0 comments/ 78779 views/ 6 favorites My Initiation By: LadyJelli Marie stood in the shadows of the vending machine alcove in the dorm lobby. She felt depressed as she watched Tim and Lisa walk arm and arm out the main doors. She and Tim had been dating for 3 months when Lisa moved into the dorm. Within a month Tim had broken up with Marie and begun dating Lisa. Shrugging her small shoulders Marie headed back to her room. She knew she could never compete with Lisa. Marie was a small petite brunette with green eyes and Lisa was a tall willowy drop dead gorgeous blonde. As Marie entered her room, her room mate Lynn was getting ready to go out for the evening. Marie watched Lynn, at 5'7" she had a great body and a nice personality to match. Lynn turned and looked at Marie. "Wanna come along tonight?" she asked. Lynn knew Marie was still in the dumps over Tim. "I'm going out with some friends but I may not be home tonight" Lynn wriggled her eyebrows at Marie and laughed. "No thanks I need to do some studying but thanks for asking." Marie answered as she slide into the chair at her study desk. Marie knew that Lynn was gay. It didn't bother her but some of Lynn's friends were just a little too wide for Marie. "Marie," Lynn sighed. "You can't let him get to you like this. He's not worth it. You're worth 10 Lisas but he's too blind to see that." Lynn hugged Marie then left to meet her friends. Marie sat at the desk staring at her biology book for a long time then realized she hadn't absorbed a single word on the page. In frustration she snapped the book shut and let it fall on the desk. She knew the real reason for her frustration. She missed the sex she and Tim had. Her body was overriding her sensible mind and demanding some attention. Marie stood up and looked at the clock, 10pm. She looked around the room and decided just to go to bed and get some sleep. She kicked off her Keds and pulled her socks off, leaving them beside her shoes in the floor. Padding barefoot across the room she stripped out of her jeans and crawled into be in her tee shirt and panties. After laying there staring at the ceiling, Marie's mind wandered to the nights when Lisa had been out that she and Tim had made love together. Remembering how she had felt when he ran his hands over her body, Marie's hands began to wander over her tee shirt to her breasts. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations that her hands were awakening in her body. As her nipples hardened she shed the tee shirt and cupped her 34b breasts in both hands as her thumb and forefingers rubbed and twisted her hard nipples. Slowly her right hand travel over the flat plain of her belly down to the elastic of her panties. Without even a conscious thought of what she was doing she slid her fingers under the elastic of her panties to rub her pussy lips. When her fingers touched the hairless mound her legs opened wider as if on their own. She pressed her middle finger between the lips of her pussy and sighed feeling the wetness she found. Marie pressed her finger into her wet pussy then brought the wet tip of her finger to slowly circle the hardening nub of her clit. As the first warm sensations spread thru her body, Marie kicked off the covers and spread her legs wider. Slowly she continued to rub her clit and dip her finger into her pussy for lubrication. Feeling the need to be free of all her clothing she quickly raised her hips and slid her panties down her legs, letting them drop to the floor beside her bed. Sighing deeply she again let her finger find her clit as she began rubbing and pressing harder and faster. Marie felt the familiar sensation of a coiling feeling in her belly. She then used her left hand to press her finger deep into her very wet pussy while her right hand continued to massage her hard swollen clit. Soon she was moaning in small little sounds as her head turned from side to side. Feeling her orgasm approaching she inserted another finger into her pussy and fucked herself harder and faster. Her right hand still moving a finger around and over her clit. So her breath was deep and raspy as she felt her orgasm hit. "AAAAhhhhh" she moaned out loud. As her body shuddered and pulsed with her orgasm. Sighing deeply she began to relax as her orgasm subsided. Suddenly she heard a deep sigh and turning her head looked right into the eyes of Lisa, who stood staring at her. Embarrassed beyond belief Marie quickly pulled the sheet over her nude body. "Don't do that" Lynn whispered. "I thought you might be asleep so I was very quiet when I came in. You look so beautiful when your orgasm, it almost made me cum too." She giggled. Still embarrassed to her toes, Marie had a difficult time meeting Lynn's eyes. "I'm sorry you saw that. I thought you'd be gone all night" Marie stuttered. "Honey, I wouldn't have missed this for anything." Lynn whispered and let her hand rest on Marie's thigh. "You know I could make you feel better than any man could" Lynn told her. Shocked, Marie could only stare with her jaw open. In the whole 6 months that she and Lynn had been roommates Lynn had never said anything like this before. "Ummmm I don't know if I could do that." Marie finally said. Slowly Lynn slipped her hand under the sheet and onto Marie's bare thigh. "You'll never know unless you try." She whispered. While she spoke she moved her hand to the inside of Marie's thigh and inched upward till the tips of her finger were rubbing the slick wet lips of Marie's pussy. Still uncertain of what to say or do Marie just stared into Lynn's eyes. Lynn took Marie's silence as acceptance and pressed her fingers deep into her wet pussy. Feeling the warm sensations that Lynn's fingers were making her feel. Marie relaxed back and closed her eyes. Lynn flipped the sheet back and began fucking Marie's pussy with two fingers while her thumb pressed and rubbed her clit. "God your pussy is sooo wet" Lynn sighed as she felt her hand grow wet from Marie's pussy. Lynn kept up the steady movement of her fingers on Marie's pussy until she saw Marie's legs open wider and wider allowing more access to her very wet pussy. Unable to control her urge Lynn slid between Marie's legs and began to lick and tongue the wet pussy before her. At the first touch of Lynn's tongue on her pussy Marie jerked and opened her eyes. "Lynn!" she gasped but feeling that warm soft tongue move over her clit drove all inhibitions from her mind. When Lynn felt Marie relax under her mouth she began to alternate from licking her clit to sliding her tongue as deep as she could into her pussy. Soon Marie was moaning and twisting under Lynn's eager tongue. Lynn began to suck on the hard swollen nub of Marie's clit. When she did this Marie started bucking her hips against Lynn's mouth. "AAAAHHHH YEAH!" Marie said pressing her pussy up against Lynn's mouth encouraging her to suck harder on her clit. "OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO CUM" Marie called out. Hearing this Lynn pushed her hands under Marie's ass and press her pussy tighter against her mouth as she sucked and licked her clit. "OH GOD YES! I'M CUMMING!" Marie wailed as she at first stiffened then shuddered with the strength of her orgasm. Lynn continued to eat Marie thru two more mind blowing orgasms before she stopped. Marie lay panting trying to bring her breathing under control as she stared at Lynn. "I don't know what to say" she gasped. Lynn's smile widened as she said "How about 'Your turn now Lynn'?" Both woman laughed as Marie eagerly nodded her head. My Initiation I'd been looking forward to my weekend away with my friend Lee for some time now, and at long last, we were travelling to our destination. He'd not told me much about it, preferring to surprise me. I'd dozed through most of the journey, as I'm not the best passenger. I felt the car pull to a standstill, and I opened my eyes. We'd pulled up outside a country style mansion. Lee smiled nervously at me. "We're here," he said. I followed him out of the car, and in through the massive double doors. There didn't appear to be a reception area, however he already had the keys, and led me straight up the large marble staircase. I followed, amazed by the expensive furniture, carpets and chandeliers. He stopped outside one of the bedroom doors, opened the door and led me in. The room contained a 4-poster bed and an en-suite bathroom. But before I could really take in my new surroundings, a second pair of hands grabbed me from behind. I screamed as Lee took a pair of scissors to my clothes. I tried to struggle, but the other pair of hands was too strong. I could only watch helplessly as my clothes were ripped from me, no one paying any attention to the screaming. "The master wants her on a collar and leash, hands cuffed behind her back," said the voice behind me. Lee just nodded, and now that I stood naked, he went into the bathroom and returned with what looked like a leather collar and chain, and a pair of leather handcuffs. "What the hell are you bastards doing to me?" I screamed as Lee fastened the collar tightly around my neck. He still said nothing, merely reached behind me and cuffed my hands together. The second guy let go of me, came and took the leash from Lee. "Report to the servants quarters and put your uniform on" the guy ordered Lee, who just nodded and left. I was speechless to see this other guy naked. "Right, slave girl, your master wants to see his latest purchase," he said, and pulled me along by the leash. I didn't exactly co-operate, until I discovered I either had to follow or be strangled. "What are you sick and twisted bastards wanting from me?" I yelled, as he dragged me into another room. You stood awaiting us. "Ah, my latest acquisition. Welcome, slut" you greeted me. I was stunned into silence. I'd met you before. You'd been my recruitment specialist when I'd been looking to change jobs several months prior. "James?" I asked, incredulously. The guy leading me looked black as thunder. "Not a word, Simon," you stopped him. "I'll do the initiating, not you," you added. "You will no longer call me James. You will call me master" you smiled, taking the leash from the guy. "Prepare the examination table," you ordered him. The guy bowed, and left the room. You sat down, and in doing so pulled me to my knees. A few minutes later, the guy reappeared. "Excellent" you smiled, getting up and pulling me with you. I was led into what appeared to be a doctor's surgery, and made to lie on the examining couch. You and the guy spread my legs wide apart and chained them to the table. I was then uncuffed and my arms fastened down. You also chained the collar down on the bed, so I couldn't move. "Help" I screamed, in pure terror. "You may leave," you ordered. The guy bowed, and left. You then turned your attention to me. "Now, slut, time for me to get to know you a little better," you smiled. You placed a blindfold over my eyes and I yelled in terror. "Please, what are you going to do to me?" I begged. "You're going to submit to me, so I can help you," you replied. "I just want to go home," I cried. "This is now your home. Speak again without being spoken to, and I'll start punishing you" you snapped. In terror, I quietened down. I felt your hands move down my neck, and you started to tease my nipples with your hands. I moaned in delight, then immediately regretted it. "See slut, your master knows what's good for his little slave girl" you whispered. I felt a tear running down my face, and you gently licked it up. I felt your tongue lick my nipple, and almost at that instant, I felt wet between my legs. "No" I whispered, almost inaudibly. It was not quietly enough, as I felt you remove your hands from my body. "What did you say, slut?" you bellowed. I said nothing, terrified. "Speak slut. I asked you a question," you yelled at me. "I said no," I cried back, tears falling down my face again. "Dear me. You've some spirit, my slut, but I will break it. You will submit to me. You'll feel like a dirty whore, but you will do it," you said. I screamed in pleasure as I felt an ice cube on my breast, and I felt the wetness between my legs grow. "That's a good slut. You warm yourself up with your pussy juice," you said, playing with the other nipple. I screamed, as I felt an orgasm coming. "Cum for your master," you whispered, as I came, screaming loudly. I wasn't entirely sure why, but this was the most major orgasm I'd ever experienced. As I lay there, trying to regain my composure, I felt your fingers brush the outside of my pussy. Dirty though I felt, I knew I had to have at least your fingers fucking me. "Beg," you commanded. I squirmed as far as I could, trying to get your fingers inside me, but to no avail. I couldn't help myself. "Please" I begged. "Who are you begging, and what for?" you asked, continuing to make your fingers felt. Then, before I could stop myself, it came out in a rush. "Please master, fuck me," I begged. I could almost hear your triumphant grin. Then came the sound of a zip being pulled down. I suddenly realised what I'd said. Before I could correct myself, I felt you ramming through my virgin barrier. I was shocked to feel how good it felt. You began riding me, and I screamed in delight as I came again and again. Once you'd finished cumming, you pulled out and removed my blindfold. "Now, the final part to your submissive rite," you smiled, poking at my lips with your cock. "Remember, good sluts get rewarded. Bad sluts get punished," you whispered. I opened my mouth and accepted your cock, tasting our juices mixed together. I began licking and sucking lightly and gently, til I felt you cumming again. You let the first run into my mouth, and then pulled out, covering my face, hair and tits with it. "Clean it, slut" you ordered. I did as I was told, then you rubbed your cum into me. "Laura" you yelled. Another slave girl came in. "Take her, clean her, and have her in my private quarters in an hour," you ordered. She bowed, came over and started to untie me. You gave me a peck on the head. "Welcome once again" you whispered, and disappeared. My Initiation Chapter 1 She was ambling slowly through the mall gazing in shop windows. A stunningly beautiful brunette wearing dark stockings over long shapely legs, a white cotton blouse decorated with delicate embroidery and a beige skirt that seemed to hug the hips then flair out at the knees. Unable to help myself, I stared openly at her legs beneath the skirt, the shape of her gorgeous body, letting my eyes roam up to her small, but perfect breasts, and up to her beautiful face. And there I lingered drinking in the beauty. I'm a face person. There are leg men, breast men and bottom men but I look at the face. A beautiful face always attracts me first. Especially the eyes. And she had eyes that caused the pulse to leap and the heart to flutter. Dark and sultry. Come to bed eyes. Somehow, I thought she looked familiar. Hadn't I seen her somewhere before? She must have felt my gaze on her, because she stopped and looked right at me. Those beautiful eyes opened wide and her hand flew up to her mouth, the colour draining from her face. She turned on her heel and almost ran out of the mall doors. I caught sight, with a small thrill, the flash of white lace below her skirt and thought I saw the distinct outline of a thong through the thin material of her skirt as she disappeared. I took a deep breath. Did I know her? I didn't think so but I'd certainly seen her somewhere before. Strange reaction too. Perhaps it was someone else she had seen. I looked around and mentally shrugged then continued my window shopping trip. I was sitting in my office on Monday morning when there was a knock on the door and Mike Davis poked his head in. "Steve, got a minute?" he said. "Sure Mike, come on in" I replied. He worked in another department but I'd seen him around the corridors. We were only really on nodding terms. He stepped in and slowly walked over to my desk. I looked at him closely. He looked awful. "Hey Mike" I said "What's up. You look terrible" He sat down opposite and looked into his lap. "It's about Saturday," he mumbled. I searched my memory for what he could be talking about. "Saturday? What happened Saturday? I said. Had someone in his family died? Been robbed? House burned down? "In the mall - Saturday morning. When you saw me." he said as he looked up. I was sure I hadn't seen him but while pondering this he said "You were looking right at me." "Mike I don't know wh ..." I started "I just wanted to ask you not to say anything to anyone. I'd be finished here if it got out. Everybody would laugh" he said. "Mike, what are you talking about?" Then it hit me. The girl with the beautiful eyes. That familar face. "That was y..?" "You know it was. You were staring at me with your mouth open" he exclaimed "Why do you think I ran?" He looked thoroughly miserable. His fingers were screwing the end of his tie into a ball. "Mike, I never realised it was you." I said "I just was admiring a good looking girl. I always stare at good looking girls." Pausing, I said "You mean you dress up in...in.." "Yes!" he said "Don't piss me about Mike. You knew it was me." I looked at him.. Yes it was. The eyes of course. That's how I'd thought I recognised him. I smiled. "Mike." I said calm down. Have a coffee" I got up and went to my coffee machine, my mind in a whirl. How could this wreck of a man sitting in my office chair be that wonderful girl in the Mall? I took his coffee over to him and sat on the desk facing him. "First" I said "I have no intention telling anyone. That's not my style. Second, I thought I recognised your face but dismissed it as a mistake. Third, I thought I was looking at a beautiful girl, so I stared. Was that really you?... Wow" I smiled. He looked at me, searching my face for the truth "You're not kidding are you?" he pleaded " "Scout's honour" I said saluting him "If you hadn't come in here confessing, I wouldn't have made the connection. You would have fooled anyone." "I didn't go out to fool anyone" he said "Sorry" I said "Perhaps enchanted would be a better word." I smiled He looked a lot better now. The colour was returning to his cheeks. He smiled back. "It was my first time out of the house y'know" he said "I've always been too scared to venture out dressed... in.. you know" There was an awkward silence while I searched for a line. The guy was clearly upset. "How long have you been err.. dressing in.. err" I said lamely. He hesitated, perhaps wondering if he could trust me. "Ever since I was young. "he said quietly. "I've always had a 'thing' about women's clothing" he sighed "but I've only been fully dressing for about 6 months. I've always kept in my house but on Saturday I really wanted to go out. To see if I could look like a real woman" "Well Mike.. You certainly succeeded. You looked one hundred percent woman to me." I said. It wasn't a lie. I had thought I was looking at a stunning girl. Somehow, the idea now disturbed me, but in an mildly erotic way. The change was miraculous. He seemed to grow in his chair. The worry lines faded and he grinned back at me. "You're not kidding are you. I was so worried that I would come in today hearing lewd comments and people giggling. The idiots in my department are always talking about somebody and I thought if it got out.." "I wouldn't do that Mike" I said seriously "I'm not like that." My own life wasn't too squeaky clean since my wife had left me - Internet porn, late night chat rooms, cybersex etc. loneliness and a lack of sexual satisfaction can do funny things so who was I to criticise? And to be honest, I was fascinated by he thought of a man dressing in female clothing. I had always found women more attractive in clothing than out of it. When you've seen one shaved twat you've seen 'em all and breasts were usually the same shape. But a girl dressed in really expensive clothing – and especially underwear was, for me, a real delight. "Thanks Steve" he said gratefully "Anything I can do for you..." "Nonsense pal." I said "But I'd check my fingernails before coming into work if I were you." I looked at his hands He looked down and saw a speck of red nail varnish on his little finger. We both laughed and he got up and went to the door, scratching at the red mark. "Thanks for being so understanding. I feel a lot better now." he said "Don't mention it" I said "Oh and Mike" he paused looking at me warily, "You really were stunningly beautiful" He blushed and grinned but at the same time gave me a curious look . And disappeared closing the door. Chapter 2 I saw a fair bit of Mike over the next few weeks. We'd stop and chat in the corridors, he'd pop into the office for a coffee occasionally and although he was in a different department, always seemed to be around. I liked this. He was a good laugh but I never forgot that beautiful girl with the 'knock-out' eyes. One Friday night he popped his head into my door and said "There's a few of us going to the pub after work. Wanna come?" I thought it over. I hadn't been out for three years and I suppose I was stuck in a bit of a social rut. Socialising wasn't my way of enjoying myself anymore. "No thanks Mike. I got loads to d..." "Oh please Steve. I'd really like your company. Most of them are real pratts and I need a mate." He looked desperate and he called me a 'mate'. I was touched. I had no 'mates'. No friends at all really and if he considered me a 'mate' then a mate I would like to be. I laughed "OK then but only for an hour" "Great" he said, his face breaking into a grin "See you at five." and slammed the door. He was right. They were pratts. Wannabe yuppies. Telling tales about their workmates.. 'so and so was dating'.. 'somebody in purchase was purported to be gay' - the head of sales was shagging the general manager's wife... All they could talk about were other people's secrets. It was all complete bollocks. Mike looked at me, his eyebrows raised and murmured quietly, "You see what would have happened if they'd found out? I'd have been crucified." I nodded. "You work with this lot?" I murmured "They're morons" "I know" he said out of the corner of his mouth. "I get this all day. That's why you're here. Moral support." He grinned. "No-one's spoken to me yet" I protested. "Count yourself lucky." he laughed. "Join in if you want" I smiled at the challenge and thought about it for a few minutes 'OK' I thought 'go for it!' "You know Shirley in asset maintenance control is a lesbian" I said loudly. The group were shocked into silence. "She's been seen with several women." I said. "Been taking them home for weekends. I understand she likes.." I whispered "leather and warm custard" I had them. They were riveted and the silence was complete. A thin gawky girl put her hand to her mouth and looked horrified but excited. "Really" she exclaimed breathlessly. "What does she do with the custard?" I cupped my hand round my mouth and whispered "Goes inside the leather. Feels wonderful I'm told. Instant orgasm. Try it" They broke into frenzied chatter, "I wouldn't have thought it"... "Is she the blonde" ... "She seemed a nice girl"... "Custard?".. and so on. "Who's Shirley and where the hell is asset maintenance control?" said Mike, an amused look on his face. "Dunno" I said "just made it up." I think it was one of those moments that cements a friendship. We laughed till our sides were aching. Tears rolled down our cheeks and the pain in the diaphragm lasted into the next day. "That's why I asked you to come" he spluttered "You saved my life tonight" He slowly stopped smiling "It's getting to be a habit " he said softly. I looked into his eyes and saw the girl again. "Aww knock it off" I said "haven't had so much fun for years" "How many years?" he asked quietly. "Come on" I said and grabbing my glass headed for the bar. We found a couple of stools at a quiet end of the bar and ordered another drink. "Lots of years" I grimaced and took a sip. "That sounds like a long story" he said quietly. "Not really" I said "Wife left. Stopped going out. Got into a rut. My entertainment is the internet and .." I thought for a moment. "The internet I suppose. The more seedy side." I confessed. As the evening progressed our voices had tuned down to 'very soft' and as far as I was concerned, there were only the two of us in the bar. The 'Yuppie morons' sounded like distant seagulls chasing a fishing boat. To me, they ceased to exist! I told him of my sour marriage and my loneliness. I thought Mike was lonely with his 'hobby'.. I felt I could talk to him. He had shared a secret with me and I felt safe pouring my heart out to him. He told me of his childhood. How he was an only child brought up by his mother, how he could never talk to girls. The tangled tongue syndrome! "I'm not gay" he said. "I like looking at women as much as any man but my brain refuses to control my tongue." Perhaps that's why I.." "Shhh" I said as one of the spotty youths came over. All the others ad left and he looked as if he wanted to join us. "Isn't it your bedtime? Mum will be worrying" I said coldly He looked at his enormous sports watch hanging loosely on his skinny wrist. "Oh err... It's time I was going. Bye. See you Monday" And almost ran out of the bar. Mike broke into hysterics. "Oh bastard. " He said "he was one of the better ones." "Tell him he's in bad company" I laughed. I looked at my own watch. Ten O'clock. Mike and I had been quietly chatting for 4 hours. I couldn't believe it. However the quiet mood had been broken. We stayed another hour just talking men things. It turned out we shared a love of music, books, wildlife, scenery.. a hatred of politics, football and in that hour, we - sort of - laid down a trusting friendship. We went for a curry afterwards and when I finally got home I felt as if a breath of fresh air had blown through my life. I had been out, made a friend and thoroughly enjoyed myself. We met quite often after that. We'd go out for a few drinks and stop off for a late night meal and usually end up at one of our houses for a nightcap. He was, now, totally unashamed of his cross-dressing and we discussed it a lot. He tried to explain what he got out of it. "I always felt I should have been born a girl. It's the feeling of being beautiful" he explained one night. "At first it was just feel of the clothes.. the softness of female lingerie against my body that excited me but as time went on and I experimented with wigs and makeup, I realised I could look nice as a woman." I thought nice was a bit of an understatement. The girl I'd seen had been nothing short of stunning. "I spent months getting the right makeup for my skin tone. I search loads of sights on the internet for cosmetics and read all I could on how to do it. The clothes were easy." He shrugged "I know what I like to see a woman wearing and just tried to match my figure to that." "Ah the dreaded Internet" I said "You either love it or hate it but it'll find whatever you want." "Did you find that you wanted on the internet?" he asked seriously. I looked and felt uncomfortable. "An attempt at relief from loneliness I suppose, which didn't work. Some sexual release – in the form of porn sites... Sex chat rooms, that sort of thing. God but here are some really strange people on there. I think I was becoming one of them too. Do you know I sometimes went on pretending to be a woman just for cyber. So you may be saving me too" I said seriously. I didn't mention that my surfing, since we had become friends, had included Transvestite and Transformation sites. Most of the exhibits I had seen – the so called 'chicks with dicks' looked obnoxious to me. Huge oversized breasts, thick plaster makeup, and dicks to frighten a donkey. Their clothing was always garish, extravagant, pretend lingerie. Usually a tight Basque in red and black or lime green and orange and they always looked so fierce! Often, they had their dick up another's ass and both were smiling at the camera, as if in ecstasy. There had also been the 'real' transsexuals. Men who felt as Mike had been talking about. Who didn't dress for sex but for a change. Who had feminine feelings and needed to express them. I never saw any as physically attractive as Mike had been though. Secretly, I wanted to see the girl again. Somehow I couldn't ask Mike to dress up for me. Mike was a mate and I wanted to keep it that way. I was also worried he might take it the wrong way and think I wanted to see a freak show. I could see that girl every night in Mike's eyes. It was slowly driving me bonkers. Chapter 3 So I devised a plan. I booked a table at a posh Italian restaurant in a nearby town. One where we wouldn't be known. I didn't think he'd want to be seen locally. Then I rang Mike one Saturday morning. "Hi Mike, It's Steve" I said when he picked up the phone. "Morning mate" he said. We'd only parted in the small hours of the previous night and he sounded sleepy. "Look Mike. I need a favour." I began hesitantly. "Sure, what can I do for you?" "It's about Michelle. I've been wanting to take her out for ages and I've booked a table at the Valle Dora in Ludley tonight." I said with a rush. "And I'd really like to take Michelle out for dinner but I'm a bit shy." My words were tumbling out now, "Can you ask her for me?" There was silence on the end of the phone. "Mike? You there? " I asked. "You want to take err.. Michelle out for dinner?" he said hesitantly. "Yeah – that's right. It's a lovely restaurant and I wondered if you could ask her for me. I've been wanting to take her out for ages" I was repeating myself now and babbling. Beads of sweat stood out on my brow. My hands were shaking. How would Mike take this? "I'd ask her myself but err.. well I never see her." I babbled. Then Mike caught on. "You sure Steve?" he asked "Yeah err – I've booked a table and err.. please ask her Mike" I pleaded. "I'm certain she'd be delighted" Mike replied. There was worry in his voice. "Ah that's great – Thanks Mike – Tell her I'll pick her up at eight. Bye." I slammed down the phone before my nerve broke and sat on the sofa. "Wow" I said and grinned to myself. OK, I had all day to get myself ready. I felt like a kid on his first date. First I went to buy some new clothes. The lot. I hadn't bought anything for myself since my wife left. All my clothes all had that 'lived in' look. Then a haircut. By seven I was feeling and looking pretty snappy. An hour to go. I paced nervously. Would Mike be on the doorstep or Michelle, the name I had christened her. I'd be disappointed if Mike appeared. As much as I liked him, I wanted to see the girl again. That fleeting glimpse of Michelle had completely captivated me. I needn't have worried. When the door opened, Michelle stood wearing a stunning pale blue Chiffon layered dress. I was unable to breathe. She looked even more beautiful close up, dark, long hair, small gold earrings and a matching necklace. She looked a bit nervous, I thought as she stood with her hands clasped in front of her. I must have been gaping with my mouth open because she smiled and said "Don't you know it's rude to stare Steve?" "I – I'm sorry" I stammered "You're even more beautiful than I remembered." And she was. The dress showed her figure to its best and the dark coloured stockings revealed long, shapely legs. This wasn't a man! It was a beautiful woman. I was speechless. She blushed and looked down. "Really" I said you're a knockout" We drove to the restaurant and at no time did I feel as though I was here with a man dressed as a woman. She was completely feminine, sexy and self assured. The conversation was a bit awkward at first but soon warmed up and I found that it became easy to chat to her about a range of subjects. The conversation was completely different to the talks Mike and I had engaged in. Mike never entered my head the entire evening. Afterwards I drove her home and she asked me in for a coffee. It was an odd feeling. This house I'd been to so many times with Mike and now I was here with Michelle. All trace of Mike had gone though. There was a delicious smell of perfume, the lights were low and she put some soft jazz on I'd never heard before. We sat on the sofa and sipped our coffee. "Thank you for a lovely meal" she said "I haven't been out before in the evenings." She hesitated. "Why did you ask me?" "I've wanted to meet you ever since I saw you in the mall." I replied shyly "But you know what I am don't you?" She said an amused look on her face, head cocked to one side. "Of course" I said "I also know you are extremely beautiful, good company and very, very feminine" She smiled blushing again. "And you don't find that strange?" she said "Let me put it this way. I am a man dressed as a woman. Here, I live as a woman and at work, I live as a man. Doesn't that worry you". I felt I was being tested. I thought a few moments. "No. "I said. "At work you are Mike, my friend. "Here, you are Michelle, A beautiful woman. Here, You don't behave like Mike, you don't look like Mike and you are a girl I have wanted to meet since I saw you. She blushed again. It was late when I left her house with a promise of another evening out the following Friday. That night, I pondered over our date. I knew it was Mike dressed up yet I also knew it wasn't. Her whole manner was different. There were no jokes, moments of loud laughter girl watching. At her house, the music and atmosphere was different. I was in a girl's house. I looked forward to our next meeting and for some reason was sorry that I might not go out with Mike again. "I hope he doesn't mind too much" I said to myself with a laugh. My Initiation Chapter 4 Monday morning, Mike dropped by for morning coffee. "So how was your weekend" he said with a grin. "Terrific" I said "and yours?" "The best. Never had a better time. How was Michelle?" I could tell he wanted my 'morning after' impressions "Mind your own business" I laughed "seriously though, she was amazing." I looked at his eyes. The only giveaway. Yes they were the same. No eye shadow or other makeup of course but definitely Michelle's. They could have been brother and sister. "That about sums up how she felt" he said "And wanted to thank you." "Thank me?" I said "I'm the one who should be thanking her for a lovely evening." The following Friday was just as exciting. Her taste in clothes was remarkable. This time she wore a simple, pale green skirt coming to just above the knee with a short split up the side which revealed an enticing, white lacy slip. Her white v-neck blouse showed just enough of the top of the slip to stop the heart. I stayed later than ever that night at her house. Our conversations were becoming more intimate and the time just disappeared. Then one Friday night, our conversations took on a new turn. She asked me what I liked to see in a woman and what did I like to look at on the internet. I told her that internet porn was boring. When you've seen one or two frenzied sessions, you've seen hem all. The girls were always big chested, shaven tarts and had all the allure of a store mannequin. I told her I liked to see women with at least some clothes on. Usually underwear, I'd said blushing, but there's nothing nicer than seeing good legs beneath a miniskirt or pretty panties. A camisole top covering small neat breasts was much more of a turn-on than bare breasts. The outline of a thong under tight clothing would leave me panting. She seemed very interested in this and kept up the questions of my feminine preferences. "Have you ever tried any female underwear on?" she asked. "It's something that never occurred to me" I answered with surprise. "I've never really had any contact with lingerie. My wife had a white cotton panty fetish and never owned a suspender belt or stockings. She wore jersey pyjamas to bed and tights the rest of the time." Michelle laughed. "You poor thing. You seem to like looking at it though." I did too. I had browsed a lot of the online catalogues thinking I was looking at the models but was I really? "Yes I do." I said. "It always seems something taboo for men. I used to go shopping with my wife and if she went anywhere near a lingerie section, I would feel slightly embarrassed. You could see all the other husbands looking around at anything but the underclothes, as if to say 'I'm not really looking at these panties and bras'. Silly really" I felt this was leading somewhere but I had no idea where. I found out later. As I was leaving, she handed me a small parcel saying "A present for you. For all the lovely nights out I've had." I started to open it but she covered my hand saying "Not till you get home. Now go. It's late." She emphasised this with a squeeze and a lovely smile that set my heart eating. I wanted to kiss her and, even more, to stay the night. It was becoming more difficult to remember who I was with. Reaching home, I stripped off and headed for the shower. It was almost three and I was tired. A long day at work followed by a long, but enjoyable, evening. On returning I climbed into bed and reached for the light. The parcel was lying where I'd left it on the chair. Curious, I climbed back out and picked it up. It was very light and tied with gold ribbon. I opened it up and looked inside. The contents made me gasp and I felt I had to sit down. Inside were some exquisite, lacy items of women's underwear. On top lay a silky pair of French knickers. Cream, with a fine lacework around the legs and a delicate bow. I lifted them out and held them up. They were beautiful. I ran them through my fingers. The sensation was fantastic. They had a life of their own – seeming to want to slip through my hands. I put them on the bed beside me and looked at the next item. It was a matching camisole top. The same lacework and bow. For some reason my hands were shaking. Putting this beside the panties, I looked at the last items. They were a pair of sheer dark stockings. They were stay-ups with beautiful lace tops. As they fell across my knees There was no weight to them just a gossamer touch. I felt an electric charge in the pit of my stomach. I was breathing faster and starting to get an erection. Should I try them on? No-one could see or would know that I had tried women's underwear. I slipped one of the stockings over my foot marvelling at the sudden smoothing out of my skin. I drew it further up and over my knee. Being fair haired, there was no sign of hairy legs. Just a smooth, slightly shiny leg. I pulled it all the way up and adjusted the lace band round my thigh. It was as though all my nerve endings had come to the surface at once. I could feel air sitting on my thigh. I moved my toes and the material rippled across them. I pointed my foot and the slight stretch travelled all the way up. It was fantastic. I moaned and hurriedly put the other one on. I now had so many stimulating nerves needing attention, I didn't know where to touch or stroke. I looked at the panties. Then making up my mind I lay them across my lap. They were so cool. I put them over my feet and slowly drew them up my legs. I had an erection now and containing it in these fine panties was difficult but moving it about only caused more friction than I could stand. I finally got them settled and reached for the camisole. I slipped it over my head and drew it down. It just came to my hips – cool, soft and incredibly sexy. My hands were just wandering over my silken body now, testing every feeling, enjoying the beautiful clothes as I looked down. My body looked pretty apart from the tent in front. I opened the wardrobe door to have a look in the mirror and was instantly disappointed. My man's head on top of women's underwear. I looked just like all those cross dressers I'd seen on the internet. Men dressed up in girlie clothes with a hard on. I looked stupid. It was such a same to put these beautiful clothes on a man's body. My erection slowly subsided. I went back to the bed and sat down. Now that I had seen myself, looking down at the flimsy lace and nylon didn't seem so erotic. I undressed carefully and folded them back in the box. I would return these to her and ask her to wear them for me. I woke early Saturday morning after a restless night. Dreams of being in the office dressed in just ladies underwear haunted me. No-one had seemed to notice but I kept trying to hide behind the desk in case they saw what I was wearing. At ten o'clock the phone rang. It was Michelle. "Good morning Steve" she said gaily "Michele" I said warmly "I was just getting up." The lie escaped all on its own. "I hope I didn't wake you" she said "only I been worried I might have offended you with my present." "Of course you didn't offend me" I said quickly "They were beautiful." "Oh good it's just that ... well making a pasta tonight and I wondered if you'd like to help me eat it" I felt a thrill. "Hey sure" I replied "I'll bring the wine." "Great "she said "About five then?" "Five? " I queried "Isn't that a little early for dinner?" "Of course not. It'll make a nice long evening." She laughed. We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone. Chapter 5 I arrived at her door promptly at five clutching a bag with two bottles of wine and the parcel. "Steve" she smiled widely "I'm so glad you came." She reached out and pulled my arm in through the door. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world." I grinned. "Not every day I get asked to dinner by a beautiful lady. She closed the door behind me and I passed her the bag. "I err... brought your gift. " I said lamely "They would look much prettier on you. Please don't be offended. "Of course not " she said taking the bag "come on." I followed her into the lounge and sat down on the sofa. She opened a bottle of the wine and brought me a glass. I'd made a good choice – It was excellent. She sat down beside me with her legs tucked up and looked at me very sexily over her glass. "What did you really think of the lingerie?" she said quietly I looked back uncomfortably. There was to be no lie here. "I thought they were exquisite. "I answered "I've never seen such beautiful clothes. So soft and silky. "My mind thought back to my first impression. "How the stockings just seem to have a life of their own. And the fineness of the panties, So smooth and silky. Nothing like my own underwear." My voice had fallen to a near whisper as I described how I felt as I touched them. "Did you try them on? " She said in the same sexy voice. Ah. The question I had been dreading. If I lied now she would know and we could be finished. "Yes" I said and looked into her eyes. There was a slight smile on her face, but not a mocking expression - more triumphal I thought later. "And how did they feel?" "Amazing" I said "They were heaven." I described the feelings I'd experienced. There was no embarrassment now. We both knew what had happened. She must feel it every time she got dressed. "Then I looked in a mirror. "I sighed "And saw a man dressed in women's underwear. I looked like those pictures you see on the internet. Usually in red or black panties with a cock pointing out, a grubby slip stretched over a fat stomach. You know the men with their heads missing." I smiled sheepishly. "I decided I couldn't let anyone see me like that and I looked awful. Not err.. pretty as I expected." Michelle was nodding slowly. "I know Steve" she said quietly. "I've been there." "No but you're stunning. "I exclaimed "You're a knockout. Take it from a man who has splendid taste in girls." "At first I was just one of your 'Internet headless wonders' she said "but I knew I could do something about that. It took a while though" she admitted with a smile. I nodded blushing. I had forgotten for a while there. "I'm sorry Michelle. I didn't mean.." "I know that " she interrupted. "Will you do something for me though" "I'll try "I said anxious to make up for my blunder. "Let me dress you" she said quietly "Complete. All bells and whistles. Let me show you how you can look if it's done properly." She was speaking fast now. Not letting me interrupt. "I. err.. " I stammered "If you don't like the result or what I'm doing we can forget it forever" I thought for a moment. She took my empty glass, got up and went over to the bottle of wine. As she was filling the glasses my mind was doing some fast thinking. I had enjoyed wearing the clothes. I did want to experience the feelings again and as long as only Michelle saw me, what was the harm? "Ok" I replied "I am yours for the night to do as you will, My Lady "I stood up and bowed dramatically. She gave me my glass and I took a large gulp. She giggled, nearly spilling her own wine. Come on then she said and walked towards the bedroom. "What right now?" I asked She looked back. "Mine for the evening. Remember?" she laughed. I sighed and followed her. I'd never been into her bedroom before and was surprised how tidy and feminine it looked. A massive king size bed covered with an ivory bedspread, decorated with pale, pink roses and green vines stood in the middle of one wall flanked by two neat bedside cabinets. Wardrobes covered one side of the room and a large vanity unit sat against the other. The curtains matched the bedspread and were, thankfully heavy and, more importantly, closed. "Ok, clothes off" she said without turning and started fishing about in the dresser drawers. I hadn't banked on that but it made sense so I took my shirt off and stepped out of my trousers and stood in my boxers waiting. She turned round holding out a suspender belt on one finger. I don't think his will go with them" she said and smiled. "Oh... no... of course. "I said. And slipped them down. This was a first for me, not being accustomed to standing naked in front of anyone. I took the belt and she turned around to the drawers for more clothes. Eventually I figured it out and fastened it around my waist. It was pure white and made of some fine, wide, shiny lace with pale blue embroidery running through. The straps ticked my thighs enticingly. She handed me a pair of honey coloured stockings and I sat on the edge of the bed to put them on. The feeling was again, exquisite and I felt the beginnings of an erection. I clipped them to the suspenders and a pair of the most beautiful panties floated into view. They were high cut lace and matched the belt perfectly. I stood up and felt the stockings pull slightly. She handed me a matching bra and showed me how to put it on backwards round my waist and slide it up to my non existent breasts. I looked down at myself, disappointed, as if I should have magically grown something to fill the bra. "Head up." Michelle demanded and she slipped two breast shapes into the cups. She handed me a white satin camisole top which I slid over my head and new breasts followed by a soft, silky waist slip. The hem was all lace and my erection finally made it to the vertical. The combination of soft, silky and totally erotic materials caressing my body were nearly too much. I managed to control myself with sheer willpower. "It should really have been a full slip but I've only got one and I'm wearing it." She said and lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal a similar lacy frill. "Sit down here please "she said and indicated a chair beside to vanity unit I carefully moved over to it and sat down facing the bed where she sat with a variety of cosmetics laid out beside her. I followed her instructions, closing or opening my eyes as requested – studying her beautiful eyes when I could. After what seemed an age, she smiled approvingly and went to the wardrobe coming back with a long blonde wig. She fitted it and teased a few hairs into place with a brush. While I fiddled with the fine material of my clothing and looked at my heavenly new shape she went to the wardrobe and returned with a pale green chiffon dress. It was multi layered and looked stunning. I stepped into it and ran my hands down my breasts as she zipped it up. Handing me some low, white sandals she stepped back and covered her mouth, her eyes wide. "Oh God...You are beautiful." She gasped "Much more than I expected." I twirled on my heels and the dress billowed out, creating a delicious draught on my thighs. "Go into the bathroom and look "she said "there some full length mirrors. Walk slowly in those shoes." She seemed breathless. They weren't very high heels but they were narrow and tricky to walk in. Every step pulled or caressed some part of my body. The straps across my shoulders, the suspenders pulling at my thighs, the hem of the skirt flicking against my calves... It was a long delicious journey. I reached the bathroom and went in closing the door behind me. The full length mirror was covered with a towel and I realised, that all the mirrors had been covered. I smiled. This had all been planned long before I arrived. I reached up and took the towel down. There stood a beautiful blonde girl staring back at me. She was stunning. I couldn't believe it. Instead of the pancake makeup I had expected, this was light and barely noticeable. A hint of eye shadow, faint eyeliner and she'd done something wonderful with blusher. I looked young and the shape of my face was changed. My eyebrows had been subtly moved and my lips were just the palest rose colour. I stepped back and looked at my body. I was a different shape. Curvy, sensual. Nice small breasts. I twisted round to look at the back and noticed another mirror covered behind me. I took down the towel and looked at the reflection from the mirror behind. Shapely and very sexy. I lifted the hem of my skirt and gazed at the sticking tops framed with the lacy slip. I lifted it higher and my panties came into view. Dropping the dress, I touched my hair. It felt soft and luxurious. I must have been ages stroking the materials and admiring myself - there was a soft knock on the door and Michelle said, "are you OK in there?" I woke as from a dream and called "uh... sure. Come in." "You like?" She asked "It's incredible... What you've done" I said. " "Come and have a drink and we'll eat." She walked out and I followed slowly, savouring each step. There was no question of taking it all off before dinner. Wild dogs couldn't have torn it off me. My appetite didn't do the lovely meal justice. I felt strange and had trouble stopping myself looking down at my body and touching my legs and body. After dinner we went into the lounge and with a glass of wine, sat on the deep sofa. "You should keep your legs together when you sit down" she said, her eyes sparkling "It's more ladylike." I snapped my knees closed and sat looking at my hands. Finally I asked "Well, have you achieved your goal?" "My goal?" she said with eyebrows raised. "You asked my if I'd do you're a favour and dress up for you" I smiled. "In that case, yes." "Why did you want me like his" I asked. "Well... you've been asking me what it felt like, why do I want to be feminine and all sorts of questions about cross dressing for weeks now. So I wanted you to find out for yourself. "She replied. "I don't feel like a woman" I said "But do you feel good?" she gave me a sexy smile. I blushed. "I feel ... terrific" I said grinning. "But, how do you feel?" She persisted. "Sexy, beautiful, erotic. I feel like I don't ever want to take it all off." I said quietly "Then you understand some of what I feel" she said. "The erotic feeling of dressing in underwear wears off after a while but the feeling of being beautiful doesn't. When I am living as a woman, I am alive and feel sexy. When you dated me for the first time, I felt wanted and admired. It was the highest compliment anyone could have paid me." I nodded and took a sip of my drink. I knew Mike wasn't gay. We'd looked at women they way men have been 'checking out the talent' for generations. He'd never made any advances toward me, in fact the opposite. While I had wanted to sleep with her after 'late night coffee', We had always said goodnight the way friends do. "Is that the only reason you asked me to dress? Because I showed an interest?" I asked. "No." she looked guilty. "I saw I could make you beautiful. You have very sensual eyes, a lovely shaped face. You have a good figure and ..." She got up and poured another drink. We were on the malt whiskies now and both of us were in a confessional mood. "And?" I smiled at her, accepting the glass. "And I can't answer that at the moment." She said. "OK. Interrogation over. I'm sorry Michelle. This is a bit of a culture shock for me. I have never worn women's clothing before and I'm finding out I may have missed something in life. Cross dressing has always seemed to be a fetish – like bondage or whipping. It's just something that's never crossed my path before. And here I am enjoying it." "I think you need to sleep on it." she said jumping up "It's late and you have drunk too much to drive home. I've made up the spare room for you. " Yes, I was tired the combination of excitement and drink had drained me. She led me to the spare room and hugged me as I entered. "I'll unzip you" she sad smiling into my face "And I'll do you" I said. Not sure if she would catch the double entendre. "Judging by her expression she did! She turned and I unzipped her dress and, sliding her hair to one side, kissed the nape of her neck. My Initiation "Good night" she said saucily and headed to her bedroom. I closed the door behind me and sat in front of the vanity unit. I felt and looked wonderful in these clothes. I lowered the dress from my shoulders and traced the outline of my breasts through the camisole. Standing up, I let the dress slip to the floor and lowered the slip. Standing in just the underwear was so exciting. I didn't look odd at all. I stroked myself through the flimsy material of the panties, instantly reviving my erection and only force of will made me stop before I climaxed into the clothing. I was determined not to masturbate here. Maybe at home, but somehow it felt all wrong in Michelle's house. I undressed and folded all the clothes before going into the en-suite bathroom to wash the makeup off. She had left a long black nightgown on the pillow but I was frustrated enough so after a quick examination, I put it on the other pillow and climbed into bed. I lay awake tossing and turning and still feeling the stockings, panties and slip against my body. I finally got to sleep just as it was starting to get light. And therefore, felt awful the next day. I climbed out of bed and headed for the shower, glancing longingly at the pile of frothy lingerie stacked on the chair. I dressed in my own clothes and went to the kitchen where Michelle was pouring coffee. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" she asked with a smile although I detected a hint of disappointment briefly in her eyes. "Morning" I said "not too good. Strange bed" "Ah" she nodded knowingly "Coffee?" I took the cup and sipped looking at the table. "Not feeling to bright this morning? She enquired I smiled "No I feel fine – honest" Which is another way of saying 'I don't feel fine'. "You're not having a 'morning after' guilt trip are you she said with a laugh. I looked up and smiled sheepishly "You could say that." "Steve, no-one will ever know but you and me and last night was nothing to be ashamed about." "Oh please... no!" I said "It's nothing like that. I know you wouldn't tell and I'm not ashamed. Anything but. I loved it. I adored wearing those clothes. I couldn't sleep because I wanted to be in those clothes. That's the problem." "Problem?. Where's the problem?" she asked. "You can wear them any time you want." "This is a big change for me" I said "I never realised I was 'into' cross dressing. My mind tells me I want to but my brain says it's wrong. Sorry, love, I'm not explaining this very well" Well don't worry about it "she said softly "It's only a bit of fun. Now where are you taking me to lunch?" I laughed. "Somewhere in the country. Nice and quiet with a log fire." "It's mid summer!" she said" "Well it wont be lit" I said and smacked her bum as she passed to get changed. She was stunning – this girl. I found I was growing extremely fond of her. Sunday passed with a quiet lunch and a walk beside a river and Michelle kept me charmed with her girlish chat and striking looks. That dark cloud was always in my mind, however. Part of me wanted to rush back and bury myself in underwear and part said I should take this weekend as a demonstration of fancy dress. She must have sensed my mood. As we parted that evening she said" Steve, Don't ponder over this too much. It's not worth making yourself ill. You'll do the right thing in the end." I smiled "Thanks Michelle for a wonderful weekend. I have a lot of thinking to do but whatever decision I come up with, I'd still like to take you out." "And so you may" she said "And thank you" Chapter 6 I managed little sleep again that night and Monday morning was starting to look a bit jaded. "Morning Steve." said a cheerful voice in the doorway." Mike came in and closed the door. "Hi Mike. " I said " Good weekend?" "Wonderful" He said as he sat down "Met this really gorgeous girl. A real knock-out" I looked up sharply and saw he was grinning. So the game starts I thought. "Really?" You seeing her again?" "Hmm – don't know yet. Hope so though. Wonderful girl." "Good for you " I said smiling "You look a bit peaky though" He peered at my darkish eyes "looks like you got a problem. Take my grandmother's advice. 'If tree too large for elephant to scratch... Place lemon grass on wound" I laughed "What hell does that mean?" "Dunno... she was bonkers, absolutely barking." He stood up and left for the door. "Seriously Steve, Don't lose any more sleep. It'll sort itself out. See you later" And left. I thought about Mike's reaction. 'Met a wonderful girl? Hoped to see her again? So all Mike wanted was a girlfriend of his own. Me. I was flattered in a way. But I still wasn't convinced. I took his advice and buried myself in my work. Each time my mind drifted to Saturday night I refused to dwell on it and instead, worked harder. It was Thursday morning before I came to a decision. My life as a man was dull. A failed marriage, no contact with girls, a thoroughly boring job, and before Mike came along, long lonely evenings on the internet – the World, Wide Wank. Michelle had made me see a new possibility. Living as a woman. I enjoyed it. In fact I lusted after the feelings. And I was falling for Michelle. The 'gay' question kept rearing it's head but I put it down... She looks like a woman, she acts like a woman, and apart from a couple of items in a different place, she is a woman. I thought perhaps she looked on me the same. I hoped so because I was going to go for it. I wanted to dress and learn how to be feminine. I'd enjoyed feeling beautiful. Mike popped in, as usual at tea break and threw a donut on the desk. "So you seeing this wonderful girl this weekend" I asked innocently "Not sure yet." He said through a mouthful of dough and sugar. "Perhaps you should check your stars" I said and picked up the newspaper. "When's your birthday?" "August 30th. I'm a Virgo" he said "Story of my life" "OK – I got it...With the conjunction of Mars and Uranus, A final decision has been made. 'A turning point has been reached and passed. Your hopes will be fulfilled. A weekend of happiness will follow.' There you go Mike. Looking good." He looked at me with wide eyes and a mouthful of donut. "Really? " he said after swallowing "Great err... wow." I laughed and said "Of course, you can't believe in all his astrology shit. It's all made up" I was having fun now, I had made it up. That night I rang Michelle. "Look err... I've got a free weekend, a couple of steaks and some wine. I wondered if we could err ... carry on where we left off last Saturday" "Of course" she said gaily. "I was hoping you would." She sounded as excited as I felt. That night I gave myself a whole body hair removal treatment. I had fair hair so not much showed but I thought I would be better if I got rid of it all. In bed, even my sheets felt sexy. I hadn't realised how much feeling was numbed by body hair. On Friday I went out for the steaks and some wine and nipped into a jewellers for the gift I'd seen earlier. I went home from work, showered dressed and packed a few oddments for the weekend. The door almost flew open as I knocked. "Come in Steve" she said smiling sexily. I'm glad you're early." She looked like an excited teenager "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Definitely" I replied. "I've been thinking about it all week and now, I can't wait." I handed her the bags of steaks and wine and followed her into the kitchen. She poured two glasses of wine and led me into her bedroom. She opened some drawers and I started to undress. "Can you manage or do you want some help" she said with an smile. "I need help. I don't know what to choose or even what to put on first " She laughed "OK, lets start with some stockings. Stay-ups I think. Much nicer " She handed me a pair of dark stockings with a wide lace top. I pulled them on. She was right. The plastic strip round the top glued itself to my thigh, feeling delicious. "These are lovely if you want to try them" she said handing me a bra and matching panties. I almost groaned at the sight of them. They were the palest blue with peach coloured embroidery flowers. The panties turned out to be a thong, much to my delight, and the bra was light and lacy. The breast forms were again inserted into the cups and my figure took on shape. The mirrors were on view this time and I found no shame admiring my body in underwear. "You can have the full slip tonight. I bought another" she said handing me the filmy garment. It had the thinnest of straps and lace round the breasts and hem. And it felt wonderful. I watched in the mirror as she applied the makeup, trying to see how she did it. "I'll show you how to do this tomorrow so you can do it yourself" she murmured concentrating on the eye shadow. She finished and drew out the blonde wig, fitting it and flicking back a few stray hairs. She stood back and smiled. "Wow. We've done it again. Still beautiful." I looked in the mirror and had to agree. "Thank you Michelle" I said. "I even feel sexy now. " I laughed and stood up. "What shall I wear tonight" She went to the wardrobe and took out an appealing sleeveless, v-neck dress in pale blue with pink roses and green vines. It was multilayered and filmy and I loved it. It hugged my breasts and waist then flared out, seeming to have a life of it's own. "I love that dress" said Michelle "It's so summery. "Are you sure you don't mind me borrowing these?" I asked. She placed her hands on my hips. "Of course I don't. I'm loving this as much as you appear to be doing." She lowered her eyes. "I've longed to share these with you. To be able to share myself with you. I was so happy when you told me you wanted to carry on." I almost lost it and kissed her then. She looked so beautiful in a grey skirt and dusky pink blouse – the lace from a camisole just peeking above her breasts. Tomorrow we can explore the rest of my wardrobe." She said and took my hand. "Come on lets do something with those steaks." "Michelle" I said. "I've got this for you." I took the small box out of my cast-off trouser pocket and handed it to her. It's a little thank you." She looked surprised and opened it. Inside was a gold chain with an small Ankh hanging from it. "It means 'Life' "I said. "Thank you for a new life" I took it from her limp fingers and fastened it round her neck. "It's beautiful" she said "Thank you so much. I shall wear it always." She hugged me and kissed my cheek. I thought I saw a tear as she pulled away. It was a dream evening. After the meal we sat close on the sofa and just admired each other. We discussed clothing and underwear and what we liked. We talked about makeup. How to determine the colours for a particular skin tone. I was in ecstasy. The clothing against my skin was haunting me with avert slight movement and the thong was playing a large part. Eventually, after drinking all the wine, we parted for the night. I regretfully closed the door to my room and started to undress. The nightgown was back on the pillow and this time I put it on. I could no longer control my emotions, The feel of the silk from breast to ankles caused an erection I couldn't ignore and it only took a few quick strokes to bring me to a, more or less, satisfying climax. I was able to sleep afterwards curled in the erotic feel of silk. I woke early next morning and put the gown on over the nightdress as I went to the shower. "Go in and help yourself" Michelle called from the kitchen. "Find something to wear." Now there was a thought. An invitation to investigate her lingerie. I opened the drawers and pulled some panties and bras aside. I was spoilt for choice. I wanted to try them all on. I settled for a white satin set and camisole. I dressed in these and found a pair of honey coloured stay-ups. Opening the wardrobe posed even more of a problem. I had no idea what went with what so I chose a green mini skirt and white shirt top with short sleeves. I retrieved my wig and did my best with it but the makeup threw me. After several attempts I wailed for help and Michelle came in laughing. She fixed my face quickly and expertly and we went into the kitchen for coffee. "I like what you're wearing" she said. "you have good taste. " "It's what I would like to see you in" I said. "And I know you have good taste." We spent the morning playing with makeup and by lunchtime I was getting good at putting it on myself. We had a bite to eat and afterwards I decided I wanted to go shopping. The internet of course. I placed my plastic on the desk and said, "Michelle, these are for us. I want to buy he clothing today for both of us. We share. OK?" "If you say so." She replied smiling. "But I have expensive tastes" "Good. So do I" I said. I spent a fortune that afternoon. She showed me all the best shops to buy clothing and we discussed each item in detail. I also managed to order my own set of breasts and something called a gaff which looked awful but apparently would be needed if I wanted to hide a certain bulge. We also did some deportment lessons. I hadn't got out of spreading my legs when I sat down – something even I noticed and definitely un-ladylike. Se showed me how to walk more attractively and even how to stand. In the evening we just listened to music, drinking malt whisky, talking softly about our tastes in clothes and discussing hair styles. Michelle had a lot of fashion magazines which we happily browsed through, metaphorically spending our annual wages several times over. It was two o'clock before the first yawns started and we headed off to our rooms for the night. I was getting quite frustrated now, having to say goodnight to a beautiful girl without even a kiss and going to sleep in a negligee but didn't know how to approach the subject without spoiling everything. I was also still aware she was a man dressed as a woman but it didn't seem to matter now. Sunday morning we both slept late and dressed casually in short skirts and tops. It was a warm sunny morning without a cloud in the sky. "Let's drink our coffee into the garden" She said smiling "Don't worry, no-one can see in and the fresh air will be nice" Nice wasn't, perhaps, the best word to use. The light breeze around my stocking covered legs and panties was very erotic. It was a new feeling altogether. The thought that my balls were only separated from the outside air by the thinnest of nylon started an immediate erection. I covered it as best as I could but I thought Michelle had noticed. Wow, "I said "This is amazing. "I feel as if I've got nothing on" "I thought you'd like it," she said "I often come out here where no-one can see me." We sat at the garden table and sipped our drinks. "Are you enjoying your weekend as a woman?" she asked. "Do you still think it's for you?" "I thought a few moments and replied "I love the feeling of the clothing. It's totally different to being dressed as a man. Every article has a texture all of it's own and each one is exciting. I also like looking good..." "Looking beautiful, you mean" she interrupted. "You look beautiful she said more softly. I blushed and continued, "But I don't really feel like a woman. I'm still very aware I'm a man playing dress-up." "I do as well, "she said quietly, "I don't know If I will ever feel a complete woman. Perhaps time will tell." "Perhaps, "I said "In the meantime, yes I am enjoying all of this and I'm not looking forward to having to put my old clothes on and spend a week in trousers and shirts." "Why don't you take some clothes home with you? You could dress in the evenings and sleep in something nicer too." She said enthusiastically. "No" I laughed. "They're your clothes. "I've loads of clothing here" she said "Go on, take some with you." I thought a few moments. The idea did sound attractive. To be able to slip into something nice sexy after work had definite appeal. I smiled. "OK, lets go for it. " "In fact, don't bother changing to go home. Just go as you are." She suggested. "You don't have to get out of your car till you get home. No-one will see." This suggestion took a bit more thought. Suppose I had to stop somewhere. Suppose the police stopped me for something. Neither of these had ever happened before and there was no reason they should happen now. "Ok" I said, grinning "Thank you I will." So, that evening Michelle packed a small case with clothing we had chosen and I drove home with them in the boot. It was a totally uneventful journey, fortunately. Every time I stopped at lights, I thought people would stare but apart from a couple of appreciative looks from men in the lane beside me, It was a quiet journey. I parked up in front of the house and took the case from the boot. I had forgotten the neighbours but as it was dark, I didn't think anyone had seen me. "Anyway" I said to myself "I don't think they'd recognise me". So that night I slept in my own bed in a white satin baby doll nightie and woke early Monday morning, feeling wonderful. Chapter 7 The week passed slowly and work felt more tedious than usual. Each evening I would shower and change into stockings, panties and either a chemise or dress and browse the internet for make-up tips or hairstyles. I bought a new wig for myself. Long, blonde with loose curls. There seemed masses of hair and looked fabulous. It covered my shoulders in a shower suited my face perfectly. It arrived in time for the weekend and I tucked it away so could surprise Michelle. I also bought her a new wig in a similar style but brunette with red highlights. At last Friday evening arrived and I rushed home to shower and change. I dressed in a brown and cream print dress made from the thinnest material that flowed seductively round my body. A white camisole peeped out of the v-neck and I wore a thin gold chain around my neck. I took special care with my make-up thought the final result was pretty sexy. I loaded my suitcase into the car and set off to Michelle's house. On the way, I stopped at some lights and a large BMW pulled up beside me. The driver was a young man wearing an expensive looking suit. He looked in at me and smiled. Feeling naughty, I lowered my lashes and gave him the sexiest smile I could. His eyebrows lifted and his grin grew wider. The lights changed and I drove off smiling to myself. I hadn't found him at all attractive but the encounter gave me a lot of confidence in my appearance. Michelle opened the door as I walked up the path. She looked incredible and very desirable. "Hey you look wonderful "she cried as I carried my suitcase inside. "How was your journey?" I told her about the guy in the BMW who had looked at me and told her about my week. "It was great to be able to wear lovely clothes all week" I said . "I thought so" she said smiling. All our internet purchases had arrived and the evening was spent, each of us trying them on and parading around. "How about we go shopping tomorrow?" she suggested. I must have looked horrified. "Not local, into the city. No-one will recognise us and we can shop till we drop" she laughed. "But I'm not sure..." "You look great. " she interrupted. "Really beautiful. Trust me." "Well, OK" I said but it didn't feel Ok. I felt very nervous. Saturday morning we were up early, which was just as well as I took ages over my appearance. Nothing seemed good enough for me. I tried on every dress, skirt and blouse we owned. Altered my make-up a dozen times and brushed my hair till it crackled. "Well you have one very feminine habit" she said grinning. "Come on for God's sake. We're going to miss the shops at this rate." Eventually, we climbed into her car and set off. "I feel so nervous "I said weakly "I know how you feel, remember. " Michelle said "Just don't worry. You really do look good you know." I nodded and looked out of the window. My Initiation We arrived in the multi-story car park and set off into the mall. For the first half hour I was looking in every shop window, not at the merchandise but at my reflection, checking my looks and making sure no-one was staring at me. Finally, I settled down and started to enjoy myself. At first it felt strange to be examining panties, bras, slips and other women's clothing. Several times a shop assistant would come over to help and Michelle never seemed to flap at all. Then in one department store, while we were looking at blouses and tops, Michelle said "Wont be a moment." and left. So here I was. In the ladies section of John Lewis, All on my own, dressed as a girl. At first I started to panic and then tried to hide amongst the clothes. She was only gone about ten minutes but it seemed the longest ten minutes of my life." "Where have you been? "I asked in a near hysterical voice. "I wasn't long" she said "Just had to err... you know...go." I smiled "Sorry. I'm just having an insecurity attack" She put a hand on mine and looked kindly at me "Sorry. I keep forgetting it's your first time out. You look so natural." "How many times have you been out?" I said. "I bet it's not many." "Well... "she said with an impish grin. "this makes twice. And it and it was you that gave me confidence. I feel quite comfortable." "Wish I did "I said "Come on. We'll go and have a drink" We went into a small wine bar and had a salad with a glass of wine. "You know, you really do look like a girl. " she said "I wouldn't have brought you out if I wasn't sure. If you just relax, you'll look and feel even better." I took her at her word and really did feel better. We carried on shopping and to our delight found an exclusive lingerie shop. The assistant left us alone to browse and we had the time of our lives. Underwear to die for. All matching sets made from the most luxurious materials. Silk, satin, chiffon – there was everything. We left with two large carrier bags and two very thin credit cards. I had bought us both a gown and nightdress set. Champagne for her and white for me. Although we always shared all the clothing, I wanted these to be special. We set off back to the car feeling happy but tired. "I've never had such a wonderful day "Michelle said as we drove home. I had to agree though I was secretly glad we were finished. Next time, I knew I would enjoy it more but at the moment, all I wanted to do was get this bloody gaff off and have a shower. I thought the gaff had been a waste of time. There was no way I would have got an erection and I'm not really that well endowed enough to have shown anything through this skirt. However, better safe than sorry, I thought. We each headed for the shower as soon as we got to Michelle's and I dressed in a simple pale yellow cotton blouse and a gypsy style skirt. I walked into the kitchen where Michelle was just ordering a couple of pizzas, poured her a drink and took it over to the sofa. I felt wonderful. The adrenaline was still buzzing in me and I suddenly knew what I wanted. I wanted Michelle but I was still on unsure ground. I didn't want to spoil everything by forcing some sort of gay sex on her but when she looked so damned attractive, her body parts didn't bother me. To me, she was a beautiful girl. The fact that I knew she had no breasts and boasted a respectable cock wasn't an issue. I knew she had a good firm body and to be honest, I wanted to kiss and hug her... and to sleep with her. Whatever followed from that was Ka, Fate. I answered he door when the pizzas arrived and made the guy's night by giving him a sexy smile as I gave him the money. We ate them quietly, not saying much. I thought there might be a slight tension in the room. Afterwards, we sat and drank a couple of malt whiskies, both reflection on the day's activities. "Shall we slip into something more comfortable? "Michelle said after a while. "That's a good idea. "I said" This bra's killing me. We both cracked up laughing and went get changed. I undressed quickly and got the new wig out of my case. I put it on and gently rearranged any loose hairs with my brush. A dab of perfume in the important places and I was ready to dress in the new negligee set I had bought that day. The nightdress was white satin with embroidery round the bust and hem. The side split came almost to my waist, revealing most of my left leg. The straps, thin and fragile looking, crossed at the back, forming a deep 'v'. It felt delicious to my body. Cool and sleek. I put the matching gown on and checked the mirror. "Wow" I said softly . I was naked underneath, not wanting to feel anything but the nightgown and, even without the breast shape... I looked good! I walked slowly back into the lounge and saw Michelle standing by the bar, pouring us a drink. My heart stopped. She was stunning in the new gown I'd bought for her. I was similar to mine but the champagne colour suited her perfectly. I walked over and, when she saw me. Her eyes opened wide. "Oh "she said in a strangled voice "Oh wow! you look stunning... your hair..." "So do you" I said softly. I walked over to her. I stood in front of her and put my hands on her hips "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. " I said and thank you for letting me share in this." We looked each other in the eyes and it happened. We kissed. We clung to each other and kissed long and hard. Our tongues intertwined and our hands explored. Our bodies pressed close together, I felt the hardness between us, both with an erection. I could feel her cock pressing against my stomach, rock hard and hot. My own pressed against the smooth material of the nightgowns and the feeling was dramatic. My erection grew even stronger. "Can I be your girl?" I asked softly "Oh yes" she murmured "Please... sleep with me tonight... please" In reply, I took her hand and led her to her bedroom. We stood face to face and I undid my gown and let it drop. My erection stood out in front of my nightdress but I didn't care. I moved up close to her and said "I'm yours tonight." And undid the bow of her gown. We were both naked under the sensuous nightdresses and this only heightened the erotic feelings we both felt. Kissing we made our way to the bed and lay down, caressing each other. We lay on the bed our fingers searching and probing . I moved my hand down her back and caressed her bottom. She arched her back, pressing her hard cock into my chest. I was slowly sliding down her body, burying my face in her breasts, her stomach. "Let me be your girl" I repeated and knelt astride her. I lowered my head and took her hard erection between my lips through the satin nightdress and stroked her balls with my fingers. "Yes – yes" she repeated breathlessly and lifted her hips. My hand raised the hem and stroked her inner thigh. A groan escaped her lips and I lifted the nightdress clear of her swollen cock. I licked the shaft and caressed the full balls beneath and, licking my lips, took her into my mouth. She moaned and thrust forward, pushing it deeper into me. I raised up and sucked as hard as I could. Sliding my lips back down, I could taste the saltiness in my mouth. Up and down I went, my fingers caressing her balls until with a jerk she tried to pulled away. "Stop...wait.... I'm going to cum...stop" I thrust back down and took her in my mouth again, ignoring her cries. Swiftly, I held her cock and masturbated her while sucking hard. The climax was huge. She bucked and twisted as jets of salty semen filled my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could and kept her in my mouth. Slowly the jerking stopped and an occasional shudder ran through her body. I kissed her balls, and cock as she reached down and pulled my head towards her. "I tried to stop you" she said. "Couldn't help it." I kissed her deeply and said "I wanted you to cum. I wanted you in me. I wanted to be your girlfriend." She held me tight and said "I've wanted you for so long. Ever since I first talked you into dressing." "I've wanted you since I saw you in the street," I said "I've been slowly going mad, wanting you." We were kissing and stroking between sentences and my erection was near to bursting. Every movement of the silk around my hips ad thighs was now a pleasant torture. "You didn't get anything out of that. " she said as she moved her hand down my back, round my bum and over my hip to the top of my thigh. I couldn't answer. I raised my leg and let myself roll onto my back. She kissed me all the way down to my pubic hairs while slowly raising the gown up to my waist. I felt her licking my cock from the tip down to my balls then gently sucking them while holding onto the base of my cock. I moaned and thrust my fingers into her hair. She licked back up my shaft and then took me into he mouth. The heat was terrific and thrust upwards with my hips gasping. It was over in just a few moments. She sucked hard up and down a few times but it was too much for me. I came into her mouth but she didn't stop. Sucking and caressing till I went completely limp. I sat up and she knelt in front of me. I threw my arms round her and we kissed deeply. I could taste my cum on her tongue as they entwined. Finally we lay down facing each other, my arm under her neck, cuddling and her knee resting between my thighs. I stroked her face and neck "I've never done any of that or had it done to me before "I told her "Never? "she said amazed. "I thought everyone but me had done that." "Never. " I said. "My wife didn't go along with oral sex. You've never had it either?" She looked down "I've never had sexual contact with anyone before. A true virgin." I lifted her chin "Well you aren't alone you know. Sex is always boasted about. Take me... I'm thirty three. I can count the amount of times I've had intercourse on both hands, "I wiggled my fingers, One hand of which was on her bottom and the other down her back. "And I can count the times I've had oral sex on two fingers." She shivered at my touch an buried her head in my neck. I cradled her closer. "It was fantastic." she said. "But just lying here with you is lovely. You're right, I wanted a girlfriend" " We both have a girl now" I said gently. "Don't we?" "Yes "she answered. "It was what I wanted. It was very quick wasn't it? "she said impishly and smiled into my face. "Very" I replied "I was so ready for you, I just couldn't hold it back." "Me neither." She said laughing. "It'll be slower next time "I said. "You mean there's going to be a next time?" she said with amusement. "I certainly hope so. " I said and reached between her legs. I stroked her cock and felt it twitch as she gasped. My fingers tickled and lightly scratched her balls. I took her in my hand and massaged her rapidly growing erection. She lay back, spreading her legs. I knelt beside her shoulders and kissed my way down her stomach, pubic hairs and finally onto her cock. I lifted my leg over her head so I was astride her with my own erection over her face. She took my into her mouth and I gently thrust my hips up and down pushing my cock deep into her throat. I sucked as deep as I could on hers and massaged her balls with my hand. It was slow and erotic. I felt her finger trail across my anus and a shock went through my body. She lightly rubbed in a circular motion then lightly scratched. I did the same to her, rubbing gently and slowly pushing inwards. It was too much and we climaxed almost together, both swallowing and jerking with the after cum spasms. Again we lay in each other's arms, quietly kissing and fondling. Slowly we drifted off into a exhausted sleep, still cuddling. I woke early, before Michelle and crept out to shower and get dressed. I felt absolutely marvellous. The sex had released a lot of pent up frustrations and now the Michelle and I were lovers, the days ahead looked sunny indeed. I was standing at the sink looking out of the window when Michelle came in. She walked over and threw her arms round me and kissed me. I held her close and kissed her. "Mm that was nice." she said seductively. "As was last night." "Last night was wonderful" I said. "I've never had anything like, or as good, as that. She looked and smelled gorgeous. We were both in short skirts and casual tops. I had put my original wig back on, wanting to save the curly one for special occasions. "Well I haven't anything to compare it with but you certainly drove me wild. " she laughed. "Lets have coffee in the garden." We went outside and sat drinking quietly. She looked at me seriously. "Does this make us gay or what?" I thought for a few seconds. "I'm not sure I know. I know that I wouldn't look at another man with a view to sex and I still prefer women. Last night we were women. Different body parts but that's only lust taking over. To me, you were a girl I was making love to. A very beautiful girl who I have desired for a long time now. And if I'm gay, I don't really care." I think that's how I feel too. Please don't be offended, but I've never lusted after you at the office. Dressed as a man, you don't turn me on." She ended lamely. I laughed. "Of course I'm not offended Michelle. It's the same with me but looking at you now, I could eat you." "Let me finish my coffee then. "she said through lowered eyelashes. I did. We went back into the kitchen with our cups and I cornered her at the sink. I put my arms round her and we kissed deeply. I let my hand wander up her skirt, sliding up her stockings to the lace panties I found and rubbed the bulge underneath. Dropping to my knees, I lifted her skirt and mouthed her cock through the panties. I slid them down and took her in my mouth. All the time, I caressed her lovely bum, sliding a finger up and down the crease. She was moaning and making small gasps each time I touched her anus so I licked my finger and slowly pushed it in. "Yes Oh yes" she cried as I pushed m finger around inside her. I sucked hard on her cock and she climaxed, bending low as the spasm took her. "Oh God, "she said as she kissed me "That was wonderful." I kissed her tenderly "Lets go out for some lunch. I think we might need the rest." I suggested. And a drive somewhere. "Great "she said and we went off to get ready. "I'm going as I am. "said." It feels like a mini skirt day" "Me too. "she laughed. We set off looking for a country pub and found one in a small village in the middle of nowhere. It was one of those places where everything goes quiet as you walk in. We ordered drinks and a sandwich and took them outside. It was a beautiful day and I suggested a walk to the top .of a nearby hill. It wasn't a very long way and we were soon cresting the rise to admire a gorgeous view over the surrounding valleys. We sat in the shade of a huge oak tree and just quietly enjoyed each other's company. "I've really had a wonderful weekend. " I said looking into her eyes. "It's been like a new life for me." "I'm so glad "she said. "I have too. It's such a shame you have to go home this evening." ""I wish I didn't but it's work tomorrow and I need some clothes. I cant really turn up looking like this." She laughed. "I'd love to see their faces. Give them something to gossip about." We headed back to her house and had a quiet dinner. Afterwards we made slow, passionate love, our hands and lips bringing each to a satisfying climax. Chapter 8 The weeks and months passed blissfully. Each weekend spent enjoying ourselves, shopping, eating out, making love. We booked a weeks holiday to Scotland in a small hotel, taking only women's clothing for the week. It was glorious not to have to change back at the end of the first weekend. It was only a small village and we soon became favourites at the local pub. Randy Scottish farmers would compete for our company and by the end of the week we'd had several offers of dates. We even kissed a few goodbye on our last night at an impromptu party held on our behalf. I saw Michelle kissing one fine 'laddy' and realised I should do the same if we wanted to come back next year and remain friendly. Several young men had been chasing me all week so I did my duty and did the rounds, putting on a fine act. It felt very strange kissing a man with a stubbly face, but somehow rather exciting. Their hands were everywhere and I was hard pressed to keep them a safe distance. Finally we went up to our room giggling and whispering about our 'conquests'. Lying in bed after making love, I turned to Michelle. "Tonight, I really felt like a woman for the first time. They all treated me like I was special." I mused. "And the kissing?" she said with a smirk "A was excited by it " I confessed. Not the sexual side, the fact that I was looked on as a member of the fair sex." I cuddled closer to Michelle. "And?" she enquired. I looked at her. "I want to live like this and live with you. Because I've fallen in with love with you." I said softly. She hugged me hard with a huge smile on her face and watery eyes. "I've loved you for ages now but.." she started "You didn't know what to do about it" I finished for her. She nodded. "Nor did I." I said "I wasn't sure what your reaction would be. But I do love you. And I want to live with you." She looked down saying, "What about when I'm in my work clothes, in the shower or undressed though?" She asked. "I'll still love you" I said, tilting her head up. "You'll see me the same you know?" "I love you all ways and looks "she said. "I even want to kiss you at work sometimes." She said smiling. "Resist the temptation. "I said laughing. Well unless we meet in a dark cupboard. "That can be arranged" she said in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard from her. She took hold of my limp cock and made it grow. That started us off again. She worked her way down my body straddling my face with her legs. I still marvelled how large her cock was. It filled my mouth with plenty more to spare. She always managed to suck my six inches fully, her nose pressed to my balls. She fingered my ass and slipped a finger inside. I did the same to her knowing it would bring us both to a dramatic climax. We had never discussed anal sex. Like most things between us, we were probably afraid to bring the subject up. So I moved in with Michelle and put my house up for sale. It was strange leaving her house, together for work but Michelle had been right. Even dressed in a suit and tie, I still loved him. It was those beautiful eyes I think. I could look into them and lose my heart entirely. One evening, we were just lounging about in underwear after a busy Friday at work, kissing and having a cuddle on the sofa when she said quietly, "Have you ever had anal sex?" I looked at her "No. Have you?" "You know I haven't " she said with a smile. "I just wondered what it would be like. "From what I've read, It is erotic, wonderful and can be damn painful. " I said smiling "Hmm " she said "Just what I've read." She was looking extremely beautiful dressed in a pale pink lacy chemise and panties. The lights were low and we'd had a few drinks. "I'd like you to fuck me" I said quietly. "Same here" she said breathlessly. We stood up and went into the bedroom. It was like a first date all over again. we undressed each other completely, kissing each other's body as each garment was removed. I made her lay on her back on the bed and straddled her legs. I bent over and sucked her cock till it was huge and erect. Reaching over to the dressing table, I took an bottle of hand cream and massaged her cock. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. I spread some of the cream across my ass and pushed a finger inside and opened myself then two fingers. I moved up and straddled her cock. Taking hold, I guided it to my anus, and started to sit back, gently pushing it into me. She was huge. 'This is going to hurt' I said to myself but pushed the tip of her cock deeper into the entrance. It wasn't as bad as I thought. The tip slid in me after a few minutes of lifting myself up and down on her cock but with some pain. I stopped and waited, eyes closed. Michelle had gone perfectly still waiting for me. The pain subsided and I sat back a bit further. Each time it hurt I would stop till it eased, then sit further down. At last I was sitting on him with no pain and I lifted up and down. I felt full but excited. I lifted up and down a few times. In fact I felt good. After a few minutes I lifted off and lay on my back with my legs raised . My Initiation "Fuck me now" I said sexily and she got up and lay between my legs. I guided her in to me then put my arms round her as she pushed her cock in and out of my ass. She fucked me. I felt no sexual gratification other than I knew I was pleasing her but it did feel nice. She pumped harder and harder, her large cock sliding in and out while I stroked her hair, neck and body. Finally with a cry she climaxed into my ass. Jerking and lowing down, she lay across me panting and opened her eyes. I took her head in my hands and kissed her deeply. I could feel her softening inside me and pushed her bum towards me trying to stop the inevitable. She slipped out and I lowered my legs into a more comfortable position. "Oh that was terrific. "she gasped. "Did I hurt you?" "Only at first " I said, kissing her and grasping her round the neck. "It felt amazing. You can do that again any time you want." "She laughed. "Oh I'd like to. But you're going to do me as well you know." "Shower first" I said with a grin. We dashed off for the shower and both stood under the jets kissing. She took the gel and began to soap me all over. And she didn't miss a thing. Starting with my back, massaging my shoulders and working down to my buttocks. Her fingers caressed my anus, even slipping a finger inside as she kissed my neck. I was starting to get hard again. Her hands reached between my legs and gently rubbed my balls between her fingers. "Turn round" she murmured. " and began to wash my chest, working down to my stomach and finally my erect cock. "My turn to wash you. " I said after a few moments of her masturbating me. I didn't want to cum just yet. I took the gel and started on her chest then, turning off the water, began to soap her all over. I paid special attention to her cock and balls, keeping up the strokes till I felt it harden. Then I turned her round and started on her back. Working my way down I slid a soaped finger into her ass and started to widen her hole pushing her forward. She gasped as I inserted two fingers but not in pain but in pleasure. As soon as I thought she was wide enough for me to start, I soaped my cock and placed it at the entrance. Very slowly, I pushed backward and forward as she was able to take me inside her. My cock is a smaller than hers and after a few pushes slid inside. I kept very still for a minute until I felt her push back towards me. I new she was ready now and began to push slowly in and out. She was moaning with pleasure. I reached a hand round and started to masturbate her in time with my motions. It felt wonderful. Her ass was so tight and hot, her muscles tightening and contracting adding to the feeling. I lost myself in my ecstasy and went faster and faster. I exploded inside her with a gasp. My passion spent, I put both my arms round her and held her, kissing her neck until I slipped out of her. "That was wonderful" I said. She turned round and hugged me. "That was a fantastic feeling. It didn't hurt at all". "Probably cos I've not much to boast about" I said laughing. "Well I think it's the best cock in the world she said taking it in her hand." We showered off and dressed in our baby doll nightdresses and went to bed. I hadn't realised we'd been at it for three hours. It was late and there was work tomorrow I thought with dismay. Back to the suit and tie. Chapter 9 Michelle came home from the office next morning looking worried. "I think the cat's out of the bag" he said "I've just overheard someone saying we were living together and were gay." "Cant be much of a rumour" I said "For once they got it right" "I'm not sure I can stand being the subject of their gossip." She said. "It's only a matter of time before they find out everything. They wont leave it alone you know." I nodded. "Come on into the lounge Michelle, I've had a bit of a plan going round in my head these past few weeks. I haven't mentioned it to you because I wanted to get the details sorted in my head." She sat down beside me and I put an arm around her. Her head tilted to one side looking at me closely. "I've sold my house now and there's a lot of money waiting to be put to good use." I took a deep breath. "I'm sick of changing into a man each Monday morning, then coming back to living the life I really want. It's time for a change. My plan is, if you're agreeable, to start our own accountancy business with the money. We're both fully qualified. We split everything down the middle, both of us equal partners. I live with you, so we really share that side of things. We can probably steal a few clients to get us started and when we get busy, hire a few others to work for us. The thing is, we become women accountants. No more male clothing. We start off as women and work as women. Now here's the catch. Will you marry me?" She took a deep breath and flung herself on top of me in joyful tears. "Of course I will. Yes. Yes." She cried. "And your plan. It's wonderful." She sat back after a few moments looking at me with an awed expression. "You'd do all that for me?" "For both of us Michelle. I want to be a woman just as much as you. We share a house and now we can share a business. Unfortunately the marriage wont be legal but In our eyes it will be." "In my eyes, you'll always be my partner." She said quietly. "I suppose we become lesbians." "Lesbians are more accepted that transvestites," I said. "Yes, we'll promote ourselves as lesbians." So we followed the plan. We became quite successful and threw away all our male clothing. The plan for next year is to complete the transformation medically. But that's for next year. The End My Initiation (This story is a work of fiction. If you don't like erotic stories that contain cross dressing, heavy gay themes and water sports please just don't read it. Thank you.) * I was determined. This weekend it would happen. I would loose my gay virginity and complete manhood. The hard way. Tonight would change everything. Until now I've never had sex with a man and I didn't consider myself as homosexual either. But I was always fascinated to anal sex. The thought of "Why would someone let herself/himself get fucked in the ass, when there's no actual pleasure of possibility to orgasm in it?" Also the thought of giving up your body for someone else's pleasure was something that always turned me on. And since I've never could get an erection whenever I tried to have sex with a woman, I decided that I should do other things to compensate. Maybe becoming a gay sissy would be the answer? All I knew was that it really made me horny thinking about it ... As I laid on the bed in the small hotel room I trembled a bit nervous. Was I ready for this? I stopped thinking and got up. Time to prepare myself. So I got into the shower and removed all my body hair. After giving myself an enema I worked a large black butt plug into my ass. It would be better to stretch out a little. Then I attached my fake DD breast forms onto my chest with a huge amount of extra strong adhesive. That took a while, but after the sticky fluid dried I stood up and my tits stayed in place. They wouldn't come off now without using some special chemical. Next I applied some body lotion on my body, so my skin got very soft. I put on black fishnet stockings, a short black top and matching black panties with the words «Fuck my ass» written on my ass. The sluttiest outfit that came to my mind. Then I put on my long black wig and applied some makeup which included heavy mascara, dark eye shadow and a bit of lip gloss. Almost done. As I looked into the mirror, I didn't saw one masculine thing. I was a slutty looking sissy. But that wasn't enough. There was one thing left to do to be completely feminized. Thinking about it gave me a very strong erection and almost like hypnotized I started stroking my member. But then I stopped and proceeded to do what had to be done. I went to the minibar and took some ice and put it on my penis and testicles. I had to get rid of this erection. As my genitalia shrunk I quickly put the CB3000 chastity cage on it and locked it up. This clear plastic device made it impossible to get erect and touch myself. I put it on because I knew exactly that as soon as I would have an orgasm, I wouldn't want to be fucked anymore. So before I could get second thoughts I went to the toilet and flushed the key down. Now it was done. No more erections or possibility of pleasure through my sissified peenie. My ass would be the only thing I could concentrate on. I was ready for servicing men, real men with big erections, with my white asshole. I was ready for total submission. With my long black coat on and my high heels clicking on the floor I made my way to a major adult bookstore from which I knew it had a large gay area in the basement. Now I really got nervous. I stood in a dark corner and smoked a cigarette. The coat hid my slutty outfit but the people passing by still saw that I had huge tits underneath it. Entering the book store, I knew that I had to get the peoples attention. So I took off my coat and went looking at the gay DVDs. There were two chicks behind the desk, just grinning. At the same time there were 3 men staring at me with widened eyes. I felt like the biggest whore in the world. And while the butt plug was wiggling inside my ass I felt my caged penis leak a bit pre cum. Seeing all these things made me extremely horny and I didn't want to waste time anymore. The girl behind the desk didn't even require me to talk. She just smiled and said "15 Euros" I handed her the money and nervously went downstairs. The gay area in the basement was a dark, hot place. There were gay and she-males movies playing in the booths. The ground was dirty and it smelled from sweat, semen and even piss. So this was it. This was the place where I hoped to give my anal and oral virginity to every man who would walk in here. This was where I wanted to loose the rest of my manhood ... All booths seemed to be open and in the third booth I saw a big black guy slowly stroking his cock. Before I could get any second thoughts, I stopped in front of him and licked my lips as I stared at his very big penis. It was at least three times larger than mine ever was, and I liked that. Obviously he liked what he saw, because he mentioned without any words that I should come and work that big cock. I never touched another cock than mine. It was so big and hot in comparison to my dildos. I licked the tip of it and got my first taste of pre-cum which isn't mine. My caged dicklet was throbbing and my heart was racing. I couldn't believe that it could happen so fast as I took my very first real cock into my mouth and started sucking. It tasted very strong and I loved it. After a few moments he started really fucking my mouth and as his cock started throbbing, I thought he was going to cum right into my mouth. But I was wrong. He withdrew his fat rod and grabbed me onto him. He pressed his lips against mine and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. Oh my god! For the first time I was kissing with a man. I was nervous and very excited as I wrapped my arms around him as he french kissed me like a girl. And I got hornier than ever as I felt his hard black prick rubbing underneath my virgin ass. He told me to grind on it and I'm sure that I blushed as he said "You're one fine ass sissy. You want me to fuck your gay ass? You want that big black cock inside you?" I was breathing very hard but I managed to answer "Yes ... I want you to ... fuck my ... gay ass ... I want that ... big black cock ... inside me ..." "Good ..." He made me stand up and take off my panties. "What the fuck is this?" He made me explain what a chastity cage was and why I was wearing it. Teasing me by moving the base of my butt plug back and forth he asked me "So you wanna get fucked like a girl?" I nodded. And I was getting even more nervous as he laid me on the ground outside the booth. He kissed me again and then made me spread my legs wide. Suddenly, I remarked there was somebody with a camera! I wanted to get away but my black stranger held me still. This was not how I imagined it would be. I felt very uncomfortable being filmed. I looked at the man above me and said "Please, I don't want to ..." "Shhhh, you know you want it" I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the situation. But there I was, being filmed dressed as a big titted sissy on the ground, my legs spread wide, my locked up peenie in full view and about to get fucked for the first time by a black man I met only minutes ago. I can't describe how humiliated I felt. On the other hand, how could I've been so stupid by thinking everything would happen exactly how I wanted it to happen? The camera came closer as he slowly pulled the large butt plug out of my ass. I felt immediately empty and I probably blushed even more. Then he said "Now beg me to fuck you" "..." "Do it!" He was fingering my ass. "Come on, do it!" I was afraid but I knew I had no choice. And after all, this was what I wanted to happen for so long. It all got captured on video as I begged him to not just fuck me, but to fuck me like a girl. I held my legs wide apart as I saw his unbelievably big penis slowly move towards my white ass. And then it finally happened. My own penis was trying to get erect as he shoved his cock all the way inside my sissified asshole. His balls were resting at the entry of my boy-pussy for a moment before he started to slowly fuck my homosexual virginity away. It didn't hurt at all. The rubbing of his very thick cock against my prostate felt so good that I started to moan. He fucked me like I was a girl in the missionary position and I knew I was being filmed, so I tried to keep my voice as high pitched as possible when I moaned. I loved the feminine feeling as he completely emasculated me. My arms were wrapped around him and he pounded my asshole in long hard strokes before he said "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum!" With that he shot a large amount of his warm sperm inside my bowels. The feeling was amazing. I didn't care about the camera anymore. This man just used my body for his sexual pleasure without caring about mine. I loved every second of it. I felt so submissive, I was in heaven. As he withdrew and I reopened my eyes there were four other black men standing around us. They all had their erect dicks out. I was getting nervous again but before I could do anything, one guy put me on my knees and shoved his dick inside my mouth. Only seconds later another big cock entered my formerly virgin ass. Was I really going to get gang banged? It was all happening so fast, I couldn't think straight. But I sure liked where this was going. I was getting hornier and hornier ... A few minutes later I finally got my first taste of a strangers sperm. The guy pulled his dick out of my mouth and ordered me to open up and stick my tongue out. Thick wads of cum shot into my mouth and also a bit on my face. I was so eager that I swallowed immediately. The taste and texture was far better than my own cum, which I used to drink. It was creamy and slightly salty. "Mmmmmh ..." I licked his cock dry and soon another sticky load was shot into my ass. While they took turns fucking my ass and mouth simultaneously I totally forgot about my own peenie. It was just dangling between my legs. Meanwhile somebody took off my top and my glued on breast forms sprung free. People were fondling them and making comments on how nice they look and how soft they feel. I felt like the biggest whore on earth and I remembered that I was probably still being filmed. I couldn't really see it because I was constantly sucking someone's cock but I knew that meanwhile even more people were in the room. After I swallowed my fifth load of cum the man with his dick inside my ass grabbed me and changed position. He laid on the ground and made me ride him with my back against his very hairy belly. There were at least nine men around me now. All of them we're looking at my feminized body getting fucked and making comments. "Ever seen a bitch like that?" "No way. This faggot's hardcore, man ...." "Well I ain't gonna wait my turn. Let's see how hardcore he really is!" A fat middle aged black man came towards me with his erect dick already out. He leaned over me while I was still getting fucked and I knew exactly what was about to happen ... My eyes widened as he put his cock next to the one already in my ass and started to push. Getting fucked by two dicks in my ass at once was something I often fantasized about. But I never thought that double anal penetration would hurt this much. I tried to protest, telling him that my ass is too tight, but he kept pushing. I wanted to clench my teeth but suddenly another cock was shoved straight down my throat. That retracted me for a moment and BANG! It was done. Two big cocks were buried to the hilt inside my ass. I tried to relax my muscles but before I could get used to the new fullness they started fucking me furiously. My screams were muffled by the cock fucking my mouth. But obviously it wasn't enough. Two other men placed their long dicks in my hands and told me to keep them hard until they get a turn on my ass and mouth. It was unbelievable. Five men were using my body at once. The pain subsided and I was getting horny again ... After my mouth got fed another load of cum, I looked down and I saw that my useless little peenie was filling up the whole cage, trying to extend even further. But the hard plastic wouldn't let it. There was no way it could grow larger than 2,5 inches. Looking at all those big black cocks surrounding me made me even hotter. I was clearly inferior to them. The second guy in my ass came and only seconds after he withdrew there was another one sliding his almost 10 inch long and 2 inches thick meat into my already stuffed sissy ass. While I was sucking on a big cock and jerking off two other guys those two giants were fucking my formerly virgin ass so hard that I got in an ecstatic state. I felt so stuffed and used like never before. The rubbing of those two dicks inside my rectum was got me so hot that I started to moan like a bitch in heat. Some of the men surrounding or using my body made comments about how pathetic my small white dicklet looked looked. Not being able to even get erect while a whole bunch of real men we're using my body with big hard erections strangely turned me on beyond my imagination. And as the black man on top of me started to fuck my ass even harder by almost completely pulling in and out with each stroke a strange and warm feeling came over me. My whole body was shuddering and I began to feel something inside the plastic cage around my useless genital. One of the man guys just filled my mouth with a huge load of his salty sperm. After I swallowed his load too I dared to look up and I saw how wads of thick sperm were leaking out of my caged peenie. I was having an anal orgasm. They started laughing and cheering while pointing at my cum leaking chastity cage. "Look at that bitch!" "Holy shit, the little faggot came while getting fucked in the ass" Actually I didn't really cum. It was impossible to climax the way a man normally would without penile stimulation. The tip of my peenie was tickling a bit and it almost felt a bit like peeing. But after the strangely warm feeling subsided and no more sperm leaked out of the chastity device I felt something like relief. I still felt horny but some of the pressure was gone. The big guy fucking my ass from on top held my face and said by looking me deep in the eyes "You like that, you little sissy faggot, don't you? Don't lie to me, bitch. You just came while we fucked your white ass, gay boy. So just say it. Say it, so that everybody can hear. Say how much you like getting fucked, baby ..." Those two giant dicks were still fucking my ass while two other guys reminded me not to stop jerking their cocks off. My well attached breast forms were wobbling in a steady rhythm as this black man repeatedly penetrated me with both his penis and his words and as I saw some camera flashes above me I realized it: Although I didn't have any real sensation in my peenie, I ejaculated while getting dominated and used by a large group of unknown strange men. I dressed myself up as a female whore for this to happen. This was the moment I clearly lost my complete manhood. It was silly to consider any part of myself heterosexual at this point. I was getting utterly humiliated and I loved it. So I screamed out "Yes! YESSS! I love it! Please fuck me harder! Use my faggot body for your pleasure! Feed me your delicious sperm! Show me my place!" With that they both emptied their nuts inside my bowels. But before I could say anything else, a fat hairy man sat on my face and ordered me to lick his asshole. I couldn't see it, but a shiver went through my body as my tongue touched his clearly unwashed asshole. There was no chance to protest, so I just started licking off the shit on his hairy ass. The taste was so strong and disgusting that I had to fight in order not to puke. But then the dicks pulled out of my abused hole and somebody said something about switching positions. Somebody grabbed me and put me on my feet. It was the first time that I could see what was going on in the room. There were about 15 black men surrounding me. They seemed to be of all kinds of ages, but none of them could be considered as "good locking". Still, their erections were enormous. I could also see two cameras and lots of cell phones pointed at me. My legs were shaking but I didn't knew if it was from the fucking I just received or because I was exposed in front of these cameras in the full light. Besides my long black wig and my CB3000, all I was wearing were my fishnet stockings. One man grabbed me from behind and pulled me in front of a video camera. His cock entered my ass and then he spread my legs to lift me up. Everybody was looking at me and now all cameras were pointed at me. A camera man asked me: "Does that cock feel good inside your ass?" Almost breathless I said "Yes, it feels good" The crows started laughing. "Why does it feel good?" I didn't knew what to answer. But my caged peenie was leaking pre-cum again. "Maybe because you're a shameless gay whore?" The man holding me in the air was fucking me even harder now. "... yes ... because I'm a shameless gay whore ..." Again, everybody was laughing. "No shit! So there's nothing you wouldn't do?" Without thinking I said "I would do anything that pleases you ..." "Okay then..." the guy inside my asshole said as he put me back on the ground "... on your knees, bitch!" After quickly doing as he told me to, he said "Beg for it. Beg us all to fuck you!" The humiliation was making me hornier than ever, so I laid my face on the dirty ground so I could spread my used asshole wide open and said "Please, sirs. Fuck my ass. Feed my sissy hole with your big black cocks. I need it, I need it so bad. Fuck me like real men. Fuck me as hard as you can. Please!" It didn't take long before some black meat entered my already well used rectum. I moaned as feminine as I could. And it really felt good. I saw two feet in front of me, so I quickly got up to take a new dick into my throat. He was stroking a very long massive tool, but it wasn't hard yet. So I stuck out my tongue and teased him a bit. "Please let me taste your big cock, sir" He just laughed and said "Bitch, you gonna taste something else. You said you'd do anything fo' our pleasure, so I'm tellin you: Swallow everything, you faggot!" This was when a hot stream of yellow piss hit my mouth. I closed my lips but then some other guys grabbed my by the hair and started yelling to me that I should drink it. The man fucking my ass pulled out and got replaced by another one. As he entered in one long push I reluctantly parted my lips and let the urine flood my mouth. The taste was very strong so I started to swallow as fast as I could. I couldn't believe it. Now they also used me as a toilet. I almost gagged but finally I managed to swallow most of his piss. Exhausted but still being fucked I tried to relax a bit. But suddenly another stream of piss hit my face. And another one. And another one. Some guys we're screaming "Swallow, bitch, swallow" I knew, I had no chance. So I opened my mouth to receive three streams of urine at once and started swallowing. I felt my belly fill with their yellow liquid while someone else was raping my backdoor. Strangely my caged dinky was twitching. Was I really turned on by this? My mind kinda went blank and I felt a little dizzy when it finally ended. I felt exhausted and for the first time I was thinking of how could I get out of here. But my thoughts were interrupted by someone grabbing my arms and telling me "It ain't over yet, faggot!" Countless men we're using my body over and over again for their pleasure. There were so many, I wasn't able to see or memorize their faces. All I could see were cocks. Big erect cocks all around me. Most of the time 5 guys we're using me at once. Two in my ass, one in each hand and one down my throat. At one point somebody even fucked my fake tits. I once even begged someone to piss into my mouth again because I felt I was dehydrating. The smell of sweat, sperm and urine was everywhere. Hours passed and I swallowed the last load of semen being sprayed into my mouth. I was sitting on my knees and I felt so exhausted I almost fell asleep right on this spot. But I still felt kinda horny as I looked down onto my overfilled chastity cage. Most parts of my body we're covered with dried cum. It was also leaking out of my over used asshole. How many man had fucked me? 20? 30? Or even more? How many loads did I swallow? My belly looked a little bloated and I knew it was completely filled with sperm and piss. So many men climaxed inside or on my sissified body. I had only one orgasm myself, if that's what you could call it. I felt abused and unsatisfied. My dicklet was still desperately trying to get erect. But I wasn't unhappy. After all I got what I wanted. What I craved for so long. I lost my homo virginity, the hard way. My Initiation One of the girls from upstairs came up to me and said "Get your ass outta here". My long coat was lying in a corner. It was dirty. Somebody used it to clean his cock with it. As I bent over to pick it up she grabbed me by the hips and pushed my butt plug back to where it belonged. My sphincter was burning but it felt so good to be filled again. She said "It was pretty hot watching you getting gang banged. If you weren't such a dirty mess, I'd fuck you too ... But you wouldn't like that, would you? You're gay and not attracted to chicks, right? You only like cocks, don't you, faggot?" Looking at her beautiful feminine body, I realized she was an extremely good looking woman. But she was absolutely right. My mind was fixed on mens penises and their hot masculine bodies now. I had absolutely no more interest in having sex with a woman. "Yes ... I am 100 % gay ... But thank you ..." It was so obvious, after all that happened tonight. But actually saying it was a bit strange. One year ago I thought I was a normal heterosexual man. Period. Tonight changed everything. I was a very feminine cross dressing gay faggot. There was absolutely nothing masculine about me anymore. I lived out my darkest fantasy and although it was all about the pleasure of others and I got totally degraded ... I had to admit that I loved it. She just smirked and before I left the bookstore she made me give her my e-mail adress. She promised she would tell me where I could download the video they made of me getting gang banged. And she also said that I could come back anytime again. There were so many men paying entry for the gay area that they made some good cash tonight. That's why I wouldn't have to pay anything, if I should come back. I knew I surely would ... My Initiation Author's note: This is my first foray into science fiction. The author is taken by force in the first half of the story, but don't let it trouble you. Trust me, looking back, he enjoyed it. I'm very interested in what you all think, so please comment. ***** Synopsis: A barbaric ritual reunites me with an old friend and helps me come to terms with my new life. There's been talk lately about if you are born with or choose your sexual orientation. What if someone else makes you this way, and you don't get a vote? We gave too much control to our Government. It happened slowly, as it often does. But it took a giant leap when a new procedure was developed to install a tiny microchip in the brains of patients with certain diseases. The technology took off, and other applications quickly emerged: better focus and memory, stronger immunity, even small benefits to strength and anti-aging. It was a luxury of the rich, but expanding socialistic government programs quickly made it available to the masses. Soon you were required to have one installed at birth to receive other benefits, and then even for basic rights. Within thirty years, the entire population of our country had them. The land of the free, home of the brave. Nothing could go wrong, right? Then a crisis emerged, and governments often uses crises to assume more power. The equal balance of boys and girls born into our world began to change. Females began to die more and more in the womb, and less females were conceived to begin with. The percentage of babies born that were female fell from fifty to forty, then on down to twenty percent. The decline had slowed, and after fifty years seemed to be stabilizing at about eleven percent. Every country handled things differently. Our biggest problem was crime and a decreasing population. Crimes against women like rape were first to spike, but then other crimes like murder, theft, and just about anything else rose also. People were so unhappy. There were millions of single men out there with no mating prospects in a declining country where humanity's survival seemed to be in jeopardy. Science scrambled to find a cure, but none came. The solution was as diabolical as it was effective. Scientists understood the genetic markers for homosexual tendency. It was a very complex combination of genes, so they focused instead on the brain chemistry differences that were symptoms of the genetics. They found a way to use the chip in everyone's brains to alter their brain to permanently mimic the conditions in a gay male. The same technology to cure Alzheimer's was used to change our sexual orientation. After a test in a couple states without telling anyone, they rolled it out to the whole country to any adult males that were not married. It was so easy. The instructions were sent to the chip without the recipient's knowledge. Crime went down almost immediately, and not just crimes against women, but all crime. The reasons were controversial and gave political correctness a big middle finger, but the results spoke for themselves. Society began to stabilize with a new norm. Babies conceived from donated eggs were grown in test tubes and given to gay couples to raise. The small percent of the population that was female thrived and had their pick of mates. Women grew in power and were revered and cherished, and many were positioned in the nation's highest offices. Years later, this process of turning men gay had been so integrated into our society's traditions that the people didn't challenge it. The men in power were married to women or had already been through "The Change" and saw no need to repeal the rules for young men. Our Government turned it into a rite of passage, a sacrifice a man made for the State. It was an honor to submit to this. It was disgraceful to object. A barbaric ritual was developed to bolster the State's control. A man's "Initiation" signified a his submission to his government and dedication to the preservation of our society. When of age, young men had to report to a government facility, where they were forced to submit to another man. The "Volunteer" would take the young man anally. His ejaculate would be absorbed by the recipient's insides, stimulating hormonal changes that told the chip inside his brain to initiate the change. Could the government have used the chip's technology to perform this change without a ritual like this? Or could they have at least injected the semen artificially? Of course. How did they do it when they did the first roll-out? But the Initiations taking place every day across the country were tradition now. It was hard to stop traditions when the people in charge had been through them and viewed them as a rite of passage, no matter how immoral. There were only two ways to get out of this. A woman could name you as her mate. To do this, she had to be at least within two years of being an adult and choose you during the same month you were due for the change. The second way was voluntary castration. Over 99% of the men not chosen by ladies chose to go through the change. Once chosen, women held more power than in the old marriage dynamic. In the event of a divorce, the man had to be claimed within six months by an eligible female or go through the change. Needless to say, the abysmal divorce rate improved dramatically. Older men that had been through the change started looking at you differently when you were coming of age. A new pool of virile young men were about to be thrust into the gay male playing field. The first time I noticed was when we had a lot friends of the family over for a dinner party the night of my graduation. It was nothing fancy, just lots of beer and burgers. My birthday had already passed, meaning my Initiation could be any day now. We only got two days' notice, arriving sometime during your first year as a man. My neighbor John was about thirty years old, and he'd barely even spoken to me in the years that I'd lived there. But now I noticed him checking me out from time to time out of the corner of my eye. It was a lewd, longing gaze, and it kind of freaked me out. I had to respect how women must feel, outnumbered almost ten to one by horny men in high school. He always drank too much, and I overheard him quietly talking to another guy asking if I'd been bred yet. "Bred" was slang for having been through your Initiation and gone through the change. Then he expressed a comment along the lines of he'd love to fuck me. I got a nice compliment on my butt thrown in there, too. The guy he was talking to, who I didn't know at all hardly because he worked with my dad, agreed. I had mixed feelings of pride and contempt. I liked women still and didn't want anyone imagining bending me over to get at that butt they seemed to like. I came around from the corner and startled them. "Not yet," I mumbled to the two surprised guests on the way to the kitchen. I waited for my notification from the government with dread. I loved women and didn't want to change. I wasn't a virgin. It was technically illegal to have sex with an unmarried woman, including of course minors. But most high school women loved to fuck. There was no risk of disease anymore, and pregnancy was impossible without a license. A woman's microchip took care of birth control. They were empowered, in high demand, and took charge of their sexuality. I was very popular in school. I did lots of sports, was over six feet tall, and had a decent head on my shoulders, so I managed to have sex with most of the women in my class. But I had failed to connect with any of them, and so it was unlikely anyone would show up at my Initiation to choose me. Even my best friend Beth had turned a cold shoulder to me recently. I finally got my notification on a Thursday, over three months after becoming an adult. I was beginning to think there had a been a clerical error and I might be spared, but that was impossible, wishful thinking. At least the timing was good. It was the holiday season, and I'd have some time off afterward to deal with the changes. I was months into my full-time job and was in the process of moving still, so I lived at my parents' house, just like many other Initiates since the real estate market was so tight due to overpopulation. That night, just as expected, I got a knock at the door. My parents knew who it was. Nobody just knocked on your door these days. I opened the door to meet my "Priestess" as we called these women. It had nothing to do with religion, and in fact really flew in the face of it. The Priestess was an unofficial volunteer position. A woman who made house calls, traditionally the night before a young man's Initiation. She was traditionally a very skilled, attractive lover. She would fuck a guy as best she could to give him a glimpse of the love of a real woman before sending him off to be turned gay. Most men would lose their virginity this way. Some like me had fucked quite a few women, but since that was illegal, nobody knew, and I still got my visit from her. As long as you either were on track for graduation or were working full time and had no criminal record, you were usually afforded this luxury. The Priestess was a position of honor. Women chose this duty, if they were good enough. That's how much power women had now since they made up a small percent of the population. They were almost all married and upper class citizens with powerful positions themselves or by association with their husbands. Nobody slut-shamed these women that went around and gave men their "last rites" as we affectionately nicknamed it. Husbands didn't mind, because that was just the culture of the day. It was an honor for your wife to be chosen. My company for the evening was a beautiful red head, perhaps in her late thirties. She never gave her name, but I did recognize her from somewhere. Her dress was sexy, but more professional than slutty. It was as if she had come straight from a late night at the office. The diamond on her ring finger was at least a couple carats. This was a woman that came from money. She was very fit, and when the dress came off, I realized she had a better body than most women my age. Her breasts were perfect, small but beautiful. She proved herself to be a natural red head, but the pubic hair was closely trimmed and contained to the area above her crack. She was very kind and fun, and even though years of experience separated us, we connected and had a few laughs. She was on top the first time I entered her. Her pussy was dripping wet from her own arousal. She apparently really loved her job. She felt very loose when I first sunk into her to the hilt. The young women I had been with were much tighter. But I realized really fast that I didn't know what the hell I was talking about. She began to use those muscles to grip me: muscles in her pussy that were hardened by years of experience fucking guys like me. She milked me so well, I didn't have a chance. I came within thirty seconds, filling her pussy with about a week's worth of pent-up load. I apologized, but the Priestess just smiled and told me not to worry, she had meant to do that. We rested for a bit, then we fucked until I came two more times. With her encouragement, I took her in many positions. I came one more time in her pussy and then deposited the last, smaller one into her mouth. She stayed with me for a few hours after that. She was a great companion, better than any man could ask for from a one-night stand. I only had one weak moment, shedding a tear when I realized I would never be with a beautiful woman like this again. She smiled kindly and told me what I already knew. After my change, I would feel the same way about men, and my mind would not fall into depression because I felt I was missing out. Later I drifted off, and she left sometime in the middle of the night. I worked the next day, but I couldn't concentrate. I was a nervous wreck. People knew. Once Initiation dates were announced, it was public knowledge. Most of my coworkers were older and had already been through it. That night I slept great and woke up refreshed. That is just something weird about how my body worked. When I was the most nervous, I went to bed exhausted and slept like a rock. I cleaned up a bit at home first on the afternoon of my big day. The tiny disposable enema tip was the first thing I had ever inserted into my rectum, and I didn't like it at all. I did not want to go through with this ritual, but I just felt I would be even more humiliated if I couldn't control my bodily functions. My appointment at the facility was the standard early evening time slot. I was scared, depressed, and angry. Many men avoided this fear by having a friend do the honors after they were of age, turning them before their Initiation. Or they had experience fooling around with men before they came of age. This would not trigger the chip to change them, but oddly it was happening a lot anyway. Somehow knowing they would one day like men encouraged people to experiment more and enjoy gay sex. I drove myself. This wasn't exactly a milestone you invited your parents and friends to, although for some unfortunate reason, spectators were allowed. If they missed it, it didn't matter. Everyone's Initiation was videotaped and made publicly available, although it was shot from the front and took in the whole room, so it wasn't as invasive as a full blown porn movie at least. This was just another way we had the privilege of submitting to the power of the State. There was one facility for this per district, similar to voting precincts. Remote areas had mobile units in semitrailers and were not as convenient for the administrators or the participants. I entered the facility and signed in. This was done via fingerprints and some kind of matching to the chip in my brain; I didn't have to ever lift a pen or show identification. I then went into a holding area with the other Initiates. I was impressed. It was a nice lounge, and pretty ladies served us alcoholic beverages. There were a couple of large televisions broadcasting sporting events. There was no administrator in the room, just Initiates and the wait staff. There was only the door to get in and one on the other side to get out, and I knew there would be guards on the other side of either door. We mingled and chatted, but everyone was nervous. I knew three of the other Initiates from school, but not well. I hated that policy allowed us to be put together like this. I managed to finish one drink before we were told to pass through the door on the other side. I entered a nice locker room, and we were told by a voice through the PA system to remove all our clothes and wait. The lockers each had an LED screen, and our names were temporarily assigned. The locker number would also be our station number when we got to the next room. The room was small enough where we could see each other after we got naked, and I know the people running this show intentionally left us standing there for a while just to get used to being naked around other men. Naturally, we sized each other up. I wasn't the tallest or the most fit, but I did have defined abs, and my penis appeared to be the biggest in the room. I knew I had size anyway, because women had told me this. But I felt stupid for taking joy in this. Size didn't make the man, and soon we would all be bent over anyway. Some of the guys looked uncomfortable around other nude men. At least half were overweight and borderline obese, and I knew these boys hadn't spent much time in the school locker room for athletic practice like I had. Soon we were herded through the next single door. It was time. I knew what to expect, because the ritual hadn't changed in about fifty years. The sentry told us to go to our assigned station. Mine was number three. My lucky number. How ironic. The room was brightly lit and spacious. There were about twenty stations in a neat row. Light day, I thought to myself. There were only twelve of us. At each station was something resembling a gymnastic horse, but on a smaller scale. We would soon lean over this apparatus with our legs spread and feet touching the ground. Our torso would run along the length of the padded, slender platform, and our head would rest at the top. For now we each stood centered at the head of each station. Four women, the same that had served us drinks, came around and ensured we were standing with our feet a little more than shoulder width apart. They pointed our toes slightly in, then we each heard a small buzzing sound and light appeared in the tile below our feet. Suddenly my feet were held in place by an invisible force, and I knew I couldn't move them no matter how strong I was. A guy two stations over started cursing and flailing his arms, saying he wasn't going to do it. I thought he was an idiot. He knew this would happen, so if he was going to pitch a fit and be a rebel, why not do it in the locker room or just not show up? He settled down after about thirty seconds of looking foolish. The guy to my left was a nice looking fellow I didn't know. He rolled his eyes at me, and we exchanged a nervous smile. There was a door in front of each station. Above that a second story room with panoramic windows overlooked the Initiates. I didn't see anybody I knew. You had to be an adult to witness the ceremony. I saw at least a couple women, then a few young men, then the rest older men. A voice came over the PA system again. "I will read a brief statement from our Governor, John West. 'Gentlemen, thanks for being here today. Congratulations on meeting the qualifications for becoming an adult and citizen of your country. Today you've chosen make a sacrifice to demonstrate your love of country and help us maintain a strong population. I thank you, and I hope you enjoy your Initiation.'" Nice spin, I thought. We weren't exactly here by choice. The announcer came on again. "If any woman would like to claim one of these men as her mate, please do so now." This was the last chance for us to not be turned into homosexuals for the rest of our lives. Women chose who to marry now. Since they were about eleven percent of the population from my age group and there were twelve Initiates, I expected maybe one person to get claimed. A woman could claim in person or via remote request online. Two minutes went by. Nothing. Where was Beth? She was one of my lovers and closest friends. She had hinted that she might claim me, but that was weeks ago. That was before our fights. I hung my head in despair. It had been my fault. I had to go and cheat and fuck other women. Stupid. Finally I heard a door open. But it wasn't for me, it was station seven. I knew the guy. He was overweight, completely unpopular, and yet here was a lady coming to get him. But I also knew he came from a good family and always scored high grades. It was love, or it was her marrying well. Who knows. I recognized the lady from two years ahead of me in school. She wasn't very attractive, but she was smart, and my fellow Initiate now had a good mate. His foot restraints immediately deactivated. They smiled, kissed, and quickly left out the same door they entered. "Initiates, please move into position and prepare to submit." The women came around again to help. I leaned over my station, my balls pressed against the cushion, and slowly rested my head and let my arms dangle. A lady came by and adjusted something on the wall behind me, raising mine a couple inches so my knees were only slightly bent. Then my hands, even though still a foot off the floor, were suddenly frozen by that force again. I was bent over, my ass presented, unable to move my hands or feet. "Volunteers, please enter", the announcer said after all of us were in our positions of submission. Doors opened, and in they came, one for each station. Unlike us, these were not a random cross section of men. You had to apply for this position, and certain levels of fitness and youth were expected. They stood just inside the door, each about ten paces away from their assigned stations. They paused there for a minute, perhaps to let us get a good look at our conquerors. I was shocked to see the only black man in the room was assigned as my volunteer! What a stroke of bad luck. In our racist society, it was considered even more humiliating if a black man performed your Initiation. My Initiation Fitting in nicely with the stereotype, I could tell my Volunteer's penis was bigger than all the other ones in front of us. They were all in various stages of arousal, some fully hard. Mine was flaccid, but it was still obvious he was the biggest. The guy at station 8 had a full boner flat against his belly, but my Volunteer's cock hanging between his legs was thicker and longer. His body was flawlessly muscular, and his entire pubic region was shaved. I did not relish the idea of taking the biggest cock in the room in my ass. The race didn't bother me. I just worried what others would think. I knew none of my fellow Initiates would trade places with my unlucky ass right now. As they approached, I took a closer look at my Volunteer. I was shocked. I knew him. The same look of surprise crossed his face, and he stopped in his tracks. Neither of us said anything for two seconds, and then he proceeded, coming to my side and putting a hand on my shoulder. He leaned in and spoke close to my ear. "It's your call, I'll tell them if you want." Things were less rigid after the Volunteers entered. They interacted with their Initiates and talked, the Initiates just couldn't move much. They were at the mercy of Volunteers. So it was normal for my Volunteer to talk to me, but he did it quietly because it was against regulation for a Volunteer to know his Initiate. This was strange considering anyone could be a spectator, and we could know other Initiates. I guess the government wanted to at least not make us be molested by someone we knew. That was probably a good thing. I knew I only had seconds to decide, so I just nodded slightly. My silence told Lamar to proceed covertly and break the rules. "I'll take care of you," he said. Lamar was a year older than me, and we had been neighbors and friends through middle school and the early part of high school. We were friends because our parents didn't tell us black and white people couldn't be friends. We had each others backs and knew each other so well. But he had left the neighborhood a couple years before. I didn't know why, but I knew it wasn't for good reasons. We never spoke again. I suppose amid this stressful ritual, I just preferred a friend do it to me, but also someone I didn't have to see again every day. Lamar was perfect, minus the gigantic cock I had to somehow accept into my body. "Why couldn't you have a little dick?" I joked. He laughed. He massaged my shoulders for a minute, then ran a hand down my back until one finger pressed just at the top of my crack. Then he patted my butt cheek and squeezed gently. "You look good," he offered. "I'm attracted to you. I'm sorry you don't have these urges yet." Lamar had been taking care of himself. He was chiseled and had grown a lot. I estimated him to be about six feet and three inches tall, a few inches taller than me now. He was always smart, and despite today's racist attitudes, I could understand how he had gotten a job, been successful, and been chosen to be a Volunteer. Then he was gone from my field of view, behind me now to take his prize. I felt him gently pull my cheeks apart. I was already pretty exposed, but this made my hole even more accessible. I felt the breeze more in my most sacred spot, and I shivered with nervous energy. Then he let me go, and one hand rested on my bum. I could look backwards just a little, and he stood to the side slightly so I could see him. He was pumping his cock, and I saw it grow even more until he was fully hard. It was impressive, and it scared the hell out of me. "Oh god," I said and nervously laughed. "You got this no problem," he said. I saw Lamar lube up. He was generous with the stuff, then he squirted some of it at the top of my crack and let it ooze down into the relevant part of my anatomy. I felt a finger between my cheeks, and he pressed against my hole and ensured the area was coated. I knew that he was not allowed to finger me or do any sort of foreplay like that, nor was he permitted to have me give him oral stimulation. It was supposed to be a quick deal. Come in, lube up, fuck me, cum inside me, and leave. I looked to my left and a few people were already getting fucked. The guy who had erupted in cursing earlier was doing that shit again, and I watched with mild amusement as his Volunteer, wielding one of the smaller cocks in the room, easily shoved his cock in and began fucking him hard. The Initiate immediately stopped struggling once he was impaled and just laid there, spent and defeated. Another Initiate was complaining now while already getting fucked, whining about the pain. I wanted to yell at him to shut up, because his complaints were distracting. Admit it, move on, and be a man about it. There's nothing you can do, so just endure two minutes of discomfort. Then he was there. A large, blunt object pressed directly against my butthole. He just held it there for a while, in no rush. A gentle push. It did nothing except push my entire anus in. He repeated it several times with the same result. Then he got the tip in, just enough to open the outside of the hole a bit, but the muscles inside were clamped shut. Lamar took his time, and each rocking of his hips opened me a bit more. Now the tip was pressing and opening my muscles a little, but the head was not fully inside. I could feel how wide his head was even through it wasn't in yet, and I began to stretch and burn. "Too big, no way it will go." I muttered. "It will, trust me," he coached me. I looked around. The guy next to me began to groan, and I saw that his Volunteer was trying hard to insert his penis. The Initiate appeared to be clenching up and trying to stop him, but his fight was hopeless. His legs and hands were pinned, and his feet were turned inward a bit, making it even harder to clench his cheeks together. Sure enough, his struggle ended and the sex began moments later. I looked to the other side, and it seemed I was the last person to start. All the other Initiates where deflowered and on their way to insemination. As if reading my mind, the faceless announcer said, "Let's go, number three. Begin copulation." Lamar leaned down and said to me softly, "I'm going to penetrate now. The first push is the hardest." It really burned now. I had opened wide all the way around his head finally. He paused for a second to let me contemplate my fate, but Lamar was eager to finish the conquest. He slid in without much difficulty now that I was breached. His cock drove in deep. "Aaaaahh," I moaned softly as my body opened up to him and for the first time to anyone. He immediately pulled his cock back, slapping my ass rather hard on the withdrawal. "Whoah, slip that right in there," he said. He left the head inside me and drove forward again, this time all the way until I felt his thighs against my cheeks. His gigantic cock was balls-deep, and my days as a backdoor virgin were behind me. I felt something weird and unexpected amid my humiliation. Was it pride? I had taken the largest dick in the room no problem. I mean, it hurt like hell, but I had done it. He rested inside me for a bit before proceeding. "That feels amazing," he said. Then he began to tunnel in and out. He was slow at first. I could sense his skill as a lover. He was in control, and the pace and range of motion were consistent. Every withdrawal ended with the head of his cock wedged between the tight muscles at the front. Every thrust ended with him buried to the hilt with his hips flattening my ass cheeks. He finished the thrust in a gentle manner, not pounding into me and damaging anything. "Insemination on station seven," the announcer said. I didn't know the announcer would tell everyone when each individual act was complete. But I looked over, and sure enough his Volunteer looked spent, leaning over his Initiate for a moment before pulling his cock out. I was still fighting Lamar, but I couldn't help it. My body was on autopilot. I had no experience relaxing, so my muscles clamped down and held his cock tightly in a futile effort to expel it. This continued for at least the first few minutes. A few other stations were announced as complete. Lamar was taking his time. I sensed he could climax faster. Why was he dragging this out? But I knew the answer. It was the same as me with a woman. He wanted it to last longer because he was enjoying it. That voice again. Two more stations were complete, their Initiates inseminated, their minds turning towards a permanent change in sexual orientation. The act I was enduring didn't feel right, and it was humiliating, and it hurt the entire time. But a transformation overcame me about five minutes into my Initiation. Lamar was fucking me harder now, but the pain wasn't as bad. Finally, my body began to respond as it should. It must have been completely obvious to Lamar that I was a virgin. I could not relax and let him in easily. It wasn't that I was nervous, it's just I didn't know how. But now I could fell my internal muscles better and realized to a certain extent that I could control them. I did a kegel movement a couple times and felt myself squeeze him tighter. I bore down on him like I was trying to expel him and realized this actually relaxed everything and let him enter me easier also. I felt the muscles reflexively fire and try to contract against his intrusion, and I was able to concentrate hard and turn them off almost completely. The change was noticeable. "There you go, you're getting the hang of it, buddy." Lamar said. He began to fuck me harder. I felt most of the internal resistance gone now. His hands gripped firmly at my hips, and I heard the smacking sound as his hips flattened my butt cheeks now at a faster pace. He kept encouraging me, saying great things about how my ass felt to him with occasional dominant slaps to my behind. That feeling of odd pride grew. I didn't want to do this act to begin with, but at least I was apparently doing okay at it. Maybe I didn't know anything about fucking a man, but my dedication to fitness was paying off to appeal to him. Being a good friend to him was paying off perhaps with his ability to connect with me emotionally. I was fucking better now and had control over how at least I responded to him, and the coupling was working well. I was cooperating, and it didn't feel like a rape even though I didn't have a choice in my submission. The humiliation at being taken by a big-dicked black man was turning into pride as I watched my lame fellow initiates whine next to me as they were plundered with smaller units. I also remember how unfairly Lamar was treated growing up, and undoubtedly today also. I was glad to help lift him up by having him be the one to do my Initiation. I was glad I didn't deny him. I realized for the first time in my life I enjoyed submitting to someone else's control, even if I would prefer it to be with a woman. Being forced to do it took away my uncertainty and opened my mind. It was good to let go. In and out he probed. He gripped my hips assertively, and I felt my whole body move as he pulled me in to meet each powerful forward thrust. His cock was doing something inside me now; stimulating something deep in me that was feeling good. I couldn't deny it. My cock was rubbing the horse now as he moved me to and fro. I suddenly realized I was erect. I was enjoying this! Then it ended abruptly. He left his cock buried in me all the way for a few seconds without moving. Then he pressed it in even harder, his hips flattening my ass cheeks. He was leaning over more, and I felt his breath on the back of my neck and heard his grunts. I couldn't feel his fluids inside me, but I knew it was happening. I assumed his loads were proportionate to his testicular size, and my insides were likely being flooded. Then he was still, his cock left inserted. I looked around and realized Lamar was the last person to cum. The room was silent now. Everyone was spent and defeated. They had to rest in position for a certain amount of time to ensure quality fertilization. "The Event has happened," Lamar said softly. I just nodded. "That was amazing. You honor me by choosing me to perform this service. There's more I want to say, but I can't do it here. Come see me after your change when you're ready and let's talk," he said. I didn't fell like I had any choice at all in the matter and thought it was strange that he said I honored him, but I guess since I could have raised the flag that I knew him and got a different, whiter Volunteer, I did sort of choose that at least. "Station three complete," came the loud voice. I felt his cock slowly pull out. Something squishy followed him out and dropped to my scrotum. I wondered if it was lube or semen. Then he was gone, out the way he came, leaving me with the rest of the men still locked to our stations. I rested my head and wondered what kinds of changes were already beginning inside me. So far I felt the same. A few more minutes went by, then a couple workers came in with hoses and started spraying us off from behind. The entire room was built like a bath house, with a tile floor leaning slightly to strategically placed drains. Lubricant and various bodily fluids were sprayed off of us and then off the floor, as if to wash away evidence that this terrible ritual had ever happened. It hurt when they hosed me down. My balls had been wedged underneath and behind me somehow in Lamar's final thrusting, and it wasn't exactly a low-pressure jolt of water. The announcer started up again, congratulating us on going through the ritual. The invisible binds were suddenly gone, and we were free to stand. There were no guards anymore, just the ladies handing out towels. We were told we were free to go back to the locker room and leave at our leisure. We weren't treated as prisoners anymore, just regular people. And why not? The government had imposed its will on us already. A cascade of physiological changes had started in our bodies, and there was nothing we could do to stop it now. The exact mechanism of what was happening inside me was not publicly known. Chemical receptors of some kind at the cellular level in me were bathed in his semen and sent signals to my brain. The chip located in my frontal lobe somewhere was programmed to send messages to my brain as long as this happened when I was of age, beginning a physical transformation inside my head that would turn me gay. The changes would begin immediately, although I would be able to function normally and might not notice anything. The changes would accelerate and be "hardened off" and made permanent by first sleep. I didn't spend more time than was necessary at the facility. Everything felt loose "down there," but I wasn't dripping anything after whatever had oozed out already with Lamar's final withdrawal. My muscles seemed to have closed off enough. I desperately wanted to go to the bathroom and eliminate the semen from my body, but that urge was trumped by my desire to leave the place of my Initiation as soon as possible and put the experience behind me. I took my time getting dressed and thought all the other men had left, but then I heard a subdued greeting and turned to see the man that has been at the station next to me. He followed that up with, "Can I ask you something?" I nodded warily, and he continued, more enthusiastic now. "Did you go through the change before today? You were doing a great job of taking that fat cock, and you seemed to like it." I gave him a cold look. "No." I thought it was inappropriate for him to be talking to me at all at a time when we needed space, especially about this. But I cut him some slack, since he had gone though it as well, and everyone dealt with stress differently. "He was very skilled. He made it so it wasn't that bad." "Sorry," he said. "I thought for sure. I was bred three weeks ago by a friend that I trusted. It made today so easy." "You enjoyed it?" I asked. Now I was genuinely curious. "It was fun. But my guy was, you know," he said and paused, extending his pinky finger. He was complaining that his Volunteer had a little dick. "I'd have given anything to be getting plowed by that handsome, hung stud that you got. I've wanted to try a black guy for a long time, you just don't get the chance for that often. You are so lucky." Then he was gone before I could tell him that I would have loved to have received a smaller penis. At home, my parents didn't even talk to me; I just got a loving nod. They sensed I needed my space. It took several trips to the bathroom, and even then I wasn't sure if all the viscous fluid had been purged. I had weird feelings of anger and revulsion at myself, but they slowly faded over the next few hours. I took a long shower, and then admired myself in the mirror. I took a closer than usual look at my penis. I was always happy with it, because while not as huge as Lamar, I was well above average. But now I admired not only the size, but enjoyed looking at the shape also, and I enjoyed just feeling it in my hand. I had a nice semi going, not hard, but it still felt full in my hand. I admired my physique from the front for a few minutes, appreciating how I looked and all the hard work that went into that. I turned and looked at my ass. The muscles were full and strong; I definitely didn't have a feminine look. My butt changed shape slightly as my stance chanced, the muscles rippling beneath the surface. The sides had concave spots when I flexed from all my strength training and other athletics. I spread and bent over just a little, and I could barely see the hole concealed within my muscular cheeks. I wasn't put off or anything like I normally would be. I was drawn to it, and felt a weird attraction to my butt. I was confused. I knew the change had begun at this point. I had an urge to step out of my own body and sink my cock into my ass. I wondered hopefully if I would lean toward being a "top" as most converts did. I viewed that as less of a departure from my previous state. I added a bit more light and bent over in front of the full length mirror and took a better look at the tight hole between the cheeks for the first time in my life. I spread and noticed the cute, crinkled flesh radiating outward from the hole in the middle. It seemed so small and tight, the lines converging into a tiny point. I couldn't believe Lamar's enormous rod had fit inside there. But as I looked closer and spread the cheek more, I noticed a thin, vertical line at the center. It opened a bit when I spread my cheeks, and I wondered if it looked that way before my African plowing. "Good job, buddy," I said as I remembered Lamar. I had certainly been fucked more thoroughly than most anal virgins. My butt was still a little sore, but I didn't feel loose anymore. I awoke the next day feeling just about like any other day. The muscles at the entrance to my ass were a little sore, but like a hangover, the pain was gone by lunch time. Only my pride was hurt permanently. I had been taken against my will, a victim of state-sponsored homosexual rape. Oddly, my resentment over the incident was fading, and more surprisingly, I didn't care that it was. I didn't even think the experience was that bad now. Lamar did enjoy it, after all. What the hell is the matter with me? Where's the fire? I put the thought out of my mind. I left my parents' house after lunch and headed over to Beth's. She had called in the morning in tears. We talked on her porch with semi-privacy as her dad mowed the yard. Single family homes were less common these days, and their family had to move pretty far from the city to afford the place. "I can't believe it's done. Why did you let them do it? You know I wanted to be with you!" I softly corrected her. "I didn't know. You've been upset with me." I didn't add that it was because I had been an asshole for a while now, and had slept with her friend, and not to mention a bunch of women that weren't her friends. That was all true. Now I felt shame and a bit of annoyance. There was a double standard here of course, but I didn't make the rules. Beth had been passed around a lot at school, adored by so many men with so few women to compete for attention. But she expected me to be loyal. But I wasn't only her favorite fuck. We'd been friends since we were in diapers. She had wanted to save me. She came back from vacation a day late. What was I to do now? My Initiation "And it's permanent?" "You know the answer to that," I said. "Do you feel... different?" I looked closer at Beth and pondered it. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were engaging and beautiful. She wasn't captain of the cheerleading team, but instead she was always on the field or the court as the star, whether scoring goals or baskets. She was still a bit of a socially awkward nerd despite her athleticism, so she wasn't the most popular girl in school, but I had always thought she was the hottest. Many men had fucked her, and they all raved about not just her body, but also her skills and great personality. She really was the total package. The top she was wearing at that moment was not designed to show cleavage, but her breasts were large enough to force the issue. She had left off her bra, and she kept leaning down slightly, "accidentally" showing me most or all of her breasts. She had on her finest jeans to showcase her athletic ass. Her long black hair was styled nicely. She had paid attention to detail preparing for my visit. Yet I felt no attraction for her. Something was definitely changing. I could tell she was beautiful; that part of my reasoning was left intact. But my hormones didn't respond to her like they normally did. As if to emphasize that, she reached across and rubbed my cock through my pants. Nothing. She cried softly. I noticed her father out of the corner of my eye and was relieved when Beth removed her hand from my crotch. But then I looked closer. I noticed Mr. Sandborn was quite fit considering he was pushing 50. He had some gray hair, but it made him look more mature to go with his good looks and nice build. I certainly had never noticed before. My eyes drifted to his crotch. He was wearing baggy shorts as he mowed the grass, but as he moved, the fabric folded and creased in different places, revealing the true contours and size of what was beneath. He was packing something big. Finally, my cock began to grow, but it wasn't because of Beth. I was embarrassed, and I muttered something about being sorry and bolted off. Men traditionally got a week off of work or school after their Initiation. The next day was Sunday, and I spent it alone at home. I felt no anger like I thought I would. Instead I spent a lot of time touching myself, not getting off, just stroking gently and admiring. I spent more time looking in the mirror, appreciating my body and the hard work that went into making it look so good. I never really stopped to appreciate it before; I just made it look good so I could make other people like me. I shaved down there, all around, for the first time, and I loved how my genitalia looked larger and more clean and enjoyable now. Most men did this I heard, but I had never bothered. Not only did it look good, it felt incredible. I loved how the smooth, bare flesh felt as I explored with my touch. I knew what I had to do. There was only one person that would understand. As if my new urges weren't enough, the change also spiked your hormones for about a week, and I was feeling the effects. I needed some release. I sent the message from the chip inside my head to the display and gave it instructions. Lamar's face appeared a few seconds later. He appeared to be in his living room on a couch. He asked how I was doing. "It's happening for sure. I'd like to see you, what do you think?" He smiled. "I was hoping you'd reach out to me. You want to come now?" I nodded. "Address on screen. I'll be here." I parked a few blocks away from the high rise building Lamar lived in. I was in stealth mode. Being Initiated by a black man was thought by society to be more degrading, but at least it was out of my control. But voluntarily seeking out and having relations with a black man was very taboo and could really hurt my chances for promotions at work, ruin my social circles, and in general taint me forever. "Going black" was a kink, and one best kept to yourself. I thought this was blatantly unfair, but again, I didn't make the rules. It also seemed inexplicable given the fact that most black women chose white men as mates, and society accepted the women fine. But there was a darker reason lurking beneath that acceptance. Black was being bred out of the gene pool, and the black women that chose white mates were doing their part. Fortunately, housing wasn't that segregated. I blended in well among the various inhabitants that I saw in the lobby and near the elevators. Lamar lived somewhere among the middle floors in a modest one-bedroom place. The building was quite dilapidated. Lamar had a good job, but the real estate market was tight due to overpopulation and diminishing housing resources. I gave a soft knock as to not draw attention to myself. Lamar barely opened the door and motioned me in, sensitive to the situation and reserving his greeting until behind closed doors. Once in, I quickly took in my surroundings. While the building was old, he had gone to some trouble to ensure his place was tidy and modern, and I felt right at home. He put his arm on my shoulder and gave me a warm smile. "I'm glad you came," he said. "Can I get you a beer?" "Definitely," I said. I was nervous, and the drink would help. We settled on his couch. "Why don't we catch up a bit. It's been so long since I've seen you," I said. We put down two beers each as we caught up. I hadn't seen Lamar for almost four years, and he told me about his other high school and brought me up to speed on his job. We did college on our own time these days, with a full time job commencing immediately with rare exception. We were workers for the State first to contribute to productivity, and we were students second to improve ourselves for better work. Lamar's exit from my neighborhood was pretty rough it turns out. His was the only minority family in our entire building. He had no idea who donated the eggs and had been his biological mother, but two black men had raised him, and at least he was in a two-parent household. "You have no idea how much your friendship meant, you reaching across racial lines like that," he said. "I didn't even think about that. We were younger," I replied. I could tell he meant it, and I realized I was looking into his eyes and connecting, as if this was a date. He was handsome and had a great build, and I knew I was attracted to him. I had always known he looked good, but it didn't move me before. Now I was drawn to him. I felt my cock jerk a little in my pants. I wasn't hard, but it was swelling and noticeable against my tight clothes. I didn't even realize until now I had my hand on his shoulder. We were sitting side by side on the couch, but I was turned to him, my knee pressed against his thigh. There was a pause in the conversation after the last remarks, and I realized I was looking between his legs. He had been wearing a robe since I arrived, and it was parted and showing most of his legs. There was a shadow, and I peered to the side without realizing it to try to see into it and find his penis. He laughed. "What are you looking for?" he teased playfully. Apparently small talk was over. I paused for a while, not wanting to rush the sex talk or the act itself. Then I went on the offensive. "So, I mean, are you primarily a top? I guess so since you're a Volunteer." "Yeah," he said. This was an important and common question. With adult society almost all gay now, coupling was not an issue. We dated, we loved, we did what any couple would do. But sexual compatibility was a whole different thing, and many struggled. I had read that years ago when people were gay only naturally, most leaned towards the bottom. But something in the way the program in the chip acted on your brain, most men adopted the traditional role of their heterosexual past, which meant basically they did the insertion and weren't comfortable receiving anal. These men were versatile only to the extent it had to be done to make the relationship work. He continued since I wasn't speaking up about my own desires. "Did you detect that I was a little bi-curious even before the Change?" "No!" I said, genuinely surprised. He nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I loved women too, and had a few of them back in the day. But it was you who first made me think." "No way," I said. "Maybe it was because you were a good friend. You were also so damn cute. But I definitely remember, back when I barely understand any of these urges, I definitely wanted to fuck you." I knew I was turning red; I couldn't help it. But this was the new me, and I was flattered knowing I had turned him on. "I am about eighty twenty," he continued, meaning eighty percent top. "I actually only practice as a top. I only got fucked once, which was my Initiation," he said. "And he was tiny." He laughed. "I can't imagine what you went through." "You're a big boy," I assured him, smiling. "I'm good now, but I was sore even through this morning." The reminder of my Initiation, which as it was for everyone was against my will, darkened the mood for a moment. "How are you, are you okay?" That was an open-ended question. I knew what he meant. Was I upbeat or depressed? Did he have to hurt me then, and did I still hurt now? Was I angry with him? "I'm good," I said, and gave him a sincere smile. "It had to be done. I'm not angry at anyone now. And by the way, it's working. I'm very turned on by you," I said. "Can you be more specific? I'd receive for you," he said. "In fact, I'd bottom for you, but probably nobody else. You're not just another guy. I think I'd even like it, and you deserve it if it's what you want." I knew he was putting himself out there now. But I also knew he was an alpha male, and a natural top. But I decided to play off this a bit. "Well, I don't know. Let's see it, show me your butt," I said. "I only saw your front the other day." Lamar paused just for a second, then seemed very happy at the idea of showing his body. I remained on the couch to observe, and he stood in front of me, then faced away. He hiked his robe up over his butt, leaning over just slightly. The ass in front of me was perhaps as good as it could get. He was very fit like me, and that combined with his exotic, dark complexion appealed to me greatly. "Very nice," I said. "Turn, please." He faced me and stepped forward into my personal space, his crotch only a foot or so away. I looked up at him and grinned, then eagerly pulled the drawstring to his robe and watched it fall open and to the sides. The unit in front of me gave off a sense of immense power and manhood. He was so big, even when he wasn't aroused. The area was heavily manicured, shaved bare to emphasize his size. There was no stubble. He had even shaved since he fucked me two days before. I felt so lucky to have this opportunity to enjoy it. I'm not sure how I hadn't noticed during my Initiation, but Lamar was uncircumcised. He was starting to swell, but his penis still hung down and was flaccid. The foreskin completely covered the large head. This was definitely a sign of being in the lower class. In our society, it was a sign of humanity's primitive beginnings. But I loved it and thought it was a beautiful work of art. It only made me want to fuck him more. The same cock that had already bred me was still intact as nature had intended. I couldn't hide my enthusiasm as I reached out and gently clasped the shaft. It was so warm and full. He filled my hand with extra length on top of and below my grip, and he wasn't even hard. I pumped it gently twice, enjoying the feel of the extra skin sliding up and down the shaft. Then I pushed my grip to the base, retracting his foreskin and exposing the brown head. I was suddenly hungry for him. This urge was almost uncontrollable. I leaned down, opening wide to take the head into my mouth. I slid down the shaft greedily, moving my hand at the right time to take as much into my mouth as possible. Already there was too much length for me to handle, and I couldn't get him all the way in. I held him there for a few seconds, and each beat of his heart pumped more blood into the hardening shaft. I cupped his balls with the other hand as I slid my grip up and down. He rested his hand on my head and moaned his approval. In four strokes, he was up. The head was spongy and the skin to the shaft soft, but I felt the rock hard member beneath. His erection quality was superb. His balls felt heavy in my hand compared with what I was used to. It was more evidence of his potency. His smell was neutral with a slight must to it. I had no idea what that smell even really was until I had Lamar in my mouth, then it all made sense. My lips smacked as I let the unit flop out of my mouth. I smiled at him. I suddenly felt very aware of my butt. I clenched the muscles guarding my hole, and I felt something tingle inside me. Perhaps it was an itch, created by my subconscious mind as it dealt with new cravings and sensed nearby what would satisfy them. I felt empty. I desperately needed him inside me. Lamar didn't say anything. He was being respectful and letting me sort things out in my head at my own pace. But everything was clear now, and I understood my purpose. I was both surprised and happy. "I didn't know for sure until you whipped it out, but now I am a hundred percent sure of my desires." Lamar was smiling and letting me finish, but he already knew. "I want to submit to you. Will you fuck me again?" I hated labels. But I was definitely a bottom. Lamar adjusted his shoulders a bit, and the over-sized robe slid off. He was completely naked now, and I enjoyed seeing his entire muscular frame, including his flat stomach and those broad shoulders. "Bedroom," he said. I nodded. I already had my shoes off, and the rest of my clothes came off quickly. I really wanted to be naked, but it still felt weird. We had been friends growing up, not lovers. The only time we had seen each other naked, we were being forced. I was being forced. He wanted to fuck me. But Lamar's encouragement helped, especially when my briefs came off. "Nice look," he said when he saw that I had shaved it bare. "It looked so good on you, I had to try," I said. Lamar steered me to the bed. I was an inexperienced lover, at least with men, so he took charge. He said he wanted to pamper me a bit since I didn't get any foreplay at my Initiation. I was face down on the bed, and Lamar spent a few minutes giving me a nice massage, starting with my tense shoulders, then moving to the lower back. He skipped my butt, opting for my legs before finally massaging my cheeks. His compliments about my body, in particular my butt, really helped. None of my female lovers from high school had objectified me this way, and it felt great since the words were positive. He pulled the cheeks apart a couple times, and I knew he was examining my nest between them. But he made no move to take it to the next level. "Turn over," he said. He added a large pillow under my tush, and I spread my legs slightly, ready for him to fuck me. But Lamar was going to make me wait. He smiled as he stayed to my side and gripped my cock and began pumping it slowly. I was already semi-hard, and his stroking got me to full mast in seconds. "I really like your dick," he said. "Nice look and a great size." "Not quite as big as yours," I said. He laughed. "This is actually the biggest one besides my own that I've touched. You're bigger than any men I've been with, even the black guys." "Don't be racist," I joked. I moaned as Lamar transferred my penis to his other hand and used the first to cup my balls gently. I relaxed my head on the other pillow. Clearly he was in no rush. Finally, the hand on my balls began to explore lower, finger tips pressing against my perineum. I spread my legs and lifted them, bending them back at the knee. I felt my hole exposed to cool air, completely spread for him. I reached between my legs and pushed his hand gently lower, smiling. I felt a finger press against the hole. My body tingled in response. My cock jerked and hardened a bit more. He left it there, teasing me, smiling. Then it was gone, and Lamar pulled a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer. He put a couple drops of the thick liquid on his middle finger, then returned it to between my legs. It was cool at first, and I felt him slowly working the pad of the finger in a circular motion to warm the gel and spread it. I felt the forward pressure. He stopped when he felt my tight muscles, the tip already in a bit. He paused, then I felt myself relax, and he pushed the entire digit in my butt. I grunted and closed tight around him. "So tight," he said. "That's what did it for me yesterday. I could barely hold my load from the first thrust." His finger began to slowly tunnel in and out. Today was very different from yesterday, I could already tell. My muscles relaxed quickly, and the probing felt very good. "You're learning. You opened for me and didn't fight it." I nodded. "I'm very willing today, that's for sure." A few minutes went by as Lamar let me get used to penetration on my own terms this time. I appreciated that so much. After a while, I was dying to have more size. He added more lube, and this time inserted two fingers in me and stroked my rock hard cock again with his free hand. Precome appeared at the tip. He curled his fingers a bit, going for my prostate maybe, and then to my surprise he lowered his head and took my cock in his mouth. I almost spewed my load right there! I could have released if I'd wanted to, and I was grateful that I had good control over my ejaculation. He just gave me two bobs of the head, then looked up and smiled. "I almost came," I said. I love how this feels." "Do you want more?" he asked. I gazed from his confident smile down to the beautiful hunk of meat between his legs. I reached over and clasped the hard member again. "I want this," I said. "Perfect. Do you want to ride me to start, so you can control the insertion? I'm going to take my time and fuck you right." I did, and soon Lamar was on his back, with me in control this time. I took the bottle of lube and applied it generously to his entire length. I climbed aboard, straddling the powerful man and feeling his thick unit pressed against the bottom side of mine, our balls intermingling. I knew the slippery gel was spreading to my cheeks and all over, but neither of us cared. I was dying to fuck him, but once I was on top and knew I was going to get what I wanted, I wasn't in a rush. I took my time running my hands along his chest and muscles, looking into his handsome face. None of this stuff would have meant anything to me days before, yet today I noticed. I hadn't considered how I might ride someone's cock before and wasn't sure of the position, but the correct way to do it turned out to be instinctual. Instead of lifting my whole body up to the top of his long penis, I adjusted my body forward and reached around to clasp the large unit just behind the head. God, he felt huge. I was impressed I was able to take him the day before. Were it not for that, I would have been very apprehensive. I only had to lift the member slightly, angled towards my front, and I pushed my butt back to meet him. It was cool to see his face this time while he entered me instead of me being bent over and helpless. I fitted him at my entrance and pushed back. Unlike the day before, this time I was a little warmed up, and the tip slipped right in and began to open my muscles. It would still take some work to get around the impossibly large head though. I rocked back and forth, similar to how he did when he took my virginity. On the fifth or so push back, the head was almost in. I stopped this time and waited a few seconds, then bore down hard and pushed, opening around him fully. Stretching. Burning as my ass protested. But it wasn't as bad as last time. I was learning, and I knew I could do this. He moaned, his cock-head fully enveloped and squeezed by the tightest part of me. My Initiation But I didn't descend and take him into my body. I let the head plop out again. I felt in control, a bottom, but dictating everything. I wanted to tease him. He groaned in frustration as his cock slapped his belly. I was smiling though, and he knew something was up. I reached back and brought his cock to my hole again, feeling the tip slip inside just a bit. I held him there. I spoke softly to him. "They say there are two types of Volunteers, those that like taking men against their will, and those that do it more for the Initiates, making it as easy as possible on them. Which are you?" He sensed I didn't want bullshit, and I wouldn't judge him. "Both," he said. "You like seeing the virgins tremble, their bodies unable to cope with your size? They don't want it, but you fuck them anyway, forcing this big cock into them?" "Yes." "Did you feel that way about me?" I bore down and took his head fully again and released him, but I kept him close this time, my weight holding his cock on target. "Did it turn you on to fuck me, to break in another virgin, breed him, and make him want you forever?" "Yes," he said. "When I saw it was you, I was dying to Initiate you. And I sure as hell didn't want anyone else doing it. I'd wanted to fuck you for a long time and knew I could do it better than anyone. If you had turned me away, I would have been so disappointed. Why did you let me do it? You could have had someone you didn't know, someone with a smaller dick." I paused before answering. My ass still teased the head, refusing to allow more of him inside me. We both were dying to feel the coupling; his cock filling me, my warmth embracing him. But I held off, and he didn't complain. The longer it took for me to slide down his cock, the better it would be for us both. I moved closer and leaned into him, whispering almost as our faces are closer. "My family is rich. I'm white. Did that turn you on more? Did that help you enjoy it when you deflowered me with that giant cock, then spanked me." I smiled to let him know we could be open about our fantasies and prejudices, whichever came into play. "Yes. You?" he replied. I nodded. "If I'm what you wanted, then you deserved it." "You don't think less of me?" he asked, knowing the answer. I just smiled and shook my head no, enjoying the sensations in my ass as I opened around his head again, this time ready to take him. I was so glad he had been the one to Initiate me and that he loved doing it so much. He respected me and cared for my well-being as my old best friend, that I knew. But he also desired me immensely, not just my mind, but my physical form. There was a darkness and lust that drove him with me, and knowing he couldn't be denied, that he had taken me for his pleasure because it's what he wanted and the law permitted it, indeed was a huge turn on for me. I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips, the only one we'd have that day. I felt it an appropriate way to begin the sex. The last time I had been fucked, as soon as Lamar was at this point, he drove it home, perhaps to get the discomfort over with as soon as possible. Not this time. I wanted to feel every millimeter of his penetration and savor it. I pushed back slowly, transferring my hand from his cock back to the bed in front when he was lodged firmly inside and I knew it wouldn't fall out. Every depth of insertion brought different sensations. It felt slightly different when the head was just about to pry me apart versus when I was completely dilated around him. Then he slid in further, the large cock pulling my flesh in with it for a second before I got my equilibrium and let him pass. Further in he went, and even though I had less sensitivity past my tight entrance, I felt the head push its way in and open each inch of me. I looked into his eyes and enjoyed the unmistakable look of pleasure on his face as his cock was enveloped by my tight squeeze. I'm sure he saw right into my soul and knew what I was feeling: a desperate need to be filled and be one with him, but still overwhelmed at the monumental task of taking all of him. I was grimacing, but this was one of the most amazing moments of my life. Almost there. It felt stuck. I leaned a little more upright, gave it a slight wiggle, and pushed again. Success. My butt rested on his thighs. I'd conquered all of him. I rested for a second. I wanted to be open to him. This was my purpose now; he needed to fit comfortably. This wasn't just kinky sex. The man beneath me mattered. He wasn't just anyone. He was the guy I grew up with. I had his back and he had mine. He was the one that broke me and made me ready for this moment. I resisted an urge to kiss him again. The transformation in my head was completing, but I just wasn't ready for that level of intimacy. It would come in time. I settled for lowering my torso slightly and putting my hand behind his head to be closer to his handsome face. I began to lift off him, loving the sensation of his cock pulling out of me. I didn't let him escape, skillfully lowering myself when the head got near my entrance. I didn't want to have to shut and open the door completely again until I was stretched out more. The rhythm was very slow at first. It wasn't like last time, but it was still uncomfortable to have him in me. His cock was so big, he dilated me more than I was naturally designed. But I also loved the overstuffed feeling, which added to the mental thrill of my submission to him. And it was a different kind of hurt now. I viewed it simply as a sign of welcomed surrender, a sign of giving my body to him to use as he saw fit. He belonged inside me, and I'd sacrifice to get him there. Already it was working. I was relaxing, and my motions were becoming easier. I lifted a little higher now, amazed at how much sensitivity I had near the front of my tunnel. I seemed to be able to feel every contour of his head as he passed between my tight muscles, almost all the way out, but not quite. Then I pushed back just a little. There was enough relaxation now where I could experiment. I contracted my muscles, embracing the sensitive area just behind the head. He moaned. "Is this good for you? I know I'm going slow still," I asked. His thoughts mirrored mine perfectly. "Hell yes. Your ass feels amazing, and I can feel it better this way." I picked up the pace a little now. It was starting to feel really good. The dull ache would never leave, but it was overpowered by pleasure and only turned me on more anyway. I wasn't even thinking about my own penis until Lamar clasped it. I was still fully hard. He pumped it slowly, and I emitted something between a groan and a joyous laugh. It wasn't just front and back now. I gyrated my hips in a circular motion. I alternated with my torso close to his then straight up. I loved feeling him spear me at different angles, each bringing with it slightly different pleasure. I'd seen a few drops of precome from my own cock now, and I knew if I let myself, I would spew all over him. I needed to hold back. We weren't even close to being done. I reached up to grab his headboard then moved off my knees to instead squat with my feet pressed on the bed. I continue to ride him, but now I worked my muscles more, squeezing him at what I thought were the right times as he probed me. He didn't say anything, he just nodded. I knew it was working. Our experience seemed to last forever, but I knew it had only been a few minutes. I went back to my knees, straddling him. I leaned forward and put my head next to his, enjoying that manly smell as I let him rest inside me for a moment. I felt like a bottom; that's what I knew my calling was to be. But I had my needs, and I wasn't scared to make demands. I turned slightly, speaking in a whisper since I was right next to his ear. "Take me like you did yesterday. Hard. I'm ready for it." I leaned up slightly, looking into his eye now. He nodded. "Definitely." In his first big display of strength, he grabbed my hips and lifted my muscular body off his cock and led me to a spot next to him on the bed. "On the floor. Face that mirror," he said. I complied eagerly and didn't have to wait long. Lamar was behind me, and this time his penis plunged balls-deep without any resistance. I immediately fell in love with the full-length mirror in front of me. Both of us were men and therefore turned on visually, and it was so erotic to see my face in sexual bliss and surrender, while the powerful man behind me, glistening in sweat and rock hard muscles, plowed me. It was doggie style, just like my defloration, but this was so different. I was willing; a submissive but equal partner. Not in the shock of being in chains and it being my first time, now I noticed more detail. Lamar changed his angle and tempo as the sex wore on. I was amazed at how he gripped my hips and seemed to effortlessly move me. I was well built and over 200 pounds, but I truly felt my lover was physically dominant. "I'm going to cum soon. You are too good at this," he said. "Where do you want me to finish?" There was no question. Urges that didn't exist hours ago manifested themselves now with perfect clarity. "I want to taste you." There was little background noise, so the loud "whap, whap" sounds of his hips slamming into my ass cheeks spoke to how hard and deep he was fucking me. He kept that up for a while, but then his tempo slowed. He said he was close. I felt more pressure at the bottom of my tunnel. He was pressing into me and down, slowly working the sensitive underside of his long cock. He began to pull out all the way with each stroke, pausing for a second before slowly boring back in. I was completely relaxed now, and I felt myself wide open after he pulled out, the air tickling me inside before he stuffed me full of cock again. "Am I gaping?" I asked. "Oh yeah, hugely," he said. Other than his ejaculation later, I felt this was one of the best indicators of my submission to him. My body was ravaged and used, stretched so much by his huge size. I had learned through necessity how to relax my entrance like never before and open to my full potential. The muscles had been traumatized and tested, but I knew they would return stronger. I worried his presence would remain with me forever, my ass a loose and hanging open. But later with experience and more training I would learn the real truth: I was both looser when I needed to be and tighter when it mattered. I acted. I wanted to finish him also on my terms, not as a passive recipient of his gift. I was more in tune with what I could control down there now, and I concentrated and was able to feel exactly where his head was throughout each thrust. I tried to time my contractions and give him extra stimulation when I thought he needed it, especially gripping his shaft in a fluttering movement when the top third of his cock passed my muscles. He was already close, but I helped him get over the top. "Yep, that's the way," he said. "I can't hold it anymore. Turn now." His cock slid out of my ass for the final time. Lamar had already adjusted his position from being on his knees while fucking me in doggie to standing and hovering over me for more power. When I turned to face him, his cock was already near my face as I stayed on my knees. I wasn't really sure what to do, so I just acted like any of my favorite porn stars and opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out while he gripped his cock in front of me. If he wanted to shove it in my mouth, that was fine. If he wanted to watch it splash on my face and into my mouth, that was fine too. He opted for the latter. I was amazed at his control. I knew he was at his point of no return, but he seemed to not be in a rush. He confidently gripped his cock and brought it into position with the head just at the tip of my outstretched tongue. Then he pumped it slowly twice, and suddenly the first copious volley erupted out and hit the back of my mouth, coating the length of my tongue. I had no time to think before the next three spurts filled my mouth, angled slightly different as to coat my cheeks. The fluid rapidly pooled into my mouth, and I swallowed once to make room for more. This was my first taste of semen. The smell was very strong, kind of like ammonia. The taste was totally different and more of a slightly sweet taste. I loved taking his load. It wasn't the taste so much as just the mental aspect of swallowing his essence, or finishing the job that I had started. I had done the work to coax out his load, so it was both my responsibility and privilege to receive it. I knew Lamar's load were proportionate to the size of his balls based on the amount that had been ejaculated into me during my Initiation, but it sure seemed like more of it when I was swallowing him. He pushed the penis a little further so the large head was just outside my lips as he finished convulsing. My tongue teased the ridge of the head on the bottom. The remaining spunk oozed out into my mouth as his pressure died down. Then he milked up the length, a final yellowish-white glob appearing at the slit on the tip. I sucked at the tip of his cock, twirling my tongue over the slit to bring the final emissions into my mouth. Then he backed up and smiled as I swallowed again. The load was a sticky mess inside my mouth. He left a sticky film everywhere. I knew I would taste him for a while after we parted, and that was just fine. Lamar and I got back on the bed and relaxed for a while. We made small talk, enjoying the afterglow. I had kept my erection throughout the experience all the way up to the grand finale, and now it faded to a comfortable semi. After a few minutes while Lamar worked through his refractory period, he offered to get me off. I told him I needed a break, and wasn't sure I'd even need it. Then I asked the question that had been in my heart for a while. "So what now? I mean, I know I can't hog you myself since you have other Initiations and are in demand in your personal life, but will I get a repeat fuck?" "I hope so, because that ass gets better every time I tap it. Well, did you enjoy it?" he asked rhetorically. "Yeah. I can't imagine anyone doing me better. You owned me. You were thorough, and oh my god you are so big! Nobody else can fill me like that, and that is what I want every time now. Every man that goes after you will be a let down. The bar is set too high." He laughed. "It might not seem like it here, but you're the one in demand. Nowadays there are more guys like me and less good bottoms like you. And you're the best one I've fucked." "Bullshit," I said, a little bit of genuine modesty showing through. "But thanks for that." "Come back soon. I want to be with you again. Go put yourself out there and have fun also, I won't get jealous and would enjoy hearing about it." We were both propped up on our elbows facing each other. I couldn't resist the urge to reach out and clasp Lamar's cock again. He had taken a restroom break and rinsed off all the lube, but the ample skin flowed up and down his uncircumcised shaft easily. "May I?" I asked. "I just want to feel it one more time before I go." He nodded appreciatively. "You're hard again," he said. I looked down, and sure enough, I had gone to full mast just talking about sex and touching his penis again. I really needed some release. He had the lube nearby, and he brought it out and worked some of it on my penis. "Let me get you off," he said. I nodded. His skilled hands already had me close after all the foreplay of getting fucked. Then suddenly he took his hands off me. He rolled over to his stomach and turned his head to the side facing me. "Lay on top of me for a minute," he said. I had no idea what Lamar was doing, but I happily straddled him. His ass felt great beneath my cock. I moved my hips around reflexively, grinding my slippery erection all over his nether regions. He was pushing his butt back also. He spread his legs to shoulder width, then a bit more. I noticed he had a pillow under his crotch already, raising his butt higher and making it more accessible. Before I lay on him completely, I slid back a bit and took another look at his nice ass. The cheeks quivered slightly from my movement. There was a slight gap with his spread legs, and between those perfect ebony cheeks I saw a glimpse of the darker, more inviting target between them. I settled onto him and pressed my face against his. He grabbed my hand that was over his head, and surprised me with his request. "You're going to put it in me to finish, okay?" "Seriously?" I said. "It's about time I tried it, and I can't think of a better guy to do it with. Let me finish you off like this. Get it in quick. Don't you dare refuse me." He was ready, and I knew he needed no lingering preparation. He wanted my cock immediately. It was a little weird, because I was definitely more of a receptive bottom now. I knew that. But this was still doable. I wasn't sure why, but I didn't wait to sort it all out on my head. I pressed against his ass and slowly pushed forward. I realized this position would work well. I leaned a little forward to angle my cock down some, and I passed his entrance with little difficulty. He gave a marvelous groan as I sunk inside. It was heavenly. So tight, it was nothing like any women I had been with. The entrance gripped me like a vice, but after that he was wide open. The muscles formed a tight ring that slid down the length of my shaft. "Wow, now that is big," he said. "That's good for me too, damn," I grunted in his ear. "Cum for me," Lamar said. I was very aroused, and now I knew why. It wasn't the traditional mentality of the top. It was knowing this man was spreading his cheeks and going to extra mile for me. I knew he would only do that for someone he cared about and respected. Here was the stud of all studs, the big-dicked black guy that had initiated over a hundred people, asking me to fuck him in the ass. He'd never asked anyone to fuck him before until now. My first thrust made it to the hilt. I followed it up with only about five more thrusts, and that was enough. I didn't want to hold it anyway, because I knew Lamar wanted me to cum. I shuddered as I buried my cock deep and emptied myself into him. Author's note: Thanks for taking the time to read. Please comment. Which act turned you on the most? Our first time together for the Initiation, or later with some experience behind me? My Initiation by Mistress Melanie Mistress Melanie had called me to come for initiation at 8 o'clock one Saturday morning. I dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt. I didn't take any underwear or put on socks in my sports shoes as I had learnt from other mistresses that I had to get naked as quickly as possible, for some even before ringing the doorbell. The heavy front door was opened by a beautiful young lady with a welcoming but at the same time arrogant look, which immediately made me to feel inferior. She was elegantly dressed in long black silky trousers and gold very high heeled shoes. Her tight silky top clung to her body clearly showing that she was naked underneath. The nipples stood out proudly and when she turned around I could see the upward curve of her firm breasts in profile. It was a sight that immediately gave me a reaction in my groin. She didn't bother with any kind of introduction. She just said: "Follow me", and led me upstairs. We came into a big room obviously used as an artist’s studio and workshop with paintings, some half finished, along the walls. Many of them were of nude men, some even with full erections. She led me to a small podium in the centre of the room and ordered me to stand on the one side of it. She mounted the podium herself, took hold of my top and pulled it off over my head. She then stood on the floor immediately in front of me and without a word, took off my shoes. Then in the most natural way, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and pulled down my jeans. I was left standing there, completely naked and exposed in front of this sexily dressed woman. I felt totally humiliated as I looked down to see my penis on the rise. She took a step back and let her eyes move slowly up and down my naked body taking in every detail. “Spread your legs open!” she ordered. “And put your hands on your head.” I obeyed, and then she walked around inspecting me from every angle as the stirring between my legs became more evident. I knew that if she kept this up I’d soon have a full erection. Things got worse as she slowly and lightly ran both hands up over my chest and down my sides ending up half way down my thighs. She stepped back again and her eyes wandered all over me. “Mmmm I like your body Max. Just remember that from now on it all belongs to me. You are to be totally mine. I own you body and mind and you are to do exactly as I say.” “Yes mistress,” I replied in rather a croaky voice. She stepped close to me again and very deliberately slid one hand under my testicles cupping them firmly in her palm. Then she took my hardening penis in her other hand and gave it a slight squeeze. “Yes, I ike your nicely rounded testicles. I like the way they hang. I can see your penis is getting aroused and erect. Your testicles are becoming even more exposed now it’s rising. Yes, I like that - everything between your legs totally exposed to my eyes.” Finally she said: "Make your penis fully erect!" I started to jerk myself, still with one hand on top of my head and soon I was up to a good erection. But it didn't seem to be enough for Mistress Melanie because she took a steady grip on me and worked it so hard that I nearly came. When she was happy with the size she pressed my erection upwards against my stomach and made a slight mark on my stomach with a pen. Then she pressed my erection downwards and made another mark. She took out a measuring tape and measured the distance between the two marks. “Right,” she half muttered to herself. “I’ll take a bit off that measurement and that should do the trick. Just wait there till I get back.” She disappeared through a door at the side of the room and I had to stand there naked for almost an hour before she returned with two white pieces of clothing. First there was a pair of small, tight shorts made from a very lightweight material and without any lining. When she put them on me they were so short that I immediately knew an erection would result in the top of my penis either sticking out of the top or down the one leg. My tip would be fully visible. Then she put my top on - a T-shirt that didn't even reach down to my navel. She suddenly took my shorts down and made me fully erect again, then pulled them up and looked satisfied when she saw that the whole head of my penis was sticking out of the top of the shorts. After this she put her hand in from the bottom through the leg of the shorts and drew my penis down until, predictably, the whole head was visible down my leg. She lightly stroked the tip of my erection with three fingers; a look of pleasure spread over her face. “Yes. That’s your size. That’ll do nicely!” She finally showed me a marking on both pieces of clothing saying MMM. "This stands for: Mistress Melanie's Max and shows that you are totally owned by me. Always remember that!" The whole thing was very humiliating but as a submissive character I, feeling rather ashamed of myself, enjoyed it. Mistress Melanie stepped back to survey me once again. She smiled slightly. “Yes. That’s taken up quite a bit if time but you now have your slave boy’s uniform. You will wear it every time you come here. You will leave your shoes outside the front door.” She handed me a small key. “Come with me. I’m giving you a small locker in my gym. The first thing you will do on arriving here is to come to the gym with me where I will strip you. You will then fold your clothes and put them in your locker. You will lock it with this key and then give the key to me. You will remain naked until I decide to let you have your clothes back. Is that clear Max?” “Yes Mistress Melanie,” I replied. She approached me and, once more stripped me naked. She handed me the clothes which I folded up and put in the locker together with the clothes I had arrived in. I locked it and handed her the key. It was amazing how that simple act made me feel totally humiliated and vulnerable to the will of this stern Mistress. “Good! Now, in the house you will always work naked and also when you are in the secluded part of the garden at the rear of the house. I will permit you to work with your shorts on in the rest of the garden as it is in full view of the neighbours and some of it runs along the side of the road. If I allow you to use the pool you will, of course, swim naked even if everyone else is wearing swimwear. This is to indicate your lowly status as my slave and to further humiliate you.” “I understand Mistress,” I replied. The next thing you will do is to perform your greeting and acknowledge your humble status as my slave.” “How do I do that Mistress Melanie?” I asked. She turned around and sat in a small armchair. She took off her shoes. “This ceremony is in three parts. You will kneel on the floor in front of me and kiss my feet. This is to show your willingness to serve in a humble capacity. Then you will kneel up and in turn place each of my toes in your mouth to suck them. While doing this you must not let your hands stray above my knees. Finally you will stand in front of me, take hold of both my feet and press them between your legs covering your penis and testicles, holding them there until I give you permission to release them. This is to indicate that I own you sexually also. If I’m in a playful mood I might play with your penis and testicles with my feet until you get an erection.” “I will remember all your instructions Mistress,” I said. Once more she looked up at me from her chair and surveyed my naked body. “Yes, you have a firm body, nice pecs and abdominals and quite smooth. Just one thing I don’t like. You have pubic hair on display. I don’t allow a slave boy to show any pubes. I’ll shave them off before you leave today. What exercise do you do?” “Every day I do 25 sit-ups and exercise my stomach muscles by sitting on the edge of a bar stool and lifting my legs for three minutes,” I replied. My Mistress smiled her pleasure at this. “Good! What about running or jogging?” “I do 30 minutes jogging three time a week,” I replied. She smiled again. “And do you do any weight training?” “No, but I do a lot of gardening and forest work as I live near some high mountains,” I said. Mistress Melanie seemed pleased with my answers and gave me a rather sexy smile. “I do my exercises and weight-training in here, of course,” she said. “From now on you will do 30 minutes weight training every time you are here. I might join you sometimes. If I get a bit stiff I might require you to give me a full-body massage. Can you manage that?” “It will be my great pleasure Mistress Melanie,” I replied smiling. She gave me that half-smiling sexy look again. “I do all my exercising naked,” she said, “so you’ll have to get used to seeing me in the nude. You’ll also have to get used to handling me when I’m nude as you will also be my masseur.” “Oh, it will be a great pleasure Mistress,” I replied with alacrity. Suddenly things were looking up. Despite all my future humiliation, perhaps being a slave boy for Mistress Melanie wouldn’t be such a bad job after all. My Initiation Into Sex When I was 18, my dick was getting hard every 15 minutes, and I was spending a lot of time jacking off. One day while in the woods with the other guys in the gang, Roy walked off to take a piss. I went along as I had to pee also. As we stood and pissed, my dick started getting hard as we watched each other piss. I was sure I noticed his getting hard also. Roy was 2 years older and uncut, and had to skin back his dick to pee, which fascinated me since I am circumcised. Impulsively, I suddenly reached out and took hold of his cock and held it while he finished. As he finished, I could feel it getting hard, so I started to move my hand back and forth. Roy offered no resistance, so I kept moving my hand until it was completely hard. Until this moment, I had never touched another dick. I liked the feel. It was quickly hard and full length, I estimated about 7 inches. The head was so much bigger than the shaft. I was so fascinated with the foreskin. I don’t remember how long it took, but it was rather quickly, he began to shoot his load. The cock in my hand was pulsing and jumping and I kept jacking it off. Seemed like he shot a pint of the white stuff. When he was done shooting, he wiped his dick with his hand and put it back in his pants. Never said a word. Just walked off. Two days later, I was home alone and jacking off so I called Roy and told him to come over. No reason was offered, so he came over in about 5 minutes. We went to my room and was playing with some of my things when I reached out and grabbed his crotch. I could feel his cock and balls through his jeans, and he did not resist. I proceeded to unzip his jeans and pull his now stiffening cock out. I was fascinated by the way the skin covered the head and how it pulled back to reveal the red crown. The more I jacked his cock, the harder it got. Impulsively, I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. Kinda salty, but I liked the taste. Never having done this before, I only moved my mouth up and down on it, keeping my tongue out of the way. As I moved my mouth, more and more saliva built up and I had to swallow, and that is when my tongue came in contact with the head. What a taste sensation that was, because he was oozing pre-cum. I liked that taste also. By now, I had freed my on cock, and was busy jacking off. We are both the same size in length, but his head was 2 times bigger than mine. Next thing I know, I am feeling his cock head swell up and the first pulse of orgasm. I didn’t know what to do, but I didn’t think I wanted that in my mouth so I pulled back just as the first shot hit me on the chin. Then another and another, finally after about 5 big shots on my face and chest, it was just kind of dribbleing out. I put it back in my mouth and cleaned it up. Wasn’t bad, kind of salty and a little bitter, but I could live with the taste. When I finished cleaning his cock off, he took hold of mine and jacked me off until I shot my load. He didn’t clean me up as I had done, but he seemed to enjoy the experience. Once we settled down, we talked about what had just happened and swore each other to secrecy. I told him I loved the taste of his cock and even the cum. From that day on we would get together every chance we had and I would give him a blow job and he would jack me off. One day when we were exploring this new found sex game, Roy had me turn around and we got into a 69 position. By now we had shed all of our clothes and no longer just did it through the fly of our jeans. As I was sucking his cock, he started to play with my asshole. First a finger lightly touching it, then he tried to insert the finger. Since there was no moisture, it didn’t feel very good as it went in, but I liked the sensation once he had it all the way in to the knuckle. As I sucked his cock, he told me to stop and got above me while I was still on all fours. He leaned over and spit on my asshole and then put his finger back in. Next thing I know he had 2 fingers in there, then 3. Soon he was moving his fingers in and out, and I was loving it, but felt like I had to have a bowel movement. So I went to the bathroom and moved my bowls. When I came back, after I had washed my ass real good, he spit on my asshole again and resumed the fingering of my rosebud. I was really loving the feeling, and silently hoping he would decide to shove his cock in there. Next thing I know, he spit on his cock and replaced his fingers with his cock. As the head went past the sphincter, I experienced pain as I had never known in my life. He just held real still because I was screaming to TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! In a minute of so, the pain subsided, and his cock was still inside my ass. Just the head, but still there. I tried to adjust to it, but it felt like I had to go to the bathroom again. I told him that, but he started to push his cock deeper instead of pulling it out. Slowly, he inched it forward until I felt his belly against my ass cheeks. Now I really felt full. We just stayed that way for a minute or so and then I pushed back against him as though trying to get more of his cock into me. Next he started to back out, slowly, just as it had gone in. When he had it all the way out, except for the head, he spit on his shaft again and started to push it back in with the added lubrication. IT FELT SO DAMN GOOD! Soon he was fucking me so hard and so deep, and I am squeeling like a pig, it felt so good. Next thing I know, he is dumping his load in my ass. I can feel every vein in his cock and the head is expanding and pulsing and I can feel the cum hitting the walls of my intestines. Nothing in my life ever felt better than this. When Roy stopped pumping me full of cum, his cock softened, and he removed it. When the head popped out, I shot my load all over the bed. I think that felt better than any of the getting fucked part. What a day. I had tasted cum, and I had been fucked until I could hardly stand. And I loved every bit of it. In fact, I could hardly wait for our next session. To my surprise, it wasn’t over yet. Danny, also 2 years older was outside my window and unnoticed by either of us. He simply let himself in the back door and when he appeared by the bed it nearly scared us both to death. CAUGHT, was our only thought. To my surprise, he simply pulled his cock out of his pants and it was 10 inches long, and half again the girth of Roy’s cock. Most of all, the head looked like a purple plum. First he shoved it into my mouth and I sucked and sucked. His pre-cum was as plentiful as my cum when I shoot. It just ran in a steady stream into my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could. I was really sweet tasting. Then he pulled it out of my mouth, got behind me and started shoving it up my ass. Talk about hurt… Roy was nothing compared to this. Since my ass was already loose from the fucking I had just had, and full of cum, it went in relatively easy, but the pain was blinding. He didn’t wait, he just started fucking me. Long, deep, slow strokes. In a minute of two, I was pushing back to meet his thrusts. He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me some more. Roy in the meantime was getting hard again watching so he went and washed his cock off and came back and shoved it into my mouth. Now I was getting fucked from both ends. A rhythm was quickly established, and I was in heaven. Roy soon shot his load in my mouth and I was swallowing as fast as I could, but lost some. Meanwhile, Danny was still fucking me with those loooong slow strokes. Gawd! Could anything feel better than this? After about 20 minutes, Danny began to quicken the pace and I felt that plum swell up and spit the cum so far and so deep in my bowels. When he finally stopped cumming, he pulled it out and I unloaded another load on the bed without anyone touching my cock. Seems that the removal of the big head is better than any part of the fucking. When we recovered and rested, he said he was going to tell his brother Johnny. Now I was worried, because I didn’t understand why. Then he told me he and Johnny fuck all the time, and Johnny has a bigger cock than his. I was now afraid I would be ripped apart with anything bigger than Danny, but after what I just experienced, I was willing to give it a try. But that is another story. My Initiation Into The World Of Love This is how it happened. I had finished school and was in college studying for an important exam. At 20, I was looking forward to life. All my family members were out of station for the holidays. I was alone except for our Nepalese maid servant, Nirmala who lived in the house and our cook who left for her home at night after dinner. Nirmala was about 10-12 years older than I, Her husband, an army man, was often away on duty for long durations, this being one. She was a buxom woman with comfortable breasts and prominent jutting buttocks. One night, after dinner, Nirmala came into my room to see if everything was all right. Soon after, cleaning up the room, she sat down on my bed where I was lying, put her hand over me and kissed me. It was a deep kiss, tongue in mouth, something beyond my imagination. And, with her hand she was caressing me under my pajamas. Sensing my reaction, she quickly put off the bright light, leaving the room in the dim glow of the night-lamp. She undid my pajama strings and fondled my erect manhood, first with her hands and fingers, then with her warm wet tongue. I'd never had a woman's hand on my cock, let alone a tongue. My heart was beating hard in my chest, and I was quite frightened about what might happen. I thought I would die with pleasure. Then she kissed me again and slipped off her dress to expose herself completely to my sight. Even in the dim light of the night-lamp, the sight of her big breasts, her beautiful buttocks and thighs excited me no end. I found myself kissing her passionately, first one her mouth, then on her breasts and then on her stomach and back. She told me later that she felt completely safe with me to go further ahead in her amorous adventure with me. I was feeling anything but safe. What if somebody found out what I was up to? There would be no end of trouble for me. But Nirmala had no such worries. She started to lick my cock over the length of it with long, sensuous strokes of her tongue. I could feel her hot breath on me. The she took me completely into her mouth and bobbed her up and down my shaft circling the head with her tongue. She kissed me again and then straddled me with her legs open and took my cock inside her cunt, helping me in with her hand. She bobbed up, down, up and down with gentle strokes, taking my cock completely out of her cunt and then taking it in until it could go in no more. After some of this play, she lay down beside me, kissed me on my lips and mouth and asked me to get on top and kiss her whole body. I did as commanded, but when I got lower, I hesitated. She pushed down my head down onto her between her thighs, on to her pussy, which was clean shaven. She told me to caress the insides of her thighs with my tongue, and to put my tongue inside her cunt. She held my head firm against her so that I couldn't move away. I found that her cunt tasted salty but not bad. Suddenly, I started liking what I was doing. I tongued her vigorously and sucked on her clit. After some time she raised her back and directed me to explore her anal area with my tongue. I again hesitated. Could I really kiss her there? But she insisted and said if I wanted to fuck her again, I had to do what she told me. Soon, her moans and sighs egged me on to forbidden places, places which I never thought my tongue and lips would ever caress. I reamed her asshole with my tongue. She told me that this was something that gave her immense pleasure. Hearing this, I reamed her asshole again and again. I had become her love slave. She helped me to get my cock hard and erect with her tongue and mouth, kissing and licking it all over in her warm mouth. She pulled me over her, inside her, taking hold of my cock with her hand and guiding me in. I gave her slow thrusts, deep and long, and then harder strokes. My confidence was growing that I could fuck a woman properly. She told me to take it easy. She was shaking with long low moans and deep sighs, clutching me tight to her, her vaginal muscles tightening on my cock, cautioning me all the while not to spend as she wanted to enjoy me more. Finally, her body relaxed and she lay on the bed, contented and finished. To thank me, she kissed me again, and made as if to get up and leave me. But no; she said she wanted to be caressed again by my lips and tongue from where I had just withdrawn. My tongue was now in her cunt again, tasting her juices and mine, caressing her little button inside. I sucked on it. She held my head tight against her cunt. She was a woman who knew what she wanted. After I had sucked her cunt for what seemed a very long time, she motioned that I could get up on top of her. She opened her thighs and raised them high to give a view of her open pussy. It was so pink and inviting. I kissed it, and mounted her and thrust my cock quickly into her cunt in a swift motion. I rode her like a galloping horse until something came out of me in great bursts that I could not control. She was now heaving and moaning. She held me tight against her and told me how much she loved me. I could feel my cock growing smaller inside her. I knew that it was time for me to take it out of her cunt. We then took a hot shower together, soaping each other in every nook and cranny, letting the warm water caress our skins. She tucked me up in bed, gave me a warm kiss and left. I dropped to a deep sleep, tired out after my exertions. The Aftermath: Generally, Nirmali and I used to avoid any intimate contact during the day, to allow me to continue my studies undisturbed. This was by no means an easy task. One evening, after a tiresome day with my studies, I developed a severe headache towards the evening. Nirmali asked me why I was looking so tired. When I said I had a headache, she affectionately started giving me a head massage. I put my head against her ample breasts to comfort myself. To further comfort me, Nirmali used to bestow on my lips a few darting kisses now and then. In one of those delicate moments in walked my distant cousin Indira. We knew we were in for trouble. Indira was a distant cousin, a cousin's cousin, really. She was married to a doctor guy who was now in the UK for higher studies. She was waiting for him to call her to the UK. It was six months ago when she was with her husband. Indira was tall, fair with long brown hair, with a good body that she liked to show off wearing tight clothes even when her husband was not there. I had wanted to fondle her once or twice, but she wasn't the one to give in. Anyway, here she was, asking embarrassing questions: "What are you two up to? Why is she kissing you?" Nirmala gave me a meaningful look and I gave her one back. We understood each other perfectly. She put an arm around Indira and made her sit down on the bed, and then forced her to lie down. She lifted up her sari, exposing a pair of creamy thighs. Nirmala hitched the sari further up to expose a beautiful mons veneris with curly brown air on it. It was such a lovely sight. Indira was making protesting noises, and to shut her up, Nirmala signaled me to kiss her on her lips and mouth, which I did. Indira resisted at first, but under my relentless pressure, soon gave in and opened her mouth to let my tongue in. I caught her tongue between my lips and sucked on it. Nirmala in the meanwhile had got busy down below, burying her head deep between Indira's thighs, who was by now writhing and moaning. Seeing she was ready, I gripped by cock and tried to put it inside her, but she wriggled away, saying: "Not there, not there. Anywhere but there, that's my hubby's treasure." So I put my cock into her mouth. She was an absolute amateur in cock sucking, and Nirmala had to teach her, with practical demonstrations on my hard shaft. Soon, Indira was working on me as expertly as Nirmala. Nirmala said: "You have to enter her and fuck her." Indira said no, very firmly, but turned to lie on her stomach exposing her beautiful ass. I slid the edge of my palm into the valley between her two mounds and rubbed her all the way up from top to bottom. Nirmala then made her crouch at the edge of the bed, on all fours exposing her ass to our view completely. She then moistened the asshole with her tongue, and made me do the same, which completely floored Indira. I then guided my cock in, with Nirmala's expert help. Indira groaned and moaned, but did not resist. I gave her ten slow strokes and then three fast ones and then withdrew slowly. Indira was on her back again, looking very much happy though ravished. She motioned for me to put my head between her thighs and held my head firm there. Her aroma was quite different from Nirmala's, but equally seductive, I savored it for a moment and then plunged my tongue right into her, tasting her and sucking her. Her clit was much bigger than Nirmala's. I took into in to my lips and sucked on it hungrily. She thrust her pelvis into my face. Her love juices poured into my mouth, and soon she was done. We took her into the bathroom and tenderly washed her. That's how Indira's silence was bought, and that's how she became a willing co-worker with Nirmala and me, except that I did never fuck her in her cunt. Many years later, after she had gone back to England to her husband, had become the mother of two children and then a widow, I visited her there. She quickly became my lover, and we had swinging times in London and elsewhere. But that is another story. **************** My Initiation to Black Cock I have written this to answer many questions that I have gotten about how, when and where I was initiated to my first black cock encounter. My initiation to a black cock happened in college. I was living with my brother and his wife while in college. They had been married about a year and had no children. They were living in a large house, so it saved me money and they had a live in maid (me) as a result. He was 25 and she was 24 when I moved in with them. In late fall and winter, Ed belonged to a roaming group that played cards that met at a different player's homes over the season. About every four to five weeks, they would be at his place, on a Friday night. His wife Liz belonged to a bowling league on Fridays. On Sunday, they belonged to a mixed bowling league. It was early November on a Friday night when the guys were at the house for cards. It was snowing so I decided to remain in. I was working the internet and chatting on line when I heard my name in the heating vent. That caused me to listen to the conversation closer, so I logged off and concentrated on the conversation. "Hey Ed, would it piss you off if I asked your sister for a date? Every since I laid eyes on her I had the hots for her." "Nope you are both over eighteen. Have at it but I doubt if you hit pay dirt. I have not seen her with any guy." "Is she interested in her own?" "Nah, busy with classes; she knocks down all A's." "Pretty smart you are saying, huh, Ed." "Yeah even that way in high school." "Did she date in high school?" "Yeah some; I was in college and not at home but in the summer she would go out with guys. There was lot of double dating." "Did you ever, you know, think of doing her?" "Sure many a times. I wanked a lot in her panties thinking about how it might be." I got hot hearing that along with nipples getting hard and my lower lips filling with blood. I never had any idea he had me naked in his brain. My pulse stared to race and I concentrated harder on the conversation. "I used to get her panties out of the hamper; always tried to find two. One to place under my nose and the other to make a nice deposit thinking it was her tight hole that I had my cock in. Man did I ever have some good times just wishing." "Do you still have the hots?" "Ah sometime when Liz is not putting out for a week or so. If I see Erin in something sexy or her robe yeah I get a hard on. I think she is hot looking." "Well whose betting or out?" It was difficult being in the same house with him knowing how he felt and that he had roaming eyes. I tried to avoid him as much as possible and I would take quick looks to see if he was staring at me but never did catch any staring. Several weeks had gone by and Liz had to go to her moms. I came in late after a date on a Saturday night. As I headed to the stairs, I could not miss the huge TV. Ed was watching porn and it was a black guy doing a white girl in doggy. I stopped because of shock, then headed up to get a shower and hit the bed. Coming out of the bathroom, Ed was leaning against the opposite wall with his arms folded and said, "Sis we need to chat." I walked to my room and he followed me. "What do we need to talk about Ed?" "The porn that you happened to see when coming in." "Look, Liz and I watch porn a lot to warm things up. Liz likes to talk about how it might feel seeing some of the things we watch and we try them. Joe in the card group is black and Liz wonders if he is hung like the guys in the porn movies. I was missing her tonight so I decided to watch it again, thinking of her." "Thanks Ed for the explanation. I was wondering a little, well a whole lot why you were watching." "Sis it is none of my business but have you ever gotten it on with a black guy?" "No Ed, I have not." "Has it crossed your mind?" I was turning red and Ed saw it and said, "Well I'm going to hit the bed. Joe asked a lot of question about you. I think he has the hots for you. Look I told him it was okay by me if he asked you for a date. You are both adults. Good night, Sis." I crawled into bed as Ed tuned out the lights and pulled the door. Ed knew I had thoughts of blacks from my blushing. God, if he only knew how much I thought of them. For the past month, I have been thinking of Ed doing me. Now I was thinking of both of them doing me. I felt myself on a slippery slope. Things seemed to fall into a routine after Liz returned. Ed and I would smile at each other knowing what we had chatted about one night. A few months later, I was feeling a little under the weather and had slept in most of a Saturday. Around mid-night, I had to take a potty break. As I entered into the hall I heard, "Please Liz let Joe do you. I know you want to try a black cock. It would really turn me on watching him do you doggy; please babe for me and to satisfy your curiosity. I'd rather you did it in front of me than sneak off behind my back." My heart went racing picturing my sister, naked in front of Ed, with a black man plugging her, her boobs hanging and swinging back and forth as his long cock was taking her to a nice sensational feeling. I rushed to the bath and then back to bed. I was not too sick; I managed to bring myself to an orgasm picturing my sister-in-law screaming for Joe to go deeper and harder. Several months went by and I did not see or hear any further talk, suggestions, and hints about Joe or my sister. On Saturday nights I would get in early or very late or stay at a girl friend's house to avoid walking in on a porn movie and my brother and his wife doing whatever they did watching porn. Over the past several months, my mind drifted between my brother in bed with me, or me watching my brother and sister in erotic positions and saying nasty things, or Ed watching Joe depositing his sperm into my sister, or Joe even doing it to me. Then on a Friday night when the guys were over, I came in before they had left. It was impossible not to be seen. So as not to appear as a snob I walk to the table and said, "Hi" to them all. Ed asked me to get a round of beer for the guys, which I did. I have no idea to this day why when I made the last drop of the beers I stood between my brother and Joe. I was looking at Joe's and Ed's cards and watching how they were laying them down. I had placed my two hands on Ed's shoulders and softly massaged them. After a few hands, I indicated that I was going to hit he bed. Ed said, "Sis, that massage was feeling good, work on my neck a little before you leave, please." I moved my hands to do his neck and noticed soon after; he lowered his right hand to his crotch and rearranged whatever was bothering him. I warmed knowing I had released his hormones. I lifted my hand to stop but his right hand reached up, grabbed mine, and said, "Please don't stop, that feels good." I continued to massage his neck but my lower lips were filling with blood knowing that hand had just moved his cock to get it comfortable. Ed said, "Damn sis maybe you should become a professional, those fingers and hands are awesome." Chad another player said, "Do you treat your boyfriend to a nice massage, Erin?" Ed, said, "Keep it clean guys." Joe then said, "Hey Erin, when your done with Ed there, how's about stepping behind me and doing mine." Then Jim chimed in and said, "Yeah Erin take this stiffness out of our necks that we get from looking at these cards" The thought entered my brain, 'yeah out of your neck and into your cock you mean'. I decided I'd better move on if I had to do all these necks so I started on Joe's. I froze when soon after starting. He folded saying his cards were lousy but I saw three aces. While the other guys continued, Joe's hands reached around the chair and went to the back of my legs, pulling me tight into the chair as he massaged my legs. I had on jeans other wise it would have been skin on skin. I was having sensations in my breast and all over that; I had never experience before. Was it the environment or it being Joe? I stood there and let my nipples harden and blood flow to my lower lips to engorge them forcing them to press into my panties. Joe played the next hand. I struggled should I leave or stay with him. I wanted more. I stayed. He folded the next hand and his hands went to the inside of my thighs. He began rubbing them from the knee upward. I had to bit my lower lip to prevent me from saying higher. When he was dealt the next hand, I moved quickly to Chad. I stayed through three hands with Chad and moved to Jim through three hands. Ed asked me to get another round of beers. When I returned Joe was gone. My heart raced and my brain went to work. Should I head up the stairs and encounter him coming down or miss him? If I encountered him what would happen? I was so horny I need to get some relief and headed for the stairs. As I turned the corner, Joe was at the top waiting for me. Now my heart did race. He motioned for me to come up. God my pussy lips were really swelling and my nipples were hard. Was it him or the naughtiness of the things happening? When I got to the top, he was smiling and said, "Thanks Erin for taking some stiffness from me and giving me some more. I had a hell of a time peeing." I froze as he leaned in to kiss me with placing his left hand around my back to pull me tight to him, while placing his right palm on top of my mound and making sure his middle finger pressed the jeans down hard on my clit. I exhaled horrendously and my knees gave out as I oragasmed then and there; having been so strung out and worked up. He then kissed my neck and said, "Thanks for everything Erin, have a good night." As he was walking down the steps, I heard Ed call and asked, "Are you going to play cards or play with my sister?" I blushed when Joe responded, "I sure would rather be playing with your sister than you guys. I would save me money and feel good besides. One of the guys said, "It will be a cold day in hell before you get into her so quit dreaming and play cards." I rushed into the bedroom and gave myself two more orgasms having inserted my black toy to help me along with pleasuring myself. I was looking into Joe's eyes being on my back with my knees shoved up to my breast, his black cock buried deep, smiling and asking what I wanted and needed. I was picturing myself holding his face and whispering into his ears, "You know what I want and need, shower my insides with that hot baby making juice that you are so proud of and love shooting into white girl's pussies after you have them worked up screaming fuck me, fuck me deep and hard." When I was coming back to reality from the orgasm, I thought I heard the door latch click. My heart skipped but I heard nothing. I drifted off to wonderful sleep. The days I need to have relief, I would picture myself with Joe in all sorts of positions. One day about a month later, I was home for the afternoon with my afternoon class being canceled. I heard, "Hurry Joe I'm so turned on thinking of your cock in me. I need to feel it filling up my pussy, rubbing the walls of it, and bathing my insides with your man stuff." It was Liz and Joe coming into the house. I panicked, ran and hid in the closet. I heard them talking as they came up the stairs. I heard Liz say, "Let me grab a towel so we don't leave any evidence." My heart was pounding so hard I thought they would hear it. Then I heard, "Oh God Joe, get it in me I need to cum, please." "Okay babe we don't have much time. Get on the bed doggy as you normally do and I will take care of your needs." I was being so turned on I slipped my jeans down and pressed the fabric of my panties onto my clit with my right hand middle finger and massaged it. "Oh God, Joe your tongue is so wicked fucking my ass hole and your fingers in my pussy." I inhaled picturing what I had heard. I then slipped my panties down, took my top off, and then inserted two fingers into my wet pussy and pinched hard on a nipple. I moaned into my closed lips feeling so good. "Yeah, Joe, that's it, deeper. Oh Joe, this is so good. I cannot get enough of that black cock of yours in me. It takes me places that Ed has never been able to." I was shocked at hearing that but it did not stop me from working to a cum, wondering where it was taking Liz. "Mmmmmmmmmm, Oh Joe, I'm getting close. Oh Joe, grab my tits when you are ready to fire and pull me back more onto your cock when you are ready to feed my hungry pussy. Yeah, Oh yes, Joe. Will my hand on your balls help you along?" "Oh God Liz you know how to load my gun up don't you?" "I should after you teaching me over the past several months." I was shocked and listened more instead of playing more. "Babe you know it's on its way, Uuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnngggggggggggh!" "Oh Joe I'm, thereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! OHhhhhhhhoooooooooooo! Jeez, that always makes me feel so good feeling your nut juice coating my insides. I love it leaking for hours afterwards." All I heard was panting and then, "Thanks for agreeing to help me out today Joe. I was so horny because I was ready for a second cum last night when Ed pulled out. All I could think of was you doing me." "Anytime babe; Liz can I ask you something?" "Sure sweetie, what is it?" "Has Erin ever discussed me or said anything about having an interest in me?" "No she hasn't Joe, I doubt that she would. Why do you have the hots for her? I don't know why I even asked that question. You guys always are hot for white pussies" "'Yeah, I bet she is as tight as you since both of you not having any kids yet. Why don't you hint around and see how she leans. Maybe we could do a threesome some day." "Joe, she is my sister!" "I know but better than a sister." "Joe, you are sick but I like the idea." My hand went over my mouth as my nipples hardened. I began to hyperventilate from listening to their conversation. I heard them head to the bathroom, shower and then small chattering until they left. I was horny and excited. I went into the bathroom to shower, play and then saw three towels on the floor. I knew one had to contain some of Joe's sperm and Liz's liquids. I knelt, sniffed and found it quickly. I grabbed it and ran back to my room, grabbing another towel off the floor. I positioned that towel under me, placed the black dildo into me, covered my face with the towel containing the wonderful aromas of Joe and Liz, and went on to induce one of the strongest orgasms of my life. It felt so good pinching my nipple hard and shoving the dildo in and out fast, picturing Joe above me saying, "Cum for me babe, cum for your daddy." I recovered, showered, and prepared dinner. I avoided as much eye contact as possible with both Ed and Liz. I had to assume that Ed watched Joe doing Liz from time to time. Did he know about other encounters? It was June, classes ended. I went home to work for the summer. Every time I had a date with a guy and when he was in me, I would replace him in my mind with Ed or Joe, and occasionally one of the other card players. Occasionally, my mind would drift to Liz but that only happened when they came to visit during the summer and I would see Liz in her bikini. She would always catch me looking. I was a little afraid of living with them again but the money saved and being turned on dispelled that notion quickly. When I returned in the fall for my second year, things picked up where the left off in regards to routines with a few new happenings. In October, Ed had to go out of town on some business meeting over the weekend. It was a Saturday, late morning when I was making myself breakfast. Liz came into the kitchen and said, "Erin, did Joe do anything last winter that you might have taken offense at?" My heart nearly stopped. Did he talk to Liz and mention to him what happened that one night? Was he wondering why I was being cool and asked Liz to find out? What precipitated the question? "No Liz nothing really that I can think of." "Well any chance did he do anything to turn you on to him?" I was turning red. Did she know something or was she fishing? "God Liz, I guess you could say so." "Would you mind telling me what it was he did? I think he is hot myself." My heart started to beat fast and my nipples were getting hard knowing I would need to chat with her about sexual things. "Well it all happened in one night and then nothing else happened. It started when I had given Ed a neck massage. The guys wanted the same. When I was doing Joe, he managed to reach back and massage the inside of my thighs. God, Liz I warmed up all over. I had to move on to the other guys. When I reached the top of the stairs, he was coming out of the bathroom. He kidded me about the difficulty peeing with a hard-on. He pulled me tight to him with his left hand on my back, leaning in to kiss me and his right hand went to my mound, pressing his middle finger into my jeans on top of the clit. I had an instant orgasm Liz. I was so embarrassed." "I bet you have been making yourself feel good ever since haven't you; thinking of him doing you in all different positions." "Oh Liz, God yes." "I know sweetie, he effects me the same way." "I thought he would be more aggressive and ask me for a date or something. All he has done was make me want him more by not asking. God all he will have to do is touch me and I will explode." "So what are your plans when then the card games start again and you see him?" "I guess do what I did most of the spring time thinking of you and him." There was dead silence; it slipped, the word you. I turned to leave redder that a red-hot poker. "Erin in what way did you mean that statement." Liz walked up to me and blocked any chance of me running until she had an answer to her question. I was trembling as to what I would say. I then said, "Liz since seeing you all of last school season in all sorts of clothes and us looking at each other from time to time with a longer than a simple look or a quick glance, I'm sorry I was have been undressing you and well you know." Liz placed her hands on my face, looked me in the eyes and said, "I have been doing the same with you in my mind Erin." She pulled my lips to her and softly kissed me. In a few seconds, I wrapped my arms around her and we went to French kissing. When we broke to get air, she took me by the hand to my bedroom and returned to kissing. It was late Saturday night when we came out of the bedroom to shower and eat. After eating, we watched porn. Between the porn and her hands, I was sailing. We talked in between finger cums about black and white. By the time we headed to bed, I knew her desires and likes and she knew what I was desiring from a black cock. We slept in my bed and when we woke in the morning, we started our love making again. It was noon before we got to the shower and food. I needed to get some studies done so left the house to get to my friends to work with them. It was difficult concentrating on the lesson after the happenings of the last few hours. Liz and I slept together Sunday night and then had another go at making each other feel good Monday morning. We almost cried knowing it was going to be difficult to get together again with Ed coming home. For the next, few weeks I was reliving my few days with Liz while making myself feel good. When Ed was not close, Liz and I would do a quick kiss, rub each other's butt cheeks, or stand behind and reached around and cup the other person's breasts. Later when the card games started I was more comfortable being around the guys knowing things were stirring. Liz knew I wanted Joe to do me. Who else knew I had no idea. I assumed Ed did but never pushed or asked.