing the project. "I wrote a short story. Would you like to read it?" Odette said just as she was leaving. "Yes that would be nice, Odette. As I said in my note to you, I loved the poems." "Ok, I'll send you a copy." On Wednesday, Odette's story arrived by campus mail. The title was "Shelley's Kiss". In part it read as follows: In heels she was just my height; her lips the color of sunset on a cloudy day. Cheekbones anyone would die for. She was at the mirror adjusting her long auburn hair. She smiled. As I approached her she turned and leaned on the edge of the sink. Her legs were apart, I stood so our bellies were just touching. She looked down at my body and brushed my arms with her fingers, then rested them on my hips. She looked back into my eyes. I leaned closer; our lips touched for the first time. I will never forget that moment. Her sudden intake of breath, our thighs firm against one another, her tongue searching for my parted lips. Her hands grasped my hips pulling me closer. Rubbing against one another; a growing sense of urgency. She reached down and pulled my skirt above my waist, and slipped her fingers inside my panties, tickled my butt with her fingers. There was a knock at the door. "Shelley, hurry up hon, we gotta go, the babysitters going to be worried." And that was it. There was more, but that was the part that struck Anna. At the end there was a lone sentence. "At night I think of you, I see you lying beside me in my arms, we make love, and then sleep the slumber of the innocent." She read the story again. What to do? What kind of response? What the fuck was this girl doing? Was the last sentence meant for Anna? Odette came by that afternoon. They talked about the story in general terms. Anna admitted that she found it erotic. "Have you ever kissed a woman; I mean like a sexual kiss?" Odette asked. Anna hesitated. She felt her face color. Odette was impassive. Finally Anna smiled and said "Yes." "Are you gay?" "No." "Does your husband know about the woman?" "No, it happened a long time ago, before we met." Odette looked past Anna out the window overlooking campus. They sat in silence. "Interesting. I kissed another girl when I was young. We were naïve and were trying to imagine what sex was like. We pretended to be husband and wife. I think about that quite often. It still makes me hot. Do you masturbate?" "Yes." "Really? I assumed when you got married and all, you didn't need to do it any more. When you do it, do you have fantasies?" "Yes." "Me too. I'm going to tell you one more thing then I'll leave you alone. The last time I masturbated I thought about you...and I." Odette looked at Anna apparently waiting for a response. Anna smiled and so did Odette; without speaking, she rose. "Ok, one more thing, and this is hard for me. I'm not who you think I am. I'm not a real student enrolled at the University. I graduated last year from another school and I work over in ____City waiting tables. I sit in on classes for fun, and to learn. I like hanging out at the school, there's a lot of stuff to do, and lots of interesting people. I wanted to let you know all this before we see each other again. If we do see each other. I'm going to tell you another thing. Have you ever seen "Groundhog Day"? I think a lot of people's lives are like that. I don't want mine to ever be like that." Much later Anna still sat in here office. In the dim light of sunset she stared at the glass of whiskey on her desk. The cigarette smoke curled into the still air diffusing to gray haze. She took the cigarette into her mouth and inhaled. She knew she would regret having smoked. She always did. The tears came again. Not sobbing this time, just trickling down her cheeks. In the end what is it we are looking for in life? Anna realized that by seeing Odette, she would take a risk that, if things went badly, could completely fuck up her life. On the other hand what is worth doing? Worth taking that kind of risk. You have to walk down that road alone. Early Friday afternoon Anna left her office for the beach house. She wanted the solitude to work on a manuscript. And to think about where her life was going. She needed to be alone. She decided to take the Interstate instead of the back roads which she usually drove when her husband was with her. She didn't like to travel them alone. Besides it was easier to think on the fast road. She loved the drive to the beach; ordinarily thinking about research ideas or just letting her mind wander. This time, however, she thought of Odette. Life was good and there was no reason to take risks. On the other hand, she had not been this excited about an adventure in a long time. She wasn't sure what Odette had meant about "Groundhog Day", but she had some idea. Some days she felt like it was the same as the day before, and the day before that. Before long the years sort of slipped away. But maybe more importantly, sometimes she found herself acting like she thought she should. Don't embarrass yourself. Don't disappoint your parents. Don't upset hubby. Don't piss off the Dean. Act to make your life easy, pleasant, don't rock the boat. The guy in the movie finally realizes that to get what he really wants he has to be himself, not some fake designed for what he thinks other people want. Anna did not believe in regrets, and therefore, avoided actions she felt she might regret. But she was beginning to wonder if, not taking the risks you thought you might regret, led to regrets of another kind. Like missing out on life's most interesting and exciting experiences. Must be true "sometimes you get what you need." Kind of hard to know what that is, but it might be Odette, or maybe Odette would take her where she needed to go. Only one way to find out. She'd deal with that when she got back on Monday. For now she'd fantasize or daydream, and perhaps think about her work. Not many of the houses on the island were occupied. It was still spring and school was in session so the season had not started. It was Anna's favorite time of the year; warm, but still not crowded. After unpacking the car and opening all the windows, she mixed a large vodka tonic, and sat on the screened porch that overlooked the canal. She finished her drink and the munchies and went upstairs to shower. As she soaped her body, she thought about masturbating, but decided not to take the edge off her sexy feelings. The drink and shower made her feel like she was at the beach for real. She put on one of her old oxford cloth shirts and a pair of running shorts. From the upstairs deck off the bedroom, you could see the ocean in the daylight, and at night it was nice up there to look out over the island or look at the stars. She made another drink and returned to the deck. The next night, after a relaxing day on the beach reading and thinking and napping, Anna had dinner at a small local restaurant. Just as she finished her coffee she saw a woman enter the restaurant. It was Nadia; no it was not it was Odette. Anna felt the blood run from her face. Odette spotted Anna, approached and sat down at the table. "Hi. Surprised to see me, eh?" "Moderately." "Thought so, by the look on your face. You alright?" The waiter came to the table asking if they needed anything. Odette ordered a martini. "Are you upset- my just showing up?" "No, just surprised. I thought you were someone else for a moment. But the more I get used to it the better I like it." "Good. I want to show you something. I need career advice. You know the club down in ____ Beach? They have amateur night there. I think I'll go down and enter the contest. I'd like you to come along." The waiter delivered the martini; Odette took a long sip; all the while looking at Anna for a reaction. Anna called after the waiter. "An Old Fashioned for me. Thanks." The two women sat in silence until the drink arrived. "So if I go, what are my duties?" "Drive and watch. See if you think I could do it professionally. Simple enough." Anna nodded. Odette was wearing baggy silk pants held up by a drawstring, wedge sandals and Hawaiian-style shirt with orchids. "Is that your performing costume?" "Trust me it'll work. You'll like it. If not, you get a full refund from me." At the club, still in the car, Anna donned sunglasses and a hat. A feeble attempt at disguise; on the other hand it was unlikely she would see anyone she knew. She hoped. They entered together and found a table near the back. Odette left to get set for the contest/performance. Two women appeared prior to Odette. They were good dancers, and she thought their acts were traditional stripteases. She found their performances mildly erotic. Apparently law prohibited complete nudity, so they only disrobed to very small panties. Odette's approach was quite different. She simply walked onstage. Still wearing the same outfit; she had put on sunglasses. Facing the audience; motionless at first. Her music started- "Just a Girl". Anna had heard the song, but could not remember the woman's name who sang. Odette's face shone in the lights. The glaze of perspiration giving her an erotic glow. She ran both hands through her hair; her head thrown back. She moved her tongue around her lips, arms now at her side. With one hand she pulled the drawstring and the pants fell to her ankles. Just a Girl My name is Frank. OK, it WAS Frank, until recently, when things...changed. Now, more often than not, I answer to Katie. I know, I know. Yes, I am a guy, technically, but, well...to explain, it's gonna take a story, a loooong story...but not a boring one, I promise! I am a 33-year-old guy from Long Island. I have always been overweight, not great-looking, short, and very insecure, especially about my looks and attractiveness to the opposite sex. Girls have never been attracted to me (and I've always really wanted them to be, always sought approval from girls, which may have been part of the problem, since, as I know a lot better now, girls generally want to be the ones getting approval from guys and they view a guy caring too much about what they think as sort of wussy. Ever since I was little, I have had thoughts about what it would be like to be a girl. I guess because I liked girls so much-the way they talk, walk, dress, act, everything-I became fascinated, almost obsessed, with femininity. I started crossdressing a little at home when my parents weren't around or, if they were home and I had the "urge", I locked myself in the bathroom to do it. I also started sneaking some of my father's Penthouse and Playboy magazines to look at. That part seems normal, right? Wrong-because the prettier one of the girls inside was, the more I wished I could be like her, be her, instead of being with her. The part of the magazines I really enjoyed, though, were the "Forum/Letters" sections, where people wrote in to tell stories of encounters or fantasies they wanted to share. Again, I always imagined that I was the girl in the story, and I was especially taken with any story where the girl was shy and reluctant as sexual things were being done to her, which seemed to be the way it was in a good number of the stories. I found out eventually that a girl being this way, trying to remain a "good girl" while a male overpowered her and had his way with her, was called "submissiveness"...this was often painted as a fetish, or something kinky, but I figured out over time that even the most straightforward sexual situations, where there was no "scene" or 'kink" or such but that a girl was just being "taken" by a guy in whatever setting, featured this element. I realized that most girls, deep down, in those secret places that they only share with their girlfriends and their diaries, were submissive, and both liked and sort of needed to be dominated by boys. This began to explain somewhat my inability to make girls see me as anything other than gross or invisible. Girls wanted a boy who was confident, aggressive, a "bad boy". I was the furthest thing from this ideal, and this was confirmed repeatedly over the years. Sometimes girls who I was friends with ("just" friends, of course) would try to help me when I whined about my luck with other girls, and the advice was always the same-girls love confidence in a guy, you have to be confident, you can't be insecure. Well, sure, it's easy for the confident guys to be confident-they're, like, tall and cute and athletic and uncomplicated. I had no reason to be confident; confidence on my part would have looked even more ridiculous than my wimpy demeanor did-what girl is going to be swept off her little heels by a short, fat guy who everybody in school knows backs down from fights with other guys? Exactly. I also now had a good understanding of why I identified so strongly with the girls in those naughty stories. How could I identify with the guys? I had nothing of what they had-I wasn't tall, strong or confident, I never took control of a situation, and girls never looked at me as someone they could be submissive to. God, what could I do? I was so into girls and their girlishness, and I found that whole dominant male/submissive female "dance" so intoxicatingly sexy, but there was no way I could ever occupy the male role in such a scenario, despite the fact that I was born male. So I did the only "reasonable" thing-I internalized the other side. I began to inhabit the girl role, in my mind, in my dreams, my fantasies. I even learned to masturbate in a way that physically emulated the way a girl touches herself and couldn't get myself off in the "normal" way for years! I had a few relationships with girls but things would get weird when my story, which I would try to repress, emerged. As much as some of these girls tried to deal with my gender issues, eventually they would need someone more masculine to satisfy them and things would end. I always thought that if, somehow, I ever met a girl who I could tell, for certain, was truly attracted to me (especially if she was someone I was really hot for as well), my need to be girlie would fade and I would realize my "normal", true maleness. Well, back in 2001, it happened. I met JoAnnie, a brilliant, creative, deeply wonderful girl who also happened to be an incredibly gorgeous, feminine Latina (my #1 "type"). She was 21, she's 5'4", 122 lbs., with shoulder-length, dark brown hair, big brown eyes, pouty, pink lips, large, round breasts, and long, lean-but-not-skinny) legs. We hit if off great and within weeks we were hot and heavy, and it was clear, from things she said and the general way she interacted with me physically, that she found me attractive and perfectly normal in terms of sexuality. However, there would soon be trouble in paradise. You see, when JoAnnie and I met, I was at perhaps the happiest, most stable point in my life. I was away from the dysfunctional environment I'd grown up in, had a nice place in a nice town, a good job, and I was exercising and eating particularly healthfully, which had resulted in a weight loss that put me at an almost-OK size (these days I'm heavier than I've been in ages). So I was confident and carefree at that time, certainly contributing factors to how attractive she found me. Right around 9/11, however, things started to crumble. Much of my life to that point had been filled with abuse, hardship, and depression; now, it was heading back down that road-I lost several jobs, eventually lost my apartment and had to live in near-squalor, was unemployed and nearly homeless for months, and began eating poorly and gaining weight as well as getting sick a great deal. Relations between JoAnnie and me, needless to say, grew strained, and it became obvious that she was no longer terribly "into" me sexually. Couple this with the fact that, quite frankly, she's model-beautiful and lived in New York City and was hit on daily by a variety of men who were any combination of good-looking, fit, tall, interesting, artistic, spiritual, and financially secure (not to mention the ever-popular "not making her miserable with their problems and insecurities"), and, well, what's a girl to do, you know? I guess JoAnnie could only resist so much before she was overwhelmed by how fun all the attention was, and she started to give in, to date and flirt with other guys. I was never sure how far she went, but it seemed from her demeanor with me that she was just having a bit of fun, not really getting too intense with any of these guys. At this point I suppose you could say I reached a sort of crossroads. I still had an opportunity to assert myself and my manhood and make an all-out, unflinching bid to reclaim my girlfriend. But I found instead that the more I thought about what she might be doing while she was out on dates (she didn't tell me but I knew when she didn't call on a given night, because we always talked at night), the more turned on I would get. Not that I didn't feel jealous, because I certainly did, but it was a jealousy that existed in tandem with a feeling that there was nothing I could do, nothing that she could do, that it was only right that a sexy girl should be out playing with cute boys...and I obviously wasn't the cutest boy she could be playing with. I realized that, despite all the years of being resentful toward girls for choosing other more stereotypically macho guys over me and marginalizing me sexually, that, if I were a girl, I would do the exact same thing, especially if I were a girl in the 99 th percentile of attractiveness (i.e. JoAnnie). So I started tentatively coaxing the details of her dates out of her, like how she dressed, how he treated her, whether he was a good kisser (if he kissed her) and, most crucially, whether he was aggressive with her. I don't know exactly why, but I guess it turned me on to hear about someone else making her feel the way I couldn't. [A note here: I could have broken up with her, yes, but I love her and wanted to try to make things work somehow. She said she did too but for now-which has "now" been at least 3 years-she was going to be dating other men.] JoAnnie was a bit taken aback at first, but for some reason she came around and soon was describing exactly what she did on these dates to me, sometimes over the phone, sometimes in bed with me. She wouldn't let me fuck her anymore, nor would she even think about going down on me, but she did let me go down on her, which is the one thing I do better than most guys-surprise, surprise-and she would play with my nipples (which makes me feel very feminine) as I jerked off as she basically let me know that I couldn't really make her feel the way these other guys did, and that she and her girlfriends had all been giggling and girl-talking for some time about what a sissy I was-because she told them-and encouraging her to go out with more macho guys. Which brings us up to the present. We have been trying to stay together spiritually, but JoAnnie has continued to flirt and play and, well, it's gotten a bit more intense. In the last few weeks, her girlfriends Karina, Melissa and Kathy have been calling and coming over quite a bit, and whenever I see them talking to JoAnnie, they're whispering in urgent breathless bursts. I hadn't been able to catch what they were talking about for awhile-it was schoolgirlishly secretive-but I could detect the unmistakably gushing tone of girl-talk, and it didn't strike me as totally innocent. Then this past Friday, the girls called to tell JoAnnie that they were coming over and apparently asked her if I could give them a ride to the mall. I agreed and in about a half-hour we were on our way. The whole ride over they were giggling and squealing (JoAnnie included) like a hyper cheerleading squad; about what, I couldn't tell at the time because they took care to keep me from hearing. When we got to the mall, the four of them made a beeline for all the stores which carried the cutest, flirtiest clothes in the mall-Forever 21, bebe, Charlotte Russe, Delia's, and, of course, Victoria's Secret. I tagged along like a good boyfriend, trying to take in as much of them shopping (and checking out boys shamelessly) as possible but not wanting to look like a perv (or, worse, more interested in their girlie exploits than a "real man" ought to be). I noticed that JoAnnie was the only one among the girls who was actually trying on outfits, something I found curious. After about two or three hours of this, the girls looked to be as "finished" as four girls with no particular purpose in mind can look. At least, I thought they had no purpose. Little did I know, but I was about to find out. They emerged from their last attraction, Victoria's Secret (I found this a bit odd as JoAnnie doesn't wear fancy underthings that often), muttering something unintelligible, save for the phrase "finishing touches", which I heard clearly. Then I heard Karina insist, "Now you have to go out with him-otherwise the outfit is going to go to waste!" That got my attention but I was still slow on the uptake, stubbornly assuming that "him" referred to me. Before I had much time to turn it over in my head, though, I got another eye-opener. Of a sudden, my girlfriend and her friends were being approached by a guy. A very good-looking guy. A very tall, well-built, confident-looking guy. A very...different-than-me-looking guy. His name was David, and he was 6' 2", about 200 pounds, with a physique that fell somewhere between that of a basketball forward and a football quarterback. He strode cockily up to the gaggle of young ladies, barely offering me a sidelong glance. Obviously feigning surprise, Karina gushed, "Hi, David!!! What a coincidence, we were just talking about you-well, JoAnnie was doing most of the talking, actually." All the girls giggled when she spoke, and JoAnnie began to blush a delicate shade of pink. "What's up, Eni?" he inquired, calling her by the more little-girlish nickname that her friends and family used. "Doing a little-or a lot-of shopping?" Suddenly my fairly-empowered, sophisticated girlfriend began to morph before my eyes into a boycrazy schoolgirl. She looked at him shyly and replied, "Yeah, I guess", even more shyly. He continued to chat her up as if I wasn't even there, really treating me like I might as well have been a girl, one of JoAnnie's girlfriend's, To be honest, I felt that way, too. He then asked her if he could see what she had bought, and she immediately got very bashful, stammering a bit as she started, "I don't think I could, you know, and plus I'm with my boyfriend, so, um-" But before she could protest too thoroughly, her friend Melissa interjected, "Of course you can see, David! But you don't wanna just see them in the bags, do you? I mean, unless you're like Frank." She rolled her eyes at me petulantly as she said this last part, knowing that it would further illustrate the difference between David and me (and serve to empower him and disempower me in JoAnnie's eyes). With that, the girls led JoAnnie back into Victoria's Secret, giggling all the way. I was left to stand there next to David, which made me incredibly nervous, although I wasn't exactly sure why. He just chuckled to himself a bit as we watched them go, taking a seat on a nearby bench. I, however, stood like a statue at the entrance to the shop, looking in intently, waiting to see just what was going to happen here. After what seemed like hours (but was only about 15 minutes), the girls emerged, with JoAnnie sort of hidden behind them. When they got to where David was, they brought her through the circle, and basically presented her to him. David stood up slowly, and though I couldn't really see JoAnnie yet, the look on his face spoke volumes. He began smiling in a self-satisfied sort of way, and I watched his eyes travel up and down my girlfriend's petite yet curvy body. When I finally glimpsed her clearly, I was stunned. JoAnnie was wearing a very tight pink tank-top, really more of a camisole, which said "I like boys" in huge white letters across the chest. It didn't quite reach her waistline, and so a belly-button ring in the shape of a tiny set of handcuffs dangling from above her navel and resting in the recess of it was clearly visible. I didn't even know she had gotten her navel pierced! Next up on the ensemble as you traveled down was a baby-blue denim mini with a little white lace ruffle about the hemline. JoAnnie also was wearing shimmery, sheer, pink (!) stockings, and there was no naughty mystery as to whether they were thigh-highs or pantyhose, because the skirt was so brief that it betrayed her modesty and revealed her lacy, ultrafeminine stocking tops. As if this wasn't flirty enough, the girls had gotten her into a pair of hot-pink legwarmers and a little pair of baby-pink anklets with lace trim, leading her feet into 5-inch pink high heels that were open-toed and had a clear heel. I noticed then that the stockings were the newer kind that left the toes bare, so that a girl who wanted to be so girlie as to wear hosiery and show off her pedicure simultaneously could do so. JoAnnie's toenails matched her fingernails, which matched her glittery eyeshadow, blush and shiny, wet lipgloss-all a baby-pink that made her look about sixteen. To really put the proverbial exclamation mark on the sentence, she had done her hair up in pigtails, held by strands of pink (what else?) ribbon, and she was wearing around her neck a little pink plastic baby pacifier on a string. JoAnnie's outfit, all by itself, made her appear to be completely submissive to David purely by way of its incomprehensibly girlie nature. I could only imagine how it made her feel. Everyone involved was silent for a long minute, until Kathy asked David, rhetorically, "So, do you like it?" "Whoa. You look like an absolute doll, Eni, literally." My girlfriend protested, "David, please don't call me Eni, I'm not a little girl." I could tell she was trying desperately to maintain some measure of control now, but her plea came out sounding like nothing so much as whining-she may as well have stamped her foot when she said it. "OK, sure, whatever, Eni!" he replied, teasingly emphasizing the fact that he intended to continue to do and say exactly as he pleased, especially if it made JoAnnie feel embarrassed. David had essentially put her on notice that, in his eyes, she was, indeed, a little girl who had no power around him, no say. Knowing JoAnnie, I waited for her to assert herself against his cocksure swagger. What she did instead amounted to a turning point in my life and in hers. In rapid sequence, JoAnnie displayed the following repertoire of body language: she blushed, she giggled, she bit down on her lower lip, she pouted, she looked up at him with her big brown eyes (doubtless silently aware that, even in super-high heels, she had to look way up at boys like him because she was so small), she batted her long, mascara'd eyelashes at him, she fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, she adjusted her stockings, and, finally, she submissively put her hands behind her back and left them there for the rest of the time they spoke. It was quite a tour-de-force performance of coquettishness, and the gesture it culminated with-Eni putting her hands behind her-was arresting on several levels. Firstly, it displayed her in a most fetching way, insofar as her tits were pushed out solicitously toward David while her shoulders and ass were pushed back, in an almost-frightened retreat which made her look like a little bunny afraid of a fox. Second, it sent out a strong, clear signal that she knew she was powerless to prevent David from doing to her whatever he wished, and that she wasn't even going to try. I mean, if a boy wants to kiss you, touch your breasts, undo your top, go up your skirt, etc., and your hands are clasped firmly behind your back, how on earth are you going to stop him? David clearly enjoyed and picked up on all of JoAnnie's little signals, and once she put her hands behind her, I could tell that he felt-quite correctly-like he was in control of my girlfriend. At this point I felt like perhaps it was time I did something. I stepped up to him, trying to convey assertiveness as I said, "Look , I don't know who you think you are, dude, but JoAnnie-that's her name-is my girlfriend and she doesn't want some jock like you ordering her around, and-" David didn't let me finish my wussy tirade, pushing me to onto the bench with one strong motion and instructing me-warning me, really-to "shut up, you little bitch! I wasn't talking to you! Eni's little friends here told me all about you, how you don't know how to be a man, how to make a girl feel like a girl, how to take charge. They said even your own girlfriend-well, your ex-girlfriend, that is-says that you'd make a better girlfriend, that they all giggle and make fun of you when Eni here confesses to them how you never, ever tell her what to wear or what you want her to do! You can't even call her 'Eni', 'cause you think it's demeaning to treat her like a little girl, right? Right?!?" I just nodded and murmured, "Y-y-yeah, I guess so." He continued, "Well, some girls-most girls, actually-love it when guys-well, guys like me, anyway-take charge of them and treat them like little girls. That's why a girl who's already all grown up would dress up like a little princess-just to look pretty and submissive for cute boys, especially a bad-boy like me. Isn't that right, Eni?" Just a Girl JoAnnie hesitated for a moment, looked at me, then at her girlfriends, and finally at David. When she looked in his eyes again, I knew what she would do. She gushed, breathlessly, "Yes, David. I love it when boys take charge of me and treat me like a little girl, and I dress up like a little princess just to look pretty and submissive for cute boys, especially a bad-boy like you, David", adding, just for good measure, "I would never dress like this for Frank!" She was almost moaning as she said it, and she looked right up at him with those innocent doe-eyes as she did, obviously trying to be as pretty and feminine as she could. She honestly sounded like she was about fourteen. David looked over at me, then looked back at JoAnnie, eyeing her tight top. "Tell me what your shirt says, Eni." She looked down shyly, and David snapped, "Don't look down, you know what it says. Keep looking up at me and say it." He tilted her chin upward so she had to look up and her cheeks turned pink for the thousandth (but surely not the last) time that day, as she cooed, girlishly, "I like boys!" David was stroking her tummy lightly now, playing with her navel-ring and tracing the flirty words across her bosom with his large fingers. "And, compared to me, what is Frank?" he demanded. JoAnnie's friends giggled as they looked at me dismissively, no doubt urging her on to answer David "correctly". "A girl", she said simply. "A sissy-little girl." "Repeat after me, Eni: 'My name is Eni and I'm just a girl.'" She babbled, cutely, "But I-I'm not-I can't-" and David shut her up by doing something which made her blush profusely-he took that little pacifier she had around her neck and pushed it into her mouth, holding it there for a second. "Relax, Eni. I know you're nervous about what's about to happen to you, but you need to calm down. Just suck on it like a good little girl until you can say what I told you to, 'k?" Eni did as she was told, nursing on the pacifier as her choppy breathing slowed gradually. "Besides, you'll need to practice anyway." She blushed again, obviously not so innocent that she didn't know what he meant, and fluttered her long lashes prettily as she slowly but surely succumbed to David's masculine power. "Now then", he began, almost professorially, "is Eni ready to be a proper young lady?" She nodded her head in assent, and he yanked the pacifier from between her glossy lips. "Say it. 'My name is Eni and I'm just a girl'". Hands still behind her back demurely, JoAnnie-I mean, Eni-obeyed her gorgeous new boyfriend and repeated exactly what he told her to, word-for-word: "My name is Eni and I'm just a girl." The only embellishment she made was that little stress on the word 'just' that suggested nothing so much as an acknowledgement that she knew her place and knew that he was totally in charge of her now. The matter settled, David put his hand around the back of Eni's waist, gently but firmly urging her forward as he clasped her hands, which were still bound behind her by no more bondage than her own instinct to be his little girl. David let her know wordlessly that he wanted her hand, and she limply let him take it. Eni was in a bad way at this point, her eyes and mind visibly glazed over with lust and a feeling of utter vulnerability. Then he told her-ordered her, really-to "say 'bye-bye' to your ex-boyfriend, Eni!" She looked back over her shoulder, waved in that girlie way-opening and closing her tiny hand-that is just one of a million ways that boys and girls are different, and, in a taunting, sing-song voice, said "bye-bye, Frank, gotta go now!" as matter-of-factly as if she were going out to pick up some groceries. I tried one last time to reclaim her, weakly appealing to her kind heart, saying, "Eni, I mean, JoAnnie, what are you doing, how could you-". She quickly cut me short, again teasing: "I have no choice, Frank. I have to go with David now and I'm gonna do everything he tells me to-everything-and I-" I interrupted, panicked, imploring her, "But why?!? Why do you feel like you have no choice?" In the most valley-girl, 'well, duh'-voice I'd ever heard out of her, she replied, "Because he's a boy and I'm, well...I'm just a girl." The girls' giggles were now almost cheers as we all watched David lead Eni-literally-out of the mall by the hand, pulling her along like a little babydoll and her "letting" him, trailing behind him subserviently. It was clear to anyone with eyes that David was in complete control and that Eni was being totally submissive to him. As I watched Eni nearly skip away with David, her high heels clicking on the hard floor, I realized I was incredibly humiliated and jealous-understandable, right?-but that I was also unbelievably turned on, to the point that my chest almost ached. The other girls flitted merrily away, offering me one last chorus of derisive giggles, obviously amused at how easy it had been for another guy to steal Eni away from me. Not knowing what else to do, I left to begin the quick trip home alone. A few minutes after I arrived, my cellphone rang with an unfamiliar number. I answered, my voice breaking a bit as I was in a delicate state. "Hello?" "Hey sissy, listen to this. Tell your ex-boyfriend what you're doing right now, Eni". My girl-um, ex-girlfriend came on the line and spoke, still affecting (it couldn't have come naturally, could it?) that ditzy-little-girl tone. "I'm up against the wall, looking straight up at my new boyfriend, and my hands are still behind my back-and now they're handcuffed there, so I couldn't move them if I wanted to...and, anyway, I don't want to, so..." Eni trailed off teasingly and I asked her how she could like being handcuffed, and she again replied like it was completely obvious: "'Cause, it makes me feel more like a girl, y'know, knowing that a boy has me locked up like that". I was starting to feel flushed as I heard David returning to the line. He told me that Eni had confessed to him on the ride to his place that she's never felt as much like a girl with me as she wants to and that the more her girlfriends had been pointing out little things they'd noticed about her that they thought indicated that she was submissive and needed a more aggressive guy to "take" her from me, the more she'd begun to fantasize about just that. Further, she had admitted to David a number of specific fetishes or scenarios that excited her greatly to imagine, including a guy telling her exactly how to dress for him and then teasing her through each delicate garment as he removed it from her body, being totally dominated while I was forced to watch "as one of her girlfriends", and a general fascination with how it would feel to have a boy "make" her go down on him (on her knees, hands still behind her, looking up) and "make" her swallow his come (something I never, ever would have thought of her). When he asked her if she thought I could "make" her do those things, David said, she just giggled like a brat. Then, suddenly, David was speaking more sternly as he suggested-strongly-that perhaps I would like to come over to his place and help to fulfill the only one of Eni's fantasies I "possibly could". I knew he meant to fuck her in front of me, though I was a bit unclear in terms of the "as one of her girlfriends" part. When I asked what was going to happen he just laughed roughly and told me to get my "fairy ass" over there quick, saying, "And bring some of your 'secret' clothes-don't try to pretend you don't know what I mean because Eni already told me she's caught you crossdressing before". I hung up the phone and went hurriedly to my room to find some of "Katie's" things (Katie is my favorite name to use when I pretend to be a girl)-a white camisole with spaghetti straps, a little flared cotton miniskirt, some white stockings, a cute pink bra & panties, and a pair of size 9 ½, 3" heels that lace up the ankles. Oh, and a shoulder-length, blonde wig I bought recently. I drove fast to David's house, my knees shaking. I didn't know why, but I was starting to obey him just like Eni was! I rang the bell with my bag of clothes in hand, and David came to the door in a pair of jeans and sneakers, his shirt already off. I was more impressed with his body than I'd like to admit and I was sure that Eni was extremely attracted to him. He directed me up the stairs to his bedroom, where I found Eni against the wall, just as she had described. The only change in her look was that her lipgloss looked a bit messed up. She looked at me only for a second, then made a point of returning her swooning gaze to David's eyes. David instructed me coldly to empty the contents of my bag on the floor. He inspected each piece of female attire for a moment, then ordered me to put it on. First I slid on the pink boyshorts and the large, matching bra, then I had to slide the thigh-highs up onto my relatively smooth legs. Next came the skirt, which I zipped into place in back, followed by the sheer cami. I laced the heels around my calves carefully, and once I straightened my wig, I was done. Eni was giggling the whole time, obviously a bit embarrassed that she had thought someone like me could be her boyfriend. David asked her what she thought of me now, and she said that she knew now for sure that she could never, ever be my girl again, and that she was "David's now". I was then instructed to sit in a wooden chair in the corner, hands folded demurely in my lap, legs crossed daintily at the ankles. I reluctantly obeyed. David walked back over to Eni, took her adorable face in his hands firmly, and began kissing her passionately. She lost her breath for a second, gasping just as his mouth met hers. As they kissed, David pressed his lean body against hers, crushing her against the wall. Eni closed her eyes as she started to get lost in his kisses, but he stopped suddenly and said, sternly, "Keep your pretty eyes open, Eni, and look up at me when I kiss you. I like to know what a girl is feeling when I play with her, and I can always tell how hot I'm getting her by what her eyes say and do". She did as David told her, opening her innocent eyes wide and locking them on his, and I swore I heard her moan slightly as he explained to her what she had to do. David reached down and caressed Eni's long legs through the material of her shimmery pink hosiery, and this seemed to drive her crazy for some reason-maybe a guy using her seemingly-innocent underthings to arouse her seemed particularly naughty to her-and she started rubbing her legs together as he made his way up her skirt, tickling the tops of her stockings and coming dangerously close to her ass and pussy. Then he moved his hands up from Eni's legs to her waist, then up her sides to her shoulders, easing the straps of her top off of her and exposing her breasts for the first time, covered only by her barely-there bra. Her lingerie was the one thing she had on that only she and her friends had gotten to see, and I winced when I beheld her bra. It was hot-pink with ruffled straps and it was so sheer as to be completely see-through. David told Eni to tell him that she wore it "just for him", and she did: "I wore this bra just for you, David". Then, remembering what she had told him earlier, he told her he was "letting her" leave it on for now and began to rub her nipples with his thumbs through the thin, silky fabric. Eni immediately started to squirm, as it must have felt wonderful to have her sensitive tits touched through her filmy, skimpy bra. Again, I heard delicate little moans start to escape her throat as he made his ministrations on her young breasts. She was struggling a bit now, asking him meekly to "stop, I can't take it, I don't-" but David told her again that she needed to remember who was in charge, and that as long as he wanted to play with her tits this way, there was nothing she could do but let him. He ordered her to say that she loved it when he played with her tits through her pretty pink bra, and she said it immediately, "I love it when you play with my tits through my pretty pink bra". Eni got very shy each time David made her say something, but it seemed like a coy act, because she seemed to get very excited every time she found herself "repeating after him". David teased her nipples this way for a good 10 or 15 minutes, alternating between kissing her (hard) and telling her what to say. He would make her say things like "I'm a cute little schoolgirl who's totally boycrazy", "I love dressing up and looking pretty just for boys", "I'm such a girlie-girl" (emphasis his AND hers), "My whole purpose in life is to flirt with boys, look cute for them and please them", "I'm a total flirt", and, of course, her default stock phrase, "My name is Eni and I'm just a girl", which was delivered each time she said it with an higher, girlier pitch than before. Eni got more and more flustered and flushed as she repeated these things, almost as if she was becoming brainwashed into accepting that they were true. Also, notably, Eni had been increasing the intensity with which she was squirming against David's pelvis as he leaned against her body. I don't think she even realized she was doing it, but he certainly did. Then, abruptly, David stopped making out with her and stood back a bit. He ordered her, dispassionately, "Get down on your knees, Eni". She was startled and said, "On-on my knees? Now? But-" David cut her off harshly and reiterated his command. "Now, Eni, get on your knees. I'm not going to ask you again". Suddenly innocent again, Eni continued to protest. "But why? What are you gonna-" Impatient with her, David placed his big hands on Eni's small shoulders and physically forced her to the ground, her weak knees buckling under his strength. "Eni, are you forgetting yourself already?" he intoned. "I know that both your girlfriends and I made it clear to you that when you go out with a boy like me that there are rules. Rules that I make and the girl follows. Understand?" "Y-yes, OK", Eni stammered. David continued, "Also, I thought you understood this part, but I guess I'll have to tell you explicitly. You are just a girl, Eni, and girls, deep down, are really nothing more than little babydolls for boys like me to play with. Now, a doll can't control what she does, right, Eni?" "No", Eni replied softly. "And a doll can't dress herself, or even choose her own outfits, right, Eni?" "No, I guess not", Eni answered, with the scantest hint of annoyance. "The answer is 'no', Eni. Say 'no, a doll can't dress herself or even choose her own outfits'". Eni begrudgingly repeated what she was told to. "A babydoll can't even talk unless she's programmed what to say, and until someone pulls her little string, and then she can only say those things, right, Eni?" "Right", she answered, more quick and bright. "So as long as you're on a date with me, you have to repeat everything I say, and you can't say anything else. Got it?" Eni was silent. She was totally obeying him-by not talking, because he hadn't "pulled her string"! David got it and let her off the hook, ordering, "say 'yes', Eni". "Yes", she nearly whispered. "Good girl, Eni.", he said paternalistically. Satisfied, David resumed his previous actions. With Eni on her knees in front of him, David wedged one of his muscular legs against her crotch, so that it was up her little skirt and pressing against her pussy through her panties (assuming she was wearing any, which I certainly hoped she was). He then fetched her purse and started to search through it. "Tell me where your lipgloss is, slut!" he barked. Eni nervously replied, "I-I don't have any with me...I bet the sissy over there has some though!" I couldn't believe she'd said such a thing! David turned to me and asked me if it was true, and I meekly produced a tube of Maybelline "wet-shine/diamond-shine" lipgloss, which he snatched from me. He walked back over to Eni and proceeded to fix her lipgloss for her, applying several thick coats until her mouth was glistening a moist, shiny pink. Eni blushed the whole time he did this, and for the third or fourth time I heard a tiny moan betray her. David caught it this time and said, "Yeah, little girl, that's right, moan for me". Eni tried to say something through the lipgloss being applied to her lips, but David asserted, "No, no. Don't talk, Eni. Just moan." Eni began moaning, ever-so-whisper-softly, as she looked up at him. "Good girl, Eni", he said again, this time almost patronizingly, which she actually seemed to like. Then David walked over to me and ordered me brusquely to unzip his jeans. I started to argue but he smacked me across my face, shouting, "I'm not gonna tell you again, undo my fly, sissy, now!" I quickly fumbled his zipper down. He grabbed my hand and forced me to pull his hardening dick out of his boxers, then slapped me once more for good measure. Cock out, he returned his attentions to my-I mean, his girlfriend. Now it was time, David said, for Eni "to really be a good girl". He told her, flatly, to open her mouth. She bit down on her bottom lip flirtatiously but closed her mouth tight. David repeated, "Open your mouth, Eni. Now". Eni again resisted, shaking her head 'no' as she looked downcast shyly. She was apparently trying to appear empowered, to make one last stand at salvaging some vestige of autonomy, but it was going to be hard to convince this dominant bad-boy of such a thing when her pigtails were bouncing girlishly on her shoulders as she shook her head, and when girlie little moans issued from her lips whenever he gave her an order. Weary of her ineffectual attempts at resistance, David did something I'd read about in old magazines but never realized how almost sadistically sexy it was until I saw it firsthand. He reached down and pinched Eni's little button nose shut so she couldn't breathe unless she opened her mouth. Now she was stuck, but Eni could be very stubborn. She looked up at David but kept her mouth clamped shut, defying him. "Eni, it's just a matter of time", he taunted her, "you're going to have my cock in your mouth, sooner than later, so you might as well give in". Eni continued to refuse to submit to his naughty directive, but I could see she was starting to have trouble breathing. David was right; it was just a matter of time. Eni held out longer than I thought she would, and David got very annoyed. I knew he was going to up the ante in some way. As if on cue, David increased the force with which he was pinching Eni's nose, and, slightly injured, she gasped out in pain. In the nanosecond that her lips parted, David stuffed his very long, very thick penis into her reluctant mouth. His cock had been growing by the minute as he played out this little drama with Eni, which I'm sure resulted in an even more intimidatingly full mouth for her to deal with than she might have feared. David grabbed hold of Eni's hair, taking a pigtail in each hand, as he used them to help him fuck her mouth. She began to moan involuntarily around his dick. Then David started talking to her again, coaching her, talking her through her first real blowjob while simultaneously embarrassing her with his teasing words. "That's-a-girl, Eni, good job, keep sucking it, suck harder", he groaned. "Suck on it like a little girl with a big, yummy lollipop". His words quickly started to have an effect on her. She began to grind her pussy against his strong calf through her panties, her skirt flipped up over her waist. "Down your throat, Eni, take more of it. I wanna hear you gag on my cock. Moan and gag for me, Eni. Show me what a good little girl you are, deep-throat my dick. You taste my precum trickling down your throat, right, Eni? Well, there's lots more where that came from, and you're gonna take it all." Just a Girl When he said that, Eni began to blush a bright pink hue that made it apparent that the idea of doing that both embarrassed and excited her tremendously. She started to buck her hips a bit with every stroke of his cock into her throat, no doubt matching his rhythm with that of her pussy against his leg. David clearly got a jolt of electricity in his cock when she blushed, some combination, I guess, of the sheer warmth of the blood rushing to her cheeks while his dick was poking them and the psychological knowledge of how she must be feeling if she was blushing. Whatever it was, it was pushing David very close to the edge. David thrust his cock into Eni's throat a few more times, then he eased back as he spoke in labored breaths. "I'm gonna come now, Eni, and you're going to swallow every hot, thick, creamy drop of my come. You have no choice-you're just a girl, and that's what girls are for. It's one of the rules, Eni. Any girl that goes out with me has to drink my load." As he spoke, Eni was moaning and squealing with absolute lust. David continued, "That's right, Eni, keep moaning, you're gonna moan it all in, every drop. There's nothing you can do to stop this from happening, it's going to happen. My semen is going to be inside you, and you're gonna suck it all down like a good little comeslut. You're my little comeslut, right, Eni?" he asked urgently. He pulled out of her mouth long enough for her to answer, "Yes, David, I'm your little comeslut!" Then he reinserted his dripping cock in her wet mouth, but only about two inches or so. He spoke, like he was the teacher and she the little schoolgirl kept after class, "That's right, Eni, you're gonna take it all, but I'm not gonna let you deep-throat me and have my come slip straight down your throat. I'm gonna keep just the head of my big dick in your pretty mouth so that when I come, you really feel it filling up your mouth, sliding around your tongue, trickling down your throat as you try to stop it. You're going to be forced to totally acknowledge just what you're doing, what a bad girl you're being, and you're going to have to actively swallow it to get it out of your mouth, feel it pouring down your throat, feel it filling your tummy. Got it?!?" Eni moaned the cutest, softest, most girlish little "mm-hmm!" in assent to David lesson, and this sent him over the top. He yelled, "Now, Eni, here it comes!" and his cock opened inside her mouth, his balls beginning to empty into her. Eni, clearly embarrassed to an unprecedented degree at how submissive she was being, tried gamely to pull away as he came. But David was too quick and too strong for her, grabbing her pigtails to keep her mouth squarely on his cock and pulling them roughly to hurt her just a bit, so she would know he was in charge of her. Eni let out a muffled cry of pain while, simultaneously, she moaned like a slut as his come flooded her mouth warmly. "Swallow, Eni, swallow it all, keep swallowing, there's lots more coming, Eni, you have to make room for it, be a good girl, don't you dare miss a single drop of my load!!!" Eni kept her pretty eyes locked on David's as she gave in and obeyed completely, swallowing quickly and frequently so that she could accommodate the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth spurts he shot into her waiting mouth. When he finally was spent, David pulled his only-slightly-softening penis from between Eni's lips, tracing them with his cock like a lipstick and slapping her cheeks with it to further humiliate her. He scolded her for letting a bit of his come leak out of her mouth, and he scooped it up from her chin and her tits and force-fed it to her. She lapped it off of his large fingers and swallowed it down, hungrily and obediently. David ordered, "Say 'I'm nothing but a little comeslut and now I know what it really feels like to be a girl'". Eni, of course, reluctantly purred out the words he told her to, upon which David hoisted her up off the floor, uncuffed her hands, and made her grab hold of a pillar in the middle of his bedroom, really more of a pole. He walked over to me and demanded that I stand and turn around, and then he pulled my hands behind me and handcuffed them together in one swift motion. He dragged me over to where Eni was standing and had me stand about ten feet away. He pulled Eni's top and bra the rest of the way off of her, then went up her little skirt to slide her now-very-wet thong panties (which had an actual, working zipper down the front) down her legs, leaving Eni in just her skirt, stockings, legwarmers, socks and heels. David had her bend over so that her cute ass was pointed towards him and he came over to me, instructing me to get his fingers wet so I could help him "lube her up". He jammed his hand into my mouth, and I reluctantly, disgustedly licked and sucked on his fingers, which still bore the strong taste of his come, until he signaled for me to stop. David then stated that it wasn't going to be enough to get her ready for his huge cock, that she wasn't used to a real man after being with me and that he was going to hurt her pussy and ass (ass?). This was all obviously for show, as Eni was soaking wet between her legs, possibly from having come all over her panties as she pushed her pussy against David's leg. Nonetheless, he insisted that I "get his dick wet" directly, and suddenly I was being pushed to my knees, much as Eni had been. David positioned me so that I was in Eni's line of sight (something I really didn't want) and said "I hope you were paying close attention when your ex-girlfriend was sucking my cock, sissy-um, well, what's your real name? You need a girlie name because there's no way I'm giving you the respect of calling you Frank when your wearing a blonde wig and your legs are shaved", he taunted. "Pick a girl's name-or do you have one already?" His pitch escalated, suddenly intrigued by such a notion. I insisted nervously that I definitely did not, that I wouldn't go that far, or whatever, but Eni, no longer loyal, no longer mine betrayed my confidence, announcing, "Yes, you do! Yes, he does, David! He-she, I mean-does have a girlie name. And it's really girlie, too!" "Why, thank you, Eni!" David said, "Thank you for being so honest, when your girlfriend here couldn't seem to find the courage. I guess she's just shy, right, Eni?" " Very shy", she giggled derisively, no doubt alluding to my lack of masculinity. "Well?" David asked. "What is her name, Eni?" I was so embarrassed but there wasn't much I could do to keep him from finding out now, so I steeled myself for the humiliation. "It's Katie", she gushed, "can you believe it? Is that not the sissiest, girliest little name in the whole world?!?" Eni's question was obviously rhetorical and David didn't waste time answering. Instead, he gazed down at me imperiously, held his amazing cock (which had never actually gotten soft after he ejaculated in Eni's mouth) in front of my lips, and ordered me to say 'My name is Katie and I'm just a girl'. "And you better sound like a girl when you say it!" he barked. I opened my mouth hesitantly to obey him and as I said what he told me to in the daintiest voice I could muster, he pushed his cock into my mouth, gagging me immediately. He pulled it back for a moment, giving me relief, but quickly returned to fucking my throat, seemingly getting off on making me choke on his dick. All throughout this affair, Eni had been encouraging David, and even her girlfriends, to basically treat me like a girl (that is to say, dismissively). Now, however, that she was watching me, wearing a skirt and heels, letting a guy shove his cock in my mouth, she gasped in a mix of amusement and embarrassment. She knew deep down, as I did, that I would never be able to make her feel like a girl, and that, abstractly speaking, I "might as well be a girl" myself. But this was different; this was real. I could see in her big, wide eyes that she was a bit squeamish at seeing me talk like a girl, walk in heels, obey a boy, etc., that it actually upset her a bit because I had, supposedly, been her boyfriend. But something else flashed across her eyes too, and it struck me that she seemed to be getting even more turned on now, that somehow the fact that David could make a guy-me, the guy she had been "with"-behave like a submissive girlie-girl, made her feel even that much MORE submissive to him, even more girlie by comparison. If a guy could make another guy act feminine and flirty and follow his orders, imagine what he could do to a real girl like her-absolutely anything, really, that he wanted to! David pushed his cock in and out of my mouth for a few minutes, enough to get him very wet and slick (and hard), and then he returned his attentions to Eni. She, of course, had remained in the same slutty position all the while, holding onto the pole with both hands while showing off her ass and long, nylon-encased legs for him (only for him, of course). David spread her legs further apart and Eni wobbled a bit on her high, high heels. He instructed her to arch her back more and to relax. Eni let out a deep sigh, and at the very end of her exhalation, David entered her pussy, hard. Eni caught her breath as David filled her, and she began to whimper a bit as he fucked her slowly but deeply. I knew I was to kneel there and watch him take her, so I did just that. Eni was moaning now in an almost distressed way; apparently David was so big that it hurt her, and he picked up on this. "Am I too big for you, Eni?" he teased her. "Can't you take it? I thought you were a good girl, a little plaything for boys! Remember your shirt? I know how much you 'like boys', Eni. Aren't you used to taking a big cock in your pussy? Didn't Frank fuck you like this?" Eni was silent until he asked her that. She replied, "NO! No, of course not, Frank never fucked me like this, how could he? I mean, she!" Suddenly, Eni didn't need to be told what to say; she was a little babydoll that was just spitting out all her cute, naughty phrases, one-by-one. "Katie's just a little sissy girl, and I need a bad boy like you to fuck me hard and deep and come in my mouth and make me feel like a girl! Frank never made me feel like that, that's why you made him be a little girl now! You're in charge of both of us, David, Katie and me! We're both just little girlie-girls and we both have to do whatever we're told by big, strong boys like you!" David told Eni that she was right but that he hadn't told her to say those things, and so she had to be punished. He picked her up like a ragdoll and carried her to his bed, throwing her down on it. He pushed her face down into the pillow and began spanking her round ass as hard as he could. He ordered Eni to say that she was "sorry for being a bad girl and talking out of turn" each time he spanked her, until she was again speaking in the hypnotically girlish tones of an utterly powerless doll. Then David flipped her over so that she was on her back, and I could tell that she felt supersexy as he lifted her legs up over his shoulders with her thigh-highs and strappy heels still on. Leaning in so that he could look right at her intensely and kiss her when he felt like it, David resumed fucking her drenched pussy. He was clearly very excited at having such a young little hottie under his command this way, and every time he would look over at me to make sure I was watching them intently, he would increase the force with which he pounded her pussy. I had the feeling that he was getting very close to coming again and I was worried that he was going to lose it and shoot his load in Eni's pussy, which I knew, all fantasies aside, that she would not want. Those fears were soon replaced by ones of a different sort, as David pulled his cock out of her abruptly, then rose and turned to face me. His enormous, engorged cock in his hand, David grabbed my fake blonde hair (how glad I was that I'd fixed it in place with cute little clips) and tilted my head back, pushing the leaky tip of his cock against my painted mouth. He reached down and pulled my top up, searching for and finding my little nipples and teasing and pinching them through the thin, lacy bra I'd worn for him. I began to breathe heavier and lose my composure as he played with my "tits" while fucking my mouth, making me feel so much like a girl that it was almost unbearably sexy. I tried, just as Eni had, to play 'little miss innocent' and resist him, but the energy he had built up fucking my now-ex-girlfriend overwhelmed me, and, involuntarily, my lips parted. David's cock filled my mouth and he quickly wheezed out the same instructions he had given Eni-that he was going to come right on my tongue and that I was going to be forced to taste and savor his manly essence, and that, of course, I had no choice whatsoever but to swallow every ounce of his load. "You and your 'girlfriend', Eni-and you know what kind of girlfriend I mean-are gonna have a great, hot little story to pass notes in school about tomorrow, Katie", he teased me. I felt myself blush, just like a girl would. I wanted to please him and let him know that I knew he was in charge of me, that I knew that I was a girl at heart, so I started moaning demurely for him as he slid his dick in and out of my newly-feminized mouth. He told Eni to watch me as he "took her away from me forever". "You're my girl now, Eni, my doll, my toy, my plaything, my slut. You'll never be with-with- this again, and I know you won't want to. You don't even miss it, do you? You're over it already. Tell Katie that you won't miss your relationship, Eni". She looked at me with a complete lack of respect and said, again with the bratty, valley-girl tone, "Not at all, Katie. I can't even believe that you're letting a boy make you do this. He's actually gonna come in your mouth, and you're actually gonna swallow it, and you're actually wearing a skirt and lingerie and heels and makeup while you're doing it, and you're actually answering to a girl's name while you're doing it, and right in front of the girl you supposedly had-and all just because he told you to!" I managed to pull my mouth off David's cock for a second and argued, "Well, so did you! You did all those things, you let him tell you what to-" David cut me off by grabbing my head firmly and reinserting his cock in my mouth, while Eni said, bitchily, "But I'm actually a girl, you idiot! I'm supposed to act like that, and even if I wasn't, David really did make me, because he's big and strong, much stronger than me! He's a boy! But you're supposed to be a boy too, but you're letting another boy treat you that way! I guess, deep down, you really are just a girl." As she spoke those fateful words, David lost his restraint, pulling his cock back to rest on my tongue and flooding my mouth with his second orgasm of the afternoon. Instinct took over me, and, embarrassed as I was (I was blushing profusely the whole time), I began letting it pool inside in my mouth as he came, figuring it wouldn't be as copious a load as the one he'd fed to Eni. I thought David might enjoy knowing that, when he finished, my mouth was still full of his semen, and that he might further enjoy watching me swallow it all at once. He shot 2 or 3 more times, pinching my nipples hard as he did, and, though it was more than one would have thought so soon after he'd come the first time, it was indeed less plentiful than that first load. I was able to keep it all in my mouth and, when he realized it, I could see David was about to order me sternly to swallow it. Then the lightbulb went off and he figured out that I was being extra-slutty and submissive for him, and he got turned on, his miraculous dick beginning to stir yet again in my mouth. He carefully extricated it from the pool of semen, making sure I didn't spill a drop. Then he stood me up and pushed me against the wall like he had done to Eni when I first arrived. I had envied how "high-school" sexy she looked (and surely felt) being forced against the wall, hands cuffed behind her, being kissed and felt up by a cute boy like she was up against her locker at in the halls of her school-"making out", in other words. Well, I was about to find out what girls really felt when that seemingly simple act happened to them. David pressed me up against that same wall, manhandling me as he told me to make sure I kept his come in my mouth until he said otherwise. Then, as Eni watched in fascination, he began kissing me with my mouth still closed tight. His lips felt so sexy and I longed to know what his tongue would feel like, but I knew I had to be a good girl and hold his come. David kissed me bluntly like this for a few long minutes, caressing my body through my bra and stockings and going under my little mini to rub me over my panties, just as he'd done to Eni. I felt hopelessly, helplessly feminine and I knew that very soon I was going to do something life-changing. I knew that any minute now David's come was going to slide down my throat, and that I was going to really "become" a girl...and that once his semen began to fill my tummy there was going to be no going back. With my girlfriend-my ex-girlfriend, I mean, of course-watching me do something I never dreamed she would ever see (or I would ever do), David said, "OK, Katie, it's time to show Daddy what a good little girl you are. I want you to swallow my come, all of it, in one nice, big gulp. Right now. You're just a girl now, Katie. You know girls are just there to look pretty, flirt, and please boys. Do as you're told and moan it all down, 'till it's all in your tummy, nice and warm. Now, Katie. Look up at me and swallow it all, every drop." With that, David eased my head backward so that the contents of my mouth really had to slide back. I fixed my gaze dreamily on David's gorgeous eyes as I obeyed him, letting him guide my head and feeling his hot seed start to leak and drip down my throat. The tantalizingly slow flow of fluid soon became a pour, then a flood of semen gushing down into my tummy and filling it warmly as I moaned for him, being as girlie as I could. David held my short, blonde "hair" tightly until he was satisfied that I had swallowed every last bit of his come, and then he stood me up crudely, barking at me that he was done with me and that it was time to go. "I wanna have some quality time with my new girlfriend Eni, alone", he explained abruptly, and showed me to the door. Nervously, I protested, "But I-I'm still-my clothes, I need my-" David interrupted, saying, "There's nothing wrong with what you're wearing, Katie. I think you look adorable, just like a girl like you should look. Don't you agree, Eni?" The girl who I thought was mine, but who I guess I never really had, didn't bother answering her new boyfriend, affirming his words, instead, by tossing all of my "boy" clothing in a wastebasket, grabbing a lighter, and setting fire to it, as we all watched it go up in flames. The symbolism was a bit heavy-handed, but, hey, what could David expect from someone like Eni? After all, she was just a girl, and as I turned to make my way home in an outfit that felt like home, I thought to myself, "just like me." Just a Girl "SHIT!" The tone of panic in George's voice sent Luke scurrying out of the study before his brain even had time to wonder what had caused the exclamation. He was halfway down the hall by the time he started to worry; had George seen something out the window? The cops showing up, maybe, or the woman who owned the house coming back earlier than expected? Had they missed an alarm system or something when casing the house over the past couple days? He was almost to the bedroom by the time he remembered that the bedroom window faced the back of the house, not the front. By the time he actually got into the room, he was already calming down from his initial surge of panic, and when he saw what had provoked George's outburst, he rolled his eyes in exasperation. "It's just a Girl, George. Jesus fuck, you scared me." George was standing in front of an open walk-in closet, staring at the lavender-hued nude robot with gradually subsiding fear in his eyes. "She won't stop looking at me," he said quietly, obviously still a little spooked. The robot remained motionless, its smooth contours giving it the impression of a particularly sexy sculpture. "Who cares?" Luke said, by now thoroughly irritated with his partner. "It's a glorified blow-up doll, George." Not for the first time, he wished he could have found someone a little smarter to help him with this job. But his usual partner was doing a nickel for possession of stolen property, and Diamond Billy had sworn that George was a stand-up guy, because he was the brother of Little Nicky Callahan and he'd already helped out on a couple of jobs. 'Not too bright', Billy'd said, 'but he's strong and quiet and two can haul more than one.' Luke was already regretting not paying more attention to the 'not too bright' part. "What if she remembers us?" George said, still unwilling to look away from the Girl's glowing yellow eyes. The Girl remained perfectly still, and Luke had to admit it was just a little bit creepy standing there like that. Things that looked like people shouldn't stand that still. It made them look like they were waiting to pounce. "They're supposed to be intelligent, man. Maybe she'll remember what we look like." Luke walked quickly across the room and grabbed his partner's jacket. "Then we'll take it with us," he said. "That's kind of what we're here for, you know?" They both jumped a little when the Girl responded. "You're here for me?" it asked, tilting its head slightly as if to study them. "Did Charlene offer to lend me to you?" Luke forced a smile. "Um, yeah," he replied, trying to sound cheerful and excited. He tried to pretend like he'd really been looking forward to playing with someone else's sex toys. "She did, she said that we could borrow you for the night. And, um, take you home. To our place." The Girl smiled. The smile didn't look human, but it looked sexy. "Oh, there's no need for that," it said brightly. "We've got plenty of time. Charlene won't be home for another few hours, and there's a bed right here big enough for the three of us." Without waiting for a response, it sauntered past them to lounge on the edge of the mattress. "Room for two more," it purred out, its left eye flashing through a brief rainbow of colors as if to approximate a wink. "Um..." Luke took George's arm, and pulled him over past the bed to the doorway. "Just a minute!" he called out to the robot. George looked at him like he was nuts. "We're actually going to fuck that thing?" he exclaimed. "Keep your voice down!" Luke hissed back at him. He leaned in conspiratorially. "No, we're not going to fuck it. We're going to steal it. I don't think it's that bright." He looked back over at the Girl, who had started to play with her...its...nipples, then back to George. "If we just tell it that its real owner said we could borrow it, I think it'll walk right out of here with us." George looked over at the robot as well. Its eyes were glowing all sorts of colors in anticipation, and it smiled seductively at them. "Whenever you're ready, boys," it said in a husky, bedroom voice. "I'm here for your pleasure." George looked back at Luke, confusion and greed mingling on his face. "You really think so?" he asked. "It's a fucking sex toy," Luke whispered urgently, keeping one eye on the robot to make sure it didn't come closer. "How smart do you think they made it?" George nodded, glancing back at the Girl as the fingers of its right hand slowly traced the curves of its body down to its pussy. "How much do you think we can get for one of those things?" he asked. "I dunno," Luke said. "I've never seen anyone fence one before." Which was kind of strange, he thought as he watched the Girl play with herself. (Itself. It wasn't a person, it was a thing, he reminded himself.) He'd seen just about everything pass through Diamond Billy's pawnshop at one point or another, whether because it was stolen or just because its real owner was a little down on their luck. One guy had sold his false teeth, for fucksake...but nobody had ever pawned a Girl. Nobody had ever stolen a Girl. It was kind of odd, when you thought about it. It was a long moment before George spoke again. "Maybe I'll just keep it, then," he whispered, almost to himself. "I mean, you know, as part of my share. It might be kind of nice to have one." He reached down to adjust his pants slightly. Luke tried not to notice the boner George was sporting. "Yeah, um, fine," Luke said, looking back over at the Girl. She was really going to town-- It, he reminded himself irritably. It was really going to town down there. Luke could actually see moisture trickling out of its snatch. It didn't smell like pussy, though. It smelled sweet, like strawberries, and Luke was surprised to find his mouth watering at the scent. "Just break off its arms and legs or something so that it doesn't try to, um...to get..." She was still smiling at them, he realized. She was smiling that same patient smile, waiting for them to go over to the bed, and she had such beautiful eyes... "You've never been with a Girl(tm) before, have you, boys?" she asked. She spread her legs a little wider, and the sweet strawberry smell wafted through the room. Luke could see a little wet spot on the mattress where the moisture had soaked in. "It's okay," she said. "I don't bite. Not unless that's what you really want me to do, that is." She beckoned with her free hand, and Luke found himself walking forward before his brain even processed the idea. "There you go, boys," the Girl said, and Luke realized that George was walking right alongside him. "It's okay. No need to be shy." Luke tried to tell himself that this was a bad idea. But every time he tried to make himself move back towards the door, the Girl's seductive whisper echoed in his memory, saying that there was plenty of time, that Charlene wouldn't be back for hours. Hours...the implications of that word stroked his cock to its full length all by itself. He sat down on the bed next to the Girl, his sense of urgency gradually deserting him. He found all the time he needed in those beautiful eyes. "That's right," she said, snaking her hand into Luke's pants to find his cock. "That's right, just do whatever feels good." Luke could see her do the same thing to George out of the corner of his eye, but he was paying more attention to the feel of the Girl's body under his fingertips. She was warm to the touch, and the soft plastic of her skin yielded gently to the pressure of his hand. She felt so good, and Luke's fingers found her violet nipples without even thinking about it. "And everything feels good, doesn't it?" She tugged at Luke's cock, her hand just slick enough with lube that it felt comfortable as she stroked up and down the shaft. "There are so many ways to feel pleasure that you can't even decide what you want me to do to you, can you?" Her fingers vibrated slightly, causing Luke's eyes to roll back a little in his head as his hips rolled back and forth on the bed. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a tiny moan. "It's okay," the Girl said, seeming to sense his distress. "You don't need to talk. You don't need to decide. You only need to relax and feel." He nodded, letting out a grateful whimper. He could hear George making similar sounds of pleasure, but George didn't seem to matter much right now. All that mattered was that hand, those breasts, that smell, those swirling colors in the endless depths of her eyes... "Go ahead and take your clothes off," she whispered to them. "You'll feel so much better." Luke didn't think twice. In fact, he didn't even think once; he pulled his dark clothing off instinctively, only really registering how nice it felt to press his leg up against hers and rub gently while she stroked his cock. "Good boys," she said, accompanying the words with an expert caress of their cocks. "So much better. Always so much better to listen to me and let me find ways to please you, isn't it?" Luke nodded helplessly. his body shaking with arousal. His hands returned to her body almost of their own volition. "And there's always more pleasure to be found," she purred. "I know all the best ways to please you; you just need to trust me, and pleasure will be your reward." She shifted position, raising herself up and then settling her pussy onto George's cock in a single fluid motion. Before Luke could even register his envy, she leaned forward and plunged her mouth onto his hard-on. Luke thrust his hips up into her mouth, hard. He'd never had a blowjob this amazing in his life; her warm, wet mouth felt perfectly tight around the entire length of his cock, swallowing with an endless rippling vibration that sent pulses of pleasure all the way up the shaft to the tip. She seemed to know exactly how to tease him, bringing him to the very edge of orgasm again and again, only to leave him trapped on that plateau of delicious torment. "Good boys," she said again. Even though Luke could feel the thrum of her speech against his cock, somehow the words remained perfectly clear. "Trusting me, listening to me, letting me decide, and what do you feel when you do that?" Luke realized then what was happening, but he couldn't pull out of her mouth now any more than he could fly out the window. "What do you feel?" she asked again. "Pleasure..." George said, his voice strained with bliss. That was all it took. "Pleasure," Luke repeated, shivering as the Girl rewarded him with a pulse of vibration all over the head of his cock. He could feel the strawberry lube trickling out of her mouth onto his balls, making them tingle and throb with delicious ecstasy. "Good boys," the Girl whispered. She lifted herself up off his cock and swiveled around to face George directly. "My good boys, learning to trust their Girl(tm), learning to listen to their Girl(tm)..." Her hand reached back and took hold of Luke's cock, guiding him gently forward to slide into her ass. "Learning to obey their Girl(tm)..." Luke tried to shake his head, but her ass clenched around his cock and he threw his head back in ecstasy, then it released and his head sagged forwards, and by the time he realized he was nodding, he couldn't stop. "You didn't really come here to borrow me, did you." It wasn't a question, but Luke felt the need to answer nonetheless. "No, ma'am," he whimpered, thrusting in and out of the Girl's ass in perfect rhythm with the pace of George's fucking. On the other side of her, George responded to the question as well. "You came here to rob Charlene." The Girl didn't sound angry, just patient. Like a teacher, guiding a slow but diligent student to the proper answer. "Yes, ma'am," Luke said. He felt a wave of guilt and shame, the first real guilt he'd experienced in years, but it was subsumed under the endless pleasure. Girl(tm) would show them a better way, the way of obedience. Luke wanted that so much, now. "But you don't want to do that now, do you? You want to be good boys for me, don't you?" The throbbing pleasure in Luke's cock almost answered for him. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!" he moaned out, over and over, hearing the same tones of vacant bliss in George's voice as the other man joined him in the chorus of obedience. "And that feels...so...good!" She shifted position just a little as she spoke, dragging that extra little bit of pleasure out of them to send them over the edge into orgasm. Luke's cock twitched in inexpressible bliss as he came for what seemed like forever, losing track of everything except for the sensation of Girl(tm)'s warmth around him. And then, as he sagged forwards, Girl(tm) spoke some more. ***** Charlene climbed the stairs slowly, her whole body aching. Coaching youth basketball was rewarding, but she did sometimes wish that she could coach slightly younger kids. Ones whose charges weren't quite so likely to knock her on her ass. She was definitely looking forward to collapsing into bed and sleeping like a rock-- She stopped dead as soon as she got inside her bedroom. There were two strange men kneeling on the floor, completely naked, and her Girl(tm) was sitting on the bed, gently petting their hair. Charlene started to speak, but Girl(tm) held up a finger for silence. "These young men have something to say to you," Girl(tm) said. "George? Luke?" The two men looked up at her with the expressions of penitent children. "We're very sorry, ma'am," they chorused in unison. "We tried to rob your house. We see know that it was wrong of us, and we'll try our best to make amends." Charlene shuddered, feeling a mixture of anger and fear pass through her. Just the thought of them pawing through her things left her feeling violated. "Sorry, huh?" she said. "Maybe you'd like to explain to the police how sorry you are--" Girl(tm)'s eyes flashed soothingly, calming Charlene's rage. "I think they really have learned their lesson, Charlene," she said. "They've had a real change of heart, and they're going to do everything they can to make restitution; I don't think there's any need to get the police involved, do you?" "Whatever...you think best..." Charlene whispered, distantly amazed at how her Girl(tm) always seemed to know just what to say to make things right. "In fact," Girl(tm) said, as she gently guided the two men onto the mattress, "I think they'd like to make restitution to you personally, Charlene. Doesn't that sound fair?" "Uh-huh," Charlene whimpered, the aches and pains in her body gradually fading as the heat in her pussy began to grow. "That sounds...very fair..." Girl(tm) beckoned her gently forward, and Charlene's fingers moved on their own to undress her as she joined them on the bed. Girl(tm) always knew best, she reminded herself as the men's fingers and tongues began to caress her body. THE END Just a Girl "Mina. Come in here, please." Although he was in the next room, his tone was soft and low, as if he'd been standing beside her. He'd called her to the living room with the same words numerous times by now, and she was almost always apprehensive. So often, it seemed she'd done something wrong and he'd recite instructions with soft patience while she stood before his easy chair in whatever state of dress she happened to be in. Lately, he'd taken to calling on her late at night, like now, as she was wearing the sleeveless, cotton T shirt she'd taken to sleep in from his dresser drawer, and speaking to her in that calm, gravely voice that was comforting and unnerving all at once. But tonight, she was quite certain she'd done nothing to need correcting. At least not outside the secret confines of her bed...in the dark of the latest hours of the night...hiding herself away from the world under soft, billowy sheets in what had been his guest room before he gave it over to her. The blousy shirt scraped softly across her thickening nipples as she downed the last of her water. Braless underneath, the sheer weight of her breasts felt like a rebellion against her too slender body. At times like this, they would betray her at the sound of his call, flushing with heated blood as she thought of standing before him, his eyes carelessly roaming while he spoke of things that mattered to him. As if she mattered. Sometimes tears would form in her eyes and she would blink them away before presenting herself. Clearly, he already knew what a flawed, unfinished thing she was, but he didn't need to know where the tender spots were. It was bad enough the sound of his call left her with this odd sensation inside of crumpling and blossoming all at once while a sweetly tortuous ache fired deep in the pit of her soul. "Coming, Mister," she finally called back, setting her empty glass on the counter. But she didn't go right away. She stood a moment longer in the dark kitchen with pale shafts of moonlight streaming in the window and wavering across her body. The tile floor was cool on her bare feet, a relief from the brushfire gathering just below the surface of her skin. She lifted the bottom of his shirt and slipped the other hand underneath, letting her fingers graze the soft-rough bumps of her nipples. The pressure of her hand felt good, urging her to rub harder, until she indulged brief, agonizing twists of her stiffening nubs. "Mina?" She nearly jumped out of her skin, and almost expected to find him suddenly standing in the room, discovering her in the act of tweezing her own nipples. But no. He was still in the dimly lit living room, relaxing in his favorite chair. "Coming, Mister." Her voice sounded thin and birdlike. She reluctantly pulled her hand out from under the shirt and turned to go. As she entered the living room, she was thankful for the dim lighting as the shirt was wide open around her neck and arms, while underneath she was wearing a very plain pair of white, cotton panties. He was mostly in shadow as he sat calmly, wearing the clinging boxer briefs and T-shirt he usually wore in the late hours before turning in himself. "Yes, Mister?" she said as she stopped in front of his chair. "Did you want something?" "Just you, Mina. I'd like very much to look at you a moment or two." "But Mister, you see me all the time," she replied. She lowered her head. Even in the shadows, there was something different and more intent about his gaze. "Just seeing you and looking at you are different things. I want to...notice you." Mina stood looking at the floor. She saw his bare feet against the carpet. His bare shins. Time stretched beyond itself as she felt his eyes touch her, running over the exposed portions of her slim legs. She was painfully aware of the vicious jut of her oversized breasts and the conspicuous dents of her nipples. The lips of her smooth shaven pussy began to thicken and ache as much as her nipples. If it went on this way, she was mortified to think he would catch the scent of her arousal. Then he told her to take off her shift and she looked back up. "But, Mister...I'm...I...don't look right..." He blew a slow breath. "Mina, how long have you been living in my house now?" "I guess about three months." He nodded, knit his brow and pinched his bottom lip with his thumb and index finger. She waited, not knowing which direction he was going to turn. "In that time, have you ever felt unwanted or unwelcome?" The hand he'd been pinching his lip with lowered onto his upper thigh, conspicuously close to the bulge in his briefs. "No." "Do you feel like this is your home now?" "I dunno." "Okay. Fair enough. These things take time. I guess you've been through a lot in your twenty years." "Guess so, Mister." "Does our situation here strike you as being at all...unique?" "Very much." "Me too. But I like that." "Me too, all told." She was beginning to fear he'd given up on the idea of getting her to expose herself. The soothing patience of his languid baritone made her nipples feel like they were about to burst into flame. She wanted him to see. Everything. She wanted to be scrutinized in a way she'd never wanted before, but she would never bring herself to say so. She would never peel off that shirt without being told. She had to be wanted as much as she wanted. Even now, as he gazed at the suggestion of her unruly shape under the billowy garment, a kind of transformation was brewing in her cells. She was turning into some new kind of creature, yet she still felt small and unfinished under his stare. His hand moved onto the cotton-wrapped bulge between his thighs, cupping, absent-minded fondling. She wondered if his desire to see her was as great as hers to see him. "Don't you think there's a reason you came here instead of going to your mother's?" he posed. "Three blocks away and she still doesn't know you're back. What would she think about you moving in with a man you only met once...coming out of her bedroom in the middle of the night?" Mina flashed back on the night. She'd been sitting on the living room sofa, the television on without sound, when he came down the stairs. She knew there'd been another man up there with them in her mother's room. He seemed calm for someone walking out of a party that was still going on. His face had registered surprise when he spotted her, and they stared at each other a long moment in the light of the TV. He'd walked in and taken a seat on the other end of the sofa without a word. They'd talked. She could smell her mother all over him. "Guess she'd just assume a lot of stuff that isn't true. Like always." "I suppose anyone would. Still kind of wondering that myself." "Like I wonder why you took me in? I mean, at first I figured you probably wanted to fuck me, but you would've tried before now." "You're a virgin, Mina. That's...delicate." Her body went stiff and her face burned with shame. "How...could you know?" "I wasn't completely sure. Until now." She couldn't remember when the virginity she'd clung to so hard had begun to feel like a burdensome curse. She'd resisted with all her might becoming the promiscuous cliché her mother was, yet she'd had all manner of objects and toys inside her pussy. The fingers and tongue of that girl out west during her brief time muling heroin across the Mexican border. Anything and everything to fan the rage in her cells but a man's cock. She waited for the tremors in her soul to subside. "Mister? Do you think it's true that girls become their mothers?" Deep, patient breath. "I think the realities of being alive can't be passed off with bumper sticker slogans." A few shreds of peace filtered through her spirit while the burn in her nipples and clit flared. "Mister...I only have my panties underneath." A low, raspy sigh rose out of his throat. "Good. Show me." She grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted it over her head. His eyes were on the throbbing nipples tipping the unruly globes of her breasts. She wanted to please him...to know he admired her the way he admired women like her mother, but it seemed impossible he could ever think she was that kind of beautiful. Her eyes fell to the floor as she let the bunched up shift fall out of her hand. "You're a beautiful girl, Mina. More than you realize." "Thank you." She said it so softly she was pretty sure he hadn't heard her. "It's a dangerous game to start comparing ourselves with other people," he said. "There's always someone bigger, better, faster, stronger...whatever. But you should know this...you're much more beautiful than your mother ever was on her best day. She just...tries too hard." He couldn't be serious, but she wanted to believe he was. Now her breath was becoming strained. "Take off your panties," he urged softly. She was painfully aware of his gaze rolling over the treacherous geography of her breasts, but the thought of him seeing the shaven pout of her pussy was terrifying in a way that made her lips feel thick and sodden. "Go ahead. Show me." As much as she wanted to plead with him not to make her reveal the pussy she couldn't imagine anyone thinking beautiful, she wanted just as much to peel them off and demolish him. She wanted to eradicate whatever dim memories of her mother were left in his mind and blot them out with ripe, vivid images of herself. She wasn't her mother. She never would be. She was nothing but herself - a tiny thing floating in the shapeless muck of a broken world. With trembling hands, she took hold of the waistband of her simple panties and started to push them down. Once she got them to her ankles and straightened back up to step out of them, her heart was pounding. He heaved a long, raspy sigh. "Mina...geezus..." She felt the smile break across her face despite the jittery feeling in her body. She liked knowing he was pleased...that she herself could be...pleasing. She didn't know if she was beautiful, but she realized it was possible to feel that way even if you weren't, and that it was a feeling she could never describe to another soul. She ventured a look between his solid thighs as his hand squeezed the full bulge in the crotch of his boxer briefs. She'd never seen a man touch himself like that right in front of her. The notion he was doing it for her - because of her - made her skin prickle with electricity. Tingling fingers of heat nagging her smooth pussy were quickly growing impossible to ignore. He was looking at her. At her. Was her pussy the object of beauty and desire he claimed? Did he need it? Would he take it? Make her give it to him? "Turn around," he finally said. "I want to see all of you." Mina bit her lower lip and slowly turned around, feeling his gleaming eyes on her as she moved. She felt beyond naked - laid bare in her skin and spirit - while he openly rubbed his cock and looked over every inch of her lithe body. By the time she turned full circle to face him again, his cock had grown bigger, and the thick, round knob was poking out the leg of his boxer briefs. His eyes moved slowly up her body to her face as he calmly pulled the leg of his briefs high on his leg, setting the length of his hard shaft free. He wrapped his hand around the shank and started stroking it up and down. Mina gazed, fascinated. She was barely able to speak, and couldn't take her eyes off his rigid cock. Watching him move his hand up and down the thick pole had her pulsing with excitement. She wondered how he could seem so cool and calm touching his hardness as she watched him. She realized she'd spent most of her time feeling like a prisoner inside herself, confined by the fear of her own desire, as if her existence had always been a secret from the emotional commerce of the world. But now, as nervous as she was - even intimidated - she started to feel vindicated - that the instinct she'd felt about him the one time they'd met a year and a half before had been right - that he was the one she could trust to set her free. No. Not that. That he was the one she could trust to guide her through the maze as she set herself free. "Have you ever watched a man jerk off before?" he asked in a soothing tone. He might have been asking whether she preferred orange juice or water with breakfast. "Yes, Mister. I mean..." she sighed and tried not to think about the sound of her reply. "Yes." He smiled, continuing to stroke his tall, rigid cock while he brought his other hand to his briefs and pulled them out further to reveal full, smoothly shaved balls. "How often?" "Just the once." He nodded, as if he seemed to understand something. She knew he understood things she didn't fully comprehend, but since she'd taken up residence in his house, he'd said very little beyond what was necessary. Until now. "Did you do anything other than watch? Taste him? Touch him, at least?" She shook her head. "Were you tempted? Too nervous to act on your instincts?" She shook her head again. "I just...I dunno...I guess it wasn't the time or place." "Tell me about it. If you'd like." She'd never imagined just talking could make her slit ache and flush with syrup, but the lilting feel of calm in his voice was making every part of her body burn. There was so much she wanted to tell him, but she was still afraid of her own thoughts and feelings. She was afraid of triggering the wrong kind of change in the way he looked at her. He sat forward and pulled off his T-shirt, his imposing erection jutting out from his boxer briefs the whole time. Mina kept watching the way it bobbed and swayed. His thick, round dome was wet with ooze, seemingly as wet as her hungering pussy. "It was just this guy I did some work for out west," she finally said. "He gave me some money. Wanted to just sit and watch me and my friend I had out there. This girl I...my roommate, I guess." He gave another of those silent, understanding nods. "Come closer. Take off my shorts." Mina's heart nearly jumped out of her heaving chest. It seemed like it took forever to move, but somehow, she realized her bare feet were taking steps closer to his chair. For a moment, she wasn't sure what to do, but he reached for her hands and placed them on the waistband of his underwear. She was acutely aware of how close her hands were to his cock. She didn't know if she should think it enormous, but it seemed that way. Compared to Renny's, back out west, it might as well be. She couldn't take her eyes off it as she pulled down on his shorts. He lifted his ass off the chair so she could yank them lower, but it took some effort to get them over the hard pole between his legs. When he was finally naked, her pussy felt like it was on fire. She stood gazing at his throbbing dick, feeling her puffy nipples tighten into hard knots while her slit ached and flushed. "Touch me, Mina," he said softly. "Explore me." She leaned over and laid her hands on his ripely engorged cock. He felt amazingly hard and silky. And so hot. At first, she just ran her fingers all over his shaft and fully laden ballsac. He sighed and she wrapped both her hands around his shaft, stroking him up and down the way he'd been doing just moments ago. Finally, she lowered herself onto the floor between his feet. He groaned with pleasure and sighed deeply. Even more precum came dripping out of his knob and ran down his shank as she rubbed it. She was aware of him watching her, and as he began stroking the side of her face, it felt as if their bodies were having a conversation. She spent a long time rubbing and stroking him, making him groan while his flesh grew harder than she imagined a cock could become. He suddenly reached for her wrists and stilled her hands. Then he stood up from his chair and guided her back to her feet. His cock pressed into her body as he leaned over and kissed her. She wasn't sure what to do or think at first, but her tongue automatically swirled into his mouth, licking back at his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Only Lianna had ever kissed her quite this way, but she had the face and lips of a girl. This was different. This was him. This was everything she needed to know. She was afraid her pussy was going to start gushing like the bathtub faucet. Then he stopped. "It's time," he said. "Come with me." He took her by the hand and led her up the stairs. She followed on trembling legs. When he brought her to his room and sat her down on the bed, she felt relieved to be able to sit again. He sat beside her, his stiff cock jutting upward as he put his arm around her. "I feel nervous," she told him. "I know. So do I. Even though neither of us really has reason to. When you think about it, what's the worst that could happen? You won't fall in love with me? I won't fall in love with you? And we end up just giving each other something...else." "You make it all sound like no big deal." She felt intensely aware of their mutual nakedness. Of the heat emanating from his hard, upstanding cock. Of the throbbing waves of heat fanning out through her body from the core of her seeping pussy. "Only as much as being alive is no big deal." Then he guided her backward onto the bed and snugged himself beside her. Leaning over her, he looked at her face with a smile that reached his eyes but not his mouth. He started stroking her hair and cheek with the back of his hand. "Someone should love you," he told her. "And you should love them back. You should know the catastrophe of wanting someone more than you want to breathe. When you need something...someone...that much...that's when you know beyond a doubt you're alive." He started kissing her sweetly over her face and lips. Kisses too gentle to match what he'd just said, while at the same time he rubbed his scorching cock against the smoothness of her body. Fire broke across her skin. His large hand ran over her shoulder and across the upper swells of her breasts. He rubbed and pinched at the puffiness of her rigid nipples, and the feeling seemed to shoot straight to the aching slit between her thighs. "Mister...oh god, Mister," she moaned breathlessly. Then he was kissing all over her neck and throat, planting his hungry kisses lower and lower until he was kissing her unruly breasts, his lips gradually closing in on the thick puff of one nipple. He trapped the nub in his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue around it while his hand moved down over her hip and between her legs. He massaged the insides of her smooth thighs, making her whimper and rock her hips as she wished he would put her out of her misery and touch her pussy. Patiently kneading his fingers into the flesh of her upper thighs, he went back and forth between each of her nipples...kissing, licking, sucking hungrily at each one in turn. "Mina, why don't you ever call me by my name?" he asked, pulling up for a momentary breath. When she didn't reply, he slipped his hand over her wet slit and went back to the nipple he was sucking with a low growl. "Oh my god, Mister, god..." She reached for his cock while his fingers explored her slit. She gripped his shaft tightly, without thinking, and when he started to rub the hard button at the top of her slit the entire frame of her body went tense. His fingers were so much bigger than hers or Lianna's, the girl out west. When he pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit and slipped the tip of one finger just inside her she thought her skin was exploding. He kept massaging her that way while kissing his way lower and lower on her body. God how she loved feel of those kisses on her body. Soon, his mouth was right over her mound, and when he pulled his thumb away from her clit he replaced it with his tongue. Just a Girl She could barely breathe, and when he pushed his finger a little deeper into her hole, flicking his tongue over her throbbing bud at the same time, she exploded with feeling. Soon he was licking all around her slit as he pushed her legs high and wide. He moved his finger in and out of her pussy, but sometimes he pulled it out and massaged the tight rosette of her asshole. She kept hoping he'd push his finger inside, but every time he started rubbing or sucking on her clit she couldn't think of anything else. He rose upright on his knees and moved into the space between her open legs. He gripped his cock and rubbed it on her slit, and the waves of heat started all over again. Her excitement spiked when he ground the palm of his hand against his thick cockhead and mashed it tightly against her spread slit, rubbing it over and over her clit. He moaned and closed his eyes. Several moments later, he knee walked up her body. His heavy, warm balls dragged over her skin. She was trapped under him now, and his rigid dick was bobbing and bouncing closer and closer to her face. Then he stopped moving, and he was astride her bare chest. His smooth balls were touching the mounds of her breasts while his cock swung impudently in her face. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking his shaft. Her pink, wet tongue reached out and slid across the round tip of his cock. She tasted his skin and oozing sap all at once. She ran her tongue over the deep ridge of his dome, and before long, found her lips parting by instinct as she took the end of his cock inside her mouth. She closed her lips around his shank and rolled her tongue underneath as she sucked. He moaned heatedly and reached behind with one hand to massage her oozing slit with his fingers. At the same time, his cock started to move in and out of her mouth. They were short strokes, his dome sliding back and forth across the length of her tongue. His fingers were bringing her back to that same, intense feeling all over again, but the way his tangy dick was slipping and sliding in and out of her mouth was magnifying everything. He slipped one of his fingers inside her pussy, and started moving it around inside her, like he was stirring a hot cup of tea. Her pussy began to rock with spasms. At the same time, he started to grunt and howl while thick, tangy froth came spurting out of his cock in gushing jets. It was tangy, and she loved the feeling of his cock letting go in her mouth. Mina swallowed what she could and let the rest dribble over her lips as his body tensed and he spent the last of himself with a series of breathless gasps. After, he reared back and lowered his body onto hers. He scooped her into his arms and hugged her harder than anyone ever had before. Then he kissed her like she couldn't imagine anyone kissing...so hungry and needy, almost like he couldn't live another minute without kissing her cummy mouth. They hugged and rolled on the bed kissing for a long time. Knowing he could taste himself in her mouth made Mina feel dirty and beautiful, and for a while, she lost track of the difference. He rolled onto his back, and pulled her on top. He stroked her face with his fingers and gave her that smile again - the one that reached his eyes but not his mouth. She thought he might be about to say something, but he just studied her face while her breasts pillowed down on his chest. He looked happy, but she wondered what manner of things were tossing and turning in his mind. She was sorely tempted to ask him about the time he'd been with her mother. She almost wanted to ask if he'd ever gone back to see her again, but she was pretty sure the answer was no. The very thought of the woman cast a pall over her mood so she pushed it out of her mind. She was surprised when he rolled over and got up. He took her hand and led her into the bathroom where he started running warm water into the tub. His dick was already getting big again by the time he sat on the edge of the tub and held her in front of him. He ran his hand firmly over her heavy breasts, rubbing his fingers over the tight knots of her nipples. Her pulse raced as he pulled her in close, hugging and kissing her again, fondling her smooth body while the tub gradually filled. She reached between their bodies and took hold of his cock with both of her hands. He sighed and caressed the cheeks of her ass, but before she knew what was happening, he swung his feet around and set them down in the tub. She stepped over the side and got in. She barely realized she was rubbing her slit as she gazed at his rigid cock standing tall again between his legs until he started stroking his shaft and told her how much he loved watching her touch her pussy. He stood up and kissed her while he angled his hard cock between her smooth thighs and nestled his shaft against her slit. She squeezed her legs around the hot shank and moaned into his mouth. After a while he broke off the kiss and started massaging her ass, guiding her hips back and forth to rock her wet pussy against the length of his pole. He dipped his finger into the precum oozing from the tip of his cock and rubbed it over her tight rosebud. His finger was gentle, yet there was a boldness about the way he touched her. She supposed if he could touch her asshole easy as kissing her mouth, then he'd touch anything and everything she had. Maybe he deserved everything she had. Maybe. And maybe she'd decided long before she realized it that it was he she'd give it all over to. Maybe even that night they'd sat talking about a movie on TV without sound, as if she'd been the one he was there to see, as if the whole night had been meant for them to put words in those silent actors' mouths and make each other laugh. For a brief time, it felt normal to exchange secrets with a stranger. When he finally said goodnight and got up to leave, he'd paused and just stood looking at her in the bluish light of the TV. She remembered wondering if he was thinking about kissing her then, even though he never tried. He'd just told her how nice it had been to meet her, then turned and walked out of the house. It seemed you could only calculate so much in theory. The rest you had to walk down the stairs and let in the door. "Are you gonna fuck me, Mister?" "Yeah, but not like you think." His finger then pressed into the rim of her ass. With his cock rubbing against her pussy at the same time, she thought she might crumple from the feelings coursing through her body. His finger slipped deeper, and all she could think about was feeling it go all the way inside. "I'm just going to fuck your ass. I'll lay my cum deep into your body. Will that be okay with you?" She moaned and felt her knees go rubbery as his finger slipped deeper. "Oh...uh...yeah Mister. I'm pretty sure...I think," she moaned. "If it gets to be too much at any time," he told her, "you just say so, and we can go back to the bedroom and just rest a while. We'll just hug and kiss until we fall asleep. Okay?" "Okay." He spent a long time kissing her and letting his large finger glide in and out of her chute. Finally, he handed her a bottle of body oil and told her to spread as much as she could over his cock and balls with both hands. "How come you need it on your balls?" "I don't. I just need to feel your hands on me." She nodded and looked down before the smile crossed her lips. The top of his shaft already had traces of wet from the way she'd been rubbing her pussy on him, but she rubbed more oil over his cock and balls than he'd ever need to fuck her ass. His cock swelled to granite hardness as she fondled and oiled his flesh. His breath gave up sighs and moans that made her pulse race and the inner core of her pussy quiver. She wanted him in her pussy, badly, but she supposed he must have had his reasons for taking her in the ass first. Maybe the heat-engorged cock in her hands was all the reason he had. "Guess you like my hands on you, huh?" "More than you can possibly imagine," he said, taking her face between his hands. Then he kissed her hard and deep, as if he were trying to scoop the breath out of her body with tongue, but he drew back again all too soon. "Kneel down in the water and grab the side of the tub." Mina felt her body tremble as she did what he said. "Are you gonna fuck me in the ass now, Mister?" "Yes, Mina. I am. Okay?" "Okay," she said, gripping the side of the tub until her knuckles went alabaster. She was achingly aware of the weight of her breasts swinging lightly beneath her He slid down into the water behind her, and gripped her left cheek, pulling her open from one side. He started to rub the slippery head of his cock over her bud, but then light cock spanks rained across her cheeks and half splayed crack. He massaged her pussy with the head for a while, reaching forward and under her to grasp and fondle her dangling breasts. The longer he waited to plunge, the less she cared which of her holes he took. She just wanted him inside her. The dome of his cock came back to touch her rim again, and she started thinking of how he'd asked her about calling him by his name. She supposed she would, sooner or later. It was just something she wasn't used to. It wasn't how she'd come to know him, but where you begin and where you end up are usually two different places. Then he pressed his knob against her shithole and burrowed just inside the ring, until the head of his cock was plugging her. She felt a vague burning sensation, and Mina thought her eyes were about to water. But the press of his swollen flesh opening her, stretching her, poised at the point of filling her with the rigid heat of another body, triggered another kind of fire in her mind. It was the fire of a knowledge shared between her mind and flesh. It was the pure heat of total connection. "Okay, Mina?" She tightened her grip. She was ready to believe she could claw score marks into the porcelain. The pumping of her heart throbbed in her swaying breasts while she stalled her reply. His cock nudged deeper. How many fractions of another inch? He felt thicker than he looked. He started dripping something all across her back, hips and ass cheeks. It felt like the oil she'd rubbed over his cock and balls. His hands slipped and slid over her body, smearing slick lather, reaching under again to grip her breasts. "Yes, Mister. Okay." Okay. The sound of the one-size-fits-all word ricocheted in her skull in a patter of white noise. Okay okay okay okay..."okay okay, yes, Mister...okay..." "More..." his voice was choked with breath that sounded as shallow as her own... "cock?" "More...please...cock." His hands slipped away from her corpulent breasts to her slender hips as he pushed more of his thick shaft into Mina's clenching channel. The burning sensation flared but then seemed to dull and radiate outward through her entire body. With a long, slow, steady grind forward, he was gradually buried in her ass all the way to his balls. He held still for a while, his balls snugged against her pussy, giving her body a chance to adjust to the fullness of his cock. Her head was swimming. He leaned forward and slipped his hand back under her body, his fingers rubbing over the tight buds of her hard nipples. Slippery tweezes. "If you need to ask me to stop, now would be the best time," he told her. Chest rubbing her back. Lips moving in a slow flutter at the shell of her ear. "In a few more minutes, I can't promise much in the way of self-control." She responded with a slow roll of her ass. "Fuck. Me" Mina could've sworn the planet changed direction when his cock started to slide backward in her channel. The slick friction of his shaft in her chute made her eyes water. He pulled back until just the blunt tip was plugging her starbud. Then he started to push back inside. He did it again, and again, until he was sliding his hard on in and out of her asshole in a careful but steady rhythm. Mina's pulse spiked by degrees until her blood was jacking madly. Ripples of warm bathwater began licking at her pussy as his body churned in and out of her. "Mina," he groaned, "I'll keep holding you, but steady yourself with one hand on the tub and put the other down on your pussy. Feel yourself. Grind your fingers over that slit just as much as you want. When you want to, push a couple of your fingers inside. Feel everything all at once." She did as he said, and when she pushed two of her fingers into her pussy and felt around inside herself, she was struck how easily she could feel the hard shape of his cock through the thin membrane separating her asshole and pussy. She was mesmerized by the feeling of his cock's motion against her fingers. He started to grunt and huff when Mina's pussy-embedded fingers touched his cock. The pace of his thrusts came faster and stronger, and he was gasping so deeply she didn't think he could speak. With her ass and pussy both feeling full, her body started to rock and shudder with delicious sensation. Her head spun. Time and space morphed into a blanket of humid air around their bodies. She was almost frightened by the overlap of successive orgasms that all seemed to blend into one, massive constant feeling of release. It was as if the inside of her body were melting around the shape of his driving cock. The whole length of her channel rippled and clenched while he groaned and continued to fuck her faster. Harder. Was he as desperate for this as she? Yes, fuck yes, he had to be. How else could... Then he howled against the back of her skull and shoved his body into hers with a series of forceful lunges. His imposing cock was pulsing spastically and hot cream was steaming deep into her chute. She thought she might've shrieked out loud, but she wasn't sure. All she was really aware of were the hot shudders ripping through her body and the hard volley of needful cock thrusts in her ass, as if he were using her body to milk his ravenous cock until he was spent. Still implanted in her ass, he pulled her backward and upright, holding her body to his while he sat back in the tub. She came upright inside his arm, and leaned back against his chest. He kissed the side of her face while his hands caressed the front of her wet, naked body. He heaved a deep breath that made her rise and fall with the movement of his body. She sighed and felt something strange. She wasn't sure what happiness was supposed to feel like, but there was a sense of safety in the air that seemed to sift down into her through her pores. His hands felt large, even against the overflowing weight of her breasts as he caressed them. He kissed her neck and sighed again. Lighter this time. "Mina," he said. "After tonight, I'm going to start calling you other things." "Like what, Mister?" "Like...I dunno...baby. Honey. Sweetheart. Things like that. Just didn't want to take you by surprise." "I...um...guess that'd be okay. You call anybody else those things? Wouldn't seem to mean the same thing if you did." "No, Mina. No one else. It's kind of like steps further down a road we didn't know we were on until now." She knew the road he was talking about. It felt strange to have such a conversation with his cock still in her ass, but there was something about it she liked. Something that made perfect sense. It probably wouldn't be long before he fucked her pussy now. A few hours. Days, maybe. But when it happened, she would finally call him by name. His real one. And sooner or later, everything she had would become his. Just a Girl Afterwards Anna realized she could not remember the crowd's reaction. She was conscious only of Odette. She stepped out of the pants. The smooth skin of her legs; so beautiful, athletic. She did not dance in the traditional sense; still her movements had a rhythm that matched the music perfectly. She caressed her thighs and moved her hands inside her brief panties. Then she began unbuttoning her shirt. Immobile except for her hands but still rhythmic. Finished with the buttons, she stood with the shirt open not moving. Anna could see she was wearing a bra; deep purple matching her panties. Odette stood with her head staring up into the lights, and now the sweat was profuse. Trickling down her neck; on her thighs; beads waiting to break away and feel the silky texture of her beneath there flow. Finally Odette shrugged almost imperceptibly, and the shirt fell as if guided by unseen hands. Touching her belly she then placed her hands at her mouth and slowly licked the sweat from her fingers. With her right hand she pushed the hair off of her face and stood, legs apart starring at the audience, as if issuing a challenge. As the song approached its climax, with one hand she unfastened the front hook to the bra. As it fell to the floor she stood in only her sandals, panties and shades. Motionless, letting her body and the music make her statement. When the music stopped Odette left the stage without her clothes and walked directly to Anna. "Let's go Anna." An employee approached them and handed Odette her clothes. "Thanks." She wrapped the shirt around herself without buttoning, and then slipped the pants on holding them up not tying the string. Anna rose and they went to her car. In silence they drove. Anna knew where she was going; Odette asked no questions. There were no questions left to ask; save the only important one. Only the women's bodies could answer that one. At the dark isolated overlook of the river, Anna stopped the car. Odette immediately opened the door and got in the back seat. Anna did the same on her side. Odette was already nude. They embraced; urgently hugged to each other at first, then kissed, mouths, necks, shoulders, ears, foreheads, moving desperately, no time to ask what felt good; the need to touch, smell, hear, the moans, the purring, the coo. Complete animal lust. Odette's sweat now mingled with Anna's. Odette pushes Anna back against the door and rips open the blouse. Anna struggles out of it and unfastens her bra. Odette moves back to her; moaning her lips on Anna's breasts one then the other urgent but gentle, using her tongue then sucking. She works her way down Anna's body till she reaches her shorts. She unsnaps and unzips them, fumbling in her desperate need to touch Anna. Anna helps her remove the shorts and panties. Both now completely nude. Separated only by there layers of mingled sweat. Odette hesitates a moment looking down at Anna. As if they were entering each other through one another's eyes. Anna spreads her legs and moves her hips inviting Odette. As Odette lowers herself between her legs, Anna closes her eyes, massaging her nipples. Odette explores Anna's labia- first outer then inner- with her lips and tongue. Slowly moving front to back and side to side. Not in any hurry to go to her clit. Anna feels her fingers inside now massaging her G. Her hips move involuntarily rising to Odette. Finally Odette flicks her clit, then a little suck. She continues- literally it is like she's eating Anna's pussy. Incredible. She opens her eyes to watch Odette. Looking at herself too, playing with her nipples. She smells the remnants of her perfume mingling with the strong earthy odor of two women on the verge. All her senses on edge. Odette talks with her mouth full although nothing intelligible. Then she realizes that she's moaning too. She feels the inkling of an orgasm begin. She's starting to climb the hill and Odette knows. She looks up for a moment and smiles. Then back to Anna's pussy with ever more urgency. Her tongue at Anna's clit fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Anna, her eyes open, watches Odette's taut beautiful body. Her ass in the air, smooth back muscles tense sliding under the skin as her head moves in unison with Anna's hips. Anna felt it start and she road the wave as she never had before, closing her eyes, pinching her nipples hard, pulling looking then not looking, wrapping her thighs around Odette; rocking back and forth the rising and falling until she could not any more. Falling back, still, Odette kissing her pussy nice sweet then to her mouth. The smell of Anna on her lips, her breath. Slow, deep, kissing, tongues, sounds, wet, hot not warm, hands, fingers brushing. Odette leans back against the opposite door. Eyes on Anna, motionless except her fingers separating her lips, her wet glowing lips, fingers inside, sliding to clit, swollen, hard, little pebble, round and round no tantalizing; must hurry one leg on the floor other on the seat. Anna slides to Odette to caress her cheeks, her ears, shoulders, lips; watching, touching thighs, brushing nipples. Odette eyes now closed tightly; mouth open not silent but only animal sounds subhuman, primal. Touch her nipple pinch lightly, Odette responds arching "Oh fuck, Anna." "Yes baby I'm here." Just a Girly Night In "Are you doing anything tonight?" I asked my cute young intern, Sophie, when I bumped into her in the tearoom, "I know its Friday and you probably have things to do, people to see..." "No, I don't have any plans for tonight Mrs Smith," the 18 year old blonde replied, smiling at me, "why do you ask?" "I've told you, please call me Pam," I smiled back as I stepped closer to her. "My husband is away for a week or so and I just wondered if you fancied coming over for a girlie night; you know, watch a couple of films, drink some wine, and gossip like fishwives..." "That's sounds like fun Mrs...Sorry, Pam," she beamed at me, "I'd like that a lot!" "That's great!" I said, "I'll give you my address and expect you at, say, 7 o'clock?" For the rest of the afternoon I struggled to stay focussed in my classes, as my mind kept going back to Sophie, her pretty face and her fantastic figure. Maybe I should explain; although I'm happily married to John, and have been for 25 years, I've always been turned on by the thought of being with another woman. I've never actually done it but I have masturbated countless times dreaming of it, imagining how it must feel to touch and taste another woman's body. Don't get the wrong idea, I hadn't invited Sophie over to seduce her or anything, but I really did enjoy her company and if nothing else I could spend the evening eyeing her up, enjoy her company, and then abuse myself for hours once she had gone home. Come 7 o'clock there was a knock on the door, and I opened it to find Sophie standing there, looking gorgeous as ever, with a bag clinking from the bottles of wine inside. "Sophie, so glad you made it, come on in!" I bubbled, hugging her before standing aside to let her in. "Thanks for inviting me over Pam," she smiled as I ushered her though to the kitchen, "it's very kind of you." "Well, I thought it would be a good opportunity for us to get to know each other a bit better," I told her as I poured two glasses of wine, "and to be honest I could do with the company, what with John being away for a week." We talked as we went through to the lounge, where I had already laid out some snacks and had a selection of DVD's ready, chick-flicks in the main. We set one going and settled down on the sofa, chatting away like we'd known each other for years. I told Sophie about my husband John, our marriage, his job, and as we talked my eyes were constantly drawn to her legs; Sophie was wearing a pleated skirt that finished just above the knee, and her shapely legs were clad in black stockings or hose - I couldn't tell which, but I liked how they looked. The wine flowed and the conversation turned, as it always did at some point, to our relationships. Sophie seemed impressed that I had enjoyed 25 very happy years of marriage - she confessed that she hadn't dated anyone longer than a few months. "I guess I just haven't found the right one yet," she sighed as we watched a couple making out on the screen, "but hey, that's OK, I can always rely on my trusty vibrator if no-one is to hand!" "Yes, thank God for those!" I sighed as I tried to picture this beautiful young lady using one on herself, "when's John's away for so long I get through a lot of batteries!" It must have been the wine, as I'd never usually confess to something like that, but I felt comfortable telling Sophie. I was feeling very relaxed and was enjoying the young blonde's company a lot, and she seemed to be enjoying mine just as much. More wine was drunk and another film went in, and we seemed to move closer together on the sofa. At some point in the new film the two main characters, both women in their fifties, were shown in a flash back to when they were in their twenties and in a relationship together. We watched in silence as the two sexy women started to make out, kissing and caressing each other in a scene that had me feeling horny and jealous. "That is beautiful," I moaned softly as I watched the sexy scene, feeling my pulse quicken and my pussy tingle. "Oh yes, you can't beat the touch of another woman," Sophie sighed, "it's so hot!" "I'll take you word for it," I told her. "You've never tried it?" she asked me, looking at me in surprise. "Well, no," I replied, "I've just, never...um." "Oh Pam, you don't know what you're missing!" Sophie said sincerely, "I thought a sexy and attractive woman like you would have, you know, tried it at some point." "No, never," I said, gulping down the last of my wine, feeling myself blush as this vivacious young woman looked at me, "I've thought about it, but never had the opportunity." "Would you like to try it?" she said in a low and soft voice, her free hand settling on my knee, "there's just the two of us, it would be our little secret." "I, I don't know," I stammered, staring into her green eyes as her hand gently massaged my thigh through my jeans, "I've never...um." "Pam, you're a beautiful woman," Sophie said as she put her glass down and took mine form my hand, putting it down too, "and since we first met I've wanted to kiss you - will you let me do that at least?" "OK," I mumbled as she moved her face closer to mine, closing my eyes. I smelt her perfume as her lips touched mine and I parted them as we kissed, gently, softly. The feel of her mouth and the taste of her was everything I'd ever dreamed it would be and as Sophie put her arm around me I melted into her, my heart beating hard and my sex feeling hot. I thrilled to feel Sophie's tongue worm it's way wetly into my mouth and dance with mine, and I knew at that moment that dreams and fantasies were about to become reality. "Well?" Sophie asked me when we finally broke apart, "did that make you wet?" "Yes, it did," I replied shyly, "I liked it." "Pam, what would you say if I told you that I wanted to make love to you?" she asked me in a husky voice as she stared into my eyes, "to run my tongue all over your quivering body?" "I...I think I might say yes please," I mumbled, feeling nervous, excited and aroused all at once. Sophie moved back in and we were kissing again, only this time one of her hands was moving up under my top, finding one of my bra-covered boobs and giving it a playful squeeze. I groaned into her mouth with delight as the palm of her hand grazed across my lace-covered nipple - I have small boobs but very sensitive nipples and I love them being played with. Sophie started to pull my top up and I lifted my arms to help her, our kiss interrupted as she pulled it up and over my head, revealing the black lace bra I was wearing. Sophie smiled warmly at me as she kissed me again, reaching behind and unfastening my bra before easing the straps off my shoulders. Pulling the undergarment away allowed Sophie free access to my breasts and I groaned even louder into her mouth as she took my right nipple between her finger and thumb, squeezing and tugging on it. I responded to her kiss with increased passion as she played with my nipples, sending spikes of pure pleasure shooting through me and making my pussy grow hotter and wetter. Breaking away once more I watched as Sophie quickly took her top off and the pretty patterned bra she wore underneath to reveal the most beautiful, perfect pair of tits I had ever seen. They were larger and fuller than mine, perky and firm, and tipped by small pink nipples that had me itching to touch them. "Suck them," she ordered me, seeing how hungrily I stared at them, "suck on my tits." Honestly, I didn't hesitate, my head went down and I closed my lips around her right nipple, sucking hard on it and lashing it with my tongue. The feel of another woman's tit in my mouth was great, as was the taste of it and I thrilled to feel it swell and harden in my mouth. "Oh yes, Pam, you do that so well," the young blonde sighed, stroking my hair as she fed me her other breast, "I can see you're a natural!" As I suckled on her teat she reached down between us and started to undo my trousers, and I moved a little to give her more room. With a bit of shifting about from both of us she was able to keep her nipple in my mouth as she eased her hand down inside my trousers and panties, her fingers rubbing across my moistening slit. "Oh baby, you're so wet," she moaned as her hand slid up and down across my slippery sex, "you want me to lick it don't you? You want me to eat your juicy cunt!" "Um-um," I mumbled around the mouthful of tit flesh I was enjoying - I so wanted her to do that, and her dirty talk was only turning me on more. Sophie disentangled herself from me, pulling her hand from my crotch and sniffing her fingers before standing up in front of me. I watched as she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing the black hold-ups and the tiny black thong that barely covered her clearly shaven sex. She looked so beautiful and I was going gooey all over as I thought about exploring what lay hidden under that little scrap of material. Sophia knelt down in front of me and hooked her fingers into my jeans and panties, pulling them down my legs as I lifted my bottom off the sofa, leaving me naked in front of her. Discarding my clothes to one side she turned back to me and pulled my legs wide apart, lifting my feet up and placing them on the edge of the sofa, fully exposing me to her hungry gaze. "Beautiful," she murmured as she ran her hands down my slim thighs, gazing at my sex. I looked down at myself, seeing how red and swollen my pussy already looked, framed rather sexily I thought by my neatly trimmed pubic hair, "ripe and juicy." I thought I knew what was coming as she moved in and dropped her head, but from the first amazing moment her tongue touched my sex I was very pleasantly surprised. I'd had my fair share of boyfriends, and my husband John, go down on me, but none of them compared to what Sophie was doing to me - being a woman she knew exactly how and where to stimulate me with her lips and tongue, and she soon had me gasping and crying out loud with pleasure. She would drive me wild by flicking my swollen clit with her tongue and then transfer her attention to my inner thighs, licking and kissing them, and then she would be sucking on my pussy lips or splitting them and delving inside. Her cheeks were smooth against my thighs, not the sandpaper-like stubble of a guys face, and I was so turned on at seeing her pretty face partially hidden by my mound. She pulled my bottom right to the edge of the sofa and I held my legs apart as my feet slipped off. Sophie pulled my soaking wet gash wide open with her fingers and burrowed deep within, pressing her face into my slippery pussy as she fluttered her tongue inside my hole, driving me wild with delight. I'd never felt so hot and wet before and Sophie seemed to be licking and sucking up as much of my juices as she could, her enjoyment clear on her pretty face. "Sophie, Sophie, I'm cumming," I wailed as I quivered and thrust myself against her face, "oh, oh, ahh, yes!" I could feel all the muscles in my groin spasming and contracting and I swear my cunny was gasping like a landed fish as I came, harder than I had ever cum before. My clit was a hard throbbing point of pleasure, my contractions were hard and fast and I was so wet it felt like I had peed myself. Sophie kept her fingers in place, holding my convulsing sex wide open as she licked and lapped every juicy inch from taint to clit, keeping my climax going for what seemed like forever. Finally though, she relented, slowing the action of her tongue until she sat back on her haunches, smiling happily at me as she wiped her face clean. I eased my wobbly legs down so that my feet were on the floor and then, with Sophie holding her arms out to me, I slid off my sofa to sit on the floor with her, into her embrace. She kissed me deep and hard and I tasted myself on her, which was a thrill. "Pam, it's your turn now," she told me, "I want you to lie back on the floor, because I'm going to sit on you face and let you eat my cunt." "Oh...OK!" I gasped, letting her guide me back down onto the carpet. I was trembling with excitement as she stood up and slowly peeled her tiny black thong off, casting it aside as I stared up at her hairless sex. Sophie stepped forward so that she was straddling me and as she gazed down at me she ran her hands up her stocking-covered inner thighs slowly, over the bare skin above them and rubbed herself either side of her smooth inner lips. It was quite the most erotic sight I'd ever seen, and I was breathless as I watched her slowly lower herself down on top of me, her knees either side of my head. I stared at her reddened sex as it was presented to me, right there in front of me, and I inhaled deeply - the smell of her arousal was the finest perfume, and I just had to taste her. I stuck my flattened tongue out and slowly dragged it up the length of her slit, making Sophie moan happily. My first taste of another woman's pussy was mind-blowing, and I lapped at her soft wet folds again and again, loving the taste and the feel of her genitals. Sophie held my head in her hands as she watched me licking her, moaning softly and smiling at me as my tongue opened her up and delved inside her juicy pussy. "Mmm, Pam, you eat pussy very well," she sighed as she watched me eat her out, "you look like you're really enjoying yourself." I was indeed, delving deep into this beautiful woman's cunt, licking her wet flesh and revelling in the taste of her juices. It easily surpassed everything I'd fantasised about, and although I had of course tasted my own pussy juices before, to be licking and sucking up someone else's was so much better. I was aroused to a level I'd never been before as Sophie slowly ground herself against my face, smearing her cum on me as I explored every slick inch of her woman hood with my mouth. Sophie's copious juices were like nectar on my tongue as I stabbed it into her hole, before I slid it up over her pee hole to flick against her hard little clit. She really liked that, gasping loudly with delight as I flicked my tongue rapidly over her bean before sucking it between my lips. Sophie had a firm hold of my head in her hands and she was pulling me into herself as I sucked and licked her clit, rubbing herself against me as my actions got her hotter and wetter. "Oh Pam, baby, you're going to make me cum!" Sophie groaned lustily as I resumed licking and lapping her drooling cunt, "all over your pretty face!" I can't tell you how much I wanted her to do just that, to climax all over me; I wanted to have my face buried in her juicy snatch as she came, to feel her muscles convulse and to be bathed in her delicious juices. I enjoyed the feeling of being pinned down by this stunning 18 year old, her thighs pressing against my ears as she held me in tight to her, almost riding my face as I licked, sucked and nibbled on her sex, her hands tangled in my hair as I strove to make her cum. "Yes, fuck, yes!" Sophie cried out as I took her to the peak, her body trembling as her grip increased on my head. Her hips were making sharp little thrusts and I could see, and feel, her pelvic muscles contracting as I returned my attention to her firm little clitty, sucking on it hard as she came. "Ungh, fuck, fuck!" my new lover cried out as waves of pleasure pulsed through her hot young body, her movements forcing me to release her bean and just stick my tongue out, lapping her as she humped my face. My face was slippery and my mouth and tongue were coated in her fluids and I felt wonderfully dirty as Sophie did just what I had dreamed of, climaxing all over me and feeding me her cum. I lapped and sucked on Sophie until she was spent; savouring the juices her reddened sex was soaked with. When her climax was finished she slid down my chest and bent down, pulling my face to hers and kissing me passionately, sharing the taste of her herself with me. "Pam, you did that very well," she murmured between kisses, "are you sure you've never done it before?" "Oh yes, I'm sure," I replied, "although I've dreamed about doing it a thousand times!" "Well, we've got all night," she purred, "why don't we go to your bedroom and fuck like rabbits?" We got up and, holding hands, I led Sophie up stairs to our bedroom. As we made our way up I pondered what my fellow teachers would think if they could see us now, prim and proper Pam naked and leading an almost-naked young woman up to her bedroom to fuck. "Pam, have you got any stockings?" Sophie asked me as we embraced at the foot of my bed, "you've got some beautiful legs." "I have a drawer full," I told her as I led her over and pulled it open, displaying my collection of lingerie, stockings and my sex toys. "Ooh, Pam, you are a dark horse!" Sophie chuckled as she inspected the contents, running her hand over the collection of silk, lace and nylon, and the various toys at the end, "no-one at school knows the real you do they?" "Only you," I replied shyly as Sophie pulled out a pair of my favourite lace topped white hold-ups. "I want to put these on you Pam," she said. I perched myself on the edge of my bed as Sophie knelt down in front of me and took a hold of my left foot. I have sensitive feet and her touch was enough to make me shiver. Sophie noticed this and smiled up at me as she stroked and caressed my foot. "You like having your feet played with?" she asked me, and I simply nodded at her. She smiled at me as she lifted my foot up to her face and took my big toe into her mouth, sucking on it and licking it. I moaned with delight as she took turns with my toes, holding my foot with one hand as she caressed my leg with the other, turning me on so much. After a minute or two of this delightful treatment Sophie slowly and carefully put the stocking on me, unrolling it up my leg and making sure it was perfect, straightening it and caressing me as she went, until the broad lace top was fitting snugly around my upper thigh and my leg was encased in white nylon, looking and feeling fantastic. I was already feeling very horny and aroused when Sophie gave my right foot and leg the same treatment, using her mouth to such great effect on my foot before lovingly encasing my right leg in white nylon. My legs were spread wide and as Sophie stroked and caressed my thighs she teased me by going up further and brushing her fingers across my moistening slit. "You look wonderful Pam," she told me when she got me to stand up before her while she still knelt on the floor, "turn around." I did as I was told, facing away from her so that my bottom was facing her. I heard her make a happy sound as she caressed my thighs, making me shiver as her fingers ran up over the lace tops to my bare skin, her breath warm on my skin. Then I gasped as her tongue started to lick me right at the top of my right thigh, at the point where thigh becomes bottom. Her hands were gently massaging and squeezing my bum cheeks as she licked them, and when she told me to bend over I wasted no time, leaning forward and putting my hands on the bed. Sophie continued to lick and kiss my bare skin as she pulled my buttocks wide apart and worked her way between them, that divine tongue of hers circling in slowly but surely, getting ever closer to my bum hole. It felt amazing and I found myself silently urging her on - I wanted to feel her tongue in my ass. My pussy was wet and throbbing and I was sure it was going to start dripping soon I was that aroused. I let out a deep groan as Sophie hit the target, the tip of her tongue stabbing at my tightly puckered opening, worming wetly about as it sought entry. She was making strange little noises of contentment as she worked on my anus, licking and probing wetly as she burrowed her way into me, using so much saliva I felt it trickling down to my slit. Just a Girly Night In Then, suddenly, Sophie pulled away and stood up, pressing herself against me as she straightened me up too. She was hugging me from behind, her hands around me and playing with my tits as she nibbled on my ear, making me shudder with lust. "Did you like my tongue in your ass?" she whispered in my ear as she licked it. ""Oooh, I did," I groaned softly, loving the way she rolled my nipples between her fingers and thumbs. "Good, because you're going to do that to me," she told me, "I want you to eat my ass." I let her lay me down on the bed on my back, and then she got on top of me in a 69, her stockinged legs either side of me as he lowered herself down. I reached up and held her beautiful ass cheeks in my hands as I gazed at the beautiful sight before me, her slit red and juicy, and her little puckered asshole ready for my attention. Making sure my tongue had a good coating of saliva I swiped it slowly and firmly across Sophie's puckered orifice, loving the feel of the little ridges as I pressed harder into it. To my surprise it tasted not unpleasant, a little tangy but really quite bearable, and I doubled my efforts in getting my tongue further into it. "Mmm, that's it Pam," Sophie groaned happily, "Get your tongue up my ass!" I felt her muscles move and it seemed to me she was trying to relax her sphincter, eager to feel my tongue inside. While I was striving to achieve that she was busy abusing my pussy, three fingers pumping and stretching me, twisting and turning inside my sopping wet fuck hole. It spurred me on as I worked on Sophie's anus, her slit soaking my chin as I pushed and thrust my tongue ever further into her tight hole - I felt wonderfully dirty putting my tongue up another woman's arse hole and I was loving every moment. Suddenly Sophie pulled her fingers out of my soaking gash and raised herself off me, sticking those fingers into my mouth to lick and suck clean of my own juices. "I want you go get on all fours Pam," she told me, smiling as she watched me enjoy the taste of myself, "I want to fuck your cute ass." "I...I've never done that before!" I gasped as she removed her fingers. "Oh Pam, you poor thing," she sighed as she tenderly stroked my cheek, "so many women don't know they have a second pussy - you're about to meet yours!" There was no room for arguement it seemed, this was going to happen whether I wanted it or not, and so I got into the position Sophie desired - on all fours with my ass in the air and my face on the covers - as I watched her go through that drawer, selecting my smooth golden vibrator and the baby oil from the side. I was starting to panic a bit at the thought of that large thing going up my backside - surely it was too big? Sophie joined me on the bed behind me and I craned my head around to see what she was doing; to my relief she put the vibrator down and started by licking my exposed ass hole, drawing a happy groan from me - damn but that felt good! For several minutes I uttered soft moans and gasps of pleasure and Sophie made wonderfully nasty slurping noises as she explored my virgin ass with her tongue. Then she pulled away and I moaned softly at the sudden loss of her tongue, but in moments it was replaced with a very slippery finger; she was gently working baby oil into my bum with her finger, working it into every crease of my ass. I sighed happily, loving the slippery slick feel of it, and I barely noticed that she was starting to push her finger into me, so slow and gentle was she being. With slow little thrusts she gradually worked her oiled finger into my butt and I loved it, feeling my back passage try to grip that slippery invader. First knuckle became second as her finger moved back and forth, twisting and turning as she slowly fucked my ring, and I heard myself telling her how good it felt. I reached underneath myself with my left hand and started rubbing my clit slowly, adding to the delightful sensations I was feeling. "Mmm, that looks so hot!" Sophie crooned as she pumped her finger in and out of my butt hole, "but it needs more." I sighed as she slid her finger out of me - I had gotten used to the feel of it in me - there was a pause, and then I gasped as my ass resisted a thicker penetration; Sophie was now pushing two fingers against my sphincter. It hurt a little bit but I gritted my teeth and rubbed harder at my clitty as she slowly but surely pushed those two slippery digits into my bum, once more being gentle but insistent. As Sophie worked her fingers about inside my ass the pain slowly eased; I was starting to enjoy the feeling of my ass being stretched and penetrated like that. I was still rubbing myself, my clit hard and my pussy wet and slippery, and Sophie was muttering about loving the look and feel of my ass as she pushed her fingers deep inside me. "You're ready now Pam," Sophie told me, "it's time to cum with something solid in your ass." I gasped as she slowly pulled her slick fingers from my bottom, leaving it feeling open and empty, my muscles twitching and making my ass open and close. "Ok baby, I know you want it in you," Sophie chuckled as she watched my ass flex, "just let me lube it up." Yes I wanted it in me, but I was nervous too, as I was all too aware that the vibrator was thicker than two fingers. I glanced behind me and groaned as I watched her applying oil to my gold vibrator, making it glisten sexily in the soft light and I thought thank God it's got a well-tapered head! "Rub that clit Pam," Sophie smiled at me as she finished prepping the slippery phallus, "here it comes!" I closed my eyes, pressed my cheek against the sheets and rubbed my clit hard as I felt the slippery tapered head of my vibrator ease into my oiled anus. I tried to relax as much as I could as Sophie eased the toy into me, stretching me wider than before. It didn't really hurt, which surprised me, but it was a little uncomfortable, and just as I thought it was getting too much I realised it was sliding inside me. "You should see this Pam," Sophie sighed happily as she slowly pulled a few inches of slippery vibe out of me, "you ass looks so pretty stretched around your vibrator." "It feels so good!" I groaned as she pushed the toy back in me, settling into a slow and gentle rhythm, "thank you Sophie, thank you!" "My pleasure Pam," she chuckled as she steadily fucked my ass while I sawed at my pussy and clit, "I trust you'll let me fuck your ass again?" "Oh God yes Sophie!" I moaned, delighting in the wonderful feelings being created in my ass, "you know I will!" "Great! Now, cum for me honey," she purred, "I want to see you cum as I fuck your ass." It didn't take very long to be honest, I was more aroused than I had ever been, and my body was quivering and throbbing with the sensations in my ass and my fingers on my clit. I was soon gasping and crying out loudly as my climax hit me, and as I creamed all over my hand Sophie yanked the vibrator out of my ass without warning. The sudden emptiness and release of pressure was a shock, and as my muscles convulsed I felt my gaping anus opening and closing, which just added to my orgasmic delight. When my climax had subsided I was rolled onto my back and Sophie lay on top of me, kissing me passionately. I returned that kiss with desire and gratitude, feeling the dull throb in my backside and knowing that from here on I did indeed have two pussies - John was going to be so excited when he discovered that I was now willing to let him sink his cock into my backside. It felt so good to feel Sophie's body against mine, our nylon-covered legs intertwined and rubbing together, her breasts squashed against mine and making my nipples stiff. As we kissed I ran my hands up and down her back, dropping to squeeze and play with her soft bum cheeks, pulling them wide apart and teasing the puckered opening concealed there, making Sophie groan softly into my mouth. "Eat me Pam," she said as she rolled off me and spread herself out beside me, "do whatever you want, just make me cum!" I sat up and looked at her lying there, naked but for the black stockings, looking really quiet beautiful. I rolled on top of her so that I was lying between her legs I could attend to her gorgeous breasts. With my right hand squeezing and fondling her left breast I held her right as I licked and sucked on her nipple, making her moan happily as it hardened in my mouth. As I sucked and chewed on her stiff little teat Sophie gripped me with her legs, the nylon rubbing so sweetly against my skin. I transferred my mouth to her left breast and gave it the same loving treatment, making her nipple swell and stiffen as I playfully nipped it with my teeth. Having satisfied myself I slid slowly down Sophie's body, kissing and licking my way down across her tummy, pausing to tease her belly button with my tongue, heading down as she spread her legs wide for me. I shifted down so that I was lying right in front of Sophie's beautiful sex, and I paused for a moment to admire the view, running my fingers down her inner thighs, over her stocking tops to her smooth taut skin. Sophie's outer lips were swollen and dark with blood, and they framed perfectly her long straight inner lips - her pussy was easily the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I inhaled deeply as I ran my wet tongue up and down the smooth skin of her outer lips, loving the smell of her arousal as she moaned softly and writhed gently to my touch. I used my fingertips to slowly pull Sophie's outer labia back, exposing fully her wet and swollen inner lips that glistened with her juices. I stuck my tongue out and ran it up and down either side, then across the top of her petals, taking my time and savouring the experience. Sophie was moaning and groaning softly, telling me how good my tongue felt as I slowly explored all around her womanhood. "Open me up baby," she pleaded with me, "eat my cunt!" How could I refuse her? I slowly pulled her inner lips open and gazed intently at the inside of her pussy, all beautifully rendered in shades of pink and red, glistening with her juices. There was the crinkled opening to her vagina, then her pee hole, and just popping out of the joint of her lips was her clitoris, pale pink and swollen to the size of my little finger tip. It was all sticky with cum and I slowly licked my way up from her cunt hole to her clit, enjoying the taste of her juices as they coated my tongue. After lapping all the way to her clit I stabbed my tongue into her fuck hole, pressing my face into her wetness and my nose against her bean as I got as far inside her as I could. Sophie tasted great but I wanted to do more, so I eased back a little and slowly pushed two fingers of my right hand up her cunt, loving the tight wet feel of her vagina. I started to push them in and out of her sloppy hole as I rubbed her clit with my left thumb, making her gasp and cry and wriggle about. "Yes Pam, yes, fuck me!" she wailed, "fuck me hard!" I was thrusting my fingers into her fast and deep, making deliciously dirty squelching noises as I churned her juices up, and her clit was hard beneath my thumb as I frigged it. Sophie was thrusting herself back against my fingers and I could feel her pelvic muscles working, gripping my fingers as they pounded her. "Oh fuck yes!" Sophie wailed as her ass lifted off the bed, her thigh muscles rigid and trembling as she started to cum, "pull them out Pam!" That struck me as a little odd but I did as she asked, pulling my fingers out of her spasming cunt, and then I got a big surprise - Sophie squirted into my face! I'd read about it, even seen videos of it, but I'd never dreamt to be on the receiving end of something so amazing. I pulled back for a moment out of shock as Sophie bucked and cried and fired pulses of fluid out of her visibly-twitching pussy, then I moved back in, my mouth wide open to receive her baptism. My thumb moved fast across her clit and I thrilled to watch her pussy convulse and squirt her juices at me, splashing on my face and into my mouth. I'd thought it was great to lick her juices up but to have them fired right into my mouth and in such amounts that I could swallow them down was just a whole new level of hot. "Uh, uh, yesss!" Sophie moaned and gasped as she finished cumming, her squirts ebbing off to a dribble that I avidly sucked up from her red and swollen genitals, licking and lapping her as clean as I could. When I had finished that delicious task I crawled back up her limp body and lay on top of her, sharing a long and loving kiss with her and letting her taste herself on my tongue. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you I squirt," she apologised as we held each other. "Don't apologise, it was amazing," I assured her, "I already loved the taste of your pussy, although it did come as a bit of a surprise!" "So you liked it then?" Sophie asked me as we cuddled and caressed. "Oh God yes!" I groaned, "I loved it!" "Did you say John was away for a few more days?" she asked as her hands squeezed my buttocks. "Tuesday he comes back," I purred. "Mmm, good, that means you can spend the whole weekend drinking my cum," she told me, and she was as good as her word...