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By Fred Gingerman

Chapter One - Nerds United
My name is Mickey Donaldson. For most of my 16 years, the k**s have called me Mickey Mouse, because of my size and because of my shyness. I was only 5'3" and at 115 pounds, very skinny. My best friend Jeremy Haskins and I were always the oddballs. Jeremy was a little bigger at 5'4" and 120, but we weren't being recruited for our high school football team. Chess team was more like it.
We were pretty much classic nerds. Shy. Picked on. Ostracized. Intelligent.
But we were still 16-year-old boys and our hormones were stirring. Boiling actually. Jeremy and I were both virgins and hadn't even really whacked our weenies. The girls in our Junior Class wouldn't even look in our direction. We were below all their standards and believe me, they weren't all beauties.
Jeremy's sister Alice was a cute 14-year-old babe who wouldn't give me directions out of an avalanche. Jeremy used to ask her for some introductions to her friends, but Alice turned him down every time. She said her reputation was at stake.
I often wondered how Alice could be so attractive as a girl, while her brother Jeremy was so unattractive as a boy.
We seemed doomed to lifelong celibacy until the turmoil kicked up in the Middle East again.
My mother's younger sister Beth and her husband Hal were journalists. They and their three cats had a nice two-bedroom condo in the good part of town and were already doing well for themselves when they got the big call. A cable television network wanted them to spend at least six months in the Middle East reporting on the troubles.
That presented a problem for Aunt Beth and Uncle Hal and a life-changing opportunity for me.
Aunt Beth told my Mom and Dad that it would be a good idea for me to "keep an eye on things" at their apartment while she and Hal were gone. I could drive over there every day (had my license), water the plants, sort the mail for important stuff, feed the cats and spend some time with my feline cousins, so they wouldn't be lonely. I didn't like cats very much, but as it turned out, the requirement to "spend some time with them every day" turned out to be my big break.
Since I had never given my parents a whiff of trouble, they readily agreed to Aunt Beth's request. Mom said it would help me become more responsible. I was already drowning in good behavior. It was time to start acting like a teenager.
Oh my. I would have access to my very own stabbin' cabin! Only problem was, there were no babes I could stab.
What to do?
Well. I decided to start off slowly. The first day that I went to Aunt Beth's, I figured that my duties would take me about 15 minutes of the three hours I could spend alone and unsupervised each day. That left two hours and 45 minutes for the worst kind of mischief, which when I first got there appeared to be leaving a soda can on the counter instead of in the garbage.
I was 16. Surely I could do better than that.
Oh my. They had a computer. My family did too, but it had so many stranglingly strict parental controls that if the site didn't have Disney in the title, I couldn't get to it. Plus, it was in the living room, with the screen facing anyone who walked in. If I wanted to look at big-busted babes making some tattooed guy happy, I was out of luck.
But my aunt's and uncle's computer was right here, with, I hoped, no controls. And I had free access.
Maybe it was only a shell. I thought. Maybe it didn't work. I turned it on. It worked. I tried the Internet. On! A search engine for, let's see, "nylon babes." Looked like 10,334,575 choices, but would I have access? Double click on "Nylon Honeys." It was thinking. I hope, I hope. Halleluiah! There they were in all their nylon babishness!
I was getting very excited. The world's porn was at my fingertips and I had two hours and 45 minutes each day to explore it. My poor, virgin cock was straining at my jockeys. I knew I must never mention this to my parents. Oh no. It will be my secret. And Little Mickey's, of course.
I patted the little guy and promised him better times ahead. But those first hours, I didn't even touch him. I was in such wonder at the possibilities. And the babes.
An hour before I was to leave, I decided to log off and do more snooping.
Aunt Beth and Uncle Hal had obviously left a lot of stuff they didn't think they would need behind. Aunt Beth was a very pretty 32-year-old woman who apparently loved to wear girlie things. Her drawers were full of lingerie and stockings and her closets were full of minidresses, miniskirts and very sexy shoes, none of which would have been appropriate on assignment.
She also had two big drawers stuffed with the prettiest panties - every shape, style and color. I felt them with my hands and got very stiff "down there." I hoped this wasn't an i****tuous thing for my aunt. I didn't think so. But the sight of all her panties excited me horribly. Why? I didn't have a clue.
I held a pair of pink satin bikinis in my hands and lifted my shirt, rubbing them on my skinny tummy. Odd. But it felt so good. I wanted to feel them on my legs, so I pulled down my pants. Oh, they were so cool and sensuous against my smooth thighs. My cock was twitching. I felt so dirty, but I had to see what it was like, so I pulled down my white cotton briefs and gently, teasingly rubbed the silky unmentionables against my red, throbbing cock.
For the first time in my life, I felt the call of the wild. My stomach lurched. I was a little frightened, but kept rubbing. My toes curled. I could feel my nipples harden. How strange, the thought flashed through my mind. A nanosecond later, my balls projected five, thick, hot, sticky spurts of my virgin sperm into my silky tormentors. My knees buckled, but I kept my balance. I trembled in an agony of release. I had heard about orgasms, but the reality outstripped the hyperbole.
Oh, Baby! So this was what I had been missing.
And those panties triggered it all.
Even though Aunt Beth wouldn't be back for six months, I took no chances. I washed the thick cum from the little teasers and hung them to dry.
How do women walk around wearing those things? I would be cumming all the time.
It was time for me to go home. Impulsively, I slipped two pairs of silky prickteasers into my coat pocket, said goodbye to my cousins, and left.

Chapter Two - Panties for Mickey
As I drove home, I actually imagined that the panties in my pocket were giving off heat. Having tasted forbidden fruit, I wanted the whole orchard.
Was I weird? Or gay? I hoped not. I mean if you rub a woman against you and you cum, that's not gay. So why would it be gay to rub a woman's panties against your boy pole until your goo leaped out?
It had felt so good when all that cream evacuated. And it was so easy to do. It was as if the panties had some magic in them. Like Frosty the Panty Boy. He put on the panties and his icy cock began to dance around.
When I came home, my mother was all smiles. She was happy to see me doing something good for someone in her family. Plus she seemed really happy that her sister now owed her. Debts and potential payback are always prized in any family. And Mom always said my life needed more structure.
My life was connected to my cock at that moment. I wanted to see where this sexuality thing took me.
As I lay in bed that night wondering what it all meant, the phone rang. It was Jeremy asking how it was hanging. If he only knew.
"So Mick, that's a pretty good deal for you alone in an apartment all afternoon. We could bring girls up there, don't you think?"
"If we had girls to bring," I said sadly. "Plus, I'm not really supposed to bring anyone in."
"Even me?" my best friend asked.
"Technically no, but I'm tired of being a perfect k**. You can come over. Just give me a couple of weeks to make sure the parental units aren't snooping on me."
"Cool. Later."
"Later."
I wondered what Jeremy would think if he knew I had made a big load of cum in my aunt's panties that afternoon. I was tired, so I shut the light and went to sleep.
The next morning after my shower, I decided to try wearing the panties. Just to see if they fit. I chose a pair of silky, pink, string taunters with a triangle in front and one in back. Oh, they felt good going on. And they fit perfectly. My little guy was enjoying his new home and my wrinkled little bag of g****s was smooth and comfortable. Could I stay "dry" all day with them on? I didn't have gym that day, so I risked discovery to find out.
I never felt so naughty. All day I was wondering if people could tell I was a panty boy. No one acted any differently to me. Which wasn't very good. They weren't mean, but I was in the out crowd's out crowd. And so was Jeremy. At lunch, he chattered on happily about some new video game. All I could think of was the games I would play with my cock when I was alone with that porn-rich computer and 63 pairs of panties.
After school, I rushed over to the condo, fed the grateful cats and emptied their stinky box, brought in the mail, threw out the junk mail and resumed my snooping.
An equal-opportunity privacy violator, I looked through Uncle Hal's things. My expectations were much lower, but I was very wrong. Way back in his closet, hidden under boxes of shoes, was a loose floorboard. I lifted it up and found gold -- a large stack of printed porn. Classic stuff and new. I loved babes in stockings and apparently so did Uncle Hal. My cock was rubbing hard against the pink panties. I was just about to attend to that when I saw a second floorboard lower than the first. I pulled. It gave. More porn. But very different. This was filled with beautiful women, but they had something the women in the first batch didn't have -- cocks and balls!
Was Uncle Hal gay? Women with cocks and balls? Beautiful women? Ohhhhhh. I shuddered and came hard in my skimpy panties. How did that happen? I didn't even touch myself. Something deep inside me was profoundly affected by what I had just seen.
I gathered the "special women" materials for further study and put the "pussied women" stuff back in its place. Then I had to clean up the big cummy mess I had just made.
Reluctantly, I set the educational material down and washed the panties, replacing them with a pair of lacy black girliepants. Mmmmmmm.
I spread a few towels on the bed, removed all my clothes except for my black panties and lay down.
There must have been forty books, magazines and comics. All with very feminine people sporting masculine pubic areas.
About half was stuff about she-males. I had never heard of such people, but many were as gorgeous as any woman who ever lived. Big, tasty boobs, slim waists, wide hips, pretty faces and mostly large, usually erect, always pretty cocks. Many appeared to be Brazilian or Thai, but there were she-males of European and African heritage as well.
I began to stroke my pantied crotch. Ohhhhhh. I was very excited. I locked eyes with a Brazilian doll with a sweet face and a huge, wet cock, skinned and hard and curved like a banana. I wanted to kiss that cock so badly. I wondered how it would taste. I had never tasted cum. I would take all of that cutie's cum in my mouth and......Oh....Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I arched my back and messed my panties very badly.
I lay there breathing hard and rubbing the cum puddle through the panties. I skinned the little wispy things down just below my balls and looked at my red, drooping cock. It was slick with cum, but it appeared very happy. I had no idea when the next gusher could occur, but I decided to find out.
I gathered up the cum in the fingers of my right hand and massaged it lovingly onto the tip of my little boy. He liked it a lot. Even my soaked panties felt good on my thighs. Blushing from the naughtiness, I licked some cum off two fingers, tasting the salty ambrosia for the first time. Yum! I liked it.
With my left hand, I picked up a book randomly from the stack. It was not about she-males. It was called "Panties for Peter" and said it was an illustrated TV novel. TV? Oh, yeah. Transvestite.
Only I would look that closely at a time like that, but I saw it was copyright 1969. A classic. It was the story of a young man named Peter whose mother decided to make him into a young girl named Petra. The illustrations were very detailed and very stirring.
Peter was a pretty young fellow of about fifteen who was led step by step into feminine joys. He resisted at first, but when he surrendered, he became a beautiful young girl who was worshiped by young men worldwide. There was no sex in it, but don't tell little Mickey that. The picture of Peter sitting at a vanity, with his blonde sausage curls, applying mascara to his long, lush lashes made me shudder and spurt a quart of my precious cream.
Good golly it was intense. Why did that happen? I looked at more of the pictures, while continuing to rub my exhausted cock. Peter was wearing tiny bikini panties, a bra, and a peignoir. His face was heart-breakingly pretty and he was looking over his shoulder to check the seams of his sexy black stockings, which were held up by the laciest garter belt. He had very high-heeled pumps on. I thought, that could be me. And even though my little guy was still soft, he blew another load all over my soaked tummy. Oh, mama.
Those were gay thoughts. I didn't want them. Away. Icky bad.
I toweled myself off, cleaned up, stashed things away and went home, dreaming dreams I had never dreamed before.

Chapter Three - Discovery
I was a troubled boy over the next 21 hours. I needed answers I couldn't get to until I went back to the condo. The Internet was the Rosetta Stone, I knew it.
I did my duties first, then looked up transvestites on the Internet. I learned that transgendered person or TGs were the preferred terms. And I learned that I apparently was not alone.
Many, many people had transgendered feelings and desires. In fact, a German psychologist named Manfred Ginger (rhymes with "finger") believed that all men were part woman, based on the presence of their X chromosome.
Still, if I went to school one day and showed my panties, I doubt if quoting that Ginger guy would help.
It was amazing, though, to see the transformations. Boys and men became gorgeous girls and women. I only had about an hour left, so I decided to take a little test run of my own. I rooted through Aunt Beth's lingerie drawer and found a gorgeous blue babydoll nightie and matching bikini panties. I removed my clothes and put the nightie and panties on. Looking in Aunt Beth's full-length mirror was an eye-opener. My hair was short, my legs were bare and I had no make-up, but I looked h-o-t-t hot!
I turned and posed, teasing myself "down there" as I marveled. I had observed women's movements long enough to know some mannerisms, so I imitated them. I tossed my head and turned this way and that. I bent over and pulled my panties down to expose my nicely turned ass, which, despite my skinny frame, had a pleasing plumpness.
I was very excited looking at myself like that. A little scared too, but mostly excited. I pulled my panties back up and touched myself through their soft silk. Seeing a girl in the mirror who was me. All hot. And cute. And....oh. I felt that little tingle that meant the Big Visitor I had come to adore was on his way to my balls...Ah....He was getting closer. Eeekk.....He was in the driveway and.......SLAM! in the front door and wrenching cum from my little tee tees, through my little-girl clitty pole and into my tiny panties. The cum was drooling from either side of my silky little girliethings and cascading down my thighs.
I loved cumming so much! But why was I starting to talk like a girl?
The next day, I decided to see what this make-up thing was all about. Aunt Beth had a millennium's worth on her vanity table. I guessed our coloring was similar, so I got some instruction from the Internet and tried some foundation. Not bad. I brushed on some blush. That brightened things up a bit. The eyes were more difficult, but I was persistent and what I saw after 45 minutes of trial and error was darned pleasing. I was pretty! With some work, I could be quite pretty. It was so exciting. I wanted to try on some stockings, but the Web site I had come to trust said I should shave my legs first.
My cock was hot and throbbing the whole time I shaved my legs. It was just such a feminine thing to do that it excited me no end. I finally had to stop and massage my cockhead until all that cream left my balls and gave me a little peace so I could finish shaving.
I dried off and took a doughnut-rolled, black stocking in my hands. I touched my right toes with it, idly thinking how much better my toes would look manicured and painted. What was happening to me? I rolled the stocking slowly, ever so slowly up my smooth, shaved leg. Every pore of my leg strained to feel its silkiness. I was breathing heavily when I snapped its stay-up top to my thigh. My cock was hard and aching yet again. I rolled the other stocking up my left leg. Mmmmm. How do women do this every day without cumming in their panties? My cock was dangerously agitated. I padded over to the full-length mirror with my made-up eyes drinking in the sight of me in panties and stockings. Too much. Blooey! My cock sprayed the mirror with hot goo. I shook like a wet dog.
I was looking at a flat-chested but very hot girl. With gooey, bulging panties. And a very pretty face. Oh man, I thought, I'm not an ugly duckling any more. I'm hot. All the girls will.......The girls will do nothing. What straight girl would want me like that?
I blinked. And had an evil thought. But the boys would. Would I want the boys? Not the ones I knew. Except for one.

Chapter Four - The Exception
In days to come, I perfected my make-up, worked on my mannerisms and learned to walk in heels. In four-inch heels, I was a statuesque five-foot seven.
After three weeks, I told Jeremy I thought the coast was clear and he could join me at the condo that afternoon.
He was right on time, arriving just as I had done my cat duties. I got him a Coke and showed him the incredible stack of non-cocked female porn I had found.
"I've been jerking off to it, Jeremy. Have you ever done that?"
Jeremy blushed and said that he hadn't.
"That's OK," I said. "I'll show you how."
Jeremy squirmed a little, thinking I was going to whip my weenie out and give a jerk-off demonstration. But that was not my plan.
I shucked my pants, being careful not to let him see my lacy white panties, then asked that he remove his. Jeremy was nervous, but excited.
"My aunt has so many pairs of panties you won't believe it. I just look at these magazines and rub my cock with her panties and the next thing you know, I'm cumming. Have you ever cum, Jeremy?"
Poor Jeremy decided to tell the truth to his best friend. "Not when I was awake."
"Then you need my help." I handed him the sexiest book in the large pile, opened to a cum-stained page and sat next to him.
Jeremy didn't expect that. Nor did he think I would wrap a pair of Aunt Beth's pink panties around his very stiff cock and begin to wank it expertly.
Jeremy looked at me with fear and lust. I acted as if what I was doing was perfectly normal.
"Aren't those pictures great, Jeremy? Look at those legs. She's so pretty. And her pussy is so hairy and wet. Do you like the feel of the silk on your cock, Jeremy?" He grunted and looked at me with eyes desperate for me to continue.
I stepped up my efforts. "Imagine putting this nice hard cock right in that hot, wet pussy. She would be moaning for you, begging you to fuck her. Deeper. Deeper. Oh, Jeremy. I think you like this. Oh."
Spurt after spurt of Jeremy's virginal cream exploded into the lacy pink panties. His eyes filled with tears and he looked at me in helpless gratitude as I milked him dry.
"I'm glad you liked that, Jeremy," I said. "I think I'll look at some of these magazines now."
Much to Jeremy's amazement, I grabbed a skin book, sat on the other end of the couch and began to massage my cock with the same panties that were filled with Jeremy's cum. His cum was still hot and it felt wonderful. Cum is the world's best lubricant. My excitement was intense, especially knowing that I had grossed out and delighted Jeremy in equal parts. I was soon cumming into the sperm-drenched little garment, making little delighted squeals that had Jeremy hard all over again.
Much to my delight, Jeremy took the double-loaded panties back from me and used them on himself to produce his own stunning cum.
Not to be outdone, I took the wet wankers back and dropped a forth cummy load on the overtaxed lingerie. There wasn't a dry spot on them, but they had served their purpose well. I knew Jeremy would be up for anything I proposed.
That was enough for the first day together.

Chapter Five - Out
The next day, I made sure I was ready for some different kinds of fun.
When Jeremy arrived at the condo, I had what I needed stashed in the bathroom and a lot of magazines from the "special girl" group mixed in with the mainstream porn.
Jeremy followed my lead by removing his pants and underpants. I suggested that we try masturbating without panties wrapped around our cocks that day. He seemed a little disappointed, but still very hot to trot.
Seated at the opposite end of the couch from Jeremy, naked from the waist down and scarily erect, I watched him make his literature selections. As I hoped, he was very interested in the she-male stuff, but wonder of wonders, the first thing he took to stir his stones was "Panties for Peter." That was a very good sign. Jeremy looked down at me guiltily to see if I thought he was gay for his book choice. But I pretended to be absorbed in a magazine about crossdressers called "Ladylike."
Jeremy got very aroused very quickly reading about Peter becoming a sexy little muffin. And when he reached the picture of Petra walking high-heeled and proud into her school, in full feminine beauty, with boys staring in horny wonder, he whimpered and came hard, puddling on his tummy and chest.
I excused myself and went to the bathroom, where I quickly applied my make-up, slid on my pink, seamed stockings, slipped on my pink babydoll nightie, omitting the panties, and added a long blonde wig of Aunt Beth's. f******n minutes was all it took. I didn't want Jeremy using up all his spermy resources before I got any, so I was in a rush.
I slipped on pretty, pink, four-inch mules and sissied out to a new life.
Jeremy didn't look up at first, so intent was he on discovering Petra's ultimate fate. When he did look up, it was a Daffy Duck double take, with bulging eyes and tongue on a long roller. Well, almost. But he was excited.
I minced over to him, sat next to him and scooped up a tiny bit of the cum that was a half-inch thick on his stomach. I tasted it and said, "Yummy. Is there any more of that for me in there?"
Jeremy trembled with fear and lust. "Mickey?" was all he could say.
I kissed him. Then I looked in his eyes and said, "It's Sarah now, Honey."
He stared. I wet my hand with the cum on his stomach and used it to tease his prick to a new hard stand.
He kissed me, adoring me with all the love we had as friends, now transcended to that of lovers.
I gasped. It was so wonderful.
Jeremy reached for my little clitty. She was stiff and sore with need. He kissed me as he skinned the fiery head. I moaned and that spurred him on. I hadn't cum that day and the excitement had me cornered. I was going to cum all over his fingers. I couldn't tell him because my mouth was full of his tongue. I squealed very nicely for Jeremy and sprayed his fingers with my girlish juices. Mmmmm.
Jeremy hadn't cum yet, so I slid to my knees and took his cum-drenched little guy in my mouth. Jeremy liked that, especially when I rolled my tongue on all the good spots and felt his balls up really nicely. I had become a cocksucker and apparently a very good one, because, despite who-knew-how-many cums that day, Jeremy produced four delicious gobs of cream and some nice sounds of ecstasy.
We had about an hour left when Jeremy returned to earth. "What just happened, Mickey, I mean Sarah?"
"You just met a new girl who's hot for your body. That's not so bad is it?"
Jeremy hesitated, then said. "It was the best thing that ever happened to me. But it was so gay."
I smiled. "Love between a boy and a girl is never gay, Jeremy. And right now, I'm a girl. A girl who would really like her clitty sucked just like she sucked your cock."
Jeremy looked at me briefly, considered his options and made the only sane choice. He got on his knees took my stiff little girl in his mouth and licked her lovingly.
Oh, that warm, wet mouth on my sensitive clitty pole! It was fantastic. Jeremy was a natural. He even massaged my asscheeks as he sucked me. That was a nice touch. When he put his middle finger at my tight little hole and entered to the depth of his nail, I screamed and released all my hot girlie cream all over Jeremy's sweet lips and face. He was a bad boy to do that! I wanted to hold off a little longer before I made a cum. That was when I knew that my asshole was very sensitive and sensual.
I forgave Jeremy though, and helped him lick my cum off his face. Some of it I fed back to him in a sweet series of kisses.
"How did you know to do that to my little tushie hole," I asked sweetly.
"No parental controls on our computer," my smart friend answered.
I kissed him some more. He kissed back.
As we were getting dressed to leave, Jeremy said, "I can't believe we did all that. Can we do it some more tomorrow?"
What a sweetie he was.

Chapter Six - In
The next day, I decided I was going to ask Jeremy to take my virginity. It was getting in the way of some real fun anyway and I wanted to feel a cock in my secret place. The girls in Uncle Hal's books all took huge cocks in their asses and smiled so sweetly that I figured it must be fun. My Internet gurus recommended plenty of lubrication, however. I knew just the thing -- Aunt Beth's vaginal jelly. It was slippery and smooth, just the thing to ensure painless arrival of Jeremy's big boy in my hot tunnel.
I told Jeremy at lunch in school that he could pork my little pooper that afternoon and he almost fainted. He wanted to take me into a broom closet or something and do it right then. Didn't he know that that would be gay? Gee. You have to know your rules about gaiety.
I flew through my cat duties that afternoon and was girlied up very nicely when Jeremy arrived at the appointed time. I was wearing virginal white lingerie - panties, stockings, garter belt, bra stuffed with stockings and four-inch sandals. I sneaked a peek at my legs in the mirror. They looked great -- all toned and sexy. And the heels made my butt stick out in open invitation for a good fucking. I hoped Jeremy would RSVP.
Jeremy's eyes got real big when he saw my pretty face in full make-up. My eyes were bedroom-strength and my lips were in full cocksucker mode.
He kissed and hugged me really sweetly, even slipping his right hand into the back of my panties and massaging my soft cheeks. I purred more than my cousins did.
I asked Jeremy to get naked and he did so post haste. Jeremy had a slim, sturdy body, just like mine. I couldn't help thinking that with a little coaching from me, we would be two hot babes. But for then, I wanted a hot cock, attached to a boy named Jeremy.
"I want you to fuck me today, Jeremy. I want your hot, hard cock to slither in my tight hole and slide in and out, in and out. I want you to make me cum, then cum into my ass with all your manly juices. Will you do that for me, Honey."
The poor boy was dragging his tongue along the floor.
We did some outstanding naked kissing -- one of life's great pleasures, whether or not it yields fluids. We were teasing each other's yummy poles with our fingers as we kissed.
Jeremy and I discovered the joys of nipple licking as well. The sweet boy lifted my bra and licked my puffy nipples ever so gently as he fiddled with my clitty. The boy had real potential. We were in a major dither in about 20 minutes.
I ran into my aunt's and uncle's bedroom with Jeremy in hot pursuit. I handed him the jar of vaginal jelly and explained its uses. Then I lay on my stomach, stretching my small frame diagonally on the bed. I arched my butt, giggled and gave it a sexy little wiggle.
Jeremy needed no further instructions. He lubed up the middle and index fingers of his right hand, leaned over to kiss the back of my neck and slowly, carefully inserted his middle finger into my very tight sphincter.
Ohhhhhh. It was very, very tight in there, but he relaxed me, working in and out. It felt wonderful but I was worried what a larger object, such as, say, a cock, would do to it. My enthusiasm waned a millimeter, then I felt the second finger. That stretched me a bit more and it was a very pleasant feeling. Mmmmmmm. Very pleasant. Stretching. Back there.
I was getting used to my two new friends when they left me. I made a pouty face, but then realized that they were in the way of a friend I had met the day before. Jeremy's cock was poised for insertion. It was a nice four and a half inches. Not bad for a guy our size. Mine was a teeny little weenie - only about three and a half inches.
I felt Jeremy's first inch enter me and my eyes filled with tears. It wasn't entirely pleasant, but Jeremy was being gentle and loving. Two inches and I felt it *pop* through the ring. Better. Nice. I got to my knees to give him a better angle. Three inches. Liftoff. I was being fucked. It was outstanding. I looked back at Jeremy and gave him my blazing smile of encouragement, which translated into, "Oh yeah, Baby. Fuck me now. Hot and hard." Or words to that effect.
Jeremy established a rhythm and I sang his tune. He was on top of me, his chest to my back, which wasn't the best position we later found out, but it was getting the job done that day. I loved the warmth of his body. I loved the friction in my butt. I loved the delicious feminine feelings I had as my guy was penetrating me.
My asshole was very sensitive indeed and it was sending urgent signals to my cock and balls that the cum should stand by to abandon ship. It was a little thing that set me off. Jeremy gripped my hips and caressed them just right. I felt my orgasm in my entire body. My eyelids orgasmed. But the biggest jolt was in my butt, not my clitty. It was as if my anus ring had been clasping a jackhammer. It turned me inside out. And Jeremy hadn't even cum yet.
His witness to my pleasure gave him the jolt he needed to evacuate his own balls. Though Jeremy's first cum had been only 24 hours ago, he was well on his way to being an excellent lover who loved excellent loving.
I felt the first hot load my little butt ever experienced and my eyes filled with tears. Happy tears. I was a nerd no more. I was about to have more great sex than the cool crowd ever dreamed of.
After, Jeremy and I lay on our backs, snuggling. His cock was limp and drooling little globs of cum. Boygoo was slithering from my gaping ass. I was so happy. I told Jeremy he was a very good lover. That made him stiff all over again. Jeremy and I had lived a life starved for praise. It was good for us to have each other.
I told Jeremy that I would lie on my side if he thought he wanted to put that big stiff boy to work again. Jeremy smiled a very unnerdy smile and spooned up next to me. He entered my ass slowly and I gasped with joy. It felt incredible. No pain. All gain. We stretched our loving that time to twenty minutes. The rogue frigged me beautifully and made me cum into his soft hand twice before my ass muscles sent him on the midnight train to paradise.
I wondered if those in-crowders on the football team were enjoying their afternoons as much as we were.

Chapter Seven -- A Change in Plan
Over the next three weeks, I was fucked more than a bride on her honeymoon. Jeremy was insatiable, the bad boy. He had shed his nerdishness like an unneeded skin and had become a smooth, confident lover.
I loved when he had me on my back with my legs up in the air and was plowing my little butt. I felt so helpless and girlish. He was my master. The master who was emptying his endlessly replenished cum bag four or five times a day.
I was able to convince my mother that it was OK to have Jeremy over on Friday and Saturday afternoons and evenings, because she knew we were good k**s and would only watch TV and stuff. We did watch TV now and then, but only to give our balls time to recharge.
We would spend an unhurried seven hours on Friday and ten on Saturday loving each other to the fullest. We took soft, soapy baths together in my aunt's and uncle's deep tub. I was naked, of course, and was worried that it would seem too gay to Jeremy. But he was blind to all but his love for me.
I counted during one Friday and Saturday. I came twelve times and Jeremy came eleven.
I loved sucking Jeremy's cock. I would lick his precum and use his cockhead to slather it all over my made-up cheeks. He told me I was the prettiest cocksucker on earth. I tickled his balls and even squeezed them gently from time to time. Jeremy moaned a lot and praised my beauty and skill. I always knew when my boy was going to cum. I felt a little rumble in his gut and in less than a minute, blooey!
Sometimes I liked to try and swallow it all, but mostly I liked to take his big load right in my face. I would lick his cockhead furiously as his orgasm approached, then close my eyes and squeal with delight as he blew big, sticky gobs of his cream on my pretty face. He said I was the prettiest when I had a faceful of his hot goo. All guys say stuff like that so you'll keep taking it between the eyes.
Jeremy loved to suck my little titties. . They were really only puffy nipples, but he called them my titties. He worshiped them, just as he did my tender balls and my tiny clitty, with its long, brown foreskin concealing my pink jewel. Jeremy became an excellent clitty pleaser, kissing and licking me to furious orgasm at least twice a day.
My other eruptions came from being lovingly and enthusiastically fucked. Jeremy was a terrific lover. He was a natural talent and was always intent on bringing us both pleasure. As he filled me with his love, Jeremy would frig me sweetly, kiss me and tickle my balls and sensitive nipples to distraction. Sometimes I would cum twice just during the extensive foreplay we always began our love sessions with.
His only fault was that he was a bit indiscreet. I told him that we couldn't have any of our fun at school, but he seethed with lust every time he saw me. I hoped no one noticed. They probably didn't, since we were usually ignored. But he always wanted to take me into the boys' room or an empty room or corner and kiss me. He even sucked my clitty a few times right in school. It was very bad and dangerous. But very exciting too. After a while, I stopped thinking of it as gay.
One Saturday, after some proper warm-ups, we began with a slow, loving, on-my back fuck that lasted almost an hour. After that, Jeremy told me that he loved me. He was so cute. I loved him too, and said so. Then I ruined the mood by telling him that in four months, the good times could be over.
That sobered my man up a bit. He said, "Then I'd better not waste any more time. Sarah, would it be OK if I tried on some panties and other, you know, things, too?"
Wow! How did I feel about that? I didn't know. I loved having a boyfriend. But even if he dressed all the way, we could still have sex as girlfriends. I asked, "Why do you want to do that, Honey?"
"I need to know if I'm, you know, like you. I see you being a beautiful girl and the thought excites me. A lot. We can still make love no matter what I wear."
"Of course, Sweetie. There are more than 60 pairs of panties here. Which do you like best?"
Jeremy blushed. "They're all so exciting, but I like these." He held up a sweet little pair of flesh-colored, silk, bikinis, trimmed with white lace. They were adorable!
I worried that they wouldn't fit. They were just a teensy snug, but that only made the poor boy's cock very excited, which made them really snug.
I kissed him sweetly and rubbed the front of his little panties. He filled them right away with a big, cummy mess. He liked those panties.
He was whimpering softly as he came. I asked, "Are you all right, Honey?"
"I'm just scared, Sarah. What does this mean?"
"I don't know, Sweetie. Would you like to find out?"
He gulped out a yes.
I took his panties off, licked him clean, then gave him a fresh pair of blue boyteasers. The licking and the pretty panties had him all stiff again and I wasn't able to get them on, so I gave him a nice paralyzing blowjob to relax him a little.
He looked so cute in those little sweeties that I gave him a big hug. I wondered if he liked his nipples licked, as we girls did. So I gave a tentative tongueteaser to his right nippie. He arched his back and got hard all over again. Wow! I slipped my hand down the back of his panties and entered his anus with my finger. I doodled around back there and began to kiss and lick his left nipple. He blew another big load. Oh my. At that rate, we would be all out of clean panties in another 14 hours.
Jeremy was trembling with the emotions and sexual excitement of the past few minutes. I asked if he would like to try on some stockings. He nodded meekly and I led him to the bathroom for some shaving. The overexcited sweetie came again during the shaving. Of course my licking and kissing his cock several times during the process may have been contributory.
Shaved and in his fourth panties of the day, Jeremy sat as I rolled each black stocking up each smooth leg. Jeremy quivered with excitement and was once again hard as Gibraltar. I hooked a black lacy garter belt on him and escorted him to the full-length mirror. He gasped with delight. And he didn't even have make-up on. Well, I fixed that, seating him at the vanity and dolling him to perfection. I fitted him with the two-inch heels I wore the first day, slipped one of Aunt Beth's blonde wigs and pink nighties on him and helped him sissy to the mirrors once again.
Jeremy was enthralled with his own image. He appeared to be a very pretty and cute young girl.
He moved this way and that, almost believing that it was a trick and that I had hired a real girl to stand in an empty "mirror" case and mimic his movements. Like a Marx brothers movie. As he became convinced of his beauty and femininity, I stood behind him and reached around his hip. We both looked in the mirror as I extracted his cock and balls from their silky confinement.
"What a pretty girl you make, Honey," I said to my best friend. "Look at those beautiful eyes." His cock was throbbing in my tender grip. "And look how good those legs look in stockings and pretty heels. You can wear higher ones later. When you walk down the street all the boys will look at your legs and ass and gorgeous face. They'll all want to kiss you." I rubbed Jeremy's cock harder and it twitched. "Then they'll want to lift your skirt, pull your panties down and put their big cocks right here." I entered his anus with two fingers and he blew the biggest load of the day. Where did it all come from? He was whimpering and trembling with the impact of the release. And the mirror was going to need some attention.
The poor guy was exhausted. I led him to the bed and kissed and hugged him.
"Do you want to see what it's like as a girl for a while when we're here at the condo, Sweetie?" I asked.
Jeremy nodded meekly. It was as if he were already a girl. And a submissive one at that.
"Do you have a girl's name in mind?"
"I like Kristen, or Krissi," the sweet little girl said. And she fell into a contented sleep.

Chapter Eight - Two Hot Girls
Well Krissi turned out to be the girliest girl of all. She was an A number one sissy. She adored wearing the frilliest things and made a big cummy mess almost every time she put on panties.
Of course she started wearing panties and stockings to school and everywhere else. It was a link between the false lives we had to lead whenever we weren't in the condo and our real lives as two hot girls.
We proved we were hot girls in love sessions that were more spirited than when Jeremy was pretending to be a boy. I thought that Jeremy was passionate, but Krissi was insatiable.
I even fucked Krissi. Once or twice a day. My little clitty couldn't have felt like much to her, but she either really enjoyed it or was faking extra nicely. I don't think all those earth-shaking cums she had when I was plowing her pasture could have been faked.
It was a lot of fun putting little Sarah into Krissi's warm place. I lubed her up each time and that alone had her gasping and panting. Often, she came hard before I even entered her. I must have been sexier than I thought.
Making love as girls was different, but still lots of fun. One Saturday, I brought out two of my Aunt's tiny nighties that had lacy openings where the boobies were supposed to be. All we had were our puffy nipples, but exposing them like that was very exciting. We reversed on each other in bed and worshiped each other's nipples until we came three times each and almost fainted.
One day, I brought out two pairs of satin gloves and we rubbed each oher all over with them. My gloves had three big cummy loads on them at the end of the day and Krissi's had four.
But Krissi and I had to admit at the end of a month, that we wanted to feel boys on top of us, rubbing us with their hairy chests, putting their big cocks in us all the way to our throats. Mmmmmm.
I suggested one Wednesday that we begin by venturing forth babishly that coming Saturday. We would shop a little, get a make-up makeover/lesson and visit our city's art museum. The important thing was for us to get out and visit the world as Sarah and Krissi. If we ran into any boys, that would be a bonus.
Krissi eagerly agreed, but began to fret about what she would wear. The next two days, our orgasms were slashed in half as we made clothing selections. Krissi settled on a pretty white dress with blue polka dots, white stockings and pretty blue, four-inch, stiletto sandals. She did look scrumptious in it! I wore a lovely red dress with black stockings and red stiletto sandals. We looked very hot!
When we emerged from the condo at noon on Saturday, blinking at the sunlight, we beheld a world we hoped was ready for Sarah and Krissi.
We got into Krissi's car and she realized she would have to drive in heels. That took a bit of practice, but we survived.
Getting out of the car, we were struck by how vulnerable we were dressed as we were. Men and boys, who could not always control themselves, would want our bodies next to theirs. The wind was unpredictable and could blow up our short skirts, exposing our pretty panties. And our garters and stocking tops.
Where's that old wind when you need it?
We went to our first beauty parlor for the make-up lesson. We wanted to get our hair styled and fingers and toes manicured, but we would have been discovered. Our longish hair was in a girlie style and our nails were filed and clean.
The ladies at the beauty parlor didn't seem to have any idea that we were still (but not really) boys. They just gushed at how pretty we were and made a few good make-up suggestions and adjustments. When they were through, we had never looked better.
With that huge boost to our confidence, we went to a department store next to the museum, picking up a few personal items and enjoying all the lusty stares from the men and boys. My clitty was stirring as I saw some of them giving me bedroom looks.
Still, my Daddy always said, "If you lie down with dogs, you get fleas." I took that to mean, if you want to meet nice boys, hang out at nice places.
Thus, we walked back to the car, put our packages in the trunk and strolled over to the museum in our big heels. We were easily the femmiest people we saw that day. The women and girls we saw were all in jeans or khakis. And there we were flashing flesh. Our egos expanded with every lusty stare.
We paid our admissions and perused the paintings. Krissi and I loved art and it was so enjoyable to be there. Being there as our true, girl selves made it a perfect experience.
I couldn't help but notice that two fine-looking young men seemed to be taking a stronger interest in Krissi and me than the paintings. I nudged Krissi and she nodded.
They were a little older than we were - seniors I would have guessed - and very handsome, in a clean, nice way. I was such a bad girl. My little pooper was tingling with the thought of entertaining one of those beautiful creatures. They probably had big, hot, stiff cocks with thick blue veins and long foreskins. And big heavy balls the size of peaches, filled with hot cream. Ooooooh. My teeny clitty was leaking very badly, wetting my little panties. I was so naughty. If one of them fucked me, would it hurt? Would I be walking funny for a week? What beautiful thoughts.
The boys sort of drifted in the general direction we did. I was sure they were sneaking little glances at us, but couldn't catch them directly. The dark-haired one disappeared for a few minutes, but came back soon after.
It didn't appear that they would make the first move. And we weren't trampy enough to do so, although I did consider hanging a sign on my butt that said, "Big cocks wanted. Inquire within."
At around 4:30 we decided to give up and go back to the condo, consoling ourselves with a few life-threatening orgasms and planning the next venture. We went out to the car and when we arrived, disaster had stricken! The left, rear tire was almost completely flat!
What would we do? We couldn't change a tire in Aunt Beth's pretty dresses and all our other options were just as bad.
I was just about to cry, when I heard a deep voice say, "Can we help you ladies?"
It was the boys from the museum! Oh frabjous day! Calloo, callay, as Lewis Carrol said in Jabberwocky.
We shyly introduced ourselves and thanked them for any assistance they could provide. Their names were Matt, the sandy-haired and oh-so-cute one, and Greg, the dark-haired and only-a-9.9 one. They were both so tall -- six foot one -- and so broad-shouldered, that we must have seemed like munchkins to them. In our big heels, we barely came up to their chins.
They set to work and told us how they were seniors at LaSalle Academy, the Catholic High School on the other side of town. They admitted to noticing us and shyly asked for our phone numbers.
When they finished, we thanked them with big lipsticky kisses, with lots of tongue. Matt was mine. Maybe we were just a tiny bit trampy. They responded with some excellent rekissing. Mmmmm.
I said we could do better than phone numbers and told them about the condo. Whether they wanted to come over or not depended on their reaction to our "little secret."
Krissi agreed beforehand that any boys we met and selected for heart-stopping coitus would have to know the truth first. Sex with a particular boy wasn't worth getting beaten to a pulp for.
"We're special girls," Krissi said.
Greg smiled and said, "We already knew that."
"No," she persisted, "I mean we were born with boys' bodies and we still have our cocks and balls. Do you still want to make love to us?"
The boys considered us, realized we weren't k**ding, and looked at each other. Silent agreement passed between them. Matt said, "We're smart guys. Why would we let a little thing keep us from making love to the two prettiest girls in town?"
Oh, Matt. I hugged and kissed him, rubbing my tiny body against his rock-hard cock. Krissi and Greg were in a deep clinch as well. They broke it and got in Krissi's car, Matt and I in his car.
As we drove, I wanted to remove that nice piece of meat from Matt's pants and give it a full inspection. Patience, Sarah, I told myself.
We got to the condo. The boys washed up the tire mess from their hands and I fed the cats. Then Krissi and I went to the bathroom, fixing our faces and plotting our next moves.
When we came out, the boys were sitting on the couch expectantly. I stood in front of the door of the master bedroom. Krissi was in the door of the guest room. On cue, we leaned over and slid our panties slowly down our legs, all the way to our pretty heels. We stepped out of our panties one leg at a time, then straightened up, holding our panties by one finger. We looked at our boys, then at each other and dropped our panties to the floor. Then we entered the bedrooms, leaving each door ajar.
Microseconds later, Matt appeared. He kissed me, smiling broadly. He was a great kisser! I turned my back to him and asked him to unzip me. He did so eagerly.
I removed my dress and hung it carefully. After shimmying off my slip, I was standing there in a black cami, very sheer black stockings with matching garter belt and big heels. My little girlfriend was painfully erect and sticking up her entire three and a half inches. I sissied over to the bed and lay on my back.
"Like what you see?" I asked.
Matt nodded, almost drooling.
"Can I see you now?"
Matt rapidly ditched his khakis, blue polo and teal jockeys. He stood across from me with his rippling muscles and proud package. His body was spectacular! All my dreams come true. His cock was almost exactly twice the size of mine and very thick. It was leaking sticky goo, so I knew I was exciting him. And his balls were fat and heavy with hot cream. Yummy!
I asked him, "Is that all for me?"
He smiled and said, "Every inch and drop, Sarah."
Matt lay to my right on the bed. I felt his hot breath on my cheek as he kissed me softly and explored my body with his right hand. He loved the feel of my stockinged legs and the bare thighs above them. I knew he was straight, but the boy seemed fascinated by my clitty. He said it just looked so foreign there, like a guy at a bridal shower. He stroked it very nicely as he trailed kisses down my shoulders and arms. He lifted my cami and pulled it up over my nipples. I was clearly flat-chested, but Matt licked and sucked my nipples as if they were the world's tastiest ice cream cone. It was so intense and erotic, I couldn't hold back. I squealed once, then gave a little eeky scream. Then I made a big cummy mess all over Matt's strong hand. The big doll smiled and told me how happy he was that I liked him. I decided to show him how much.
His hand was all covered with cum. I offered him a towel, but he looked me in the eyes and licked it off. Can I pick 'em?
I asked Matt to sit on the side of the bed and I would make him really glad he did. I got on my knees between his legs. His big boy was very ready for some loving after a day of stimulation. I touched it for the first time. It throbbed and spit a big sticky glob that almost covered the head. I squealed with delight. He liked that.
I hefted his balls. Heavy! And loaded with something that was going to be feeding me in the very near future. Matt liked the attention to his balls. He got stiffer and his cock twitched. I ran my little hands all up and down the veins that traversed his weapon. I decided to get moving here or the first shot would be fired into the air and not into my hungry tummy.
I locked eyes with Matt, smiled sweetly and kissed his fiery cockhead. He smiled back. At that moment, I knew this wasn't just going to be a one-time lay. We felt some thing between us. I was also pretty sure that he had sent Greg out to let the air out of Krissi's tire so we could meet. I was a sweet little girl, but I wasn't stupid.
I pulled Matt's foreskin back, exposing one of the world's most beautiful sights, a pink, wet, excited cockhead, with pouting peelips and drooling goo. I wet it some more with my mouth, replacing the goo with my saliva. Just then, we heard a sexy scream in the next room. It sounded as if Krissi was having her own fun. We giggled, then I went back to work. I twirled my tongue in loopdeloops. I ran his cock all over my cheeks, soaking them with his wet secretions. I kissed, frigged and skinned his cock. I was very good. And in about five minutes, I got the girl's big reward. Matt grunted. His cock throbbed hard, twitched and erupted. I wanted to swallow some and let Matt give me a pimple-preventer with the rest. There was enough hot cum for a whole homeroom of girls. It felt so good on my tongue, pallet, throat, cheeks and nose. I looked like someone who had just come inside when it was raining cum. Matt was ecstatic. I didn't think any of his other girlfriends had been half as friendly. Or skillful. Or giving.
He pulled me up for a big cummy kiss, which I loved so much. We ended up toweling each other's faces off and I went to fix my make-up and to be sure I was all slick with vaginal jelly for what I hoped was the next round. I put a lot of the stuff on, because I was worried about the size of that monster in my little poopie-hole. It felt good applying that stuff. I imagined how good Matt's cock would feel.
More screaming and squealing next door. Hmmm.
I returned to the bed, kissed Matt and got on all fours, offering him my best feature. He entered me with his fingers and worked me up to a slow boil. By then, he was very hard again and ready for an anal lovefest.
Matt thought doggie-style was a little crude, I guess, because he put me on my left side and spooned up behind me. I loved him taking charge. He stroked my clitty and told me he would be gentle. My eyes filled a little with fear, but lust was dominant. "I know you'll be gentle, Matt. But please, can I have your beautiful cock now?"
Not wishing to disappoint a lady, Matt paused at Heaven's Gate. I felt the wet tip of his cock against my tender anus. I quivered with fear and desire. Then he pushed that whole, beautiful monster forward and entered me with his big clubhead. Tiny pain. Big pleasure. Fair enough.
I was so full. He pushed more in. I was bursting. He pushed again. I was being split in two! Give me more! He gave me everything. My world was complete. My life had meaning. Fuck me!!!!!!
Matt did, and never forgot to kiss me or stroke my clitty. He was too big for my tiny heinie, but my heinie got over it. I could feel his testicles touching my bottom as he slapped his pelvis against my plump, wobbling feminine buttocks.
There's no orgasm like the one you have when your ass is stuffed and Matt's multiple assaults made me shake like California when the earth is angry. My orgasm started in my ass and spread to my nipples, toes and clitty. My cum seemed to be as blocked up as I was. It could only dribble out, but this prolonged the feelings well beyond the usual best ten seconds of the day. I spasmed for over a minute, which excited Matt so much, especially when I was screaming as if I were giving birth, that he experienced what he later told me was the best orgasm of his life.
He did say later though that the three he had later that evening were even better. So were mine.
The boys reluctantly left us at ten under the condition that we would make love with them every spare moment for the rest of our lives. That sounded pretty good to me.
Krissi and I showered to remove the smell of raw sex, opening the windows in a vain attempt to release the unmistakable odor of cum and carnal sweat.
As we emerged from the shower, Krissi realized that she hadn't sucked my cock all day, which, she said, was like a day without sunshine, so the insatiable little sexpot got onto her pretty knees and drew moisture from what I was sure was the desert. The boys were wonderful, but I would never injure my relationship with Jeremy/Krissi for anyone. She still excited me and the little teaser knew it.
Over the next two months, I came to the condo every day to become Sarah, but apparently the other three members of our little club had actual lives. Krissi was always there on Fridays and Saturdays, but at her mother's urging had joined some clubs that would go on college applications. She kept her ball bag full on Mondays and Wednesdays, staring at a chess club board instead of my clitty. That meant a vigorous ballbag emptying on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Ouch!
The boys were attending to their princesses' needs usually two or three days a week, and not always together, so we had to discard jealousy and love the one we were with.
On four occasions, Greg and I were alone in the condo. The first time, I blushed like a virgin for him. I was nervous and so was he. Matt had given him absolution to fuck me if I wanted him to. I wanted him to.
Krissi had told me that Greg was very oral, much more than Matt. He loved sucking Krissi's clitty and would often do so through two, even three cums. He also knew how to massage a prostate as he was creating wet, delicious friction on the glans.
I was eager to find out how much of this was fact and after some lovely kissing, I lay back and let the young man work his mouth magic. Oh my goodness, that was lovely what he was doing with his fingers back there. Unnnnhhh. I didn't know you could do that. What was he doing? Ohhhhhh! I squealed "Gregggggg!" as he capped my clitty with his wet mouth. He massaged my distressed prostate for 32 seconds longer as he skillfully ran his tongue along the arrow-like underside of my sweet meat. Then I dug my fingers into his hair, squealed like the biggest sissy on earth and came. My eyes fluttered. My toes curled. My cockette twitched and jerked as I spewed sperm and yelled bloody murder.
And Krissi said he did that two or three times in a row. He would kill me if he tried that. Of course if I got near death, I could ask him to stop. The bad boy's fingers were still in my secret place. And moving. I wanted to ask him to stop, but my prickie was hard again and I just couldn't form the words. Greg was licking my clitty all over with his long, wet tongue. It was leaking sticky goo again, even though it had erupted minutes before. Would I live through the afternoon? My asshole was sore and tingling. My prostate was sending out cum alerts in rapid succession. Greg concentrated his licking on the head, kissing and lubricating it with great ardor. With his free hand, he stirred my little bag of g****s, squeezing them gently. No one could resist that for long. I surrendered to his attentions and my balls delivered another big, sticky load of love to Greg's eager lips. I shook and screamed, and still he massaged my prostate.
"Please," I begged, gasping. "Fuck me, now."
Greg smiled and mounted me. Covering me with kisses, then impaling me with his burning rod into my impatient, eager ass. Aaaaaaaahhhhhh. My nylon-encased legs and pretty feet with high, stiletto heels bounced on his manly shoulders.
I was frenzied with lust and miraculously hard yet again. I dug my nails into Greg's ass, willing him to give me every millimeter of his cock. He kissed my lips and told me how beautiful I was. I glowed with pride and sexual heat. Oh, sweet goodness, I was going to cum once again, how was that............ uuuuuuhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Greg was delighted that he had given me such pleasure and I could see that his own ecstasy was approaching rapidly. The sweet torture slammed into him and I grabbed him with all my 115 pounds, clutching him as he quivered and flooded my tiny girlie pussy.
As we lay there after, my asshole drooling cum, I thought of myself as one of the luckiest girls on earth.
It was even better on the days when the boys both showed up, but Krissi didn't. I was such a little cock hog. One Monday they each fucked me twice in the ass as I sucked the other's cock. Things were very good. Too good to last as they were.

Chapter Nine - Changes
Two months before Aunt Beth and Uncle Hal were due to return, my mother changed everything.
Mom's best friend at work, Mrs. Dixon, was going back to work full time. This meant that her 13-year-old son Danny would be a latchkey k** after school unless Mrs. Dixon could find an alternative solution.
Mom, who apparently thought all I was doing at the condo was playing with cats and watching TV, saw an elegant solution. Danny and I could keep each other company at the condo every afternoon.
That, of course, was a disaster of humongous proportions, but I could think of no suitable counter-argument except that it would leave me in boy's clothes with full balls. Greg, Matt and Krissi took it very hard. Krissi cried. I felt awful. Maybe there was a solution.
I was not in the best mood when I drove to the Dixons' on my first day to "babysit" Danny. I was to pick him up at his house every day and drive him to the condo. Surprise number one was when Danny stepped out of his house carrying some cookies that his mother baked for us for that afternoon.
Danny was a living doll! Probably the most beautiful 13-year-old boy in the world! And unless my eyes deceived me, he was sporting an enormous package in those khaki pants.
Of course, sex with Danny would be robbing the cradle. But man, did I want to get in that cradle and rock it with him. I wondered if all was not lost.
Danny was shy, but he wanted me to like him very much. He was so cute when he offered me the cookies. He would have been cute doing anything.
When we got to the apartment, I left Danny in the kitchen to get some milk and set off to do my cat duties. My head was full of possibilities with Danny, even to the point of bringing him into our carnal circle. But if I scared him..........and he told his mother...............who told my mother.......... I had too much on my mind as I bustled into the spare bathroom to get the litter box and beheld - Danny. He was standing in front of the toilet, with his very large cock in his hand. He was moaning with lust as globs of sperm were flying from his big rammer. He had seen me enter the room. But Danny was at the point in his orgasm where nothing would stop him from cumming for any reason. We've all been there. His cock was gorgeous! His body was gorgeous! But the most gorgeous things of all were the tiny, blue, silky, bikini panties with white lace that were pulled just below his buttcheeks. Danny was a panty boy!
What an interesting development!
My heart ached for him when he began to sob. He begged me, "Oh, please don't tell my mother, Mickey. Please don't. I shouldn't have done that. I was just so............ I shouldn't have done that."
I knew the next few moments would be critical, but I didn't have time to strategize so I acted on instinct. He was sobbing, so I hugged him and told him everything was going to be all right. At 5'8", Danny was a giant next to me, but he let me comfort him, since I was older and this was my turf. Remember, his pants were still around his ankles and his recently discharged weapon was still drooling gobs of cum. I ignored all that and kept hugging him, rubbing his back.
I resisted a strong urge to fall on my knees and suck him to another cockstand. Instead, I asked him to pull up his pants and come into the living room. He did so, but was very ashamed.
I did the only thing I could to make him feel better. "Danny," I said, "There's no need to be ashamed. Look." And I pulled down my pants to show him a white garter belt, holding up tan stockings and covered by cute, little white panties.
Danny's eyes got very big. The bulge in his pants began to grow again.
"I wear panties and stockings almost every day. Except when I have gym. Not everyone understands. But you understand, don't you, Honey?"
Danny sniffled and nodded his head.
I went on. "We wear panties because it makes us happy, right?"
Danny said, "Oh, yes. I adore wearing panties."
"And other girlie things?" I asked.
Danny blushed. "I dream about it, but I haven't yet."
"I hope Krissi and I can help your dreams come true, Honey. Krissi is my best friend, sometimes called Jeremy. My girl name is Sarah. Do you have a girl name?"
Danny hesitated, then whispered, "Sydney."
"That's a pretty name for a pretty girl."
Danny's eyes flamed. "Do you think I could be pretty?"
"The boys will be lined around the block to ask you to go to the prom."
This was so much for Danny's young brain to process. His heart fluttered at the thought of wearing a prom dress and being with a