3 comments/ 121820 views/ 3 favorites Julie's Story By: Lesly Sloan Note: this is a sequel to "Classified Ads", which is in the Erotic Couplings section. * * * * * Sleeping with the boss is a common way to get ahead in the business world. I slept with my boss and found a whole new life. Her name is Ann Richards and she is a top executive in our firm. Our business is export/import, and Ann is an exception in a field dominated by men. She is very bright and very aggressive. I felt lucky to get a job as her personal secretary because of my limited experience. Our relationship had been strictly business until the time I discovered her getting oral sex in her office - during regular business hours - from a man known only as "Mr. Wilson." Ann scheduled "Mr. Wilson" for 30-minute appointments from time to time, usually under the guise of "Sales Study Planning." Even I, with my limited experience, knew that this made no sense. He would arrive at the appointed time, spend 30 minutes with her, and leave very quietly. For the life of me I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on in that office. One day I was finally overcome by curiosity - I barged into her office during one of her meetings with him, on the pretext that some very important papers had just arrived. At first the scene in her office made no sense to me. Ann was sitting at her desk, with her chair swiveled 90 degrees to the side. Then I spotted "Mr. Wilson." He was on his knees in front of Ann, and his head was moving up and down. When I realized that Ann's skirt was pulled up and her panties were down around her shoes, it was clear that she was getting her pussy eaten. That was a shocker to me - I had heard of such things but never participated in any way. In fact, my sexual experiences were very limited. I stood there frozen in place; I was embarrassed as hell and felt like dropping through the floor. Ann was amazingly cool about things. She did not stop the oral sex session as I stood there! She simply told me to go back to my desk outside her office and that she would talk to me later. When "Mr. Wilson" left about twenty minutes later I couldn't look him in the eye. Ann called me into office shortly after he left and told me to keep quiet about what I had seen. She threatened me with such things as getting fired and being sued for defamation of character if I blabbed to anyone. "Is that clear?", she said. "Yes, Ms. Richards", I replied. "Believe me, I won't say anything to anybody." She told me to go back out to my desk and to continue my secretarial tasks as usual. On the surface things continued as before the incident in Ann's office, but I was very troubled. I was staying in a cheap room in a ratty neighborhood to save money. I was very lonely. Since coming to New York six months earlier I hadn't really made friends. As for social life, forget it! I went to some dances to meet men, but New York is a tough place to meet nice guys. I knew that men were attracted to my firm boobs and tight ass. When I look at myself naked in the bathroom mirror it seems to me that I have the kind of body that most men want. And I'm pretty smart besides. I should be a great catch for a man who is looking for a quality woman. The guys I met at dances seemed mostly interested in getting me into bed. They were pretty crude on dates. Usually they would play "grab ass" with me and suggest that I ought to give them a blow job. Perhaps I would have been tempted to have sex with them if they hadn't been so crude. Speaking of sex, that's a big problem for me. I am quite horny and masturbate very often as a result. But I'm a small town girl with almost no sexual experience. It doesn't help that I come from a very religious family in which it is assumed that sex happens when you get married. The social and sexual scene in New York was something the folks back in Indiana could never have imagined. Technically, I was not a virgin. I had some sex with my boyfriend back home. But he was as inexperienced as I was, and even more consumed by guilt over "doing it" before marriage. Here I sat in what was supposed to be the most exciting city in the world, with no friends, no sex, and masturbating at night so that I could get to sleep. After I saw Ann and "Mr. Wilson" together in her office, my masturbation fantasy changed. I used to close my eyes and imagine a "Prince Charming" sort of character who made love to me in a very slow romantic way, as I fingered my nipples with the fingers of one hand and moved three fingers of my other hand in and out of my pussy. But now I was consumed with a powerful and bizarre sexual image quite different from anything I'd experienced in the past. It was ME, rather than "Mr. Wilson" performing oral sex on Ann! I imagined kissing and licking every part of her pussy, tonguing her clitoris until it popped out of its hood, and then sucking on her clit until she came in a powerful orgasm. The taste and aroma of her sex permeated my fantasy world. It was by far the best masturbation fantasy of my life. But that made going to work and seeing Ann in the office a form of torture. I wanted to take her in my arms and then kiss and lick every square inch of her body, but most importantly her pussy. The fact that I pictured sex with another woman was specially erotic for me. It dealt with something "forbidden." In the world I come from homosexuality is considered dirty and rarely discussed. I did have some guilt feelings and was uneasy about what might develop with Ann. I decided not to let those doubts spoil the best fantasy I'd ever had. I also fantasized about being punished by Ann for barging into her office during her session with "Mr. Wilson." She would tie me up and whip me, or spank me on my bare bottom while stretched across her lap. Somehow the idea of being disciplined by Ann excited me. These things bothered me so much that one day I asked her if I could discuss a very personal matter with her. She said it was OK to discuss personal matters with her and that she would keep all such information confidential. I came into the office and managed to tell her about my two fantasies; performing oral sex on her, and being disciplined by her. I emphasized that those images were very powerful and disturbing - it was becoming a real problem. I asked if she could give me advice on how to handle the problem. There was what seemed to me a long awkward pause. Ann finally said, "Let me think about what you told me. Maybe I can give you some good advice. I'll let you know when I have something to say." About ten days later Ann called me into her office to discuss my "problem." "Strong sexual images are hard to handle", she said. "I'm willing to work with you on that problem because you've been such a great help in organizing and running this office. Would you like that?" I responded said that would be wonderful - when could we get started? Ann suggested that I come to her place on Friday night, after work - and cautioned me not to mention this to other people in the office. She said that we would have an informal dinner and drink, followed by a problem-solving session in her apartment. "It's fine to dress informally," she said, "but please wear some nice underwear." The implication of that last statement didn't get to me until later; I was thrilled by what she might have meant. I think that I've always been bi-curious but suppressed those feelings. I went overboard in preparation for my visit to her place; I spent 167 dollars at Victoria's Secret for a supply of very sexy bras and panties. I arrived at exactly 7:00 PM, the designated time, at her apartment. She lived in one of the beautiful old buildings you see in the Village. I didn't know anyone else who lived in a building with a doorman - it was quite different from the hole I was living in. Ann greeted me at the door with a soft kiss on the cheek - it was the first time she kissed me! Rather than her usual business attire she was dressed in very soft feminine clothes. She wore a lovely silk blouse. I noticed that the top four buttons on the blouse were undone, showing very sexy cleavage. I had a fleeting thought of how nice it would be to reach in there and touch her breasts. It seemed that she wasn't wearing a bra - that excited me. She wore a lovely black bolero skirt. She said that we had a reservation at a nearby restaurant and that we should go right over and return to the apartment for our "working session." I felt that I was on a real date - my first one in New York. She held my hand on the way to the restaurant. We were seated and chatted over drinks while waiting for the food to arrive. It was a lovely evening with a close friend - completely different than the work environment. As we chatted she occasionally put a hand on one of my knees. It could have been a quite innocent thing on her part but I hoped that it was quite a bit more. I knew what she would find if she moved that hand under my skirt, up to my panties. They were already getting wet! Over dinner Ann asked some questions about my fantasies. Had I ever previously dreamed of having sex with a woman? "No", I said. Did I think that I would enjoy sex with a female? After a long pause, "I'm not sure. I'd like to try that form of love to see if I like it." Ann seemed to be satisfied by my answers to those very personal questions and turned to asking about my social life and whether I had found a nice guy yet. I decided to be honest, telling how disgusted I was with the social life in NYC. "Don't worry, dear", she said. "When you meet the right person you'll be very happy here." On the way back to her place we held hands again. I felt some stirrings down below. I was getting horny about my boss after a few drinks and dinner! After entering her apartment we hugged and kissed each other. In my mind before this evening I had thought it would be awkward to get intimate with Ann - after all she was my boss. Not true - it was obvious that we wanted each other. Ann took charge, as any good executive would. She led me into the bedroom and unbuttoned her blouse. She was lovely, with firm breasts topped by long red nipples. I started to kiss and lick her nipples. She pushed me back gently so that she could remove my blouse. The expensive bra from Victoria's Secret was removed in about 20 seconds. Two women naked to the waist embraced, kissed, and sucked each other's nipples. I was falling in love. With my boss! With another woman! Crazy - but it's what happened in Greenwich Village on that September evening. The rest of the night seemed to me a blur of passion. We were buck naked in bed with our bodies intertwined. Ann pushed my legs far apart and got her head down into my crotch. She made love to my pussy with her tongue. My clitoris is large and protrudes when I get aroused. Her tongue made circles on the clit, and then she sucked on my bud, progressively harder and faster. I came in a rush, releasing copious juices. We were dozing in her bed about 9:30 in the morning when I realized that I had a dental appointment at 10:00 AM. "Holy shit", I yelled and started to get out of bed. Ann said sleepily, "What's the matter, hon?" Upon hearing of the dental appointment she laughed and said, "Call your dentist from the bedside phone and tell him that you've been up all night with a sick friend and that you may have to spend the rest of the weekend with her." After calling the dentist I asked Ann what sickness my friend suffered from. "LOL", she said , "Lack of Loving." We spent most of the weekend in bed, where Ann showed me many ways of making love. Some of our most intimate moments were when we explored oral sex. Ann straddled me and used her mouth, lips, and tongue on my pussy and the surrounding area. As she did that I had her lovely cunt right above my head. I reached up with my arms around her butt and drew that steamy pleasure cave down to my mouth. I could taste and smell her sex - it was intoxicating! Then she brought out some toys. There was a double dildo so that we could fuck each other at the same time. She had a terrific collection of vibrators that could be used in almost every body orifice. It was an unforgettable night of passion. I found it to be thrilling to have this lovely woman teaching me how to satisfy her. I felt proud of my newly acquired skills when she said nobody had eaten her pussy better than me. I loved the sex but, in a way, the softer moments when we held each other tenderly and dozed off were just as satisfying. By late Saturday night Ann decided to start working on my punishment fantasy. First, she asked me if I often felt guilty. "Yes", I said. "In my family guilt was a big thing. We were always asking God to forgive us for something." "How badly do want to be punished?", she asked. I found that a bit ominous; she seemed quite ready to inflict severe pain if that was what I really wanted. I was careful in how I answered the question. "I'm not sure. I suppose it depends on the person punishing me and the type of discipline. Maybe it's not punishment from just anyone that I crave. I think it's the thought of you, dearest Ann, making sure that I do exactly as you wish. That excites me." "I'll start gently and we'll go as far as you feel comfortable, dear. When I'm applying discipline you must address me as 'Mistress'. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress Ann." Ann started the first of what she called "training sessions." The basic idea was for me to recognize her complete power over me. I surrendered to her power, accepting her dominance and taking whatever punishment she decided to mete out. (Only to someone I loved and trusted like Ann would I be willing to grant such power.) In this first session she had me lie naked across her lap while she spanked me with a hair brush. The spanking was mild at first but increased in force. At each point in the session she said something like, "You are guilty of barging in on me. Take your punishment", at which time she administered a stroke with the brush. "Tell me when you can't take any more pain. Do you understand that?" "Yes, Mistress. I understand." At first the spanking was very mild. By the fifth stroke I felt a stinging sensation. At the tenth stroke I was feeling pain. I wanted to prolong the session as long as I could because I was getting sexually aroused as the pain increased. By the twentieth blow I was very close to an orgasm but had to ask for mercy. "Please Mistress. I can't take any more!" The punishment session was over at that point. Anne spread a soothing lotion over my ass and kissed me. This weekend I had found not only a lover but a Mistress as well! We took the subway uptown on Monday morning, I went up to the office at 8:45, my usual arrival time. Ann had a snack at a nearby coffee shop and came into the office at her normal arrival time, 9:15. It seemed strange to maintain the old executive-secretary relationship at work when we had been so intimate at her place. But we were very careful to keep up appearances. The only exception was when Ann got very horny. She might call me in to "take dictation" and put her hand up my skirt and play with my pussy. Two weeks after our first date I moved into Ann's apartment. I kept the old rented room, so that I could give a different address than Ann's building. I took care of mail by renting a P.O box. It bothered me to spend rent money for an unused place but Ann laughed it off and said, "Dear that's a very small expense, and remember that you're here at no cost - other than giving me the sex I crave. I would gladly pay much more for that talented mouth and tongue of yours!" In the Village it is very common to see lesbian couples walking hand in hand, or with one woman's arm around her partner's shoulder. We blended in perfectly. There is a whole gay and lesbian community; bars, coffee shops, movies, sex toy shops, and the rest - that cater to a gay/lesbian consumer. Most of the shops in the Village aren't much different than those in any other neighborhoods in New York. But the Village is a special place. For example, there is a store called "Lee's Transvestite Boutique" and there are five piercing parlors where you can get your nipples, nose, ears, and almost anything else pierced. One such parlor actually offers to pierce a woman's labia and insert a small metal ring there for her! For a long time I had guilt feelings about getting involved in a "different kind of love" with Ann. It was hard to imagine what my family back home would think if they knew that I wasn't looking for a potential husband but was in a love affair with a woman. I kept those doubts from Ann, but they still disturbed me. However, in the Village what we were doing was accepted as quite natural and any doubts I had in that respect faded away - I was happy with Ann and no desire to look for a man instead. On some occasions I felt uncomfortable. For example, I was jealous if we went to a bar and some other woman made a play for Ann. We had an agreement to not let those things bother us. Still, Ann knew how much it bothered me; she made it clear to anyone trying pick her up that she was quite happy with her current sweetie. One thing I discovered about Ann was her passion for anal sex. I was doubtful at first about having my asshole penetrated, but she persuaded me to try it. We had already taken the first step by pushing a finger in and our of our partner's anus while making love - we both liked that very much. Ann bought a special dildo at a shop in the Village that had a big selection of sex toys. This dildo was designed for anal sex, rather than vaginal sex - it was long but not very thick. Thus, there was very little risk of pain when pushing past the anus into the rectum. With the use of liberal amounts of lube she got me to accept the dildo after a few awkward tries. It was an amazing feeling to get fucked in the ass by my female lover. As she humped me I pushed my hips back against her thrusting body. Anal sex has turned out to be one of our favorite activities. Ann wants me to do the same thing to her. I'm looking forward to that. The balance of power in our relationship shifted over time. At first she was completely dominant and I did whatever Ann wanted. Eventually I became more of a leader in our relationship. I remember the weekend when I first took a leading role. Ann's 35th birthday was coming up. I decided to do something very nice for her, to show appreciation for what she had done for me. I told her that I was planning a special weekend and that I wanted to be completely in charge of that weekend. I said "Ann dearest, I want to take care of everything and relieve you of having to do any planning or taking care of arrangements. Leave everything to me. All you have to do is enjoy yourself." On that Friday night I had reservations at a very nice French restaurant. We dressed up for the evening - it took a long time to get dressed because we took time out more than once for a quick fuck with my favorite dildo - all part of my careful planning! Finally we were ready to go, and I must say that we made a stunning couple. While we were at dinner a few guys whom I had hired came into the apartment and transformed it into a "fairyland"; a quite appropriate name considering their sexual orientation. When we got back from dinner the apartment was a very romantic place; soft colored lighting, old ballads playing on the tape unit, and my birthday present on a side table that had been moved out to the center of the room. When Ann opened my present she hugged me and cried. I had purchased a piece of porcelain of the type she collected. (The shop owner assured me that it was a very fine piece when I shelled out a significant part of my savings for her present.) I took charge of the lovemaking that night. I had her lie down on her back and spread her legs. I licked and kissed my way slowly from her lovely nipples down to her pussy. When I got to that marvelous cavern of pleasure I used my tongue on her inner lips and licked my way to her clitoris. She was so aroused that her bud was already accessible. I brought my head directly down to her clit and embraced it with my mouth. It was sweeter to me than anything I had ever tasted before. She started to moan and breathe hard. Her hips thrust upward in a spasm of desire. In response I sucked on her clit until her body shuddered and she climaxed. That night I tried every type of sex that I knew in order to give her pleasure. At one point I put Ann's legs on my shoulders; this meant that her whole lower body was accessible to me - not only her pussy but the perineum, the sensitive area between the asshole and the vagina. I planted soft kisses there; it drove her wild! When she seemed exhausted I just held her. I masturbated a few times during the night when she wanted to relax, as she watched me. That was exciting for the both of us. After masturbation I stuck a finger into my cunt and gave the finger to Ann to suck on. Her reaction - "That's so delicious, sweetie! Can I have more, please?" Julie's Story Chapter One - California Here I Come! School was out! More than out, high school was over for me. The prom and the graduation parties had been a blast, but I was looking forward to something even better. It was spring and I was eighteen. Most of the kids my age were happy to be spending the summer vacation with their friends, going to the beach and partying. I knew I'd have a dismal summer if I stayed in town. I hadn't been very popular in high school and, as a result, I had no close friends. I was smaller than almost everyone else and was always being accused of acting like a sissy, so a change of venue very much appealed to me. My parents had just left to spend the next four months in Europe, and I had been invited to visit my Aunt Susan and her daughter Jill in San Francisco. It was quite an adventure for me as I'd never traveled away from New York state before, and it had been ten years since I'd last seen my aunt and cousin. I was especially looking forward to the trip and my summer with them. I arrived in early May and Aunt Susan and Jill met me at the airport. Aunt Susan was in her middle thirties and a tall, very attractive brunette with a terrific figure. Jill, at nineteen, was a budding California blonde, beautiful and nicely developed. I couldn't take my eyes off her and had a hard time paying attention to Aunt Susan's family reminiscences on the drive to their home in Marin county. I tried concentrating on the California sights during the brief trip rather than embarrassing myself gawking at Jill. When we pulled into the driveway, I was astonished at the beauty of the homes in Aunt Susan's neighborhood. Never had I seen such lavish houses before. It dawned on me then that I must have a very wealthy aunt. Her home was a lovely, newer Victorian style occupying the top of a small knoll with an acre of land surrounding it. The grounds, especially in front of the house, were covered with flowers and trees I'd never seen before. Just behind the house was a swimming pool hidden from the rest of the nearby homes by an eight foot fence. Posh. Definitely posh. I was given the guest room next to Jill's bedroom and across from Aunt Susan. I supposed it had been recently occupied by Jill or one of her girlfriends as it was decorated in very feminine fashion; ruffled pink curtains, a pink satin spread and flowered wallpaper. Against the wall was a triple dresser with two large mirrors and a makeup table almost covered by a wide variety of cosmetics and perfumes. I didn't feel I should complain about the decor. After all, I would be a guest for a mere four months. I quickly unpacked my things and went to put them away in the dresser. Much to my surprise, most of the drawers were already filled with lacy lingerie, bras and hose which I assumed belonged to Aunt Susan or Jill. The closet was much the same; lots of dresses, skirts, blouses and many pairs of shoes. I was barely able to squeeze in my pants and jacket. Just as I'd finished unpacking, Aunt Susan called to come to lunch. She had prepared a fresh fruit salad and some lemonade. "How do you like your room, dear?" she asked as we ate. I fibbed a bit, trying to be a good guest. "It's fine. I'm sure I'll be comfortable there." She and Jill exchanged a smiled. "We hope you enjoy your visit with us, honey, and let me know if there's anything you need. We have lots of fun things planned so I know you won't be bored." I thanked her and, after lunch was over, she suggested that I might need a nap after such a long plane trip. Having experienced jet lag for the first time, I quickly agreed and retired to my new room. As I dropped off to sleep in the canopied four-poster bed, I heard Susan and Jill whispering outside my door, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Just as I fell asleep, I thought I heard Jill laugh and say, "I'm sure she'll make a delightful sister." I wondered who she was talking about but I was too sleepy to care at that point. Chapter Two - Video Queen It was dark when I awoke. I dressed in a tee shirt and shorts and went into the living room, finding Jill alone on the couch watching television. She was dressed only in a semi-transparent blue night gown. It was extremely sexy and a perfect accent to her blonde good looks. "Hi," she said, "come and watch the movie with me. If you want anything to eat, just help yourself." "No, thanks, I'm not hungry. Where's Aunt Susan?" I asked, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the way she was dressed but delighted to be alone with her. This will be one hot summer, I thought, if this is the way she dresses around the house. Not that I had any complaints. "She went to bed," Jill said. "Sit down and watch if you feel like keeping me company." I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do more so I sat next to her on the couch, stealing peeks at her out of the corner of my eye as often as I could without being too obvious. A movie was playing, but I didn't know what it was and, at that point, I really didn't care, that is until I happened to notice some very strange scenes in it. "What movie are you watching, Jill?" I asked. "It's a tape my mother brought home today. It's about this guy who dresses up as a girl." "That's weird," I said, very curious as to why Aunt Susan would let her daughter watch what I assumed was a porn flick. "No, it isn't," Jill peevishly answered. "Lots of boys like to put on girl's clothes. I think they look very pretty. If this guy in the film is like all the rest of them, it really must give them a big thrill. As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with it. It doesn't hurt anyone, does it?" "I guess not," I admitted, as I watched the boy on the screen trying to tuck his very erect cock into a skimpy pair of black lace panties. He finally managed to hide it and, after he put on a matching bra and slip, he was very cute and sexy looking, I must confess. As I watched him transforming his face into that of a girl, I was starting to get that old familiar tingling in my groin. Being able to see through Jill's nightgown didn't exactly cool me off either. Then I remembered how I'd felt the times I'd tried on some of my mother's clothes. Strangely enough, wearing them had made me feel very good, but I'd sworn off experimenting with women's clothes a few months ago because my mother had come home one afternoon unexpectedly and caught me wearing one of her dresses. I confess I'd panicked. I could only stand there frozen in front of her, unable to move or even talk. She hadn't been angry with me and said if I wanted to talk about it, she'd try and understand why I wanted to wear women's clothing. The only response I could manage was to run into the bathroom with tears of embarrassment running down my face. I had stripped off her clothes as quickly as possible and I'd never worn her things again since that day. The next thing I knew, Jill's hand was resting on my arm. Another wave of heat stormed across my groin and I could feel my cock harden. She must have interpreted my silence as further disapproval. "Don't be a nerd," she teased. "Just watch the tape and I'll bet by the time it's over, you'll think it's great." "Sure. Whatever." It really didn't matter to me what tape was on. I would have agreed to watch a ballet if I could stay there next to her, and I think she realized it. We sat there for a while, not saying a word. The movie was getting to both of us. I inched closer to her and she began to stroke my arm, then she moved her hand to my thigh. Moments later, she looked down at my lap. "You have a hard on," she giggled. "I think this film is turning you on. It gets me steamed up, too. Would you think I was terrible if I asked you to kiss me?" I could only shake my head, and she leaned forward until our lips were pressed together. A few minutes later and much to my amazement, she dropped the straps on her night gown revealing both her breasts. She was fully developed and they were perfect; firm, ripe and just begging to be touched. Jill took my hand and put it on one. It felt wonderfully soft and warm. I had never felt a girl's breast before and could sense the blood rushing to my face. "You're embarrassed, aren't you?" Jill giggled again. She was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. I could tell she really enjoyed teasing me. To shut her up, I leaned over and kissed her. Just as our tongues were exploring each other's mouths, Aunt Susan came into the room. She looked down at us, her face filled with astonishment. "What do you two think you're doing?" she asked, a note of displeasure in her voice. "Jill, I'm surprised at you. Both of you go to your rooms and I'll come up in a minute. We're going to have a long talk about this." I ran up to my room and Susan followed me in moments later. She closed the door and sat on the bed next to me. It seemed to me she was even more angry than she had been in the living room. "If you're going to be spending the rest of the summer with us," she said, "I going to have to teach you some manners. Take off all your clothes!" Afraid not to do as she had ordered, I turned my back and quickly slipped out my shirt and shorts. I turned to her wearing only my briefs. "I said all your clothes, didn't I? Now take those ugly underpants off immediately." I knew I had little choice so lowered them to my ankles and stepped out of them wondering what kind of punishment she had planned for me. As I slumped down on the bed desperately trying to hide my genitals, I could picture myself being hustled to the airport and dumped on the next available flight home after an angry call to my parents. "I didn't tell you to sit on the bed, did I?" she snapped at me. "Stand up here in front of me." I immediately did as she had directed. "No, Aunt Susan. I'm sorry. I'm just kind of embarrassed." "You should be after what I saw. Now I want you to lay down on my lap. You behaved like a naughty child tonight so I'm going to have to treat you like one." I started to object but she cut me off instantly. "Not another word out of you. On my lap! Now!" Meekly, I did as I was told. As my penis touched her nightgown I was horrified to feel it getting hard. What would my aunt think of me? But, much to my relief, Aunt Susan either didn't notice or she didn't care. I felt and heard her hand as it struck my cheeks, not once but more than ten times. By then, I was almost in tears. Thankfully, she stopped and ordered me to sit next to her on the bed. She looked at me and asked what had occurred to get me so excited that I'd tried to take advantage of her daughter. I told her about the boy in the film who had dressed up in girl's clothing, and I admitted it had aroused me a lot. I apologized to her for touching Jill, but she just smiled and told me it was only natural to be curious about the opposite sex. I was sitting there naked, feeling quite helpless but still erect. "If you're so excited you can't control yourself, then I guess I'd rather have you feeling my breasts instead of Jill's. After all, she is still young," Susan said. "Here, take one in your hand and feel how nice and soft it is." She took my hand and put inside the top of her sheer black nightgown. Her breasts were much fuller than Jill's and her nipples were as hard as my cock. As I tentatively caressed her, she started to breath heavily, then she reached down and touched my penis causing it to harden even more. "You seem so mature down here, dear," she said. "I think I'm going to kiss it. Would you like that?" I could only nod, so, Susan knelt in front of me and then took my erection in her mouth and began to run her tongue all over it. I had never been so excited and hard before. In less than a minute, I exploded into her mouth. I poured out my discharge and she swallowed all of it! Suddenly, it occurred to me that having my sperm in her mouth might make her even angrier, but I was wrong. "How was that, dear?" she asked, smiling up at me. I was too frightened to reply for a moment or two but finally managed to find my tongue. "I'm sorry, Aunt Susan. That won't make you sick, will it?" "No, my dear, that's what I was hoping you'd do. It tastes like cream and I think it's good for me. Now go to sleep and we'll talk about your stay here in the morning. I left some night things for you in the top dresser drawer. Put them on and go to sleep. Good night." She left me, sitting on the edge of the bed, still trembling. When I heard her walking down the hall, I got up and looked in the drawer for my pajamas, but they were gone. The only thing in there was a lacy pink nylon nightie and a pair of pink bikini panties. I was searching for my pajamas when she came back into the room. "Is anything wrong, dear?" she asked. "I can't seem to find my pajamas," I said. "I know I put them in here before I took my nap." She just smiled and handed me the baby dolls and bikinis. "You'll be much more comfortable in this nightie and panties, and you'll look so much prettier in them, dear. Now put then on!" Hearing the steely edge in her voice, I knew she meant what she'd said. Reluctantly, I stepped into the wispy panties and pulled them up to my waist. They barely covered my maleness. Aunt Susan assisted me when I had trouble putting on the nightie, then she led me over in front of the mirror. "Just take a look at yourself and you'll know I was right. You look so pretty in pink!" she said as she kissed me on the cheek. "You have a very feminine body, dear. Tomorrow morning, we must see if we can help you take full advantage of it." "What do you mean?" I was shocked. At five foot six inches tall and 115 pounds, I knew I was no linebacker, but I never had my body called feminine before. "Jill and I have some fun planned for you," she replied. "She's always wanted a sister to share with and I've always wanted another daughter, so we've both decided you are going to be the new girl in the house." I was beyond speech after receiving that bit of devastating news. "Was what I did with Jill that bad?" "No, it has nothing to do with the way you and Jill behaved this evening. We decided to convert you into a girl just after we heard you were coming to stay with us. I'm sure once you try it and get used to it, you'll like it," she said reassuringly, "and you will get used to it because I insist you do everything I tell you to do from now on. I've had enough poor behavior from you for one evening. You'll do exactly as I say and dress as my daughter or I'll have to call your parents. You're to be a pretty young girl for the whole summer. Is that clear?" "Yes, Aunt Susan," I answered obediently, knowing it would do no good to argue. Also, I have to admit I was more than a little thrilled by the idea and, remembering how turned on I'd been watching the boy on the tape, I decided it would be unwise to voice any objections. I thought about it for a minute more, then looked at Susan and asked, "But what will happen to me after I go back home, Aunt Susan? What will my mother and father think?" "Don't worry about that now, dear. If you enjoy it as much as I'm sure you will, you can come back every summer and be my daughter, but probably you'll want to go home and continue to live as a young lady. You do look more like a girl than a boy. I've always thought so, ever since you were a baby. Did you know your mother and father were hoping for a girl?" That was news to me but, as I was a bit beyond speech, I just shook my head. "Maybe they really had one and never realized it," she continued. "You look so much cuter in that nightie. You know, I think it would be nice if you also smelled like a girl." She took a bottle of perfume from the dressing table and sprayed me with it several times. As the flowery aroma filled my nostrils, I was astonished to find that not only didn't I hate it, I actually liked it! "Ummm, I was right. That does smell marvelous," she said. "Now it's time for you to go to sleep." She kissed me and tucked me in bed, then left. I tried but couldn't fall asleep. I was not only excited and apprehensive about tomorrow, but I could still feel the touch of her lips on my penis. The nylon gown felt so soft and silky against my skin and the smell of the perfume thrilled me. What would the next day bring and what would happen to me, I wondered? As I fantasized about the possibilities, my penis got hard again and poked against the nylon panties. I reached under the covers and began to rub it. Visualizing myself in a dress wearing heels and makeup, I came for the second time that night, this time in my panties. I hoped Susan wouldn't be too angry and punish me. I quickly took them off and hide them beneath the mattress, then found a dry pair in the second dresser drawer. I slipped into them and got back into bed. Soon I was asleep. Chapter Three - The Secret's Out! The next morning Susan came into my room and uncovered me. "Good morning, dear. I hope you slept well. I want you to get up now and come down for breakfast soon," she said. "Make sure you keep your pretty nightie and panties on. I want Jill to see how cute you look!" Thankfully, she didn't notice I was wearing different panties when she pulled down the covers. As soon as she left my room, I hopped out of bed, brushed my teeth in the adjoining bathroom and ran a brush through my hair. As I was very self-conscious about being Jill seeing me in a nightie, I had to summon up all my nerve before going downstairs. Jill was already dressed and in the dining room. When she saw my in my nightgown, she exclaimed, "Oh, you look so darling in that! I'm so happy I finally have a sister. Eat your breakfast as fast as you can and then I want to help mother get you ready for shopping this afternoon." As I gulped down my eggs, toast and tea I was wondering what Jill had meant about getting me ready for shopping. No one had told me a thing about a shopping trip and I certainly didn't need any help getting dressed. When I finished eating, Aunt Susan instructed me to take my dishes to the kitchen and then go upstairs and bathe. When I was done, I was to wait for her in my bathroom. I went and found a bubble bath already drawn for me. I got in and scrubbed myself, then soaked for a few minutes, enjoying the perfumed hot water. As I was just about to get out of the tub, Susan came in. She made sure I was clean and then, much to my horror, made me stand in the tub while she shaved my legs and underarms. As I'd never had any chest hair, the small patch covering my pubic area was all I had left. She helped me out of the tub, dried me off, then took me to my room. "Sit in front of the mirror, dear," she commanded me. "I'm sure you remember what I told you last night about our making you into a girl, don't you?" "I guess so," I bashfully replied. "Do I have to be a girl for the whole summer? Won't Jill and everyone else think I'm weird?" "Yes, you do, and don't complain so much. Your mother told me how much you loved wearing her pretty things, so you can stop acting like it's the end of the world. I know you'll be happy as soon as you get used to the idea and see how lovely you look. No one will think you're weird, I promise you. Now, admit it. Aren't you pleased to be you're finally going to be your real feminine self?" I knew then it was no use denying it. I would spend every minute of the next four months as her daughter. She knew my terrible secret and I was relieved she didn't dislike me for being different. I was thankful but still somewhat unhappy that my mother had told anyone about discovering me in her dress. My whole body was tingling with anticipation. I realized I was actually looking forward to exploring what had always been my deepest, darkest desire. Julie's Story "I guess I really would like to try dressing as a girl again, Aunt Susan," I blurted out, words seeming to flow from me without any control on my part. "I've done it before and liked the way I looked, but I've always thought no one else would understand or even like me if they knew about it. I was sure I was the only person in the world who felt like this until I saw the tape Jill was watching last night." Aunt Susan hugged me, sensing my confusion and my need for support. "There are lots of people who feel exactly like you do. Don't think you're a freak of nature, because you're not. Your mother and father know how you feel. We talked it over and decided that your stay here would a perfect time to let you find out if being a woman is really what's best for you. We just want you to be happy because we love you a lot. That's why we think it's important for you to experience everything you've been holding inside you. If you find that, after a few weeks, it's not what you truly want, then you can go back to being a boy. Is that all right with you?" "You mean that my parents knew all along how I felt and they weren't upset?" I asked incredulously. "That's right, dear. They just want you to happy and if that means you need to be a girl and wear dresses and pretty lingerie instead of boy's clothes, it's something they feel they can accept." "Then I guess that's what I want, Aunt Susan. Ever since I can remember I thought it would have been much better if I'd been born a girl. I guess I've always hated being a boy and wearing clothes that I despise. Are you sure you and Jill won't mind?" "No, we won't mind at all. In fact, when I told you I'd always wanted another daughter, I meant it. Jill has really been looking forward to having a sister, too. I think she's as excited about this as you are. From now on we're going to call you Julie. A new name to match the new you. Do you like Julie or would you prefer another name?" I know I gushed, but I couldn't help it. It was as if the excitement of all the Christmases of my life had been wrapped into one and the celebration was about to begin. "Julie sounds perfect. It's the name I've called myself for years. Did you know that, or was it just a lucky guess?" "Your mother read your diary and saw that you often referred to yourself by that name. That's how she knew you weren't happy as a male, too. Your diary descriptions of how you feel are very frank. Now I think it's about time we begin your feminization, don't you?" Just as I was about to give her an enthusiastic yes, Jill came in with a glass of water and handed me a small purple pill. I quickly covered my lap with a towel so she wouldn't see my private parts. "Hi, sis," she said, a smile covering her lovely face. "Take this pill. From now on you'll get one every day. It will make you develop into a beautiful young girl." "What's in it?" I asked, not really caring as long as it would help me be the woman I wanted so desperately to be. "It's called Premarin," Susan informed me, "and it's used for birth control, but in you it will keep you from easily becoming hard down there and soon you will grow firm little titties that will tingle whenever anyone touches them. You want your body to develop like any other girl your age, don't you?" Nodding, I took the pill, not realizing that I would soon have breasts and much fuller hips and buttocks. Much to my delight, I would soon discover that my breasts were as large as Jill's! "Let's see how these pretty things fit you," Aunt Susan began. "Stand up and we'll get you dressed. After all, you can't sit around naked all day." She helped me slip into a lacy pink bra, then fastened a matching garter belt around my waist. Next came a pair of dainty pink panties. The panties were a size too small and, as a result, tight enough that my penis was completely hidden when Susan showed me how to pull it back and tuck it between my legs. Jill taught me how to put on the beige stockings and after a few fumbling attempts I managed to get them hooked onto the garters. I loved them immediately and they felt so wonderfully silky against my newly shaved legs! Over that, she had me put on a full slip, pink with lots of delicate lace on the bodice and hem. I felt so pretty and ladylike! Then Aunt Susan carefully plucked my eyebrows so only a very feminine shape remained. "There's no turning back now, Julie," she said. "From now on, you're going to be my pretty niece." Soon my face was completely made over with eye liner, mascara, blush and deep pink lipstick. As my strawberry blonde hair was fashionably long, she was able to use hot rollers and a curling iron to give me a very feminine hair style. While my aunt was busy with my hair, Jill shaped my nails and then covered them with a polish that matched my lipstick. As I watched myself being transformed, I had a thrilling sensation each time I looked in the mirror. I looked as much like a girl as Jill did! And to think that only yesterday I'd thought my trip to California might be boring! "May I help Julie put her dress on?" Jill asked. Aunt Susan had just come in the room with a pretty frock. She handed it to Jill. I was simply delighted at hearing Jill call me "Julie" and "her"! It was a pink and white flowered dress with puffy short sleeves and a scoop neckline. As Jill slipped it on over my head and zipped up the back for me, I noticed the skirt came to just above my knee. Susan gave me summer white heels to put on and I was surprised to find they were a perfect fit. They were so well prepared for my transformation that the high-heeled shoes were exactly my size. My mother must have given them all my measurements before I arrived. "Now I want you to practice your walk, dear," she said. "Take fairly short steps and keep your legs close together. Swing your hips a bit and think Ôgirl'." I did as she had asked and felt quite comfortable in the heels despite their height. I'd long ago mastered walking my mother's shoes so the heels weren't at all difficult to manage. I adored the feel of the dress swishing against my legs and the way my stocking-covered thighs felt as they rubbed together with each step. Aunt Susan clapped with delight at my performance. "That's right, Julie, you're perfect! A natural. You act like you've been a girl all your life! I'm sure you'll be just fine when we go out looking for some pretty things for you this afternoon." Is she serious? I said to myself. It had never occurred to me that I'd be going shopping dressed like this. I thought I looked like a girl but would everyone else think so? The idea of going out to a mall wearing a dress and heels had always been one of my favorite fantasies but I'd never really expected to do it. I was just about to voice my fears, when it dawned on me that it didn't matter what others thought. The only people I knew in California were Aunt Susan and Jill. No one else's opinion mattered and, after all, this was San Francisco. Everything went here. To complete my outfit, Aunt Susan selected some jewelry for me to wear and had me spray my neck and wrists with a pretty floral scent. She gave me a purse to carry and helped me select a few makeup items and a wallet to put in it. She insisted I come with her to town shopping while Jill did some work around the house. She didn't have to ask twice. I shaking but very excited as I got in the car. We drove for a while and talked, then stopped at a dress shop in a nearby shopping center. When I got out of the car, Aunt Susan had to remind me to take my purse. I imitated her and put it over my shoulder. As we were walking through the door, she told me to relax and have fun. She had called them earlier and they were expecting us. She said she shopped there all the time and they knew her very well. Susan introduced me to everyone as her niece, Julie. "I want you to fit Julie with some breast forms," she told the woman in the foundations department. "She hasn't fully developed yet and needs some help." The clerk guided me into a dressing room and took off my dress and slip. "My, my, you really do need some padding, don't you dear?" I blushed as she left, and I could hear Susan and the clerk chuckling. The sales woman entered the dressing room again, this time with two foam breast forms which, I was delighted to see, even had nipples. As she showed me how to put them in my bra, she said, "These will fill you out perfectly until your own breasts develop, Julie. Now, would you mind removing your panties for me? I told Susan we have just the thing to help you out with your other problem." I knew then that Aunt Susan must have told her all about me. She knew I was really a boy and wouldn't be shocked, so I hesitantly slipped off my panties. The clerk smiled as she looked at my swollen penis. "Oh, dear, it would never do for you to go about in a dress with that thing sticking out. Put these on, sweetie." She handed me a pair of lacy panties fashioned from a very stretchy fabric which made the panties almost like a girdle. When I put them on, I found my penis fit into a pocket and was pulled back and completely concealed. "Now, isn't that better?" she said as she helped me on with my slip and dress. "So much more ladylike." I had to admit the fit was much improved. My breasts were full now and filled out the top of the dress perfectly. The bra pushed my chest together so that I had the appearance of real breasts. I was thrilled! "You are a such a pretty girl!" the clerk exclaimed, "and pink is such a becoming color on you. Your aunt told me she intends to have you spend the entire summer as a girl. How do you feel about that, Julie?" I blushed, appreciating the compliment but still very perplexed about this sudden metamorphosis. "I think it will be fun but I just hope no one will discover my real gender and laugh at me or turn me in to the police." As we left the dressing room, she affectionately put her arm around my waist and said, "You don't have to worry about that, dear. I guarantee no one will know you used to be a boy. You seem so comfortable and act so much like a girl. All you have to do is relax and ÔEnjoy Being a Girl', just like the song says." "I do enjoy being a girl," I beamed, and thanked her for her help. "Be sure to come back often, Julie. We have tons of pretty things here in your size that I know you'll just love." We picked out some more things for me, then paid for our purchases and went out into the mall. "We have a few more things to do here, Julie," Aunt Susan informed me. "There's a booth here that sells very nice pierced earrings and I want you to pick out a few pairs. It's right over there." I looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a carousel covered with all kinds of earrings. "There's only one problem, Aunt Susan. I can't wear those because they're all pierced earrings and my ears aren't pierced." "They will be in a few minutes, dear. They do that for you free when you buy three pairs. Go and find the ones you like and then we'll have them do your ears." I managed to find five pairs I simply couldn't live without. I showed them to Aunt Susan and she approved of my selections. Minutes later, we left the boutique, me with my newly pierced ears held open with gold studs. "There are so many things I want to buy for you," she told me. "I think you should select some pretty things for yourself like shoes, lingerie and so forth. I think every girl should have her own very special feminine things. You'll see. I know you'll love being a young woman as much as I did when I was your age. It's so much more fun than being a boy." "You're right," I conceded. "It is fun. I feel so strange, but it's a good feeling." I truly did feel like I was in a different world. I was so much more aware of everything around me. I kept up a non-stop conversation, talking about everything that popped into my head. Just as we were leaving another store, Aunt Susan stopped me and said, "Julie, when you were getting dressed as a girl at home today, I was watching you. You were much happier and you behave perfectly as a girl when you're wearing a dress. As the saying goes, you've come a long way baby. So stop worrying. I guarantee you no one will know the difference." Walking through the mall, it pleased me to notice that we were getting numerous admiring glances from men. So many stared at me and I could see the desire in their eyes, and it thrilled me sexually. It really did. Aunt Susan noticed it too and asked me how I felt about it. I had to admit I loved it. Almost immediately I became more relaxed and began to enjoy the feeling of being a woman. It was fantastic! I loved the way my dress caressed my legs as I walked, and the clicking of my heels against the hard floor sent chills up and down my spine. Maybe it was the novelty of the situation or the fact I also felt more grown up as well. I didn't know why for certain, but I truly loved being a girl. Aunt Susan and I had a great time shopping for my new wardrobe and trying on clothes. We went into almost every store in the mall. I spent at least a half hour trying on lingerie at one of the better department stores. I didn't even get too nervous when one of the saleswomen walked in on me. All I had on was my bra and panties. She clearly didn't think of me as a boy. She just handed me a nightie to try on and then walked out. We stopped at Aunt Susan's favorite shoe store and she bought me four pairs of shoes there. There was a particularly cute young salesman in the store who waited on me. He became friendly very quickly. I was amazed when I discovered that he was trying to look under my skirt each time he helped me try on a pair of shoes. That made me very nervous, but I knew I was also flattered. I did purposely cross my legs a few times and I'm sure he liked what he saw. I had to choke back a laugh. Wouldn't he be shocked if he knew what was really inside those panties he was sneaking a look at! I must admit I even flirted with him a bit. Aunt Susan watched all this, trying to hide her laughter. While she was paying for the shoes we'd bought, he asked me for my phone number. I was tempted to give it to him, but I knew I couldn't. When we left the store, I told her what had happened. She teased me about having made my first conquest and told me I should have given him our phone number. This time she had a huge laugh when she saw the horrified look on my face. "You can't be serious," I replied. I couldn't date a boy. What would I do if he wanted to kiss me, or worse, if he wanted more? I'd be in big trouble." "Look, Julie, you're going to spending a lot more time as a girl and if you think you'd like to date, it's certainly fine with me. There's no reason you can't. You have small breasts but so do a lot of other girls your age, and yours will be getting bigger very soon. A boy would never know the difference, believe me. As I recall from when I was a teenager, they're so happy to get anywhere at all, they don't even realize what they're doing. So relax and enjoy being a girl, will you please? I won't let you get into situations I don't think you could handle." I was sure it would take a giant leap for me to adjust to being with a boy, but knew I would like to eventually. "I guess you're right, but I think it'll be a long time before I could date. It's not that I don't want to, but I don't think I could relax enough to enjoy myself. There's so much I need to learn first." "Jill and I teach you all you need to know about boys, honey. They're so eager to get you in bed, it makes it a very simple matter to control them. Any girl with brains has no problem at all. I want you to be just like any other girl, that is if you truly want to be." "Oh, Aunt Susan, I do. I really want to be a girl, and in every sense of the word. I know you're right about boys, so if you'll teach me, I'll be a very willing student. Do you actually think it's possible for me to date?" "Julie, you'll not only be able to date, but after I get through teaching you a few tricks, you'll have them eating out of your hand. You're a beautiful young woman now. It'll be easy for us to make you one of the more popular girls in town. Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. Your mother taught me all I know about men and she had a very special knack with them. You may have even inherited her talent." We continued our shopping, stopping at the discount pharmacy to buy all the necessary feminine things I'd need if I was going to be spending a lot more time as a girl. We bought shampoo, hair spray, bath powder and a blow dryer. I'd never realized how many different things a girl needed to make herself pretty, but I was learning very fast. Next we stopped and had a bite to eat at the restaurant in one of the big department stores. We both ordered a crab salad plate and iced tea. Again I had time to practice my ladylike manners. I made sure I kept my legs demurely crossed and tried, as best I could, to copy Aunt Susan's other mannerisms. She must have noticed my efforts. She reached over and touched my hand. "I see you're being conscious of how you eat. Make sure you take nice little ladylike bites. This is part of your education as a young woman. You've never had the opportunity to learn a lot of things other girls your age have known for years so I'm going to make sure you have a chance to discover them." "I want to be as much a lady as any girl does. I promise to be the best student in the world. I know I've got a lot to learn, especially about boys, so whenever you think I need to know something, please tell me." "I will, and I'll try to make sure you know all about boys before too long. I've got the feeling you're going to need learn quickly, judging from the looks the boys have been giving you today. You really are a very pretty girl, and I'm not just saying that because you're my nephew. Whoops, I better make that niece in the future." We both giggled at that. After we had eaten, I realized that I was in very serious trouble. I had to take a pee and I'd been holding it back all through lunch. When it was impossible to wait any longer, I mentioned it to Aunt Susan, she just smiled. "Come with me," she said, smoothly and quite casually. "I have to go myself." When I realized what she was suggesting, I was horrified. She laughed at the expression on my face and as we walked toward the powder room, and she told me something that was to become quite important to me. "You are a girl now, Julie," she said, "so when nature calls, you'll just have do the same thing the other girls do. You'll learn." "You can't mean I should use the ladies' bathroom," I stammered. "I'd never be able to walk in there. I'd faint, I know I would. Please, let's just go home before I burst." "Julie, I've told you at least a dozen times today you can do anything, go anywhere you want. Absolutely no one is going to realize you're not completely female without seeing you in the nude. You've got to stop being so paranoid. Now follow me. I have to go too, so let's just get it over with." "Ok, but I want you to know I'm scared to death," I admitted. "Please let's get in and out of there as fast as we can. From now on, I'm going to make sure I go before we leave the house." As we entered the powder room I began to tremble and, while I had a smile on my face, it felt like it was pasted there and wasn't working too well. There were several women standing in the outer room, but Aunt Susan and I ignored them and went into the room where the facilities we needed were. There were several toilets in little stalls with the door that could be pushed closed. I ran into one of the empty stalls, locking the door securely behind me. I hung purse on the door hook, then used some paper to clean off the seat. I quickly lifted up my dress and slid my panties down as far as the tops of my stockings. I carefully sat down, all the time watching the door to be sure no one was spying on me. When I was satisfied that no one was watching, I slipped my cock out and quickly peed. What a relief! Julie's Story When I'd finished, I patted myself dry with some paper, then pushed my penis back in my panties, feeling so much safer with it hidden. I stood up, pulled up my panties, again being thrilled with feeling so feminine. I dropped my slip and dress back into place. Finally, I sensed I was gaining some self-assurance. I thought about how no one had given me any strange looks all day. On the contrary, all the looks I'd received had been very flattering. I decided Aunt Susan had been right all along. I'd been silly to doubt my appearance. It was, I decided, time to be brave. I was starting to enjoy myself for the first time that day. I was a real girl now. I knew it, no one else seemed to doubt it, so I might as well enjoy it. What a phenomenal feeling! I strolled out to the mirrors and checked out my appearance, just as most of the other women there were doing. What a pleasant picture! I loved my feminine reflection. I couldn't remember any time in my life I'd ever felt better. I fussed a little with my hair, then went and sat in one of the chairs to wait for Aunt Susan. It was even fun just sitting there, crossing and uncrossing my legs, feeling the slippery smoothness of my stocking-clad legs as they rubbed against one another, and it was especially wonderful that there was no longer any ugly bulge to get in the way. How I loved being a girl! I noticed how nicely the room had been decorated. The walls were papered with soft pink flowers on white background. The carpet and chairs were a light grey. So pretty and so unlike the mens' rooms I'd been in. When Aunt Susan finally came out, she immediately noticed me sitting there looking like the cat that had eaten the canary. She gave me a radiant smile and, when she's finished washing her hands, we walked out together. "What's come over you, Julie?" she asked. "You're acting like you own the world now." "I guess when I had time to think about what you've been telling me, I realized how right you were. No one all day has treated me any differently than they treated you. I just love being a girl, and now I think I'm finally beginning to relax and enjoy being Julie. Thanks for being so helpful, Aunt Susan. I want you to know I love you, and I really appreciate all the effort and expense you've gone to. You're the best friend and the best aunt anyone ever had." We continued our shopping, buying me all the pretty things that Aunt Susan had promised. I had such fun picking out a whole new wardrobe. All the pretty lingerie, dresses, jewelry, shoes and hosiery. I was in seventh heaven. I guess the main reason we stopped shopping was that we couldn't carry any more boxes. When we got back to the car, I was careful to sit like a girl, making sure to smooth my skirt out before sitting down. I crossed my legs, trying to look as ladylike and demure as possible. They looked so pretty sticking out from under my skirt framed by the lacy hem of my slip. Aunt Susan noticed how pleased I looked. "I think you're beginning to like your new self, aren't you Julie?" she asked. "You don't seem to be the least bit nervous anymore. I'm really happy." "It's so much more fun to be a girl and fussed over," I confessed, "and I really love wearing a dress and looking pretty. Do you really think maybe I was born a boy by mistake?" "That could very well be, but thankfully it's a mistake we can correct. Your male clothes are being put away for as long as you're here. You will be Julie, completely feminine in every way, and I do mean every way," Susan informed me as we turned onto our street. "Also, when you meet the boys Jill and her friends know, you'll have to date them if they ask you out, which I'm sure they will. You're one of the prettiest young girls I've ever seen so you'll be getting a lot of attention from both boys and men. You'd better get used to it. You'll soon discover that having men chase you is one of the best parts of being a woman." I was astounded by the thought of making love to a man, but not at all unwilling, I was surprised to realize. I guess dressing and feeling like a girl made it seem like a natural thing for me to do. "If you say I should, then I will." I sat there for a few minutes wondering what it would be like to kiss a boy or have some man's hand up under my skirt. Would I like it? I got my answer moments later when my penis became extremely hard in spite of the very restrictive panties I was wearing. "I've never even kissed a boy," I blushingly admitted. "Don't worry, Julie. After Jill and I show you how to behave, you'll learn to love wrapping a man around your finger or wrapping your fingers around a man, if you know what I mean," she said, laughing. This time my face turned a bright shade of red as a picture of my hand with long pink painted nails encased a throbbing erection popped into my head. It was then I knew for sure I'd learn to please a man long before my summer in California ended. Just the thought of nuzzling some cute boy's cock almost made me wet my panties. Susan must have recognized the look on my face. "I think it turns you on, doesn't it, Julie?" "Yes, I guess it does," I reluctantly admitted, "but does that mean I'm gay?" "No, honey," she smiled, "it just means you're bisexual. You like making love to both men and women. A lot of the people I know feel that way and so do Jill and I. It's great to be able to make whoopie with anyone at all. There's no need to limit yourself to one sex. So don't feel guilty. Just relax and enjoy it. You'll have all different kinds of fun while you're staying here with me. I'll make sure of that." I somehow knew I'd try everything and love it all. Aunt Susan was completely in charge of my life now and I had no choice but to do everything she told me to do. Happily, I was more than willing. Besides, I didn't want to risk having her tell me I couldn't dress up as Julie anymore. I had become totally addicted to wearing pretty things in less than a day and I was almost positive I wanted to be a girl forever. "I'll do my best, Aunt Susan," I promised. I decided I should tell her more about how I felt in case she thought I was uncomfortable in a dress and made me go back to boy's clothes. "I love wearing a dress and being a girl, so I promise I'll do as you say. As far as I'm concerned, you can burn the clothes I brought from home. I don't ever want to see them again. I'm much more my real self like this." "This morning I could tell you really liked your feminine self so I had Jill drop all your male things at the Goodwill depot while we were out shopping. You're my niece Julie from now on and I'm so much happier with you this way." I reached over and hugged her. There were tears running down my cheek. "Oh, Aunt Susan, thank you so much. I'm happy, too. I never want to be a boy again." And, happily, I didn't have to be a boy again. I spent the rest of May and June learning all the things a girl needs to know. Aunt Susan and Jill were very good, very patient teachers and soon I felt as if I'd been female all my life. Chapter Four - My First Slumber Party A few months later, Aunt Julie surprised me again on our way home from shopping. "Jill has a slumber party planned for tonight to introduce you to all her friends. You're the guest of honor. They're all dying to meet her older cousin from back east. We'll pick out a nightie for you to wear after dinner and, with your stretchy panties holding you in, no one will be able to tell that you used to be a boy, that is if you don't get too excited. Do you think you'll be able to manage that with ten young girls running around half naked, Julie?" I blushed at the thought and said, "I know I'm ready, Aunt Susan. It's almost as if this summer I'm truly myself for the first time. I was never very happy as a boy. Now I feel as if I'd been reborn the girl I was always meant to be." Jill was waiting for us when we got in the house. She had been getting everything ready for the party. "You'll like my friends a lot, Julie," she said. "I told them you're really cool and very pretty. No one knows about the real you so I hope you'll be careful and not give yourself away." "Jill, you know that's the last thing I'd ever do," I replied. "Aunt Susan says I can be Julie for as long as I'm staying here so I don't want anyone to know about that other yukkie me. What are we going to be doing tonight?" "I guess watching some movies and talking a lot. We'll take a walk to the mall, then maybe have pizza around later. There's lots of cute guys there so it's one of our favorite places to hang out. When we come back we'll all crash in the living room and give everyone a chance to get to know you." "Sounds like fun," I told her. It really did. I was looking forward to being with them and learning what girls did at slumber parties. I'd always been curious but now I was going to be a part of one. Jill briefly filled me on every girl who would be attending the party that night. I decided then that being a girl was much more exciting that being a boy could ever be. Aunt Susan and Jill decided I should wear a blouse and skirt so we picked out a lacy white top and a short flared red skirt for me. I had to change quickly as it was almost time for the other girls to arrive. As I'd put on white lingerie that morning, I didn't have to worry about it showing through the blouse. I hurriedly dressed and checked my makeup and hair in the bedroom mirror, thrilled as always to see such a lovely young woman looking back at me. Just then the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs and Jill introduced me to her friends. They were all about my age or a year younger and well dressed. As we all lived in a fairly wealthy neighborhood, they could easily afford the latest fashions. I was quite shy at first, not knowing how well I'd be accepted but after dinner I relaxed and felt as if I'd spent weeks with them. Thankfully, they all seemed to like me too. Aunt Julie left then and we decided to go to the mall for an hour or so. As it was close by, we walked there in about ten minutes. On the way, several cars full of boys tried to pick us up but we just ignored them. It was strange but thrilling to be on the other side of the male/female courtship ritual. We walked through most of the stores, trying on things and buying little. We all had a chance to meet some nice boys but, as there was so many of us, they all seemed reluctant to do more than talk for a few minutes. I became quite friendly with Jill's best friend, Melissa, a cute redhead with a super figure. She had moved here from Baltimore a few months ago and we both felt a certain newcomer's kinship almost immediately. Melissa and I both tried on jeans in the same dressing room at one store and I have to admit I stared at her when I saw her in her bra and panties, especially when I noticed a few pubic hairs escaping the elastic leg openings of her briefs. Her bottom was perfectly rounded and very sexy. I loved looking at her and was particularly envious of the smoothness of her crotch. She was so lucky to have a pussy, I thought, not a nasty bulge like I'd have had if I were wearing loose panties. Unfortunately, she noticed me gaping at her and, to my surprise, ogled my crotch as if to say she was as bold as I was. I was embarrassed, so I blurted out, "Sorry for looking at you, Melissa. I hope you don't mind." "No, I don't mind at all. In fact, I was glad to have a chance to check you out. Jill told me all about you so I couldn't help being curious. How do you hide your Ôthing'? I didn't see even a bump down there." I was astonished that Jill had revealed my secret to anyone but, as Melissa didn't seem the least bit bothered by it, I couldn't really object or be very upset. "The panties I'm wearing are made of a very stretchy fabric," I told her. "When I put them on, I pull my Ôthing' all the way back and the panties hold it in place. Now that I've answered your question, you tell me something. Why did Jill tell you about me? I thought no one was supposed to know." "She knew I wouldn't mind and I'd keep it to myself. Jill and I sleep over with each other a lot and we've gotten to know one another very well, if you get what I mean." I guess I must have looked puzzled because Melissa blushed a bit and then whispered in my ear, "We do girl to girl stuff in bed. Don't say a word to anyone. It's just as much a secret for us as yours is." "Sorry, but I guess I'm a bit dense," I said. "I won't say a word to anyone, I promise. I knew Jill was bisexual but it never occurred to me that you were the one she did things with." "She told me you and she are having some fun, too. According to her, you are well equipped, so that's why I was staring at you before. I just figured something that large would be hard to hide." "I don't think it's all that big. In fact, I wish it were so small it was invisible. I hate it. I'd give anything to have a vagina and look like you do. That why I was looking at you. I'm so jealous!" "Look, Julie, all this conversation has made me very curious. Would you think I was weird if I asked to see your thing? I'll show you mine if you'd like to see it even if you don't want me to look at you." Curiosity wasn't what I was feeling. Horny was more like it. The two of us standing there only a few feet apart wearing only our bras and panties had more than peaked my interest. "I guess it would be ok, and if I lean against the door, no one would be able to come in and catch us." I put my back to the dressing room door and lowered my panties to my knees. My cock, now almost erect, popped out like a divining rod in Minnesota. "Oh, it is big," Melissa said. "I'm surprised you don't like it. I think it would be fun to have one. I sometimes wish I did. Don't you think it's more interesting than this?" As she said it, she pushed her panties over her hips and let them fall to the floor, then stepped out of them. "No, I hate it," I answered truthfully as I stared down at her. "I'd much rather have a pussy. Yours is beautiful. Want to trade bodies?" She laughed. "Maybe, but first I'd like to see how they feel against one another." She took off her bra and pressed her naked body up against me. Her hand reached behind me and unhooked my bra. She watched me as I shrugged out of it. "You're certainly not flat chested, Julie," she said quietly as she snuggled against me. "Our breasts are just about the same size. I love the feel of your nipples against mine." I leaned forward and kissed her while she took my cock and put it between her legs. I tried to push it into her, but it didn't work. Melissa had a better idea. She tightened up her legs and moved back and forth, the soft wet petals of her pussy stroking my hardness until I shot out a load of white sauce on her legs. As soon as I got my breath back, I leaned down and licked her clean, making sure her clit got plenty of attention. She had a very intense climax in no time at all. We heard voices in the hall outside the dressing room so we quickly dressed again and joined the other girls who were waiting impatiently. After shopping at a few more stores, we walked back and discussed the boys we had met in great detail on the way. When we arrived home, no one was the least bit tired, so we changed into our nighties and decided to have a pizza delivered. Jill opened a bottle of wine and gave everyone a glass. Maria, a cute Italian girl with a definitely ample figure, said she knew where the best pizza in town came from, so she took charge of calling for it. After she had placed our order, she told us that not only was their pizza the best, but the guy who delivered it was a total hunk. He was the son of the owner and had been flirting with her for months. His name was Mark. The other girls, at Jill's instigation, decided to have me answer the door when he arrived. They told me I looked so sexy in my yellow nightie that it would be a shame not to let the delivery boy see me in it. At first I was reluctant, but after my second glass of wine, suddenly I was all for it. They spent the next few minutes giggling and warning me not to turn him on too much. I blushed, hoping I would! When the doorbell rang, I walked to the door and answered it with a big smile on my face while trying to quell the butterflies swirling in my stomach. The rest of the girls were in the kitchen watching me through the louvered door. Mark almost dropped the pizza when he saw me but recovered quickly enough to say, "Wow, you sure look great in that nightgown. What's your name?" I blushed a bit and then invited him in. "I'm Julie, and I know your name is Mark. My friend Maria told me about you earlier this evening. She said you were real cute and had the best pizza, so when I got home I called for some." "The pizza is the best," he said, "and so am I." He gave me a big smile, so I wouldn't think he was too conceited, I realized. "Maria never said anything about that," I answered coyly. "She only mentioned the pizza. How much is it?" He handed me the bill and I walked over to the couch where I had left my purse. I purposely bent over to get my wallet, giving Mark an excellent view of my yellow panty covered bottom. I turned back to him and I could tell he liked what he saw a lot, if the bulge in his pants was any indication. I said I was short three dollars as I hadn't realized it would cost so much, knowing Jill would understand I was up to something because she was aware that I had plenty of money in my purse. Mark looked perplexed for a minute, not knowing what to do. "Is there anyone else home who might have some money, Julie?" "I'm home alone and this is all the money I have." I fibbed. "How about if you share the pizza with me and call it even?" "I can't do that," he said. "I have to come back with enough money to cover the delivery." I stared up into his face with a sad look, realizing that the more I looked at him, the more I wanted him. It must have been because of the two glasses of wine I'd just had. I think he felt the same way because he kept staring at my breasts, very visible through the filmy fabric of my nightgown. Acting as if I were about to cry, I lowered my head and said, "I'm sorry. I thought I had enough money and I really want the pizza. Isn't there some other way I could pay you?" My act had worked. The expression on his face was now one of pity, liberally mixed with lust. "Don't get upset, Julie. It's only three dollars. I can lend it to you and pick it up tomorrow." I had to think fast as I wanted him tonight, not tomorrow. "I may be going away tomorrow with my aunt for a few days. Why don't you just stay here and share it with me and maybe I can think of someway to thank you?" I walked closer to him, knowing he was getting more turned on by the minute, just as I was. Admiring his gorgeous face and muscles had made me feel very sexy. Thankfully, my tight panties concealed any sign of my excitement. "Maybe if I gave you a kiss, you'd stay?" I asked, putting my arms around his neck, hoping with all my heart he would. "I guess I could go for some pizza," he said, taking me in his arms. I pressed myself against him as his lips met mine. I kissed him with an open mouth and his tongue immediately darted into it, our tongues probing and exploring. His hands moved down my back and cupped my bottom through my panties, pulling me even closer to him. I felt his hard cock against me as he began to grind slowly against my pubic bone. Moments later, his hand was cupping my breast through the silky nightie and that turned me on tremendously. We stayed locked in each other's arms for about ten minutes when Mark told me he wanted to make love to me. I wanted him very badly too but, knowing I couldn't let this go too far without revealing my true gender, I leaned away from him, telling him to wait because I had an idea. I reached down and unzipped his jeans. My hand quickly found his erection inside his underwear and, while stroking it with one hand, I pushed his pants and briefs down to his knees with the other. Julie's Story He had the largest cock I had ever seen and it was unbelievably hard. Desperately wishing I had been born a woman with a pussy so I could feel him inside me, I knelt in front of him and began to kiss and lick his magnificent shaft. Gently I took the tip into my mouth, tasting a drop of precum as my tongue explored his slit. I cupped his balls in my hand as my mouth slid farther down his shaft. Back and forth I moved, each stroke taking him deeper into my mouth until my lips eventually brushed against his pubic hair. Mark's hands were now locked behind my head in my hair and his hips were swaying as he fucked my face. Using a trick that Jill had taught me, I delicately inserted just the tip of one of my long painted fingernails into his anus and massaged it as if it were a clit. Unable to bear the excitement any longer, he started spurting his cum into the back of my throat. I purposely pulled my head back so I'd be able to taste his discharge, not wanting to miss it's tangy flavor. I continue sucking and fingering him until he was totally empty. Feeling somewhat embarrassed by my burst of lust, I quickly stood up, pulling his pants and underwear up with me. "Oh, god, I'm so ashamed of myself," I said to Mark, covering up my face as tears filled my eyes. "I drank some wine tonight for the first time and it made me lose all my control. I hope you don't think I'm terrible. I've never done anything like that before. I can't even look at you." He didn't seem to know what to say and was upset when I began to cry. He took me in his arms again and said, "Julie, just take it easy. I think you're terrific and I'd like to call you and take you out sometime. Don't feel bad just because you like me. I like you too. You're beautiful and very sexy." He held my face between his hands and smiled at me. "Please stop crying and let's eat this pizza before it gets cold. All of a sudden, I have this tremendous appetite." That made me laugh and I quickly felt much better. "That's funny. I don't feel so hungry now, Mark. Did you really mean what you said about calling me?" "Yes," he whispered in my ear as he hugged me, "I did mean it. I like you a lot and I want to take you out. If you don't go away with your aunt, how about tomorrow night? There's a great horror double feature at the drive-in." "All right," I sniffled, "I guess so. I'll just tell my aunt I don't want to go away. She won't mind, but I'm still feeling bad about what happened. Promise me you won't tell anyone what we did?" "No way. I don't talk about things like that," he reassured me and again took me in his arms. "I'll pick you up around eight. Hope you don't mind going in the delivery car. It's the only one I have." "No, I won't mind as long as you bring another pizza. I get hungry at night and I love Italian food." Mark laughed and said, "I could tell you liked Italian food a few minutes ago, especially sauce, and I love the way you eat it. I'll bring two pizzas, just in case." My face turned beet red, but I was glad he liked the way I ate him. We sat and finished the pizza and then he kissed me and left as he had to back to work. I realized then he never taken any money for the pizza. As soon as he was out the door, all the girls burst through the kitchen door, giggling and laughing. "Julie, you really had him going," Maria said. "I hope you realize I had my eye on him and now he's taking you out! That's wasn't nice!" "It was your idea for me to answer the door in my nightie," I told her, "so don't blame me. He's so gorgeous I just couldn't help myself. That wine made me a bit crazy, I guess. I hope you all had a good time peeking through the door." Now it was Jill's turn to start on me. "We did have fun watching you and, in spite of what Maria says, I'm glad you have a date with him. How was the pepperoni?" That was enough to start them laughing again, but it didn't really bother me this time. I was so happy to have met Mark and even happier to be going out with him tomorrow. After I had finished making love to him, I was afraid he'd think I was terrible and not want to see me again, so I was very relieved when he asked me out. Horror movies aren't my favorite, but I was very much looking forward to being with him. "The pepperoni was great," I finally managed to say, "and I think you're all jealous because it wasn't you that got to him first. Did you hear that remark he made about my loving Italian food and sauce? I could have died when he said that!" "It did appear that you liked what you were doing, Julie," Melissa chimed in. "I've never done that to a guy, but it he seemed to love it too. Did he actually cum in your mouth?" "Yes, and it tasted great," I said. "I was surprised when he did and I didn't particularly want to swallow it but I had no other choice. I always thought it would taste terrible, but it didn't, just a little salty." We began discussing all of our experiences with boys, and it turned out that none of us had much at all. Naturally, Jill and I never mentioned the nights we'd spent with each other, preferring to keep that to ourselves. Melissa admitted she had necked with several boys and had let them touch her breasts. Maria, in spite of what she admitted that night, wasn't a virgin and Jill knew it, but I guess she wasn't willing to admit it in front of everyone else. Finally, around three, Maria and Melissa and the rest of the guests crashed in the spare bedrooms while Jill and I went to our room, tired and ready for bed. "This was one wild day for you, Julie," she said as she turned down the bed. "You managed to get further with Mark than Maria did in three months of flirting with him. I'll bet you love being able to attract boys so easily." "It's terrific. I'm so happy they like me, but they're not the only ones who like me, Jill. You wouldn't believe what happened to me when I went into the dressing room with Melissa." I proceeded to tell her every detail of our session, knowing it would excite her, and it did. It had been a great day and my head was spinning with thoughts of Melissa and Mark, but especially Mark. He had gorgeous eyes and a wonderful body. Being in his arms and feeling his lips against mine had made me feel a hunger for a man I'd never experienced before. It was almost as if he had cast a spell rendering me unable to do anything but please him, and please him I had. I was very much looking forward to tomorrow night and at least one more taste of his sweet syrup. "I think this was one of the best days of my life, Jill. I'm sure now that I'll spend the rest of it as a girl. I never want to wear those awful boy's clothes again and I know nothing can make me change my mind." "I know you're a lot happier," she told me as we got into bed. "It's hard for me to even think of you as a boy any more. You look so pretty in a dress and it just seems so natural for you to be wearing one. I love you as Julie and I'll fight as hard as I can if anyone wants you to go back to being a boy. You're my sister now and I want you that way forever." She slipped into my arms and I held her against me. "I love you, too, Jill, and not just like a sister. What I mean is, I love having you as a sister, but I also love being with you in bed like this. I could make love to you ten times a day and never get enough of you. Right now I want to feel my cock inside that tight, hot pussy of yours. No one turns me on as much as you do." Her hand found my breast and soon she was squeezing my nipples. We hurriedly slipped out of our nightgowns and panties and she lay on her back. I got on top of her and slid inside of her, not moving once I had penetrated her completely. Our breasts pressed together as I took her face between my hands, tenderly kissing each part of it. It was more than she could stand. I felt her hips rocking up and down, pushing and pulling her silky love canal over my shaft. My hands cupped her ass as my own hips joined in our dance of lust. We both came and then I licked all of my cum out of her pussy, anxious to see if it tasted like Mark's. Chapter Five - My First Date After Jill's friends left, we spent the next day talking and helping Aunt Susan around the house. She was thrilled to hear I had a date and reassured me that it would be wonderful. Mark called me late in the afternoon to say he'd pick me up at nine o'clock. After that, Jill and I went to our room and I tried on about thirty different outfits, finally deciding that a pink V-neck cotton sweater and a jeans miniskirt would be perfect for that evening. We had dinner at seven, then I started getting ready. The first thing I did was to take a bubble bath, liberally covering myself with scented dusting powder afterwards. Next, it was time to camouflage the only real remaining evidence of my manhood. The tight panties worked well but I wouldn't always be able wear them. I'd seen many cute matching bras and panties I loved which weren't stretchy enough to hold me in so I couldn't buy them. After trying just about everything to conceal my very unladylike protrusion, we had almost given up. Finally, Jill and I perfected a new system to hide my cock. One day when she had just begun her period, I saw her hooking her sanitary napkin to the wide elastic belt which held it in place. It struck me that it would be the perfect answer to my problem and, as it turned out, it was. With her help, I tried one on. When my genitals were firmly compressed beneath the pad which was tightly held in place by the elastic belt, there was not even the slightest bulge visible. Over my napkin I put on a pair of lacy pink panties and matching bra. I had bought a very short half slip just to wear with this skirt as all my others would have hung inches below it. I slipped into my stocking, then fussed with my hair and makeup. The pink sweater was perfect; tight enough to show off my new boobs without making me look cheap. The skirt was the shortest I'd ever worn and I kept tugging it down, feeling very self-conscious about showing so much of my legs. It barely covered the tops of my stockings. Spraying a bit of perfume on my breasts, neck and thighs made me smell wonderfully sexy. I pulled my hair back and tied it with a pink ribbon, the exact shade of the sweater. Next came large dangling hoop earrings, my watch and a pretty amethyst ring. A last quick check in the mirror reassured me the skirt fit perfectly and my slip wasn't showing, so I went to the living room for Jill's final inspection. "So, how do I look?" I asked. "Do you think Mark will be able to stay away from me or will he find me ravishingly beautiful?" "You look great, Julie, and if I'm any judge, he'll eat you alive. You legs look sensational in that skirt. I'm going to have to borrow that soon and see if I look as good in it as you do. Turn around and let me see the rest." I did my best pirouette, hoping she liked the way my bottom looked in the skirt. I'd spent more than five minutes in front of the mirror making sure every aspect of me was just so; hair, makeup, clothes and jewelry had appeared to be as good as I could make them look. "I now pronounce you ready for your first date," Jill said. "Did you realize that those birth control pills had made your fanny and hips fill out as well as your chest? You look really sexy." "It did look like I'd gained some inches there," I told her, "but I wrote it off to wishful thinking. Thank god I don't have a flat butt and narrow hips anymore. Are you sure I'm bigger?" "Without a doubt. Your backside is as curvy as mine. Make sure Mark notices it when you leave. Shake your hips a little, just like we do at the mall when we know there's boys following us. He'll get the message. Don't make it too obvious, though, okay?" The door bell rang before I could answer Jill. She opened the door and Mark came in. He look so great in khakis and a blue button down shirt. "Hi," he said to her. "Who are you?" He seemed to be staring at Jill, so I hurried over and introduced her to him before she had a chance to answer. "This is my favorite sister, Jill. She's the black sheep of the family. She's only slightly ugly, though." Jill laughed, knowing I was just teasing. "Julie's my favorite sister, too," she told Mark, "but only some of the time. Where are you two off to tonight?" "Just a movie and then maybe a bite to eat," he said. "I know a great place for free pizza, that is if Julie wants to have pizza two nights in a row." "Don't worry about that," Jill said. "She's one of those people who doesn't mind eating the same thing often." She turned to me and almost burst out laughing. I knew she was referring to Mark's cock and not pizza. I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling. "Let's go," I finally managed to say. "I don't want to miss the cartoons." "Have a good time, Julie," Jill said as we were walking out the door, "and don't worry about getting home late. Aunt Susan isn't here to blow her stack if you do." "Thanks," I called back. "Wait up for me, okay?" "Sure, but only if you bring back some pizza for me too," she shouted. We got in his car and raced out of the driveway. On the way to the drive-in, we talked about ourselves, each wanting to know more about the other. We hadn't had time to talk the night before so it was a little awkward it first. I was very conscious of my short skirt as I sat next to him and thought it might have been a mistake to wear it until he looked down and told me I had great legs. Then I was overjoyed I'd worn it. I realized this was the first time I'd been to the drive-in this year and the first time ever as a girl. That summer was definitely a time for firsts for me. Noticing that Mark picked a space in the last row, I knew things were going to get a lot more interesting. No sooner did he turn off the motor than his arm was around my shoulder and moved next to me. He turned my face to him and kissed me. I loved the feeling of his lips on mine and didn't resist as his tongue explored my mouth. We necked for quite a while and then I felt his hand under my sweater. He was rubbing the small of my back, slowly moving up and towards the front. When he cupped my breast through my bra, I felt a tingling sensation ripple over my whole body. Then his other hand was behind me, unhooking my bra. I sat forward to give him more room, impatient for the touch of his hand on my bare breasts. He knew exactly what to do to make me hot, too. He massaged my boobs, paying special attention to my nipples. I felt my sweater being pulled up as his mouth was sucking and nibbling on my neck. Suddenly he dropped his head to my chest and took my nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, sucking and exciting me. As he switched from one breast to the other, his hand moved between my legs and in no time was up under the hem of my skirt and beneath my slip. He caressed my bare thighs just above my stockings, then inched higher. I parted my legs just enough to allow him room to move up. As he touched my panties, I could feel the pressure on my clit through the pad. It felt so good I would have let him do it for hours, but when he realized it was a sanitary napkin and not the soft pussy petals he had expected, he pulled back and I knew I had some explaining to do. "Mark," I whispered in his ear, "I have my period so be careful when you touch me, okay?" "Damn it," he said, "why tonight? I want to be inside you. You're not a virgin, are you?" "No, but you can't do it to me because it just started and I don't want to make a mess. I want to have you in me too, more than you know, but I just can't now. Please try to understand?" "All right," he said, his disappointment very apparent, "but as soon as it's over, I want you to let me know because, ever since last night, all I can think of is making love to you. You got me so hot when you knelt in front of me. Will you at least let me cum in your mouth again?" "I've though a lot about you too," I admitted, "and I want to make love to you as well. I'd like to have you cum in me again and, if you want, I'll do it for you as often as you'll let me." The discussion ended as soon as he felt my hand on his cock. I traced the outline of it through his pants, then unzipped them and took it out. I looked at it in the faint light and wondered how I could love so much to touch something on someone else that I hated when I saw it on myself. He pulled his pants down as I moved back on the seat, then I lowered my head to his erection. I took it in my hand and stimulated it on the bottom, just below the crown. With the tip of it now between my lips, I cupped his balls lovingly, feeling so feminine as I began sucking him. Pleasing a man was such a turn-on for me. I knew nothing else existed for him except the feeling of my mouth engulfing his silky shaft. I sucked him hard, wanting the taste of his sperm in my mouth more than anything. My head was bobbing up and down, his groans louder with each motion. Cum in me now! I shouted silently. Fill my throat with your honey! Then, a few seconds later, I got what I'd been yearning for. I sensed his spasms beginning, the tube on the underside of his cock leaping towards me as his delectable cum began spouting into my mouth. Knowing he'd fill me up, I quickly swallowed the first few spurts, then pumped him with my hand until the remainder of his load covered my tongue. When he was completely empty, I kissed his cock and lay my head on his naked thigh while I relished the savory taste of his juice before eventually swallowing it. He had recuperated enough by then to tell me, "Julie, you're the best. I love the way you suck me. You like doing it a lot, don't you?" I kissed his cock again, then sat up and moved into his arms. "I love pleasing you, Mark. I get a thrill just knowing how much pleasure I give you. I do like sucking you but it would be just as fulfilling for me to please you in any way you wanted." "Well, if I can't be between your legs," he said, "then being in your mouth is definitely the next best thing. I wish I could kiss you down there and make you cum too. Do you like to have a guy lick you?" "Of course I do," I blushingly admitted, again wishing I had a real pussy so I could enjoy feeling a man's tongue on my clit. "I hate not being able to have you inside me, but it's impossible right now, at least in front it is." He cocked his head at me, perplexed by my last remark. I thought he looked so cute, almost like an inquisitive puppy. I leaned forward and kissed him, laughing to myself a bit as I did. "I guess I'm a little stupid," he said as I moved away. "What did you mean by in front?" Trying to appear coy, I explained, "I meant I can't take you inside me in front because of my period. There is another way, but I'm sure you know about that." "Do you mean I could do it to you in back, in your butt?" he asked, his voice breaking slightly, betraying his embarrassment. "I've heard that some people do that," I said, "but I've never done it myself. Jill and I know a girl who says she likes it better than the real way and it's safer because you don't have to worry about getting pregnant either. I guess I'd be kind of nervous about trying it, though." I hoped he believed I was as innocent as I had tried to sound. Mark didn't say anything so I felt he might have thought badly of me if I pushed it. Hoping he'd remember it some time when we were making love, I opted to be silent for a change. We sat quietly for a while, his arms around me and my head resting on his shoulder, watching the movie. When the first feature ended, Mark went to the refreshment stand to get some popcorn and sodas. I went to the ladies' room and, after a badly needed pee, I repaired some of the damage to my makeup our lovemaking had caused. I straightened out my clothes and thought about hooking my bra, but then decided against it. Hopefully he'd want to feel my breasts and suck on my nipples again. Even though they were small, he seemed to like them a lot. Julie's Story Back in the car, I couldn't help putting my hands under my sweater and caressing my breasts, recalling the fire his touch had aroused in me. I was ecstatic when they'd finally begun to blossom and I hoped I'd soon be at least a B cup. I loved my breasts and loved looking and acting like a woman. My boobs were, by far, my proudest possessions. Now, I thought, if I only had a pussy instead of this stupid cock, I'd be a real woman and the happiest one alive. Mark came back a few minutes later, loaded down with food. I opened the door for him as his hands were full, then helped set all the food on the dashboard. He must have worked up quite an appetite as there was enough for four people. I looked around and couldn't find any sodas though. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him playfully. "I missed you while you were gone. Thanks for the food, but did you forget the sodas?" "No," he said with a sly smile on his face, "I brought along something else to drink." He reached in back and I turned to see what he was up to. He was opening a small cooler that was on the floor and, much to my delight, took out some cold beer. It was just what I needed, something to help wash away some of the first date nervousness I felt. We both managed to finish the first one off in a few minutes and then sipped at the second. I guess because I hadn't eaten much dinner, I felt the effect of the beer right away. "Mark, are you going to try to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?" I asked, a big smile covering my face. "Only if you'll let me, Julie," he said. "I like you a lot and you get me so stirred up. You're really pretty. A guy can't help wanting to make love to you. It's only natural, so I guess I'm just doing what comes naturally." When he said he liked me, my mood changed from joking to serious. I kissed him again, this time pressing my lips hard against him as my tongue slid into his mouth. He responded immediately, kissing me back and running his hands all over my body. Then, reluctantly I pulled away because I had something I wanted to tell him. "I like you a lot too, Mark, and I love being with you. I hope we'll be together a lot from now on, and I'm sure you know you get me very excited too. Every time you kiss me I can feel my juices start to flow." He kissed me once more before saying, "Don't worry about not seeing enough of me. I'll be hanging around you so much you'll probably tell me to get lost, but I hope you don't." "I doubt that will happen," I truthfully admitted, "except if you insist on taking me to horror movies all the time. They're awful!" "Well, we don't have to watch it, you know," he said, silencing me with a kiss. This time when I felt his hand under my skirt, I didn't move. I knew he wouldn't get too close to my secret because of my supposed period, so I just relaxed and enjoyed the thrill of his touch. Maybe it was because of the beer, or was it all lust? I was right. He didn't try to touch me in front. He rubbed my legs and then slid his hand under me, his fingers exploring my bottom through my panties. When he reached my pussy (I had begun thinking of my cock as a clit and my anus as a pussy months ago), he caressed and probed it, making me even hotter than before. I arched my back, pressing my pubic bone against his cock, allowing him freer access to my backside. When I felt him pulling down the back of my panties, I got a little scared but I was too far gone by that time to be able to resist. I wanted him in me so badly that I was willing to risk everything. He shifted my sanitary belt to one side, found my rosebud and then gently penetrated me with his fingertip. Gently he probed deeper, my moans encouraging him. When he started fucking me with his finger, I knew there was no turning back. I ached to have him in me. But how could I do it and still conceal the undeniable symbol of my detested manhood? My mind raced, conjuring up then quickly eliminating an possibility that would lead to discovery. Suddenly, a picture of me sitting on his lap, his cock buried deep inside me, flashed into my mind. That was it! I'd found a way. Very slowly I twisted away from him, hoping he wouldn't move his hand, and he didn't. I reached down and unzipped his pants. His erection sprung out into my hand. I stroked him for just a while, not wanting to make him too excited. My mouth left his and moved to his cock. I sucked him as I coated his shaft with saliva, knowing I'd need some type of lubrication to ease his penetration. "Mark," I whispered softly in his ear, "I can't stand not having you in me any longer. If it's all right with you, I want to have you in my backside. I wish it could be in front, but that's impossible now. Would you like that?" He was a little surprised, but more than willing. "Yes, I want to be in you too. I don't care where it is, as long as it doesn't hurt you." "If you'll let me do it," I said, "that way I can be sure it's not too fast. I want to sit on your lap so no one will be able to see what we're doing." He didn't object at all. I kissed him, then quickly covered his cock with saliva again while pulling his pants and underwear down. Then, facing the movie screen, I put a leg on either side of him and raised my skirt and slip up out of the way. I still afraid to take my napkin off, so I lowered my panties then reached behind and pulled the elastic that covered my bottom off to one side. Rotating my hips until I had positioned the slippery head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy, I began to slowly lower myself onto it. At first, it was a very tight fit until I was able to relax my sphincter, then I felt a wonderful fullness as I inched him into me. In a matter of minutes, I had all of him buried deeply inside my tight passageway. His hands reached in front of me and were kneading my breasts as I started pumping up and down. "Oh, Mark, it feels so good," I moaned. "I love it so much. Your cock fills me so perfectly. Fuck me hard. I want you to cum in me, please!" His hips began to move and, with each stroke, I felt his balls slapping against me. He had reached in front of me and had captured my breasts, making me wild with passion. I was incredibly turned on, wanting him so much, the mixture of intense pleasure and delicate pain thrilling me more each time his hardness penetrated me. "Julie, I love it," he cried out. "I can't hold back any longer. I'm going to come." We both erupted at the same time, his cum spilling into me as mine flooded into my napkin. Unable to stop, I kept humping him until he finally went soft, then I turned around and collapsed in his arms. He started to say something, but put my hand over his mouth, silencing him. I wanted only to be next to him. Words would spoil my euphoric mood. "Please don't talk, Mark. Just hold me." He dropped his head back on the seat and we cuddled. We watched the rest of the movie and then stopped on the way home for a quick bite to eat. I'd had a great time and I told Mark just that when he dropped me off at home. We necked for more than an hour in front of our house until finally he kissed me goodnight after asking me to go out the next weekend. Of course, I said yes, wanting very much to be with him again. Jill was waiting up for me and she made me tell her all about the evening. She was astonished to find out I had taken Mark in my backside, but after I explained it was because of the possibility of him discovering my secret and I told her exactly how we had done it, she understood why it hadn't been so risky after all. We talked for half the night before I went back to my room. Unfortunately, Mark and I had to part. We dated several more times that fabulous summer but he kept wanting to have intercourse with me. I couldn't very well keep feigning having my period, so the only choice I had was to break it off with him. It hurt for a while but it was the only thing I could do. Chapter Six - I Enjoy Being a Girl By July I had a complete wardrobe of my own and was very adept at doing my hair and applying makeup. Fortunately, as I'd never had a deep voice, I even sounded like the girl I'd become. My breasts and bottom had begun to develop nicely thanks to the little purple pills I took each day. I was very proud of my boobs, constantly fondling them until one day Aunt Susan teased me by saying that if I wasn't careful I'd rub them off! Our life was very easy going. We spent lots of time at the pool sunning ourselves and talking or reading. Usually some of our friends would drop over and it became an informal party. Jill and I had little responsibility and more than our share of fun. The only real work we had to do was to keep our room neat. The rest of the housework was done by people Aunt Susan had brought in. Jill and I spent most of our days alone as Aunt Susan had almost daily social commitments. One morning we were in bikinis sunning and napping by the pool. We had been up very late the night before watching some old movies. I was wearing my favorite suit, pink and very brief. Jill had on a white suit even skimpier than mine. As usual, the sight of her almost naked body and the warmth of the sun was making me very horny. Jill was lying next to me on a lounge chair. She turned to me and asked, "Hey, Sis, would you put some tanning lotion on me? It feels like I'm starting to burn and I don't want to go back in the house yet." "Sure." I never even thought of saying no to my new sister. "Front or back first?" I asked. "I can do the front," she told me, "but I never seem to be able to cover my back completely." She handed me the bottle then turned on her stomach and removed her top. As she rested her head on her hands, I moved over and sat on the edge of her chair. I applied the lotion to her back and made sure I got her sides. It was as close as I'd been to her boobs since the day I'd arrived and I wasn't about to miss a chance like that. She didn't object, so when I moved to do her legs, I began at her ankles and covered not only the back but also both side of her calves and thighs as I worked my way higher. "Oh, that feels nice, Julie," she purred. "More like a massage. Where did you learn to do it so well?" "I guess it just comes naturally. No one ever taught me." Her legs were slightly spread apart so I did every inch of flesh I could reach around the crotch of her bikini bottom and her buttocks, most of which was visible in the scanty suit. It was all I could do to stop myself from kissing that sweet meat. "Would you like me to do you, too, when you're done?" "Sure, and I am done," I said, as I patted her butt, "but as long as I have lotion all over my hands, why don't you turn over and I'll do the rest of your legs and your arms?" "I'd like that," she said, smiling at me over her shoulder. "I do feel kind of tired today. It's nice to be pampered a bit." I was overjoyed to see she didn't reach for her top as she rolled onto her back. She closed her eyes and lay back. The only thing covering her gorgeous body then was the five square inches of fabric around her pussy, and it wasn't doing much of a job, I noted as I stared at her. The view was so great that I almost forgot to continue putting the lotion on her. Finally I grabbed the bottle and did the front of her legs. When I got to her white triangle, I slipped the tips of my fingers under it, hoping she wouldn't realize it. She either didn't know or didn't care as there was no reaction. I moved up on the chair and finished her arms quickly. It was getting to be too much for me. My clit was starting to bulge in my bikini bottom and I was afraid it might be obvious. "Julie," she said sleepily, "would you mind doing the rest of me? I'm too tired to go inside and I can't even keep my eyes open." "I guess I could manage to do that for you, Sis," I quickly answered. I filled my palms with lotion and started at her shoulders. Her nipples were only inches from my lips and I desperately wanted to suck on them but was afraid she'd object and not allow me to finish and I wasn't going to risk blowing my chance to feel her breasts again which was only a second away. Drawing small circles using just my fingertips, I coated her nipples and areolae at least ten times until the tips stiffened. I looked up at her face and could see a small smile of satisfaction begin to grow on her face. Although her breasts weren't large, I opted to use both hands on each one so it would take longer to finish. Cupping it between my oily palms, I kneaded the lotion in gently over and over, moving back and forth from one to the other, not even considering finishing the rest of her. "I'm going to ask you do this for me every day, Julie," she murmured. "I feel so much better now. Do you think you can tear yourself away from my boobs long enough to do my stomach for me before I get as red as a lobster?" I blushed and was glad she still had her eyes closed so she wouldn't see my face. It was me who looked like a lobster! "I guess I got carried away, Jill. Sorry, but they feel so good." "You don't have to apologize," she giggled. "I liked it too. Just do my tummy so I won't burn." I smoothed lotion onto her flat stomach then walked over to the edge of the pool so I could dip my hands in and wash off the suntan lotion residue. I guess my splashing must have made her open her eyes. "You aren't leaving, are you?" she asked. "I thought it was my turn to do you now." "I wasn't going anywhere, Jill. I just had to wash this stuff off my hands. It's so greasy. I don't want to get it on my suit." "Okay," she said, "just hurry up because I'll probably be asleep soon then you won't get your turn. Lay down when you're ready." I finished then went back to my lounge chair and dried my hands on my towel. I took off my top and felt the sun soak into my breasts as I turned to lay on my stomach. Jill came over and sat next to me, then did as thorough a job as I had just completed on my back and legs. As I turned over I realized she had closed her eyes earlier to allow me to get a good look at her without feeling embarrassed, so decided to return the favor. I lowered my lids until they appeared to be shut tight, then peeked through my lashes at Jill as her eyes roamed up and down my body. She seemed to like to stare at my chest as much as I did at hers. She took the lotion and first did each of my fingers then my hands and arms. Her touch was as gentle as it was erotic. She moved to my shoulders, massaging then slid her hands down until they captured my breasts. She rolled my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, making them stand out and beg for more attention. I was very turned on and it was more than I could stand. "Jill," I blurted out, "you're going to have to stop. I'm too excited and it's hurting me down there." I pointed at my clit, pressed back between my legs by my bikini bottom and hard as stone by that time. It ached from being forced down at an unnatural angle. "Ouch. Sorry'" she said. "It won't scare me if you want to take your bottom off. I never realized it could get hard when it was tucked away like that." "I've got to do something or it might break off," I told her, not really thinking it would but more than willing to keep her worried until I could let it loose. "If you want me to go in the house to take off my bottom, I will, but I've got to do it soon." "There's no one here except you and me, so I don't care. Why don't we both get naked and go for a swim? It might cool you off a bit. I know I could use a bit of calming down too. You weren't the only one to get aroused. Just look at the wet spot on my crotch." Delighted to think I'd turned her on too, I looked down and saw a definite damp patch between her legs. Maybe the afternoon would be a fun time, I thought! "A swim would definitely help," I said, then had a funny idea, "or maybe a cold shower is what we need! Come on, let's hop in the pool before I pass out." We took off our bottoms and jumped into the water. It felt wonderfully cool but didn't do a thing to soften my clit. As I leaned against the edge of the pool with the water lapping just under my chin, Jill swam over to me and noticed it immediately. "Are you okay now, Julie?" she asked. "It doesn't hurt anymore but I guess it's not going to disappear either. Touching you really made it swell up," I said as I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. "Maybe someday I'll have a pussy like you do and then I won't have this kind of problem anymore." "Maybe I can make it feel better," Jill whispered in my ear as she slipped her arms around my neck. She kissed me then raised herself up and spread her legs so my clit slid between them. Our naked breasts pressed against one another and I could feel the caress of her pussy petals as they rubbed along the top of my clit. "Put it in me, Julie. I want it in me all the way. It needs to be inside me. Please, do it now." I didn't have to be asked again. I dropped my hands to her backside and cupped her cheeks, lifting her up until the tip of my clit found her pussy and parted it's lips. As I lowered her onto it, she wrapped her legs around my waist. With our arms locked around one another and our tongues buried in each other's mouth, we humped there in the water until both of us had our release. Later, we lay naked in the sun, warming ourselves until we needed another dip in the pool and made love once more. From then on, almost every morning right after breakfast we repeated this enchanting performance. Jill and I became very close after only a few weeks. At our request, she and I began sharing her room. Aunt Susan was reluctant at first, but after realizing we were together all the time and had already guessed we'd been intimate, she finally submitted to our pleading. Then it was almost as if we'd been sisters all our lives. We shared everything. I loved the way Jill's pussy felt each time I was in it, the taste of it whenever I ate her, and I particularly loved the way it smelled. In fact, many days she'd give me the panties she'd worn the day before and I'd inhale their delightful fragrance then put them on instead of clean ones so my crotch would at least smell like I had a real pussy. It also turned me on to know that all day my clit was resting against the same place her sweet pussy had been only hours before. We were constantly putting our hands up under each other skirts and fondling one another whenever we were alone. We'd sit and watch television or read and spend hours investigating our only differences. She'd eventually release my clit through the leg opening of my panties and trace her fingers up and down it, either directly on the skin or through my slip which she knew I was very fond of. While she was stroking me, I'd sketch her dampening lips through her panties until they were completely wet, then pull them aside and finger her. Every few minutes I'd bring my fingers up to my lips to lick off her delectable juice, then go back for more. After an hour or so of that, we'd pleasure one another with our mouths until a climax racked our bodies. I became so used to living as Julie I almost forgot about ever having been male. I learned to walk, talk, think and act like a girl. It seemed so natural to get up every morning put on pretty lingerie and a dress. It was as if I'd been doing it all my life. Each day was filled with so much excitement! As my hair approached shoulder length, Aunt Susan took me to a beauty salon to have my hair professionally cut and styled. She'd told me a few weeks earlier I could choose any style I wanted. As I'd been pouring through all the fashion magazines and had learned to pay attention to the hair styles other girls my age had adopted, I was sure of how I wanted it to done, long and with lots of curls. Julie's Story I'm a rather conservative guy, and my girlfriend has occasionally chided me about not being as forceful and aggressive as I could be in initiating sex with her. One night we were driving home from dinner with friends, and she started in again about how I'm sort of prudish and not very adventurous and how I would never take any kind of risks with our sex life. As a guy, this kind of teasing can only go on so long before I just have to prove myself to her, and I made up my mind that I was going to show her just how adventurous and spontaneous I could be when it came to our sex life. As we pulled into my condo complex, I hit the remote for the door to my garage, which has a shared wall with my next door neighbor. Our garages are attached to one another, as are the breakfast nooks that are just inside the condo from the garage. After we pulled into the car, I quickly hopped out of the driver's side of the car and came around to Julie's door before she had gotten herself out of the car. I intentionally left the garage door open as I circled around. She stepped out, but had left something behind inside the car, so she turned to retrieve it, and that was her tactical error. As soon as she turned her back on me, I pounced. I came up behind her and grabbed her firmly around the waist, pressing my turgid cock, straining at the seam of my pants, up against her ass. My warm breath was against her ear as my hands moved up and roughly pawed at her breasts. I nipped at her neck with my teeth as I reached down and undid her belt. I swiftly unbuttoned her pants, and unzipped her zipper. She tried to ask what I thought I was doing, but I clamped my hand against her mouth, and yanked down her pants and panties with my other hand. While my right hand was keeping Julie from speaking, my left hand went to her cunt and I slipped first one and then two fingers inside her. She was already dripping wet and ready for me. I took my hand from her mouth and pushed her forward at the waist. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my rock hard cock out, and suddenly and savagely slammed it into her drenched pussy. I grabbed her about the waist and pounded out her in long, deep thrusts as she moaned in pleasure. I took my left hand and entwined it in her hair, pulling tightly as I fucked her harder, faster, and with more ferocity with each thrust. The slapping of my hips against her round, toned ass echoed throughout the garage and Julie's screams of pleasure could be heard up and down the street. As I pulled her hair with my left hand, I used my right hand to slap her ass, bringing red marks on both her cheeks as I continuously slid my 7 inches of meat into her sopping wet love hole. Within a couple of minutes of my assault I could feel the walls of her snatch spasming around my pole and I knew she was coming for the first time this night. As she came down from the high of her orgasm, I pulled out of her and spun her around to face me. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her from her position between the interior of the car and the passenger door where she had been bent before me. As she struggled to free her feet from her pant legs and dragged her toward the front of the car. She had just gotten free of her pants when I stopped her and ordered her to remove her blouse and bra. Doe-eyed, and somewhat frightened, she complied without a word. When she had removed her garments, I dove for her milky white tits; sucking on one large nipple while I squeezed and pulled on the other. Her breath was becoming ragged again as I pulled my mouth from her nipple. I grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her onto the hood of my car. I pulled her legs apart and stepped in between. I aimed my pussy-juice slicked prick right at her snatch and slipped it in. I grabbed each of her legs and put them over my shoulders and began pounding away at her as she cried out in pleasure. I knew that the neighbors were home as I saw their lights on as we approached and knew that there was no way they couldn't be hearing our lovemaking. I stroked deep and long into her pussy, causing the hood to bend and creak with each thrust. Just as Julie was about to cum for the second time, I stopped and pulled away, leaving her begging me for me; imploring me to keep fucking her so she could cum again. I stepped away, and opened the door from the garage into the breakfast nook area. I pointed toward the inside of the house, and without a word, Julie complied with my silent command. As I followed her into my condo, I discarded my remaining clothes. Julie hopped up onto the kitchen table and spread her legs for me. I again strode between her legs and slid my pulsing cock between her red, engorged pussy lips. I hooked my arms under her thighs and with one strong tug I slammed my cock to the hilt inside her vagina. She cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I began thrusting forward with my hips and pulling her thighs toward me to get maximum penetration. Each thrust caused a loud slapping sound as our hips met, almost forcing all of the wind from Julie lungs. However, she still had enough breath to cry out "fuck me, oh fuck me harder". Her one and only command, I followed to a T. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. The slapping of our bodies, the squishing noises made as my cock slammed in and out of her juicy pussy, and her cries of mixed pain and pleasure filled the entire condo. We fucked in this position for several more minutes until I could see Julie's eyes rolling back in her head as she came for the second time, her body jerking and twitching in ecstasy. I released her legs, and sat down on the kitchen chair as she levered herself up and off of the kitchen table. She stepped over the chair and impaled herself on my shaft as I grabbed the firm, globes of her ass and pulled her breasts against my mouth. I squeezed her cheeks as she bounced up and down on my cock, all the while I sucked and nibbled at her luscious melons. Our bodies were covered in sweat and I could feel her juices dribbling down across my balls and puddling on the chair on which I sat. I could feel the telltale signs of my impending orgasm welling up inside me, but I didn't want to come inside Julie this time. I had something else entirely in mind. The next time she slid up my shaft, I pushed her up and off of me, as I stood up from the chair. I placed my hands on her shoulders and forced her to kneel in front of my hard cock, as it bobbed with the beat of my heart. Once she was positioned in front of me, I slid my cock into her waiting mouth. I grabbed the sides of her head with my hands and began thrusting in and out of her hot, wet mouth. I knew I wasn't going to last very long, but I also knew Julie was going to swallow every drop of my cum. I could hear the gurgling sounds emanating from her mouth as my prick slipped into her throat with each thrust, and I could feel her tongue lapping at the underside of my cock as I fucked her mouth. Julie began to fondle my ball sack, and I knew the moment was at hand: I squeezed her head as I pulled her against me, her nose pressing up against my hard, flat stomach, and I unleashed a torrent of cum right down her throat. She took it all in stride, milking my cock with her tongue and her hands, drinking down every drop as I collapsed back onto the kitchen seat, while Julie knelt between my legs. She looked up at me with those big, doe eyes, and with a wry grin on her face said "is that all you got?" At that moment, I knew this was just the beginning of a very long, sweaty, night of sex.