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Damsel in Distress

By: FogBard



WRITER'S NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT TRY WHAT IS DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY, IT IS ALL TO DANGEROUS. IT IS INTENDED PURELY FOR FANTASY PURPOSES AND NOT TO INSPIRE THE READER TO TRY ACTUAL ACT.

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Lil and I, we had a game, a high stakes game of risk. We reveled in the drama. Nobody ever knew, save a few souls who we let witness. We did not play it often, only when we needed a lurid adrenaline rush.

On Thursday afternoons, at 5:15 pm to be exact, the 405 would come through Canyon Junction on its was to Caribou Crossing laden down with its assortment of box cars, coal bins and flat beds of steel. The boys in the yard affectionately referred to all the engines as "she". All except the 405, for it was a beast of a machine unlike the others. It was designed for one thing- to do the heavy lifting of transporting nation building freight. To the boys, the 405 was respectfully called "He". Its freight was so heavy that when the 405 passed out of town and up the grade into the mountains, it could never get up much speed until it crested the hill, turned the bend and reached the plateau, leveling off before the next incline. That would be at 5:30 pm. That would be when it would release its wrath.... and no other engine could do what the 405 could...

It was just half way across the plateau that we found a path down from the road side above to the ten foot wide strip of land between the hill side and the tracks. On the other side of the tracks was another ten foot wide strip buffering the tracks from a cliff leading to a three hundred foot fall. The hill sides, dotted with rich evergreens and fresh air was where we played.

Lil was my girl. We had been together ten years and were thoroughly committed to each other. She was spontaneous and daring, always one for adventure and a quick thrill. Recently, Lil had been begging me to play again. It had been at least several weeks since our last time. I was a bit anxious believing our luck was running thin. Then she gave me that sexy little smile that I always found irresistible, the smile that said 'I promise, you will not regret this, and I will not let us get harmed'.

We drove out to the hill side, parked the car and climbed down to the tracks. By the time we were situated, it was 5:00 pm. The setting summer sun warmed us as it beamed across the valley washing the hillside in golden hues. We both undressed and by 5:15, could hear the 405's whistle blow, warning us it was leaving the station in the valley below.

Lil draped a sheer wrap around her body, stepped out onto the tracks and stood atop a railroad tie. She slipped on her shiny black fuck me pumps and stood facing the bend so she could see the train approaching. Her legs and ass were solid and sexy muscular, products of long hikes in the woods and rock climbing. Her head turned and she looked over her shoulder towards me, her doe eyes beckoning me to join her, a damsel in distress.

Lil played this game out of thrill and exhibition. It was not just exhibition but a deviant public profession of 'us', a demonstration that we were coupled. She was very proud and protective of that bond and deep inside needed to show it off in a lurid way. I was not going to deny her fetish pleasure.

I waited for a moment testing her patience and trust. She lowered the shawl down her back as an enticement. It came to rest on her hips. She drew it tight, hiding her sexy ass, her bare back revealed. I marveled at her ravishing orange hair as it cascaded off her head and across her shoulders. I excited at the thought that she was all mine.

I confidently shook my head, signaling I was not coming, not just yet. It was about 5:20 now. Ten minutes till the train. This stage of the game was being played out later than usual, later than ever before. Lil lowered the wrap below her ass and then let one end go, allowing the garment to float down to the ground while she held the other end. Her pear shaped bottom was revealed, the wrap hung from one hand and a 'come hither' facial expression beckoned me.

Now I knew it was time. I stepped onto the tracks and came up behind Lil. No words were spoken. I wrapped my arms around her hips and pressed my cock against the crack of her firm athletic ass. She playfully wiggled it, pleased that I had finally joined her. Her flesh was warm, always enticing. She craned her neck back, "About time, its getting late..." she whispered, just before I leaned my head down and kissed her.

As our lips melded, my hands roamed across her tight body, caressing her familiar curves, large breasts, taught nipples. I ran my hands through her thick orange bush, found her furrow, parted her lips and slowly teased her wanton bud in a steady sustained manner. Lil sighed. Slowly she pressed back against me, teasing my cock some more.

I heard the 405's whistle as it ascended the mountain. I had five minutes at best. My fingers were wet with Lil's juices. I brought my cock to her hairy lips below. She tilted forward to give me access and accepted me with loving familiarity. I glided in, up to the hilt, took her by the wrists and counter-balanced our weight, as I leaned back and meted out our desires.

We both could hear the train coming to the bend before the plateau. One minute at best. I was close. All I needed was a few more strokes. "C'mon baby, that's it, c'mon, cum in me," she begged between grit teeth. Then the train rounded the bend and came right at us, the engine exercising its braun as it picked up speed, releasing pent up frustration from its climb. The rails began to shudder as the beast bore down on us. Maybe forty seconds away, its headlight blazing in the early dusk. The engineer saw us and blew a warning signal. My muscular hands grabbed Lil's hips and I thrust hard hoping to cum before we had to run. I tried again, this time drawing her back against me with a thunderous vengeance. I began savaging her like a fuck doll. Lil knew I was going to push to the very last moment. She panicked and tried to pull away, fearful I was lost in the pleasure of an imminent climax. I held her closer, tighter. Her squirming hips rubbed her wet lips against the base of my shaft.

Thirty seconds to impact. Another warning signal. "No baby, lets go," she begged. I could not relent. Lil turned her upper body and pushed her hand against my chest, leveraging against me. My swollen head was violently pulled from between her tight lips. The plucking sensation took me across the threshold. I was momentarily paralyzed in the release. Lil began to run off the tracks. Ropes of my cum landed across her beautiful ass and the back of her legs as she broke away. Instinctively, she reached out and took me by the wrist, dragging me along, my cock bobbing and jiz flying as we moved.

The train roared as it approached. We made it to the grass by the cliff with seconds to spare. Lil dropped to her knees and suckled my cock, hungry for what remained of my release. The train rolled by and a bemused engineer looked out the cab, shaking his head in bewilderment, a wicked smile on his face. We had seen him before. Lil winked and waved at him with the familiarity of an old friend as she serviced me. "Until next time," I thought, "until next time..." 

Damsel in Distress



I put my beer down on the bar, disappointed I couldn't get it to go down smooth tonight. Sometimes, even when I wanted nothing more than to get a good drunk going, it just wouldn't happen. I had come into the little neighborhood bar to drink. To get shitfaced. Now, even that goal would go unachieved. 

To say I was in a mood would be a massive understatement. I was in a fugue. A morass of ennui. I was questioning life and all that entailed. The bar, a quiet little place, was picked to drink quietly with no chance of striking up a conversation. I drained the glass and threw a couple of bucks down for the bartender before walking out into the warm night air.

I lived near downtown and had walked to the bar, not wanting to add a DUI to my list of life complaints. I started the trek home, head down, hands in my pocket. 

My route took me by a busier part of town, a street where the clubs were located. There were pockets of people standing around smoking, and other than the occasional nods, no one disrupted my journey.

I turned the corner onto the street which would take me home. It was a quiet road, with small businesses, and I stopped to tie my shoelace. As I bent down to retie it, I heard a small scream. 

"No!" I heard a woman scream. It was coming from the alleyway on which the clubs backed. I walked towards the opening to see what was going on. "Stop!" I heard her cry out.

In the lowlight of the alley, I could see little, but what I did see set me into motion. There were three men surrounding a woman, and it was obvious she wasn't appreciating the attention.

As I neared, one of the men, the largest, ripped the woman's skirt, exposing her panties. The tank top she wore already had one strap torn, and she was in danger of losing it on one side. As I got closer, the man hooked his fingers into her panties and ripped then off, exposing the woman's pussy, even though one side was still attached. Even though I was scoping the situation out, my male nature did a double take, taking in the woman's pussy.

"Please stop," she cried. "I don't want this!"

The man stepped forward and pulled his hand back to slap her when I stepped in close and grabbed his wrist. The other two men were between the big man and me, so I wasn't in immediate danger of being jumped.

"The lady said stop," I said, applying pressure to the wrist. He futilely tried pulling his band away, but despite his size and strength, I had leverage.

He looked over his shoulder at me and sneered. "Turn around and mind your fucking business." He jerked his arm and I let go.

"This is my business," I said. "I won't stand here and let you hurt a woman."

"There's three of us and one of you, so I guess we'll do whatever the fuck we want."

He stepped forward and swung, putting all of his bad intentions into one wild haymaker thrown at my head. Unfortunately for him, my head was already gone. After I moved to the side, I kicked sideways and heard a crunch as my foot made contact with the side of his knee. He buckled, his head dipping and coming into contact with my upcoming knee. More crunching flattened his nose and he fell on his side, all the fight gone. 

The smaller of the two remaining men came forward more cautiously, and I managed to get the girl behind me. I could tell the man had more ability than his friend and as he approached, I knew it wouldn't be over as quick. The last man was frozen in place, so I kept him in my periphery as I faced the other.

The man came in quick, feinting right. I don't bite, but took notice he was a lefty. He settled into place in front of me and watched me. I stood back, not wanting to be overly aggressive. 

He acted, coming in quick with a three punch combo. Unfortunately for me, he led with his right when I expected his left and he clocked me, splitting the skin in my eyebrow. I felt the blood pour out, but ignored it.

He reset and came again. I blocked his punches with my arms, then hooked my left arm around his right and spun him. With him compromised, I hit him with three hard punches to the back of the head. They staggered him, but he stayed upright and stumbled out of my grasp. 

He came at me with a kick, which I caught against my ribs. I tipped him onto his back and stomped at his midsection. The stomp connected and he groaned in pain. I jumped on him and rained punches down, battering him. Finally, a well placed elbow against his temple turned out his lights. 

I jumped up, ready for the last guy, but all I saw of him was his back as he disappeared down the far end of the alley. I turned and the girl was standing, looking at the two men on the ground. She was sobbing slightly, but looked at me as I came close.

"We need to call the police," I said.

"No police!" She cried. "Please, no police. Just get me out of here and I will explain."

I ushered her out of the alley and back onto the street. I walked behind her the two blocks to my street and stopped. She was clutching her torn clothes against her, and I waited as she readjusted what remained.

"My house is right down here," I said. "Let's get my car and I will take you wherever you need to go."

"I really don't have anywhere to go," she said. "Let me think."

I nodded and led her down the street to my house. I keyed the lock and held it open for her. Without hesitation, she walked inside as I followed her. She sat on the couch, trying in vain to keep her clothes together. 

I walked down the hall into my room and found a pair of sweats and one of my t-shirts. I gave them to her and showed her the bathroom so she could change.

When she came out, I handed her a drink and settled in to hear her story.

"You were almost raped," I started, "so tell me why you didn't want the cops involved."

"It wasn't like that," she said. "Well it was, but not totally. The guy who ran?" she asked. "He was my boyfriend. The other two were guys he owed money. As partial payment, he agreed to let those two have some fun with me. I didn't know why we were going to the alley. I thought we were just gonna smoke a joint. When I resisted, it started to get a little rough."

"Nice boyfriend," I commented.

"We've only dated a couple of weeks. I had no idea what he was like. We met and went out where I live and things were good. He asked me to come see him for a week, so I flew down. Then tonight happened and I'm just really confused and scared."

I nodded. I didn't really know what to do or say, so I did nothing, just took a long drink of my vodka. My heart rate was still elevated from the alley, and I was trying to compose myself.

"That was pretty incredible....what you did in the alley. Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"Honestly? That was the first real fight I have ever been in. I workout with some friends training mma. I don't fight and have no desire to fight, but I guess all the gym time came in handy."

"I guess so," she said with smile that lit the room.

"Do you want me to take you to a hotel or something?"

"No. I mean, my purse is at his apartment. I need to get it, but don't want to see him tonight. I don't know what to do. Can I just stay here and sleep on the couch?"

"Is that a good idea? Going from being almost raped to staying in a strangers house?"

She smiled again. "A stranger that stopped me from being raped by beating up two guys and scaring my ex-boyfriend to death. I feel safe enough with you."

"I have a spare room," I said. "You can sleep there."

I showed her the room and the bathroom across the hall. I handed her a towel from the linen closet and went and sat down on the couch to finish my drink.

As the water turned on, my mind went unbidden to the image of nakedness in the alley. No matter how gentlemanly I was, I had not had a naked woman in my house for far too long, especially one I had seen mostly naked.

The girl, whose name I still did not know, was pretty. Very pretty. Probably 25 or so, she was short, about 5'2" or 5'3", and had short, dark hair. She filled out her tank top nicely, and had her breast actually been exposed, it would be a very generous handful with a little excess. She had a flat, toned stomach, nice hips, and slender legs. I had seen her cute, round ass very clearly, and the rest of her was beautiful as well. I dislike pubic hair a great deal, but for some reason I could not get the image of her pussy, complete with more hair than I had seen in years, out of my mind. The hair was dark, and though a bikini would contain it, it was not trimmed on the sides much more than that. It was close trimmed in length, looking smooth and touchable.

I heard the shower stop and managed to drag my mind back, adjusting myself to accommodate the growing hardness in my pants. 

Five minutes later she came out, the sweatpants rolled at the bottom and the t-shirt hanging down almost to her knees. Her hair was wet, and she combing it out with her fingers. She was prettier bare-faced than she had been with her club make-up on. 

"Don't look at me," she said, "I know I'm a mess."

Other than her reddened eyes from crying, I thought she was adorable. 

"You look great," I said truthfully. "My shirt looks better on you than me."

As I looked down on my well-worn shirt, I could see the hard nubs of her nipples poking towards me. I stared a beat too long. 

"Sorry," she said, "I have THO almost all the time. Drives me crazy. I usually wear band-aids to keep them from showing."

I swallowed back a grin. "That's okay. I just wondered why you were pointing at me."

She laughed. "I can't thank you enough for what you did tonight."

"No problem. I'm glad I was there. Let's get a good night's sleep and we'll figure things out in the morning."

"Deal."

I got her settled in the guest room and went and took a long shower. I couldn't help having images of her in my head, but managed to resist abusing myself. I tumbled into bed Ina pair of boxers and dropped immediately into a deep sleep.

I woke up with the sun coming through a crack in the blinds and knew it was mid-morning. The light didn't hit the window until at least 9. I stretched and noticed the smell of cooking food. I walked into the kitchen after brushing my teeth and pulling on a shirt over my boxers. I was greeted by a pair of bare legs and a nice bottom poking out of my fridge. My t-shirt covered all the good bits, but enough skin was showing to wake me up.

"Good morning," I said.

She jumped a little and turned quickly. "You startled me!"

"Sorry," I said, walking to the pot of fresh brewed coffee. I looked at the stove and saw what looked like a pretty incredible breakfast in process.

"I didn't want to intrude too much, but I figured a good breakfast was in order to say thanks."

"No problem. Smells delicious."

"It's what I do," she said. "I'm a chef for my job." 

"Even better. How'd you sleep?"

"Like the dead, considering. Once I stopped thinking, it was lights out. I don't know if you needed to be up, so I let you sleep. Do you have to work today?"

"No. I'm sort of in between jobs right now." That was partially true. I really don't work as such. I had career once, and had taken advantage of a very lucrative salary which I had invested wisely. This gave me the opportunity to not work unless I wanted. Right now, I was choosing to not work. That, combined with the very ugly end to a recent relationship, had led me to my depressed state of the night before. Having a beautiful, mostly nude, though completely covered, woman cooking breakfast in my kitchen had improved my mood greatly.

"I hate to ask this now, but what is your name?" I asked.

She laughed and covered her mouth. "Oh my god! I can't believe we don't even know each other's name. Carissa," she said, crossing the kitchen to shake my hand.

"Paul," I said, taking her soft hand in mine.

"Nice to meet you, Paul."

"You have heterochromia," I said, looking at her eyes. She had one green eye and one blue. 

"I can't believe you know the name! Yes, I am a genetic mutant."

"My aunt has one brown eye and one green eye. It's the only reason I know the name."

She smiled and returned to the stove. Thirty minutes later we finished eating and I pushed back from the table. "I'm gonna shower real quick and we'll figure out what to do next." She started cleaning up as I walked down the hall. I showered and got dressed and walked back to the kitchen as she was drying the dishes.

"Sorry, I should have shown you the dishwasher."

"I saw it. I like doing dishes by hand. Just a quirk of mine."

"So, what now? I guess we need to find your boyfriend and get your stuff back, huh?"

"Yeah. He's probably working. I hope he will give me the key without any trouble. I like your shirt, but I don't want to run around town dressed in your clothes longer than I have to."

"I have to run an errand real quick, then we can get started. You know where everything is?"

"Sure. I'm just going to shower."

I waited until I heard her in the shower, then went over to where she had discarded her clothes. I checked her sizes on her skirt and shirt, then tried to feel uncreepy as I checked her torn panties. She had been braless, so I was going to have to guess on her size. I got in the car and drive a few streets over to a shop my ex had shopped at frequently. 

The owner helped me pick out a pair of shorts and a top, and even though I was going for chivalry, I had to admit the shorts I picked were pretty brief. I grabbed a pair of bikini panties and a pair of thong panties to let her decide, then pondered her bra size. She was very petite, so I went with a 32C. I grabbed a pair of flip-flops and paid, leaving after 10 minutes of shopping with my bag.

She was sitting in the living room on the couch, wearing my t-shirt with her damp hair. I handed her the bag.

She looked inside and back at me. "You needed something to go out in," I said.

"You shouldn't have. Thank you, though. I swear I will pay you back."

"No need," I said. "Consider it a breaking up gift."

She ran into the guest room and came out a few minutes later. She looked fantastic. The shorts were not scandalous by any means and fit her perfectly, showing a nice expanse of tanned thigh. The top was form fitting, and I noticed she was wearing the bra. 

"Are they okay? We can exchange them if not."

"No, they are perfect. Are you sure you aren't gay? How in the world did you know my size?"

"I cheated. I looked at your torn clothes."

"Smart. I wasn't wearing a bra, though," she said with a smile.

"Educated guess?"

"Know your way around a boobie, huh? And a choice of pantie styles, too."

"Well, yeah. I wanted you to be comfortable. There wasn't enough of the old ones left to tell what they were."

She crossed and gave me a gentle hug. "Thank you," she said.

"Where to?"

"He works at a garage over by Denny's. I don't know the name of the place, but will know it when I see it. I've only been here two days, so I don't know my way around very well."

I knew the place. We went out and out of habit, I opened the Jeep door for her. I almost put my hand on her butt to boost her in, but stopped. My ex was short and had a hard time climbing in the lifted car, so it was a habit for me to give a helping hand. 

I settled behind the wheel and we drove over. I was expecting trouble, but she told me to stay in the car. "I can handle this. His coworkers won't let anything get out of hand. I'll be right back."

Within two minutes, she returned brandishing a key. "He gave it right to me. He begged me to let him explain, but what was he going to say? 'I'm sorry I was going to let guys I owed money fuck you'? Douchebag."

She directed me to a small apartment complex and we parked in front. I followed her up the stairs, entranced by her bouncy butt in the shorts. I decided through careful observation that she had gone with the thong.

Once inside, she gathered her belongings quickly. She checked her purse and wallet and announced nothing was missing. She grabbed her phone and charger off the end table and stuffed them in her purse. I grabbed her suitcase and duffel and followed her back to the Jeep. 

I drove away and looked across at her. "We made a clean getaway," I laughed.

"Yes we did! I hate to say it again, but thank you so much!"

"How about thanking me by having lunch with me?"

"Only if I treat."

I turned into my favorite restaurant and we got a table. We ordered and sat back. "I hope you aren't in any trouble," she said. "You don't think those guys will come looking for you or send the police after you?"

"I doubt I have too much to worry about. I have never seen them in my life, and I really doubt two wannabe rapists will report me to the cops. Just in case, please tell me you will back my story?"

"Of course. I just felt so stupid last night. Coming to stay with a guy i barely knew and getting in that situation. If it comes right down to it, I will expose my stupidity to the world in order to save your butt."

In the car after lunch, I asked her what she wanted to do. Airport? Hotel?

"I need to check on flights. My ticket out isn't for 5 more days so I need to change it. I hate to be a chicken, but I really am afraid to stay by myself after last night. Can I stay with you until I get my flights straightened out?"

"Sure."

She got on the phone and talked to her airline while I sat on the couch with an afternoon beer. She finished and came and sat across from me. 

"No luck until at least day after tomorrow."

My town had very limited flights, so I knew how hard it could be to get a flight in a hurry. With only two flights departing daily, it was a nightmare trying to get flights out on short notice.

"Well, I guess we are roommates."

I took her bags into her room and settled back on the couch as she straightened her stuff out. She came out a little later and sank on the couch beside me. She had put on a little eyeliner and mascara, but was otherwise make-up free. I could see I a little swell of cleavage through her v-neck, but heroically managed to maintain eye contact.

"What now?" she asked. "Do you feel invaded?"

Oddly, I didn't. "No, it's actually nice to have some company."

"No girlfriend?"

"Not in a few months. We were together for three years and she had moved in here. Everything was great and I had even started shopping for wedding rings. It's trite and cliche, but I came home unexpectedly one afternoon and found her in my bed with one of her coworkers."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Better I found it before we got married."

I made drinks and opened the doors to the back patio. She followed me outside and made a little squeal.

"I didn't know you had a pool!"

"Sorry, I'm a bad host. Didn't think to tell you."

"This is a beautiful yard."

I smiled. I was inordinately proud of my backyard. I had designed the landscaping myself, and it was my oasis away from life. The pool and hottub was surrounded in rich, green vegetation, and despite being a loner, the space was perfect for entertaining.

We sat on the patio and drank, and before long I was feeling relaxed. Carissa was feeling no pain, and after an hour or so asked if she could go for a swim.

"Of course. Do you have a suit?"

"Forgot about that," she sighed.

"I can run and buy one if you want. Or you can take the Jeep and go?"

"I hate to ask you to do that. You can take my card. How about if I make a pitcher of sangria while you go?"

"Perfect. Trust me to pick out your suit?"

She glanced down at her clothes and laughed. "Sure."

I went back to the boutique and looked over their selection of swimwear. The pig in me came out and I looked at the smallest bikinis in stock. The owner saw me looking and ran to the back.

"I just got a new shipment in this morning," she said. "Give me one minute."




Damsel in Distress



She returned with three suits and laid them out. "These are a little smaller than anything else I have. I'm not sure they will even sell here. They are Brazilian cut. Not really a thong, but a little more daring than anything I have sold before."

I grabbed the white one and checked the size. The bottom was right, but the top might be a little small. I decided the visual was going to be nice and handed the lady my card. 

I returned to the house and found her out back, sitting on the edge of the pool soaking her legs. A large pitcher of sangria was sitting on the table in the shade.

She waved as she saw me. "How can a man shop so fast?"

I handed her the bag and watched as she walked inside, feeling slightly guilty knowing how tiny the bikini was. I followed her inside and put on my trunks. I poured a glass of sangria and sat waiting. She came out with a towel wrapped around her and sat, filling her glass.

"If its not okay," I said, "I will go get another one."

She smiled. "It's fine. Thank you again. I 'm flattered really. I just wish my body was as good as it should be to wear this thing."

"You have an incredible body," I said. "I bet it looks great."

She stood and dropped the towel. As it dropped, so did my jaw. While I had seen plenty of her body, I was unprepared for how she looked in the bikini. The bottoms fit perfectly, hugging her hips with the white Lycra. She turned, and I saw the bottom of her perfect ass exposed. The suit hugged the top of her ass before dipping between her tight cheeks. Somehow there was lift and separation, and I was in lust. The top was a little small, and her breasts were pushed together, forming a wonderfully deep cleavage. I was proud of myself and disgusted at the same time. I had taken advantage, but decided I deserved the view.

"You look stunning," I said. "I do apologize for getting you such a small bikini, but you look amazing in it."

"I'm glad you think so. I don't mind really. I have always wanted to wear something so daring, but always talked myself out of it. Let's swim!"

She jumped in, which I loved. Most women ease into water, and I liked her exuberance in just throwing herself in. I dived in behind her and got a nice view of her delicious wet ass swimming a few feet in front of me.

We swam and talked, and I got us drink after drink. She stayed in the water, paddling in the cool water.

"I think we need another pitcher," she said. She climbed the steps out and I watched closely as she walked across the patio. Her ass was gorgeous and I was dismayed as she wrapped a towel around her waist and went in.

She came back out with a full pitcher and refilled our glasses. She dropped her towel and came over to sit on the edge. Her white suit was almost transparent, and I could clearly see her brown nipples through the fabric. From my vantage point from the pool, I could see her little bush through the bottoms as well. 

She could easily see where my eyes were wandering. "I will give you the benefit of the doubt on the white. You had no idea it would be so see-through, huh?"

Emboldened by drink and lust, I answered simply, "One could only hope."

This brought a smile to her face. "I don't mind you looking," she said with eyes half closed. 

I didn't mind looking, and grew bolder, staring at her chest. Her nipples were hard and poking, and the suit was tight enough I could her pebbled areola through the thin fabric. 

I glanced again between her legs, which she had done nothing to close. I could clearly see her hair pushing against the suit, and my trunks suddenly felt much tighter.

She slipped into the water and slowly swam towards me. I knew what was coming and the anticipation was exquisite. She slipped into my arms and our mouths met. We started slowly, lips exploring lips, but I soon felt as her tongue slipped gently against mine. 

I threw caution to the wind, and kissed her deeply. I pulled her close to me, my hands cupping the bare portion of her ass as I pulled her against me. She wrapped her legs around me, and my hard cock settled next to her pussy. She pressed herself against me and I backed her against the side of the pool.

After a few minutes, I stopped and cupped her face in my hands. "Is this a good idea?"

"Probably not," she said breathlessly, " but I really don't care."

I kissed her again and again for a long time. I slipped my hands in her suit bottoms and slid them down her legs as she kicked out of them. I put my hands around her waist and lifter her up on the edge of the pool and moved between her legs.

She moaned softly when my lips made contact with her pussy. I slid my tongue inside to taste her, feeling the soft hair as I explored her lips. I kissed her pussy deeply, tasting her aroused juices. She moaned and thrust her hips towards me. I sucked her hard clit into my mouth, and slipped a finger inside her to stroke against her inner walls. A soft cry told me I had found her spot, and I continued until she came. While not loud, she was responsive, moaning softly as she came. I didn't stop until she came a second time.

"Fuck!" she moaned. "That was incredible!"

I slipped my finger out and looked at her swollen pussy. Her lips were parted just a little, and I could see the tender pink flesh framed by her soft brown hair. Suddenly, I understood the fixation some men had with hair and shifted a lifetime of desire for bare flesh.

"It's not very modern, I know," Carissa said, seeing him stare intently at her sex. "I used to shave, but have let it grow for a while. I don't even know why, really."

I leaned forward and kissed her pussy. "It's very sexy. You are very sexy."

She slipped into the pool beside him and kissed him. He thrilled at her tasting herself on his mouth. She reached between them and grabbed his cock through his trunks. "I'm too short to stay in the pool. How about we go to the bed now?"

They went inside and he dried her body. He took her top off and looked at her beautiful, full breasts. He leaned down and took each nipple in his mouth, sucking the tips to complete hardness. Her nipples were obviously sensitive as she moaned and pushed against him as he suckled.

Once she was dry, she untied my shorts and struggled to get the wet fabric over my hips. My cock, fully hard and needing attention, proved to be another hindrance. Once I was naked, she dried me off, then pushed me back on the bed. She followed and settled between my legs.

She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it up and down. She watched intently, seeing my hard flesh in her small hand. "You have a beautiful cock," she said. "Thick and very hard. Do you want me to suck it now?"

"Please."

She leaned forward and licked across the tip, then trailed her tongue down my shaft and licked my balls. She took my balls in her hand and gently sucked each one, taking care to be careful on my sensitive skin. After a few moments she licked back up and slowly encircled the head of my cock with her tongue.

She took me in her mouth and sucked intently on the head, causing a mixture of pleasure and mild pain. I let her go, liking the feeling, unsure if she knew how good she was at pleasing me. She took more of me in her mouth, deeper and deeper until she came back up, she soon found her rhythm, taking me deep, then shallow, alternating to keep the sensations from being predictable. I closed his eyes and enjoyed what was easily the best blowjob of my life.

Finally, I stopped her, pulling her up to him. "You can come in my mouth," she said.

"Maybe later. Now, I want to be inside you."

She spread her legs as I moved between her thighs, and I grasped my cock, bending it down to the entrance of her sex. She gasped as I rubbed the head across her clit. She was more than wet enough, so I thrust in to fill her halfway. As she adjusted to my cock, I pushed in deeper and deeper until I was fully inside her. She was tight, her walls grasping every inch of my hardness. I settled, feeling the warm wetness without moving. She began to squirm beneath me, trying to get me to move. I kissed her, looking at her bi-color eyes. Slowly, I pulled back and began to slowly thrust, watching her face as I began to fuck her.

"Yes. Right there. It feels so good," she said, looking me in the eye as she took pleasure from my cock.

I continued my slow pace, but thruster a little harder and deeper on each stroke. Her breathing changed and I watched her bite her lower lip. My body was pressed tight against her, and I knew she was rubbing her clit as I fucked her. Soon, she cried out and began to come. I pulled her hips against mine as she finished her climax.

"That was incredible, but now I really need you to fuck me," she panted. "Make yourself feel good. Use my pussy to make your cock feel good."

I turned her over and pulled her ass in the air. I had wanted to get her from behind since I first saw her ass, and now was my time. I guided myself in and set my cock deep in one long thrust. She moaned as I filled her. She pushed back harder against me as I gripped her hips and began to fuck her pussy.

I started hard and fast, but continued to go harder. I pulled her hips against my thighs, feeling her clench around my cock. 

"Right there," she moaned. "Fuck me."

I thrust in again and again. i was loving feeling her responsive body underneath me, and when I saw her slide her hand between her legs and start rubbing her clit, I knew she was my equal sexually. She was not afraid to get what she wanted, and I loved that in a woman. 

I slowed a little and spread her perfect round cheeks. I gently rubbed her tight, puckered hole to see what her reaction would be.

When she was silent, I slid my finger in her ass a little and rubbed in time with my thrusts. She moaned and pushed against me as she came yet again. This one was long, and she cried out as it reached its peak.

I stopped and lay beside her as she recovered her breath.

"You are a fucking animal," she laughed. "I must be slipping, though. How have you not come?"

"Control, baby." I pulled her on top of him and watched as she rode me. She guided me inside and rocked back and forth, seating my cock inside her. She began to slowly and deliberately ride me, coming up until I was ready to slip out and then back down. Her breasts bounced as she did, and I reached to cup their full weight in my hands.

She leaned forward and rested her breasts on my chest, and whispered in his ear. "Tell me when are ready to come."

She rode me harder, pushing down on my cock until she was fucking me. My. need was growing, but I wanted to stretch the feeling out as long as possible. When I could hold out no more, I told her I was close.

She slid off and down my body, taking my pussy slick cock in her mouth. Nothing turned me on more than a woman tasting herself on my cock, and I gave in, coming hard and long. She never wavered, just continued sucking me until I was done. When she pulled away, she had swallowed completely.

"I told you I wanted you to come in my mouth," she said with a devilish grin.

I stretched out and looked at her. She was beautiful, amazing in bed, and I was hooked. I hoped she felt the same way. I was also starving. 

"I need dinner. Let's go eat, it's still early. It was just after 8, so they dressed quickly and drove to a restaurant. I loved how she could get ready in minutes.

Once at the restaurant, I reached across and took her hands in mine "So, you think you might want to leave your ticket alone and stay here with me for a few more days?"

"I would love to. Please don't think I'm some crazy flighty person who jumps into things quickly. I thought Greg was some great guy and wanted to get to know him. He was nothing like the guy I met at home. This," she motioned between us, "is really incredible. I just don't want you to think I hop from bed to bed."

"It doesn't matter if you do. I just want you in mine for a few days so we can see if this really works."

"Sounds like a good plan."

After dinner, we drove back to my place. She unzipped my pants and leaned over the console, taking my cock in her mouth. "I really can't get enough of your cock," she said.

Once I got home, I tucked himself back in my pants and led her inside. I pushed her against the door and stripped her shorts off. She was not wearing underwear, and I knelt and licked and sucked her pussy until she came trembling, right against the front door. 

We made it as far as the couch, shedding clothes across the floor until we were both naked. She knelt on the floor and gripped my cock. She leaned forward and slid me between her breasts, pushing them together and watching as I slid in and out of her cleavage. I had never tittie fucked a woman, and had definitely never had one instigate it.

"I have never done that before," she giggled. "Your cock is just the right size, though."

She leaned down and took me in her mouth. I let her suck me for a minute, then pulled her onto me. I had her face away, lowering her pussy down on my cock. I grabbed her ass as she rode me, filling each hand with a perfect cheek. I reached around and rubbed her clit, letting her control the pace until she came. 

I moved her until she was sitting with her ass at the very edge of the couch. I moved between her legs, pushing inside her as I looked at her face and tits. I wanted her to feel good, but at that moment, my need trumped all. I started fucking her, angling up to hit her g-spot. She moaned with each thrust, and before long she came. She came again and again, until her orgasms melded into one long ultimate come. I drove in deeper, wanting to come. 

As my need neared, I saw in my mind what I wanted. As I was about to come, I pulled out and stroked my cock until I came, shooting load after load onto her pretty hairy pussy. She watched with wide eyes as each thick rope landed in her bush. "That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen," she said. She reached between her legs and rubbed my come into herself. She brought her hand up and licked her fingers, tasting herself and my come. She did it again and again, until she could get no more.

"I am such a dirty slut with you!" she laughed.

"Not yet. You have to at least take it in the ass to be a true dirty slut," I teased. 

She got up. "Let's go take a shower, and you never know....I might just let you be the first guy to ever get my ass!"



Damsel In Distress (3 & 4)



Imagine your sister asking you to chaperone her on a date. Would you? Debatable - Now suppose you had to dress as her girlfriend? Duncan did but it was his sister who came to his rescue when subjected to a humiliating ordeal.

This story can be misleading. It starts as an endearing sister, brother crossdressing scenario that develops into a humiliating and brutal male rape. I don't wish to offend so if issues of this nature disturb or bother you please don't read any further. If you have a open mind and a broad sense of imagination ... Enjoy. 

Tomi

3. Cast Off

The morning haze soon cleared and the sun strengthened tremendously as they journeyed up the M11 motorway. Helens supposedly unreliable car performed amicably but rather than watch the road Duncan couldn't take his eyes off his long slender legs stretched out before him. He just couldn't believe how his slingbacks extended his legs but his stunning looks didn't keep him from playing nervously with the material of his dress whilst crossing and uncrossing his legs. The journey was not as pleasant as he had envisaged. The seat belt was uncomfortable. Its harness cut deep across his chest squishing his huge breasts and Helens window open played havoc with his long hair. He cursed and checked his make-up in the vanity mirror repetitively. 

'Stop worrying.' Helen said realising his apprehension. 'Relax, you look lovely.' She held the steering wheel with her right hand and squeezed his thigh gently. 'We'll knock them dead.' 

As arranged she parked in the grounds of the "The Granta Inn" adjacent to the boat yard. With its traditional pub décor and patio overlooking the mill pond and Sheep's Green it was heavily favoured by tourists. Duncan's dress fluttered as he jumped out of the car exposing his white thigh and lacy stocking tops. Characteristically of a woman he looked around slightly embarrassed. 

'Cindy.'

'Yes, Helen?'

'Now you're a girl,' she smiled amiably, 'I want to give you a bit of advice.'

'Yes?'

'Try to remember you're a demure young lady not a boisterous lad.'

Duncan looked down at his pretty dress. 'I completely forgot. You girls, how on earth do you do it?' He cradled his temples with the flats of his hands. 'There's just so much to remember.'

Like true girlfriends Helen took Duncan's arm lightly and led him proudly into the bar. As they walked across the polished wooden floor their heels clicked noisily sounding their arrival causing the men to turn and eye the approaching talent. Duncan felt slightly queasy. 

'I'm not sure if I like this.' He said quietly, but Helen tightened her hold on his arm and steered him towards the bar. Both girls giggled nervously as two boys whistled appreciably as they strutted across the floor, wiggling their hips.

'You'll be fine with some alcohol inside you.' She smiled at the barman and looked at Duncan. 'Well what'll you be having Cindy?' 

He looked at the vast assortment of real ales. 'A pint of Boddingtons please.' He automatically replied. 

She smiled sweetly, fluttered her eyelids and whispered her order to the young barman who poured two port and lemons. 'If this is going to work,' she smiled at Duncan, 'you have to remember your the young and feminine Cindy not some beer swilling lad out on the town.' 

'OOPS! I forgot again, sorry.' 

'I know you did Cindy just try and be more careful. Dressed as you are I don't know how you can be so absentminded.' She flicked his skirt and removed a small stray hair.

Duncan sipped his drink effeminately and noticed the lipstick mark his painted mouth left on the glass. 'I feel totally embarrassed watching all these guy's in jeans and T-shirts'.

'Why's that?' Asked Helen.

'I didn't mind dressing in all these lovely female clothes when I was just with you in the security of your bedroom but now I'm amongst other men I feel out of place. I should be among them instead of wearing your pretty summer frock and passing myself off as a girl.'

Helen smiled. 'You're so sweet sometimes, but please don't worry.'

Duncan took another nervous sip of his drink. He hated port and lemon.

'Helen, Helen.' Shouted a strong male voice and before they could look up from their drinks they where joined by Paul and a mystery man. 

'Hi.' Helen said with obvious delight.

'Hi, babe,' said Paul. 'Glad you could make it.'

Paul was good-looking with red hair and the body of a committed rugby player. The other lad was black haired, slender but equally as muscular, his name was Steve.

'Have you met Cindy before?' Helen asked.

'No.' They both said.

'I haven't had the pleasure.' Steve added.

'Hello.' Said Duncan, as a pink blushed his new feminine face.

Steve rudely stared at Duncan's breasts. Tasty he thought I'll get myself a piece of that later.

They chatted politely up against the bar as Helen gazed into Paul's eyes and Duncan did his best to avoid Steve's lecherous stare. He flicked his hair backwards and moistened his lips as Steve looked at him the unmistakable way a man looks at a woman, only Duncan wasn't a woman.

At a suitable moment Duncan excused himself to powder his nose. 

'Come on.' He said to Helen. 'Please come with me.' Helen smiled, what a feminine gesture she thought as they both picked up their handbags and tripped silently to the ladies. 

It was hot. Paul wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. 'See you in a minute girls.' 

Once out of earshot Duncan hissed at Helen. 'What on earth have you done pairing me up on a blind date with a bloke.' 

'Quite.' She said bayoneting Duncan with a look. 'Wait until we're in the loos, they may hear.' 

Duncan paused before he followed her inside the ladies unsure of the legality of what he was about to do.

'Hurry up, you look suspicious just standing there, no one will know. Don't attract attention to yourself'

He gave the ladies icon a sideways glance as he pushed open the door.

It was, as he'd expected, very similar to the men's toilet but there was no urinals and the section reserved for hand washing was larger. Inside three girls gossiped as they eyed them suspiciously as if trespassing. One was spaying some strong perfume down her blouse, another retouched her lipstick, and one hitched her skirt up her thigh and adjusted her stockings. Duncan couldn't help staring. 

'What's a matter love, can't you see?' She laughed, pulled her skirt down and left with her two friends. 

Helen looked at Duncan and sensed his concern. 'Look.' She said, also retouching her lipstick. 'Don't give me a hard time I only repeated what he told me. I feel awkward about this too.' 

Duncan winced. 'Not as awkward as me. That's for sure.' 

'Look, Dunky, Steve's a nice guy, can't you just go along with the charade. He needn't know and we will be home in a few hours.' 

Duncan was adamant, 'No.' He said brushing his long hair. 'I want to go home. Now' 

Helen looked annoyed. 'How can you be so insensitive this means so much to me and your prepared to throw it all away.' 

'Dammit Helen. He said scowling. 'I'm sorry, but you're asking too much.' Helen ignored him and started to walk towards the exit. 

'Hold on where are you going.' He said. 

'Back to the boys. If you want to ruin your day go ahead but I'm staying here.' 

'But how can I get home?' He asked. 

A tight smile flashed on to Helens face. 'Not my problem.' 

'Damm you Helen. It is your frigging problem.' Duncan's voice rose half an octave and he looked set to weep. 'You've got me over a barrel, Helen, I will have to play along with your charade.' Duncan shrugged his shoulders, stranded he had no choice. 'I only wish I'd brought a spare change of clothing.' 

'That's better.' She said giving him a peck on the cheek. 'You'll enjoy the day it'll be fun. Just relax, pretend you're all woman.' A older lady entered the toilet and disappeared into a cubicle. 'That's an idea, while you're here do you want to go?' 

He did and for the first time in his life he went sitting down like a lady. What have I done to deserve this he thought as he sat with his head buried in his hands, looking down at his skimpy panties gathered round his ankles and the skirt bunched round his waist. This is all getting rather out of hand. 

When they eventually emerged the two lads had found seats and they gestured for them to join them. 

'Over here', Paul shouted. Duncan noticed how they smirked to each other as he sat down and slid his handbag under the table. Did they know? Was it obvious? Had they guessed? 

They stayed in the bar for a further hour and the lads kept them well lubricated with spirits. Steve seemed a respectable lad. Duncan could have even considered him as a mate, not as a boyfriend especially while wearing a skirt. Helen proceeded to obviously drool over Paul embarrassingly while he teased her cruelly occasionally patting her thigh. Duncan shifted uncomfortably in his chair. 'When are we going punting?' he said impatiently.

Paul took a long pull at his pint of beer. It was cold and felt good going down his throat. 'Soon.' He said. 'Soon.' He lied . . . it wasn't until after their fourth strong drink that Paul eventually suggested they go and after knocking back the dregs they all ambled outside into the bright sunshine. Paul took Helens arm affectionately and Duncan avoided Steve doing similar by switching his shoulder bag from hand to hand nervously.

'You spoke of a group. Where are the others?' Duncan asked inquisitively.

'They'll join us on the river. Some of the girls wanted to do some shopping first.' Paul explained. 

'Lovely historic city Cambridge.'

'Great shops,' Helen added, 'You know what us girls are like.'

Duncan smiled and perched Helens large sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and went to collect the hamper from the boot of the car. Steve rushed over and offered to carry it for him. 

'Thank you,' he said smiling sweetly, 'you're a gentleman.' 

Steve grinned and placed a firm hand on Duncan's shoulder. Duncan trembled and pulled away sharply. 

'Let's catch up with the others,' he muttered nervously. They waited for the road to clear as hoards of students cycled frantically past. At the boat yard the two lads dolled out the twenty pound deposit and a further fifteen pounds for three hours hire. 


'Will you be travelling on "The Backs" or up river to Grantchester?' the girl at the pay desk asked.

Duncan and Helen looked at each other blankly. 'Up river,' Paul replied and the girl stamped their ticket accordingly and waved them towards the awaiting boat hand.

A squalid little man of ragged appearance came forth and eyed the ladies hungrily, 'I have your punt ready. Step this way.'

They all clambered into the punt gingerly and stashed the hamper under the front seat.

Duncan felt the little mans eyes tearing through his light summer dress and appreciated the slip he had so almost forgot.

'Have a nice day lads,' the boat hand said in a dirty voice.

4. Lesson one.

The day was idyllic, a soft breeze blew, the sun shone and a colourful array of birds chirped merrily. The water was calm and the two lads took it in turn controlling the punt. Duncan was grateful he wasn't required to exert any stamina as the lads struggled with the long poles. Funny he thought but dressed in the flowing summers frock and frillies he felt as if his muscles had wasted and his normal strength drained. He didn't mind. . . it felt applicable. 

He huddled alongside Helen at the front of the craft and they both stretched themselves out displaying their pretty dresses to the two lads whilst admiring the beautiful period buildings of the university. The dainty parasol that Helen brought along was a great idea. What ever lad wasn't steering sat in the centre of the punt. 

Duncan grinned as he dangled his hand over the side and broke the water's surface with a long nail. He closed his painted eyes, Hmm! He murmured as the day's events washed over him. This is the life, he mused feeling the constriction of his bra on his huge breasts and the panties riding high on his hips. He moved slightly and his body slid between the silky slip and pretty cotton dress. He took a deep breath in satisfaction and the scent of women's perfume reached his nose. Its situations like this he could quite imagine how it might feel to remain a girl permanently. Bliss he thought, what a beautiful day.

Paul, taking his turn to punt, broke the silence.

'Does anyone know those four people?'

'Where?' Helen asked, sitting up and looking ahead.

'Next to the Queens college, on the bridge. They're waving frantically as if they know us.'

'I know two of them.' Steve said. 'That's Don and Betty from my drama group.'

Helen turned around and looked at what they where both staring at. She squinted in the sun. 'Isn't that our parents,' Helen said to Duncan quietly. 

Duncan froze. He'd never considered his Mum and Dad would come to Cambridge for the day with their friends. 'I don't believe it,' Doug whispered back to Helen. 'What shall we do?' 

'Nothing,' Helen said cheerfully, as she waved.

'Hello.' Cried their mum. 'Hello Helen, Hello Cindy. Having fun?' 

'How does she know my name,' Duncan asked, 'and who does she think I am?' 

'Do stop fretting you'll start hyperventilating at this rate,' Helen whispered, 'I probably mentioned during the week that you where to join us. Smile, relax and wave back.' 

They past under the bridge and they all waved. 

Duncan flushed. 'Oh Gawd! Dads got his bloody video camera and he's aiming it this way.'

'Say cheese.' He shouted.

'I'm dead.' Duncan said. 

Helen by this time was getting a bit short tempered. 'Quit worrying they didn't recognise you. How can they possibly, you don't look like their son but a pretty girl. Enjoy.' 

Their craft drifted silently on and they soon left the busy city of Cambridge for the tranquillity of the open countryside. Paul suggested they stop when they see a suitable spot for the picnic. It wasn't long before he chose a picturesque setting shaded by a large oak tree in a field magically carpeted with millions of spring wild flowers. He moored up while Steve helped the ladies out of the punt. It rocked as they both stood. Helen squealed and Duncan unsteady in his flimsy high heels tottered precariously let out a shrill cry and gratefully accepted Steve's supporting hand as he helped him onto dry land. 

'Thank you. You're most helpful.' He said politely.

Helen and Duncan busied themselves with the picnic things. First they laid a large car blanket on the tall grass, then spread the contents of the hamper neatly in the centre whilst Paul produced a football and leisurely kicked it about with Steve. 

'I don't believe some men,' Helen said, watching the two lads running around the field. 'Here we are two attractive ladies, beautifully dolled up and what do these men do. . .play football.' 'No offence meant but I ask you? men they are stupid sometime.' 


Duncan looked relived. 'If you want my opinion,' he said, 'they can kick that bit of leather until we are due back at the yard. I would rather they play with that than me.' He fiddled with the hem of his dress and flicked an imaginary crumb off the pastel coloured fabric. Helen laughed and when they had laid everything out they both relaxed, drank some wine and chatted. Duncan unsure of how to act copied his sister where possible and sat in a similar position with his legs together folded underneath his skirt. 

'Isn't the day just terrific,' Helen said, stretching out and letting the sun tan her legs. Its days like this I'm so glad to be a woman and wearing a skirt. How about you Cindy?' She hitched the hem of her dress above her knees to ensure she received maximum sun.

Duncan laughed nervously. 'I wish you'd stop teasing me but dressed as I am and with you talking to me in this manner I can quite forget my true gender.' 

'Good,' said Helen, 'that's precisely the object.' 

Duncan did feel quite relaxed and he was beginning to enjoy being dressed as Cindy. I couldn't do this as Duncan he thought as he picked some wild flowers nearby and Helen showed him how to make a pretty garland. 

'Here.' She said. 'Put this on.' and she placed her handiwork gently on his head. 'I wish I had a camera,' Helen said, 'you'd make such a pretty picture all dressed up in this beautiful field by the riverside decked in wild flowers.' She smirked. 'So pretty, so very pretty.'

The meal was delicious and after they had consumed the beer and champagne they all collapsed in a drunken stupor on the blanket. 

He hadn't felt this good for ages. The champagne bubbles had gone to his head and Duncan felt very peculiar but still sufficiently sober to feel an adventurous hand creeping up his stockinged thigh. He sat bolt up right and glared at Steve who quickly withdrew. 

'Sorry.' He said, 'I don't want to appear forward.' 

Duncan scowled hard at Helen for some moral support but she was busy playing tonsil tennis with Paul and by the look of things they becoming quite heated. Duncan turned back towards Steve who without warning tore Helens sunglasses off his face and taking hold of the back of his head pushed his mouth towards him. The pretty garland broke and fell from his long hair. Steve's lips locked firmly to Duncan's as his tongue invaded the privacy of his mouth. He enthusiastically crushed his firm lips to those of the surprised Duncan as his hands caressed his neck and back. He kissed him long and hard and it was some time before Duncan could break free. 

'What's the matter,' Steve said. 'Don't you like the kiss of a man?' 

Duncan blushed. What the hell was he to do? 

He'd have to play along. He just hoped Steve didn't expect to go too far on his first date. Duncan smiled politely but Steve took this gesture as a green light and lunged a hand at Duncan's right breast. He squeezed hard and looked happy with what he found. For once Duncan was glad he'd listened to his sister for having made him wear the synthetics. What would he have done if he'd felt crackly tissue as his hand massaged and caressed his breast. Without any encouragement Steve became more and more amorous and his hands began to wander enthusiastically over Duncan's skirt and stockinged legs. Duncan cursed his dress as however he sat the material gaped openly displaying a large expanse of slender thigh and lacy stocking top. All much to the delight of the excited Steve who sprang forward for a second sitting. Duncan momentarily struggled to break free but something strange happened. As Steve caressed his skin through the cool fabric of his dress and played with his soft, silky hair, he momentarily forgot who he was and relaxed. Was he the feminine pretty Cindy or the masculine Duncan. It really was confusing. 

He enjoyed Steve's attention and succumb to his advances, kissing his date back strongly. It was a terrifying sensation as the groggy Duncan temporarily lost control, his penis stiffen in his silken panties and he yearned for release from the taut fabric. His body began to tingle, he felt a hand on his leg move up to his bottom, massaging it with his fingers, finding the lacy edging of his panties and slowly pulling them down. What's happening to me he thought as he grappled to retain a hold on reality. I am a man, I am a man he said to himself repeatedly as he fought to break free from Steve's strong embrace. Sensing something was wrong he relaxed momentarily allowing Duncan to scramble up, regain his composure and skip daintily away from the salivating Steve. 

'So you want to be chased do you?' He rasped picking himself off the rug. 

Helen hearing the commotion but oblivious to his danger also pulled herself away from Paul and ran off in the opposite direction. 

'Catch me if you can.' She taunted and scampered among the long grass and wild flowers. She, of course, hoped to be caught but Duncan didn't and ran like the wind in a desperate bid to outrun the advancing Steve. It was hopeless of course in his high heels and restrictive skirt so Duncan doubled back when he could see he was losing ground in the hope for support from Helen. Exhausted he collapsed back on the rug and realised in horror she had gone. 




Damsel In Distress (3 & 4)



'Got you.' Said Steve as he flung his bulk at Duncan forcing him backwards onto the ground. He playfully sat on his waist and held Duncan's arms pinning him to the floor. 'What shall we do now,' he said, licking his lips as sweat dripped from his forehead. 

'You hurting me,' Duncan squealed, 'let me go, get off.'

But Steve didn't let go or get off instead he tightened his grip and leered menacingly.

'I've got some explaining to do.' Duncan said in a terrified tone. 'I think I owe you an apology. You might not believe what I have to say but I'm not what I seem.' 

Steve laughed heartily. 'I know your little game, Duncan. Paul told me all about you before we came along. He said you're game for a bit for excitement. So come on lets get rough.' 

'I don't think you understand,' stammered Duncan I don't normally dress this way. Underneath these female trappings I'm an ordinary lad just like yourself. I was only doing my sister a favour.'

'Do you honestly expect me to believe such a feeble excuse.' He sneered. ' You love every minute. Your even behaving like a girl now. I know your type, no means yes and yes means no. You can't fool me. Expect me to believe an attractive girl like you, so at ease in a dress, so glamourously made up hasn't done this thing before. Oh! yes, you knew precisely what you where getting into the moment Helen asked you to step into this provocative dress'. He pulled at the bodice hungrily and tore part of the front detail.

'No, that is not true, you'll see, Helen will explain everything.' He spluttered.

'Oh, my sweet Cindy. You have so much to learn. You don't have to be a girl in the true sense of the word to wear a dress. He grinned like a Cheshire cat as he playfully toyed with the ends of Duncan's hair. 'But I can't wait for Helens return as now its time to return the favour.' 

'Favour? What favour?' Duncan asked with a bemused expression on his face.

'You've had your fun, now it's my turn. Paul and I paid for the drinks, the deposit and the punt its about time you give something in return.' Steve pushed Duncan to his knees and stood over him aggressively. An idea screeched into his brain. He unbuttoned his trousers, ripped down his underpants and gazed proudly between his legs. Kneeling, Duncan found himself eye to eye with the tip of Steve's manhood. 

'Open your mouth, Cindy. Its time to experience your first valuable lesson as a girl. Say RRRR!'

'I don't want. . .' but even before the words were out of his mouth, Steve pressed his pelvis forward. 

'Say RRRR!.' Steve said again as his truncheon tip touched Duncan's kisser.

Voluntarily Duncan pursed his mouth and Steve's penis passed over his tender painted lips.

'Good girl.' Steve said, 'now close your moist chamber and suc.' 

Fearing for his safety Duncan did as directed. But what now? Having never taken a man in his mouth he had know idea what to do next. 

'Do as all girls do, use your tongue and wash all round my head'. 

Duncan tried to glance to his side hoping Helen may come to his rescue but he was unable to see round Steve's pubic fuzz and muscular thighs. He could smell him now. The strong masculine musk nauseated his nose.

'Your doing well.' Steve groaned as he held Duncan's head and shiny locks and slowly began to pump his dick in and out of Duncan's mouth, faster and faster he pumped. Duncan knew what was about to happen and he held onto Steve's legs and tried to push himself away. Having none of that Steve with one last thrust did the inevitable yet his thick hot juices shooting deep inside Duncan's mouth still took him by surprise. 

'Swallow, my love custard pansy girl.' Steve said, pushing his head ever deeper into his pubes. 

Poor Duncan had no choice and in order to breath he swallowed hard.

He could hear Steve's laugh, a terrible braying laugh that could have sawn down Canadian Redwoods. 

'Drink it all down my pretty Cindy.' Sung Steve. 'Every last drop. You won't grow to be a beautiful girl without this goodness inside you. Now suck me dry', he ordered and Duncan holding Steve's tube tightly in his manicured hands squeezed the last few globules onto his awaiting tongue.

'You're a good girl,' Steve said as he withdrew from Duncan's grasp and proceeded to pull his trousers up. 

Duncan sat back down on his heels ashamed as to what Steve had made him do. 

'I can't believe what I've just done.' He sobbed, swilling his tongue around his sticky mouth.

'You needn't worry its quite natural for a girl like you to suck a man.' 

'I know,' cried Duncan, 'but I am a MAN not a girl.' 

Steve smiled. 'You where yesterday but far as I'm concerned the moment you slipped your body into your sisters dress you became a beautiful pansy girl. I can tell. You do want to be a pretty girl and wear dresses and make-up don't you?'

Duncan remained silent he didn't know what to say.

'You can't expect to just have the frills without the suffering now can you? He roughly turned the submissive Duncan on his chest and pushed the wicker picnic hamper under his waist. 'You've done such a good turn you can do another.' 

'Helen.' Duncan shouted. 'Help.' Rescue was far away with Helen too engrossed to hear Duncan's pathetic cries. 

'Shut up sissy or I'll have to do something about your noise. How can you girls expect to play with our emotions tease us with your pretty dresses, long legs and make-up. Let us pay for all the day's entertainment and not expect to pay a forfeit yourself?' 

Duncan was never a good judge of character and it looked as he'd seriously misjudged Steve as he salivated over Duncan's pert upright bottom. 



Damsel in Distress



She walked back from the house to the office after the tour, lifting her skirts off the muddy grass on the path. It was a school group, and they always dressed up for the kids. She wore a red calico dress with white lace and a white waistband with a big bow at the back. Instead of a hoop she wore a simple rope skirt to add fullness to the dress. Her hair, being short, was down—she told the children she'd been sick and the doctor had cut off her hair in hopes it would help her get well more quickly.

The manager of the historical plantation had just finished up his own part of the tour as well. He gave the children a tutorial on a soldier's life—a Confederate soldier, as that was the reenactment gear he had on hand—and they ate it up. He even fired his reproduction musket rifle for them. He came strolling back to the office close behind her, all in uniform and carrying his infield rifle and canteen.

They walked into the office together, and he held the door for her. It was just the two of them on staff today—they usually only paid for as many people at a time—and it was quiet on the property after the children had gone. She moved instinctively to the fireplace to warm up, even though there was no fire in it yet, and he looked at her pensively from where he stood by the door.

"You know, you look lovely in that dress."

"Why thank you! You look handsome in your uniform." She smiled. He was a kind sort of man, and she took his compliment gracefully.

He stepped toward her. "Really—you look so beautiful. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are before?"

She looked at him out the side of her eyes. "I—I don't know what to say." This was so out of character for him. What was happening?

He stepped closer yet again, and this time he slipped his arms around her waist. "I've always thought so," he whispered.

She put her palms gently against his chest. "Look—I appreciate the sentiment. I really do. But think of your wife. And your children. You don't want to do this." She cared about him. She couldn't let him do or say something he'd regret.

"My wife? Are you serious? She doesn't care about me any more. I'm done with her. I'm going to get a divorce, you'll see. But for now I can't wait any longer to have you. I've been waiting so long already." He leaned in to kiss her, and she turned her head away. She put her hands on his chest again, but this time she pressed more firmly.

"No, I won't do this. You've got to stop. I'm sorry about your troubles with your wife but this won't do." She kept pushing against him, but was only met with a tighter grip.

"I have to have you. I have to. You can't deny me this." She was struggling in earnest now, and he was growing rougher as he became more frustrated. What was going on? He had always seemed like such a gentle man. But then he could be rugged and rough sometimes, like when he was reenacting as a soldier. Like he was right now...

"Please, please stop! You don't understand, you must stop!" She was growing frightened, and tried to kick him, but her skirts were too heavy and cumbersome. The attempt seemed to anger him, and he gripped her upper arm to a bruising level and shoved her to the floor. She tried to scramble away but all the layers of clothing and all the skirts got in her way, and she was helpless; a ready victim and a damsel in distress, right down to the costume.

The next thing she knew he was on top of her, and he was grabbing at her in a fury now. He squeezed her breasts till she cried out, ran his hands down her curves, gripped her small waist in both hands as she wriggled and fought to no avail. She tried screaming, but on such a large property no one would be able to hear her. He began removing her bodice, but he seemed in no hurry. He was absorbing every bit of her, alternating between roughly and gently touching every inch he could.

Her body was turned on despite her heart and her head being so adamantly opposed. He was strong and attractive and his hands felt so good on her, even when they hurt. She didn't understand what was wrong with her.

He finally seemed to grow sick of her hands fluttering at him, still giving every attempt to fight back even though it was useless, and he pulled off his belt and used it to bind her wrists. She was out of breath, exhausted from trying to fight him and, against her will, turned on. Her face was flush and she could tell that her body was well-primed of its own accord.

Finally he drew up her skirt and was getting ready to invade her when the office door opened of a sudden. He turned quickly, leaping off her in a panic. It was the groundskeeper, looking shocked and horrified. He stood stunned, looking back and forth between the two of them, and finally she cried, "Please, help me!" He snapped to attention and knelt to unbind her as the perpetrator slipped past him and ran out the front door. She somehow knew she'd never see him again.



Damsel in Distress (5 & 6)



Imagine your sister asking you to chaperone her on a date. Would you? Debatable - Now suppose you had to dress as her girlfriend? Duncan did but it was his sister who came to his rescue when subjected to a humiliating ordeal.

This story can be misleading. It starts as an endearing sister, brother crossdressing scenario that develops into a humiliating and brutal male rape. I don't wish to offend so if issues of this nature disturb or bother you please don't read any further. If you have a open mind and a broad sense of imagination ... Enjoy. 

Tomi

5. Lesson 2

'Lets see what we have here.' He said, peeling back Duncan's floral summer dress to reveal his lace suspenders and panties. 'Oh la la,' and with a forceful hand he tore his panties down to his knees. Tears began to roll down Duncan's face. He couldn't bare another seeing to under the masterful hand of Steve so when he was off guard Duncan quickly pulled up his knickers and skipped to the waters edge. Foolishly he glanced behind to see the none to pleased Steve pick himself off the floor and give chase. 

'Come here.' He cried clearing his throat then spitting forcibly towards the river.'

Near the waters edge the grass was slightly wet and Duncan in his heels quickly lost his footing and slid down the bank feet first. His pretty dress rode up his waist and his panties cut deep into his bottom crack. Splash, his feet hit the water. 

'That will teach you to try and get away. Where do you think your going dressed as a pansy boy?'

Duncan didn't care as his feet hit firm ground and he saw Steve laughing behind him. He held his dress high with one hand, balanced on each foot and removed both shoes one by one. Then he waded further into the water and although it was ice cold he didn't mind, desperate to escape. Steve laughed like a crazed hyena and seemed reluctant to follow. 

'You'd better watch yourself these rivers are quite treacherous.' He shouted.

Duncan didn't hear as he let the icy water rise over his knees and to the tops of his nylons. A step further and it was lapping against his crutch. Still moving forward he felt the first lacy edging of his panties make contact and then they where completely submerged and hugging his form. About five metres along the bank was what appeared a small sand bank. As he got nearer he realised it was a piece of flooded ground that was still slightly below the level of the water. An escape route he murmured but his foot sank in the mud and the soft mass slid up past his calf. He grasped a tree root and his legs sank deeper and he experienced an utterly new sensation as the mud held him gently in it's all embracing caress. He heard Steve laugh even louder as he moved from one stockinged foot to another. With each reversal sinking lower and lower until when the mud almost reached his crutch, he came to the solid bed of the river. He slipped and sat back and felt the soft brown mud oozing up over his genitals until the whole of his lovely panties was engulfed in the mire, any movement sent an electrifying thrill through his whole body. He struggled to get free and as he moved his legs up and down he felt sensations he had never dreamed of. He was close to tears as he noticed his wallowing in the mud had completely fouled his lovely panties.

'Ahoy there.' A girls voice called and Duncan looked up to see a punt approaching. In it where six girls, all of Helens age and of student appearance. The girl at the front held out a hand to Duncan. 

'Jump aboard and stop your crying.' she yelled. 

Jump, Jump, he could hardly move and it took three of them to manhandle him onto the deck.

'Christ, your a mess.' Said a girl called Sue looking at the mud stuck to his legs. 'Lets get you back on dry land.'

Duncan didn't know what to say as they pushed the flat bottomed boat off the sand bank. They where as drunk as he but they expertly positioned the punt alongside the riverside beside the awaiting Steve. 

'Come to Daddy.' He sneered.

'Sorry were late.' Duncan's rescuer shouted.

'You took your time joining us, we've dunk all the beer and eaten all the food.' Steve said. 

'Sorry.' She said, 'You know what us girls are like. We spend an age shopping.' 

'Shopaholics,' said one girl as she held out two large plastic carrier bags aloft. 'Who is this beauty we have saved from a watery grave.' 

She turned to Duncan who lay exhausted on the bank his once beautiful dress soaked and heavily soiled with river mud. He sniffed back a tear as Steve explained. 

'Say hello, Cindy.' 

Duncan smiled and said hello, his make-up smeared over his face like a road crash.

Helen was still nowhere to be seen and without her protection he was convinced further humiliation was to follow. He was wrong . . ., initially as to his surprise the new girls where most understanding and sympathetic. Even though he assumed they didn't know his real identity

'Lets get you cleaned up.' One of the girls said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. They led him to the river bank. 'Slip out of your pretty dress and I'll rinse it for you in the clear water. If you're lucky it will be dry within the hour.' 

'Thats very kind but what do I wear in the meantime.' He questioned.

'Don't worry.' Said an attractive blonde named Emma. 'I'm sure I bought an outfit today that if it fits your welcome to borrow.' 

In his anxiety, Duncan didn't recognise the attractive Emma as his sisters best friend or see anything suspicious in her offer.

'Thank you,' he said relieved to be back amongst friends. He glided out of his dress like it was Christmas wrapping. Playing it for all it was worth not wanting them to suspect a thing. It was, as it stands, worth plenty as he had the kind of figure that gets noticed. Its his sex that let him down. He sponged himself down with a face flannel Helen had packed in their picnic. Dry within minutes Emma handed him a minute, sleeveless, black and red micro dress. 

'It's not really appropriate for a day at the river, more suitable to a wild party night but it will at least contain your modesty.' 

Jean, a timid looking girl with black spiky hair and similar build gave him a brand new pair of panties, still in their packaging. He turned his back to them shyly as he stepped into the lycra dress pulling it upwards over his huge chest. It was slightly too small and the material squeezed his arms as he slipped it over his shoulder. The dress was hardly fit for the purpose finishing just below the crutch and only just containing his amble chest. 

'How does it feel,' Emma asked. 'Good fit.'

'Hmm!, Sleazy, I feel like a quart in a pint pot,' Duncan said, wiggling his hips and smoothing what he could of the dress down over his slender thighs. His legs where lily white under his dirty and laddered stockings. 'Slip these on,' she said, handing him a pair of cheap black fishnets.' 

In his dirty shoes even before they refreshed his make-up he looked like a common tart. 

'Dry your eyes, your mascara has all run, lets see what we can do for you.'

One of the girls handed a large make-up bag to Emma.

'A girl always feels better with a freshen up and a new face.' She said fluttering her own dramatically painted eyelids.

The girls tittered cruelly for the first time as Emma brushed more pink blusher to each cheek. Layer upon layer did she apply until his cheeks positively glowed. 'Oh, Cindy you look so adorable I can't believe our Steve was so lucky to find you.' Next she trowled yet more eyeshadow and mascara on. Finally she took a tawdry bright red lipstick and smeared an overly thick coat on to Duncan's lips. Once done Trish applied an inexpensive gloss to his lips so they would really shine. Whilst receiving his gaudy makeover he was oblivious to the other girls chatting to Steve. 

'I think I may have over done the make-up. You look more like a tart than a demure teenager.' 

'A course one at that.'

'A tenner a trick.' Trish added.

They giggled amongst themselves and pointed rudely to bits they liked. 'Look at his lips. See his pantie line, I don't believe his cleavage.' Mean while Emma's mind worked overtime. 'Now that you look like a tart show us you can move like one to.' The girls taught him some basic moves and he was soon gyrating around the field in front of them much to their amusement. That's right they cheered swing those hips, stick out that chest, strut your stuff.'

Emma looked at him cruelly. 'Do us a twirl,' she asked

Duncan did and the girls all clapped enthusiastically.

'Now guess what a tart like you really appreciates?' she said.

'A good rodgering,' said Steve who had already unzipped his fly's.

Trish chipped in. 'I don't think that's exactly what Emma had in mind, actually.' 

'Champagne?'

Steve smiled and scampered over to the picnic hamper.

Emma interjected. 'I mean all girls like champagne and. . . being taken from behind. So I thought we could give Cindy an extra special treat. A treat only a girl can savour.'

Steve nodded. 'OK, I'm in, lets play swallow the bottle.'

Emma grinned. 

Duncan gasped in dismay. 'Please no, what have I done to deserve this? Why the sudden change of tune? What have I done to deserve this?'

A smile slalomed down Emma's face, 'I initially felt sorry for you. Boy wants to be girl, I can relate to all that. I was even happy to welcome you in as one of our fold until Steve told me you're Helens brother. Helen my supposedly best friend who wasn't going to come today unless you came along. Yes you Duncan, you've caused me so much trouble. Talking of which where is your sister Helen and my boyfriend Paul. She looked around her in an exaggerated gesture. 'I blame you for his unfaithfulness and you deserve everything your going to get.'

Emma's hand gently caressed Duncan's cheek. Duncan shuddered. 

'Pretty girl, We won't hurt you as long as you don't struggle. The choice is yours. Struggle and suffer or relax and enjoy. So you will do as we say. . . won't you?' 

Duncan looked at Emma and the non too friendly girls that surrounded him and decided he had no choice. 

'Er! Yes, I guess so,' Duncan said meekly.

'Good girl, now go and see what surprises Steve has got for you over by the tree.'

Duncan nodded weakly and lifted his head in supplication as under the shade of the oak Steve shivered in anticipation. 

Duncan accepted Steve's kiss as he held him tightly and coaxed the strange fire to grow once more.

'Down on your knees, nancy.' Steve commanded. 

Duncan froze and so Steve dragged him to the ground like a lion about to devour its prey. His dress rose higher as his fishnets clung even tighter to his smooth legs. 

'Growl.' Said Steve as he positioned the picnic hamper in front of Duncan and pushed his face down over the wicker. Emma put the heel of her shoe on his back and pushed him forcibly down. 

'Help.' He cried as he lay doggy style supported by the empty picnic box. 

'Perfect.' Steve cooed.

'Help me.' Cried Duncan. 'Someone please help me.'

His shiny hair fell forward over his painted face as he struggled to support himself with his hands. He couldn't see what was happening but he heard the group of girls gather behind him. 

'Now stay there,' Steve shouted as he crouched down behind Duncan's proud bottom, turning towards the onlookers. 'Its show time.' he cried, imitating Fester from the Adams Family.

He continued for his audience, 'For today's performance, I am proud to reveal Cindy.' He grasped the edge of Duncan's tight fitting lycra skirt and peeled it gently back as if peeling a banana. The material was stretched tighter than a drum and he had to use both hands. 'There,' he said as he eased the skirt finally over his pert pantie glad bottom. The audience cheered as Steve slapped it venomously. 'As you can see ladies and gentlemen Cindy is not all she appears to be.' Steve pushed Duncan's legs wider apart and clamped his muscular hairy hand in-between his crutch.

'Yes.' He cried, 'Our Cindy has a hidden secret.'

Duncan winced as Steve closed his hand around his diminutive cock.

'My, my ladies I do believe he enjoys the humiliation. I can feel something s.t.i.r.r.i.n.g.' Duncan groaned he couldn't help himself as his little member stiffened.

'Let me reveal to you today, this day of days, all Cindy's hidden charm,' and with one brisk movement Steve tore down Duncan's panties.

'Hey!' Shouted Jean, 'They're mine.'

'Silence,' Emma snapped, 'Don't spoil the show.'

Everyone laughed and Steve now spurred on by the crowd slapped a generous dollop of fresh cream from the strawberries they enjoyed earlier over Duncan's naked buttocks. 'Hmm!, nice,' he said as he massaged the double thick goo well into his crease. 'Fancy some more champagne,' he joked as next he picked the remaining gold foil off the bottle neck.

Duncan crouched frozen, as immobilising swathes of terror wrapped themselves around his body. 

'Perfect.' Steve said teasing the opening of his hole. 

'Please, God, someone save me, I don't want to be subjected to anymore humiliation.' Duncan sobbed shamelessly.

'Sorry,' Steve apologised, 'it's not Moët Chandon.' He tutted 'Take a deep breath,' as he slowly pushed the bottle deep inside. Duncan screamed, like a mournful prairie dog as he thrust his hips forward in a vain attempt to escape the bottle that probed his bottom. 

'We're Smokin,' he cried, 'You are new,' as the bottle met with some restriction. 'I'll put my money on you not having done this before. Am I the lucky one to pop your cherry?'

Steve sighed and giggled with glee as the full length of the bottle neck was imbedded in Duncan's buttocks. The fresh cream was an admirable lubricant as Steve pushed the bottle in and out faster and faster. Duncan moaned his saliva-sodden scream curdled the air as he twisted his head sharply to one side to witness his virgin arse raped brutally by a cheap brand of champagne. 

'Argh!' Duncan cried out in pain and tears rolled down his painted cheeks as he realised no matter how degraded he felt, how sickened he was dressed in his sisters frock, whilst being continually used and abused as a sex toy Duncan's own member was hard and throbbing desperately wanting to release its load.

The girls clapped and cheered as Steve powered relentlessly on, in and out, in and out like a high revving engines piston.

'More, more, faster, faster,' the girls cried but his momentum was suddenly called to a halt.

'Stop, stop, stop, this instance,' Helen shouted, appearing from a copse of trees. 'What's been going on? What on earth are you doing?' She gaped open mouthed at the spectacle before her.

The pause was long and sinister. 

Emma broke the silence, 'He bought it on himself, he did. If it was not for him you'd not be with my man, Paul.'

'I'm sorry,' Helen said.

'Hold on girls,' Paul interjected, 'You're all jumping to conclusions. Helen and I are not an entity we have just been walking. I want you, Emma my love. Always have done, always will, you know that?' 

Emma looked unconvinced and Helen looked annoyed. Together they spelt trouble. 

'So what was that then,' Helen said, implying the last sixty minutes. 'One hell of a strenuous walk?' 

Paul shrugged his shoulders, 'It meant nothing.' 

Helen turned her attention to Emma, 'If you've got a problem sort it out with me and not my brother. Aren't you man enough?'

Emma laughed 'I'm more man than your brother will ever be.' Glancing over at his feminised form.

Paul ran over to Emma and tried to comfort her with a non to convincing embrace.

Helen looked at Duncan. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'this is all my fault lets get out of here.' Duncan didn't need to hear that twice as he struggled to break free.

Steve backed off cautiously as Duncan slowly pulled the bottle from his arse and slipped his panties back on and adjusted his dress'.

Helen looked at the bedraggled Duncan. 'What have they been doing to you?' 

'Don't even ask,' said Duncan, 'Take me home, please.' He grabbed the dress he'd laid out to dry and ran to the waters edge.

The others continued to argue as to who Paul really loved as Helen and Duncan slipped silently away in their punt. Only Steve saw them depart and he waved affectionately.

Duncan as oarsman raised plenty an eyebrow as he tried to handle the punt in his short dress and high heels. It's not every day you see a sexy girl struggling on the deck of a punt amongst the studious surroundings of Cambridge. He didn't change until he got home. 

6. Safe house

Duncan entered the bathroom whilst Helen ran a hot bath and filled it with her expensive bubbly moisturiser.

'I'm sorry.' Helen said as she helped him out of Emma's mini dress.

'You are what?'

'Huh?'

'You are what?'

'What are you sorry for?'

'For everything. For persuading you to go on the date.'

She poured some more moisturiser into his bath.

'How is your bottom?'

Helen hadn't seen his bruised backside as he'd slipped into the hot water.

'Hurts like hell. Probably weeks before I can walk normally like a man.'

She angled her head to one side sympathetically. 'Its over now.'

She mixed the water quickly with her hand generating even more soft bubbles.

'Paul turned out to be quite a disappointment.'

'Spineless.' Duncan added. 'Couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag.'

'Couldn't stand up to Emma could he?'

'At least you know now.'

Helen waved two crisp ten pound notes at Duncan. 'We've made some money out of the exercise too. I collected the deposit they left on the punt when we took it back. We deserve it all don't you think?' 

Duncan smiled and sunk deeper into the bath.

'I'll leave your share in this purse.' She picked up his tiny shoulder bag he'd hung on the back of the bathroom door, clipped open the delicate clasp and deposited the note in an internal pocket.

'Silly question, but did you enjoy the day.' Helen asked as he lay stretched out in the hot bath full of bubbles nursing his sore bottom and feet. 

'In parts.' He said. 'Now how do I get these off.' He said pointing at his synthetic tits.' 

'The adhesive should soften in the bath,' she said 'but be careful. Who knows when we'll use them again.'

Duncan managed a weak smile which vanished, when, without warning the bathroom door burst open and in walked their mother. Duncan stared in disbelief as she strode across the tiles, her gazed transfixed on his amble bosom. 

'I can explain.' Duncan began but she just smiled and laughed.

'There really is no need, love.' 

Helen smiled reassuringly. 

'I know all about your little adventure. Don't you think I didn't recognise my own son when you where on the punt.' She laughed. 'Who do you think lent Helen the synthetics and the wig? Our amateur dramatic group has a vast assortment of props don't you know?' She sat down on the edge of the bath and patted him on the head as one would a pet.

'Do you mean to say you and Helen where in on this.' Said Duncan with a shocked expression.

Helen giggled back at him impishly.

'That's right and what a wonderful idea of Helen's it was too. I just hope you enjoyed the experience as much as we. Now hurry along there's a queue for the bathroom.' 

'But why Mum, why?' he asked.

'There is an easy explanation. As you know your father and I are putting together a new play.' She breathed out deeply and oozed flamboyancy with the air and grace of an accomplished actor. 'Its about TV prostitution in France during the eighteenth century. We require a young male actor to play the lead role but no one in our repertoire was particularly keen. Stumped we may have had to cancel the production. . . That is until Helen reminded us of how well you played the part of a pretty schoolgirl some years ago at a fancy dress dance.' She sighed dreamily. 'How lovely you looked in her pinafore and panties.'




Damsel in Distress (5 & 6)



Duncan was shocked. 'I can't believe you did this to me under the pretence of doing Helen a favour.'

'Don't kid yourself, darling, we all saw the smiles of pleasure on your face during the day. You loved dressing in Helens clothes. Don't you deny it. Count yourself lucky here's a chance to enjoy yourself and please us all.'

'Now do hurry along.'

'I'm waiting for the adhesive to soften.' He said pointing at his half submerged breasts.

Their Mum gave them an affectionate glance.

'They're lovely aren't they? What beauties, but you'll have to wait along time,' she said, 'the glue should last a good forty-eight hours. Just ask Helen nicely and she'll lend you some more of her things and you can join us for tea.' 

Duncan's face froze 'What about Dad, what will he say?' 

'We told him along time ago. He always thought you're a bit of a pansy and you know your father, his only real interest is his acting, so he's delighted you've offered to help.'

'Hold on.' Duncan was quick to point out. 'I'm not sure if I want to take part in your play it doesn't sound healthy.'

'Don't be silly, I'm sure you will, especially when you've had time to see your portfolio father is developing. By all accounts there's some excellent footage of you this afternoon in Cambridge, playing with your friends all dressed up. Now do hurry along.' 

Helen smiled at him sweetly as beads of sweat ran down his face.

'I will do as mum asks and see what clothes I can give you,' she says chuckling as the two women left the bathroom leaving Duncan to stare at his chest and ponder the weekend ahead.

Did Duncan take the leading role in his parents forthcoming drama? What was the size of Steve's part? How did he fare in costume? Perhaps more immanently, what did he do the following day still sporting a chest any girl twice his age would be proud of? These and other questions may be answered if we receive enough comments to encourage a further episode.

The end