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Corruption Samantha's Story By Erica Wright, with very special consultant, Marcia St. Denis 05/02/02 - 08/14/02 Faithful readers, I thought you needed some background information on Samantha in order to justify the storyline in later chapters of Corruption. Thankfully I was able to convince Marcia to allow me to 'investigate' Samantha's younger years. This is a stand-alone story but fits nicely with the original story. Take heart, more chapters of both stories are in the works. Chapter 1 Sam remembered part of the night like it was yesterday. He was fourteen, and home alone when the police knocked on the door. "Is your father home?" That's all they kept asking him as he looked at them through the cracked door. He kept the two chain locks engaged as his mother and father had instructed him and despite seeing the policemen's badges he didn't want to let them in. He just knew something was wrong; police don't knock on your door in the middle of the night unless something terrible has happened. "Son, we need to talk to you. Can you please let us in?" "My mom and dad said never to let anyone in..." "Well, OK. Then you're doing the right thing by not letting us in son. Listen, call the police precinct. Give them your address and then ask them if there are two officers outside your door... While you're by the phone, is there a relative you can call? Someone who can come over now?" Sam closed the door and locked the deadbolt. He leaned out the window trying to see the street four floors below. If he could just see a police car, or maybe the reflections of flashing lights he'd feel better. But because of the angle he couldn't see anything. After calling the precinct and being told that it was very important that he let the officers in, he did. The hours from the time his fingers touched the doorknob until his uncle Steve showed up at the hospital the next morning were a complete blur. Weeks later he pieced the lost hours together by talking to his uncle. After the police had told him the horrible news that his mother had been killed in the family's convenience store he must've passed out and been brought to the hospital. He had vague memories, of a stretcher, an ambulance ride and an embarrassing moment of someone undressing him. Other than that, he recalled nothing before waking up in the hospital. He remembered his Uncle Steve slumped in the chair across from him, asleep. He remembered slipping past him to use the bathroom. He remembered walking out of the bathroom and being wrapped in a tight bear hug. "They found your dad too... He's gone. He's gone too... Who could've done this... your parents, my sister... the fucking bastards...." Even in his slightly sedated state he remembered the odd construction of the sentence, "Your parents, my sister... the fucking bastards." His mother had been found behind the counter of the family store, one shot in the back. His father had been found a few blocks away in a dark alley. He had been shot five or six times in the face. The funeral had been horrible. His mother's casket was open, his fathers closed. Sam just kept wondering when he would wake up so that life could return to normal. Sam stayed with Uncle Steve in his shabby apartment for a few days and then they both moved back into Sam's parent's apartment. He never saw the police after that first night. He kept wondering when the big investigation would start, never knowing that there wouldn't really be one. His parents owned and operated a 24-hour convenience store in a bad section of the city. As far as the police were concerned it was almost their fault for being there. Within two or three weeks everything seemed to be back to normal except his parents were dead. He'd get up, go to school, come home, do his homework, make something to eat, watch some TV and then go to bed. It was a cycle that repeated itself over and over again. Uncle Steve was working the same hours that his parents used to and Sam would only see him in passing. One night he woke up to hear Steve arguing with someone on the phone. He crept to the bedroom door trying to listen. "... I told you before that they had no fucking money. If they did, they wouldn't have been working there. Yeah well, I gave you all I got, its not like they had some big fucking insurance police. I barely covered the funerals and now I'm stuck with a kid, a store that barely breaks even and I still owe you more money than I'll ever make in my fucking lifetime. Somehow you've gotten blood from this stone but there ain't no more. I'll give you everything I make... forever, but you gotta stop compounding what I owe." There was silence and Sam started to back away to go back to bed. But his uncle started talking again. "No fucking way, I'm not doin' that... I barely sleep now... Well all right then, maybe you'll have to do it to make your point in the neighborhood, but then you'll never get your money, are you gonna write that much off just to make a fucking point? I'm trying... Give me some time. I've always thought of something before... Hey? Hello? Hello?" Steve slammed the phone down. "Fuck!" Sam backed away, trying to make it back to his bed without making a noise. One step from his bed the floor groaned loudly. He jumped into bed as he heard the kitchen chair slide across the floor and then agitated footsteps to his door. He sprawled out and tried to relax just as his door opened. "Sam... You OK Sam?" Uncle Steve whispered as he walked across the room. Sam's own voice screamed in his head... 'Breathe easy... breathe easy... nice and calm.' Sam knew he had heard something he wasn't supposed to. He felt his uncle leaning over him, felt his eyes searching for any sign of awareness. 'Pretend to wake up... or keep faking???' Sam was torn as the seconds stretched into what seemed like hours. Finally, "Fuckin' imagining things..." Steve mumbled as he turned to leave the room. Sam saw the shadow cross behind closed lids and waited for the door to shut. It did and he took a deep breath. He didn't sleep the entire night. When he finally gave up trying it was about 5:00 AM. Sam could hear his uncle shuffling through his morning routine. A few minutes later he heard the apartment door slam shut, and he crawled out of bed. He went to the bathroom and then made his way to the kitchen. There was a note on the table: Sam, I know this will be hard, but do you think you could go through your mother and father's things? I tried last night and I just can't. I keep thinking about not having my little sister ever again... I can't keep living out of boxes and bags and I think we both need to start moving on... You can take the day off from school if you want. Steve Sam slowly walked to his parent's bedroom. There were the black plastic bags with Steve's clothes hanging out of them strewn around. His mother would've flipped. She always said, "We might only be a step from trash ourselves, but that doesn't mean we have to live like it..." The room looked like a garbage heap. He sat down onto the bed and stared at his parents' dresser. He didn't think he'd have a problem going through his dad's things since there wasn't a lot there and he knew all about what boy's wear. But his mom's things were another story. Since he'd been a little boy he'd always been fascinated by the difference in girls and boys clothes and he had always liked looking at his mom's stuff and touching them when he thought he could sneak a feel. He remembered asking his mother why her clothes were so soft and slippery and fancy and his and his dad's were so plain and boring. Her answer had been simple, "Because I'm a girl and you're not. That's one of the special things about being a girl, we get prettier clothes!" Even though they weren't rich, his mom always seemed to have really nice dresses and shoes around and her underwear was really flimsy and pretty and looked just like what girls wore in the magazines his mom liked to read. His dad had told him that he liked seeing his mom all dressed up pretty and feminine. "It makes me proud to be seen with her," his father had said. Sam pulled open the top drawer and the sweet flowery scent hit him like a punch in the stomach. It didn't matter what kind of day she was having, there was always a hint of this scent on his mother. He took a deep breath and sat back on the bed crying before his backside hit the comforter. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, but his stomach was growling when he finally woke up. After eating three bowls of almost dry cereal (there had only been about an ounce of sour milk in the carton!) Sam returned to his parent's bedroom. He looked in the drawer. Bras, matching panties, slips, stockings and other things he didn't know the name of stared back at him. He reached in and pulled out two huge handfuls. "Well now what...?" he said to no one. He found an empty bag and began to stuff the lingerie in until his hand lingered on a soft smooth item. His fingers closed around it and he pulled it back out from the bag. It was black and shiny and had a really delicate, see-through lace ruffle at the edge. It stretched when he pulled at it. Years later he would think back on the next fifteen seconds and wonder what caused him to do what he did next. Almost in a trance he stepped out of his plain checked boxers and shimmied into the black panties. Almost immediately his cock got hard as a rock, straining against the smooth tight satin spandex. He looked down past the lace ruffle and rubbed the sausage shape under the panties. Little electric jolts seemed to swarm over his body. "MMMmmmm..." he said as he kept rubbing his cock. He looked in the mirror. He thought he looked silly but in spite of that, he knew he really liked the feelings that were coming from down there. "Maybe if I put on something else I won't look so funny...." He looked in the drawer, and found a matching black bra. After fumbling with it for a few minutes he had it on straight. Now he didn't look quite as stupid, in fact he kind of liked the way he looked! "I need boobs... this doesn't look right!" He found some soft stockings and stuffed them in the cups, shaping them as he squeezed them. He reached forward and shifted the mirror down so his head wasn't in the frame. Now he really liked what he saw, it was like having his own girl to rub and stroke! He imagined he was looking at Lizzy Sampson, who had been held back in school. She was older than all the other kids. In addition, Lizzy had developed physically much earlier than any of the other girls. His friends would always talk about her titties and what it would be like to squeeze them. Sam liked to think about touching them too but he also kept thinking about whether she wore pretty panties and bras like the ones he had on and tried to imagine what she looked like in them. In his mind he became her. He was rubbing and squeezing Lizzy's big titties and she liked it. Truth was, he liked it too! It was strange but he was living out two different characters. He was both Lizzy, enjoying the rubbing and squeezing and fondling, and he was himself doing the rubbing, squeezing and fondling. He imagined Lizzy whispering something really dirty, something he had been told he wasn't ever to do until he was MUCH older. "Rub me there, down between my legs... rub my vagina..." Sam watched in the mirror as his own hand slid down his smooth stomach passing over his throbbing penis and settled over his tightly wrapped balls while his other hand reached under his bra and began to pinch his hard swollen nipple. He cupped his balls and began rubbing them, doing what he and his friends had always imagined some girl would let them do some day. He was squeezing Lizzy's big tits and feeling her vagina too! As he rubbed and squeezed he felt this incredible buzzy feeling all over and he kept rubbing faster and faster, squeezing Lizzy's tits and soft vagina. Every time he slowed down the buzz would go away so he went faster and faster until he closed his eyes and then he thought he was dying. Every inch of his body seemed to be on fire and tingling as he started to shake. His breath came in short gasps and his blood felt like it was boiling. He had no idea what was happening but continued rubbing faster and faster because it felt so good! "Ughhhhh! Oooommmmmph!!!!" He heard himself groan. His hand was a blur as he gazed at himself through barely opened eyes. And then his balls were contracting under the tight smooth material. He felt this incredible feeling rush come over him and then move up his penis. A second later it was twitching in the tight confines of the panties. He felt hot wet stuff pumping out everywhere. All he could think was that he was peeing himself, but he didn't care. For the first time in weeks he felt alive! More alive then he'd ever felt before. After a minute or two he sat back on the bed panting. He rubbed his cock through the satin front panel of his mom's panties and could feel it slipping around in something wet and thick. He pulled the waistband of the panties out and looked down. His cock was still hard but there was all this stringy white and clear goo everywhere. It was like someone had dumped a bottle of rubber cement in his panties but the scent was kind of fresh and nutty like it was fresh from the ocean. He found himself breathing the aroma in deeply. He was more shocked when he found himself reaching in and running a finger through it and bringing it up to his mouth, smelling and tasting cum for the first time in his young life. What shocked him the most was that he liked the taste and the texture and he LOVED the smell.... All rich and nutty and salty like the ocean. He pulled the panties up tight and began rubbing himself again. The panties were soaked completely through by this time and the lubrication of his own cum was driving him to another quick orgasm. Before he knew it another load of hot sticky goo spurted out of his cock. This time there was no holding him back as he immediately reached into the panties and scooped out loads of wet stringy cum. He felt guilty and excited and embarrassed all at once as he feasted on his special treat. When the inside of the panties were almost empty and only had a bit of residual stickiness to them he slowly peeled them off, tossing them on the floor in a ball. "What now?" he thought. He looked at the half full bag of lingerie as well as what remained in the drawer. "There's no way I can just throw this stuff out... I need to go through it... slowly... carefully." He searched out another pair of panties. He pulled on a pink pair that seemed to have no back to them, just a thin strip of satin material. The front panel consisted of sheer see through lace with an off-white floral pattern on them. He loved the look of his little cock peeking back at him through the lace panel. Then he remembered that a bra and panties SHOULD match. He struggled with the bra he'd put on earlier and quickly got the black one off and put a pink one on in its place. He filled the black plastic bag with the contents of the top drawer and dragged it back to his room. As the afternoon changed into evening a cross-dresser was born. Sam quickly settled into a routine. Anything plain and utilitarian, like cotton bras and panties, went into one black plastic bag, anything shiny, slippery, stretchy or lacy and feminine went into another. In the course of going through everything he came across a pantyhose keeper. It had a bunch of little pockets with all different colored pantyhose stuffed in them. He decided to keep all of them but not before pulling his panties off and slipping on a particularly smooth stretchy pair. He loved the way they squeezed and caressed him as he moved around in his room. He pulled the panties back on over the top of the hose and continued going through his mom's things. Finally it came time to try on everything he wanted to keep. Being as young as he was, most of her things were either too big or fit pretty well. Everything that was a little too big, he kept. Those few things that were too small, he threw out. Even then he was thinking of the future. He knew he would be growing, not shrinking. He also knew this was his only source of this special pleasure. It wasn't like he could ever walk into a store and buy a bra. The police would probably come and take him away! After a few hours, he had gone through the contents of the dresser and half of the closet. It was late but he knew he still had hours until his uncle came home. He sped up. It was easier going through the clothes than the lingerie. By necessity his mother had a fairly plain wardrobe and most of it went in the bag to get rid of but the sexier outfits and dresses and skirts and tops stayed. Almost twelve hours later Sam looked at what he'd done. Eight big bags of clothes to go, two bags to stay. What would he do with the 'keepers'? It wasn't like he could hang the stuff in his closet, or put it in his own drawers. He remembered that his dresser had a false bottom and he stuffed some under there. The rest went under his bed for the short-term. He knew he would need to find a good place for the rest but for now it just needed to be out of his uncle's sight! He was starving and walked to the kitchen in the pantyhose, pink bra and panties he'd worn all day. It amazed him how naturally he'd taken to the soft sexy underwear. He remembered torturing and teasing a classmate who had been forced to wear panties to school by the kid's older brother. Was Sam what they had called his schoolmate? Was he a sissy? A fag? 'No freaking way!' Sam mumbled, 'I was thinking about sexy Lizzy Sampson, I wasn't thinking about another guy!' But it wasn't quite so easy to put those thoughts away once he had opened the subject and they kept going around and around inside him as he sat and ate a peanut and butter sandwich. He was getting a little upset that they were nagging at him so much. "If you're not a sissy-boy, why are you still wearing the PINK bra and panties? And pantyhose too!" his mind asked. "Because they feel good!" he answered out loud. As he swallowed the last bite of his sandwich he heard footsteps outside the door and then keys. He looked at the clock, 'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!' His uncle was home! He looked down the hallway. He would need to cross in FRONT of the doorway to the apartment to get to his room. He leapt up and ran, his feet slipping because of the pantyhose. He heard his uncle drop his keys. He was suddenly thankful that his uncle sometimes drank at the end of the night and raced the last five feet. He turned off the light to his room and jumped right into bed, pulling the covers up to his neck just as the door to the apartment opened. "Sam, you home?" Steve called out, "I got a call from the school so I know you took me up on my offer..." Strangely, at the sound of his uncle's voice Sam felt his cock throbbing to life. It was getting uncomfortable underneath the tight pantyhose and panties. Sam tried to arrange the blanket as naturally as possible before answering. But he was conscious of his aroused state. "I'm in bed Uncle Steve..." The door to his room opened and Sam prayed that Steve wouldn't turn the light on or come in. He didn't, choosing to stand in the doorway. "In bed already? That's a surprise..." "I did what you asked me to do and felt really depressed afterwards, so I went to bed... You don't mind do you?" Sam wondered if the quivering he felt was creeping into his voice. "Yeah... I know, this whole thing sucks... especially for you. Just stay in bed and try to get a good night's sleep, you'll feel better in the morning..." The door was closing when Sam blurted out, "Do you want me to take the clothes to donate or will you?" Steve walked halfway back in. Sam's heart pounded in his chest. He could feel a huge wet spot spreading where the tip of his cock strained against the panties. "Would you mind? Take a taxi if you need to, see if you can get a receipt too. Are you OK Sam? You seem awfully bundled up?" "Yeah, yeah I'm ok... I'm just really upset... you know..." Sam's cock was painful it was so hard! His uncle was less than three feet away. "Well just try to get some sleep... Despite what all the doctors say, sleep is really the best thing... I just wish I could..." Steve turned and walked out without another word, closing the door behind him. Relieved, Sam relaxed and before he could think about it he realized that another orgasm had snuck up on him! He gasped through clenched teeth as his cock spasmed and pumped. In a moment his cock was once again swimming in gobs of sticky cum held tight against his stomach by the pantyhose. He was floating as the orgasm swept over him. He heard his uncle walking around in the apartment right outside the closed door and that only excited him more as he reached under the blankets and scooped out another thick load of his cum and brought it up to his hungry lips. He swished it around in his mouth before swallowing it. Why had the thought of being caught made him so excited? Did he WANT to be caught? He scraped the last strings of cooling cum out of his panties and rolled onto his stomach, drifting off into a strangely satisfied sleep. Chapter 2 Sam woke the next morning face down in his bed. He felt the bra straps across his shoulders and the crispy tightness of his cum-soaked pantyhose and panties. As he stretched he realized that sometime during the night he had kicked off the blankets. His uncle smoked a lot of weed and always opened the windows while he did. Often Uncle Steve would fall asleep with the windows still open and then the heat would go on, and cook the whole apartment! Sam had no doubt that if his uncle had looked in on him before he went to work he would've noticed that his nephew was wearing pantyhose and a matching bra and panty set! 'I have to be more careful!' He scolded himself. He peeled of the lingerie and tossed it in a pile before pulling on his bathrobe and going to the bathroom. As he peed he looked around sleepily. There was something black in the wastepaper basket. Sam reached down and gasped as he pulled out the black panties he had cum in the day before. They were crispy and dried into a ball shape. He remembered taking them off and leaving them in his uncle's room! There was no doubt he had fucked up now! How was he going to explain them? His mind raced. "Just ignore them, pretend they're not there. I bet he's as embarrassed as you! Act like nothing happened and nothing will!" But he made sure he added the black panties to the pink set and pantyhose in his room since he didn't want to lose them. Sam got dressed nervously, ate something and before rushing off to school combed the apartment for any signs of the previous day's adventures. In school, he couldn't concentrate on a thing. His thoughts were a jumble of recollections of how it felt to be in his mother's lingerie and fantasies of what he might do when he got home. He kept having the same daydream; he was wearing tiny pink satin panties with white flowers and a matching bra with a little satin robe. In the dream, he had real titties, not huge ones, but not so little that they weren't heavy enough to give weight to his chest and fill out his bra. They filled the satin cups perfectly and his nipples were both large and hard as pebbles. He was draped over his uncle's knees and he was getting a severe spanking for being such a naughty, naughty girl! "Samantha, you've got to learn discipline! You'll never amount to anything if you don't learn to be a good girl!" In the dream Sam was crying but his cock was soooo hard and soooo close to cumming as slap after slap rained down on his upturned butt and he kept grinding his panty covered cock against the hard muscle of his uncle's thigh. He was begging his uncle to stop because he knew he was going to make a big mess in his pretty panties! But his uncle wouldn't listen and finally on one of the down strokes, as the hot sting spread across his butt, Sam came, shuddering and shaking as he filled his flowered panties with cum. Every time the dream would end there! It was so frustrating! Why was Sam having such a dirty, dirty dream? Finally, as the day wore on, Sam actually found himself trying to imagine the end of the dream. What would happen next? Would his uncle be even angrier? What would his uncle think of him? Could he make his uncle happy if he showed him how he always cleaned up his own mess? Or would that just show Uncle Steve what a dirty GIRL he had become? If he had been distracted earlier in the day, now he was almost in a stupor. Wouldn't this day ever end? Finally the day was over. Sam completely ignored his friends and ran home. He closed the door behind him and using the two chain locks, locked it. Now, even if his uncle came home, he would need to wait until Sam unlocked the door before he could come in. Sam all but ran to his bedroom, tearing off his clothes as he went. He pulled the black plastic bag out from under his bed and riffled through it. He knew they were in here somewhere. Ahhh... he sighed as he pulled out the pink satin panties and matching bra. He slipped the panties up his legs tucking his hardening cock down between his legs. He pulled them up tight until his now throbbing cock was actually hurting his balls. He ran his hand over the satin covered bulge and imagined a vagina between his legs. Next came the bra, he looped it around his stomach fastening it expertly. "Maybe I was a girl in a previous life?" he thought to himself giggling as he stuffed the cups of his bra. He shaped 'his' breasts until they filled the satin cups fairly accurately. (Not that he'd ever seen a real set of titties!) Next he pulled out the bottom drawer completely and reached in until his hand closed on the satin robe. He yanked it out and slipped it around his shoulders. He tied a tiny bow around his waist and sauntered around really enjoying his newfound girlyness. How had this become so 'normal' to him so quickly? He decided he didn't care. He loved being someone else, someTHING else! For the first time in weeks he was happy, carefree. He wasn't Sam whose parents had just been killed; he was Samantha, a carefree, sexy teenager. Was this was how people developed second personalities? He moved his hips from side to side, loving the feel of the satin robe swishing along his sides. "If I only had long hair... and maybe some heels." He said looking into the mirror. Remembering that he hadn't gone through the shoe portion of her closet and that his mother had dressed up like a cheerleader the previous year, he yelped, "I do!" He raced to the hall closet, pulling down the Halloween box. He felt a twinge of shame and guilt as he pulled the long curly blonde wig styled in Big Hair from the box. He slipped it on and tried to adjust it from side to side and front to back. He walked to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He loved what he saw. He looked so soft and feminine like one of the girls in Uncle Steve's Penthouse magazines. He went down the hall to his parent's room and looked down at the rows of shoes his mother had left behind. He threw all of the flats and sneakers and functional shoes into bags to add to the eight he had collected from yesterday and took the 12 pair of high-heeled pumps and sandals and sling-backs and boots to his bedroom and slipped them under his bed. He kept out a pair of strappy, white patent leather sandals that he thought would match the white floral lace on his panties and bra. They had at least a 4" thin stiletto heel and the straps went across his toes and wrapped around his ankles 6 times before he could tie them off behind his leg in a bow. He could almost imagine his uncle finding him, "Samantha! Why are you dressed like such a little hussy!?" He wouldn't understand.... Uncle Steve would yell at him. "Do you want all the boys to chase you around with their dicks hanging out of their pants... Don't just stand there, answer me, do you...?" He pouted and whispered to his reflection in the mirror, "Yes uncle, I think I do... I think I do want to see all those nasty little boys with hard penises in their pants panting to get at me... big bulges just for me. And I think I want to learn how to make them happy just the way girls do. I want to BE a girl in every way and I want to learn how to make their hard things squirt just like mine!" Samantha slipped her hand down between her legs and hauled out her hardening prick. It had been tightly squeezed in the tight panties but now that it was free, it was throbbing to full erection. Samantha looked down and at the mirror at the same time. "Is there such thing as both? Could I really want both things?" She started stroking the thing between her legs while swaying side to side and taking little mincing steps in her heels. It was incredibly erotic. She knew that under all the soft material and the erotically high heels she was still just a scrawny little boy, barely a teenager but she had begun to think of herself as a "her", not a "him" and to call herself Samantha, not Sam! Here she was dressed like a hot, feminine girl and as she gazed at herself she looked and felt so sexy! Her pert little tits, her narrow waist, her tight tiny butt cheeks that stuck out with the added arch induced by her 4" heels and which were split into two perfectly smooth white orbs by the pink satin band of her thong. "Mmmmmm, why do I feel soooooo good? I bet I could give Lizzy Sampson a run!" The long smooth legs perched atop her vampy heels, the ridiculously long, full blonde wig, the flowing and gossamer thin, see-through pink robe. She felt like a teen beauty queen. She laughed, "If I'm crowned Miss Hunter's Point I promise to suck the hard, throbbing penis of every boy under the age of fifteen as my thank you..." Suddenly the picture of her licking and sucking a hard cock was all she could imagine. "Are these clothes haunted or what? One second I'm a regular guy and now all I want is to taste a big hard bone..." She shook her head, clearing that image. "That fantasy will be for ANOTHER day..." Her focus shifted, "Let me get THIS dirty little dream out of my head... now." Speaking in the firmest adult voice she could muster she spoke to herself in the mirror... "Young lady YOU need a spanking... go right into the living room!" She sauntered into the living room and before lying over the recliner tucked her hard cock back inside her panties. She imagined what it would feel like, so vulnerable, lying across Uncle Steve's lap. Would he notice the hard thing barely held in check by the soft panties? Would he rub his hand along her curved backside? Samantha couldn't remember if Uncle Steve had a girlfriend. What if he slid his hand down? Samantha ran her fingers between her own cheeks cupping and then gently squeezing her satin covered balls. "Please don't hurt me Uncle Steve... please!" She awkwardly brought her own hand up and slapped her own ass. "Ughhh..." The sting was electric. She had been spanked once in her life and it hadn't felt ANYTHING like this! She brought her hand down again and again. Slapping each of her cheeks over and over again. She arched her back and started spanking lower and lower until she was making contact with her balls through the satin. Her backside was hot and tingly and her balls were tender, and she could feel her panties soaked where her cock was oozing. "Please stop, Uncle Steve... I'm going to make a sticky mess in my panties! I promise I'll be a good girl... puh- lease?" "Don't worry missy, I'll give you a chance to be a good girl, but first you need to be punished..." Four more slaps and Samantha felt as if her whole body was tingling. She was rubbing herself against the chair obscenely. She arched her back and brought her hand down as hard as she could, the harshness of the last spank cut through the buzz of all the others. "Uhhhhhhhh noooo, Uncle Steve... it's coming!" Samantha's whole body shook as the load that had been building all day shot out. She shook for almost thirty seconds, spurt after spurt of hot steamy cum shooting into her tight satin panties. With both hands she caressed her stinging cheeks and more and more cum came out. Finally, gasping for breath, she stopped moving and lay there. She could feel her cock swimming in sticky goo. It was still partially hard and throbbing despite just cumming. She rolled off the chair onto her knees and looked down. Her panties were soaked and there were thick drops of cum actually oozing through the wet satin. Frightened she looked at the leather recliner; it was smeared with streaks of cum. "Uh-oh..." She leaned forward and traced her tongue over the bitter lines and puddles, slurping each down hungrily. The smell of the worn leather and sperm was strangely erotic. She lingered, licking the chair much longer than needed. Finally finished, she looked at her handy-work. The seat was wet with saliva. Belatedly, she realized the chair might be ruined! "Maybe I'll really get punished..." She smirked to herself as she reached into her soaked panties and scooped out more of her own cum. She closed her eyes and imagined being able to suck the yummy stuff first hand, directly out of a throbbing penis. In a few minutes she was completely aroused. Her hard cock strained against her panties, which were cool and sticky. She slipped out of them and brought them to her mouth, sucking at the musky moisture they still retained. Realizing she was deep into a whole new world, Samantha wondered, "What do they call a girl who can't get enough sex?" She racked her brain trying to remember the word her friend's older brother had used to describe his girlfriend Kimberly, 'Kimbo the Nympho' was what the brother had called her, 'Nympho is short for nymphomaniac. If a girl can't get enough sex, you call her a Nymphomaniac..." Samantha smiled, "Samantha the Nympho..." she liked the way that sounded. Chapter 3 Over the next few weeks Sam became Samantha in every conceivable way during every waking moment away from school and while his uncle was out of the house. On the surface he was still the fourteen-year old boy everyone knew. But underneath he knew he was changing. He started wearing panties to school under his clothes and would opt out of gym to avoid being caught. He hated using the murder of his parents as an excuse, but the gym teacher never actually asked. Sam would just imply some vague problem, saying something like 'I'm not in the mood to have fun' or 'I don't feel so good' and the teacher would put on the sad concerned adult face Sam had seen so many times and wave him off to the sides. Sam started hanging out with the girls in the hallways and at lunch and before he knew it he was in their group full- time. He found himself giggling and laughing with them. His friends were puzzled by his strange behavior and quickly pulled away from him. He heard the whispers behind his back but just didn't care because he was having fun. He found himself so much more interested in what the girls were saying and talking about. Every so often something truly girly would come up, like when they were going to get their periods or making out with guys and everyone would laugh and say things like, 'Sam, you're one of us... we have no secrets...' Everyday after school, Sam would lock himself behind the closed door of his apartment and turn into Samantha. He acted out other erotic dreams but the most powerful and satisfying was always the spanking one. He would act that one out three or four times a week, now purposefully shooting his cum all over the leather seat before licking it up subserviently. Since his uncle was working crazy hours, Sam would always do the laundry, which was perfect since he was soiling so many pairs of panties! Before washing any lingerie or any of his girly clothes Sam would make sure the laundry room was completely empty. The two hours spent in the laundry room were nerve-racking but the pure satisfaction of pulling on a nice warm pair of satin panties far out-weighed the risk! One afternoon at school, the girls had been trying on lip- gloss and it was all he could do not to pucker his lips and ask to try it also! That afternoon he ran home and cleaned out the medicine cabinet and squirreled away all of his mother's make-up. After a few days of practice he thought he was doing a reasonable job. The make-up really helped his transformation from scrawny boy to sexy young girl but it complicated things also. He really needed to watch the clock. Now, not only would he need to clean the apartment of any sign of his 'playtime', but he would need to carefully wash his face too! The weeks sped by and somehow his uncle seemed to be making more money with the store than his parents were ever able to. He even spoke about maybe hiring an afternoon manager one day! Sam was happy for him but also worried about the time he had alone. What would happen if Uncle Steve started coming home by 6:00 or 7:00 at night? Sam's time as Samantha would be seriously compromised. As with most things in his life since his parents had been killed, Sam decided that he would worry about his uncle's new work hours if and when they ever started. For the time being he had plenty of time to continue developing his secret and perfecting Samantha. Sam rushed home after school every day and tore off his clothes quickly, slipping into her favorite outfit, the pink panties, bra and satin robe. On this one day, she sauntered into the bathroom, satin robe opened, make-up bag in her hand. She placed the bag on the edge of the sink, opened it and began applying her make-up. She was interested in trying out something one of the other girls had talked about. All she remembered was, '...guys like the slutty look... tons of eye make-up, blush and dark pouty lips that have a really dark lip liner and long, dark fingernails will drive any guy nuts... right Sam?' Sam had been day-dreaming again, and quickly recovered, 'Um... uhhh yeah... definitely!' Before she knew it, a little slut was looking back at her from the mirror. "Ummmm, this is SEXY... I like this a lot..." Samantha winked at herself and ran her tongue over her glazed lips. "I bet I could get any guy... I'm way sexier than any of the girls in school, that's for sure!" She looked down at the huge bulge in the front of her panties. There was already a dark wet spot from her leaking cock. "This ruins everything!" she rubbed the bulge and smiled, "But it feels sooo good! I think I need a spanking..." Samantha walked into the living room and sprawled across the chair to do her nails. She had let them grow and they now extended out past the end of her fingers. She was quivering from the anticipation of what her hand with its sexily painted nails would be doing to her butt in just a few minutes after her nails had dried. When she tested them against her thigh and knew they were dry, shy slowly squirmed into position and then she raised her hand and spanked herself hard. "Oh yeah... hard... just the way Samantha loves it...." "Uhhhh!" she groaned, loving the hot sting spreading across her smooth backside. She played out her favorite fantasy, spanking herself over and over again. "Please Uncle Steve, I'll be a good girl... don't hurt me...!" Another smack and once again the familiar buzz was building in her tingling crotch. "I'm gonna make a big sticky mess... please stop Uncle Steve... noooo more..." "What the hell is this...?" A deep voice interrupted her fantasy. Samantha's head snapped around in shock. Uncle Steve was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. She had forgotten to lock the door! Despite all of her fantasies about getting caught Samantha was mortified. Her head was suddenly completely empty. She knew her mouth was open but nothing was coming out. She spun around trying to regain some composure by sitting in the chair. "I knew something was going on, but I never thought this was it... So, you're a little sissy?" Finally something came out, "No, it's not like that Uncle Steve... I'm not gay... I swear..." Steve took a few more steps closer. "Well what the fuck is this then?" He waved to the outfit Sam was wearing. "I don't see too many boys your age willingly wearing what you've got on! You're even wearing make-up and a wig. Where the fuck did you get the wig? No don't answer me. Never mind. Now I have my own little fag? Look at you... I thought I would have my hands full with a teenager, now I have to worry about a gay teenager!" Out of the corner of her downcast eyes Samantha caught her uncle looking down between her legs, she gambled and opened them slightly and saw the hoped for reaction. He didn't look away; instead she could tell that he was looking closer. He took a huge breath and stepped closer. Now he was openly looking down at her. She could clearly see the huge bulge in his pants. "Close your legs you little whore... Your cunt is dripping and making your panties wet..." A tingle went up her spine. He had said 'your cunt.' She took a deep breath and tried her sexiest teen-queen voice. "Sorry Uncle Steve... I'm really sorry." She looked down embarrassed and excited at the same time. "Stand up, let me sit there..." Awkwardly they switched places. "Do you want something to drink... I could get you a beer?" "Yeah... I need something to drink. Go get me a beer you little slut." Samantha scurried into the kitchen returning with a cold beer. When she returned to the living room her uncle was in his underwear! His clothes lay in a pile next to the chair. She tried not to, but she found herself staring at the tent caused by his erect penis. If she wanted to she could reach out and touch a straining hard cock. She fought back the urge, instead handing him the beer. As he took the can from her, her long nails grazed the back of his hand and she saw his eyes flutter shut and his body quiver like he was having a pee-pee shiver. He took three huge gulps before handing it to her. "Have some too..." Samantha was shocked but drank some. It was fizzy and made her giggle. She stood there and watched him drink until it was almost empty when he handed it back to her. "Finish this one and get three more..." She consciously turned around and exaggerated the swaying of her buttocks as she sauntered back to the kitchen drinking down the last of the beer. She was already light- headed and when she opened the beers, she took a quick gulp from each and swished her way back down the hall until she was once again at the entrance to the living room. Keeping the beers down low near her thighs in front of her raging cock, she did a model's walk towards her uncle by placing each foot ahead and in line with her other foot in order to accentuate the feminine sway in her hips. She couldn't help smiling as she saw her uncle's eyes glaze over and little drops of perspiration collect on his forehead as she swayed her way towards him. It seemed like minutes that she was standing before her uncle without him making a move or a sound. He grabbed one can, drank it in one quick chug and looked up at her. "Well I think the only thing I can do is to punish you..." He reached up and slowly rubbed her soft smooth thigh. "Anything you think is right, Uncle Steve..." She was looking down and quivering. "Drink that down." He said pointing to one of the beers. She did and the effects were immediate. She started giggling and it felt like she couldn't keep her balance. She needed to sit down. "Now, lay right here... I think you know how..." Steve pointed to his lap. Samantha's head was spinning but she had enough sense left to know what she was being asked to do and immediately she started getting goose bumps at the thought that she was about to experience what she had dreamt about for all these months. Gingerly she reached out and balanced herself with her hand against her uncle's hard, masculine thing. "Oh my God.... It feels so hard and hot..." She lowered herself down and lay across her uncle's knees. It was just like her dream, but there was something so different. This time she wasn't just imagining lying over his knees... this time it was real. She was across his knees with her head down and her ass in the air and her erect cock stuck between her stomach and his burning thigh! Then she felt something that had never been a part of her dream. There was something hot and oh so hard pressed against the side of her waist. Every time she thought about the hard penis pressed against her she started shaking. She was deliberately trying to breathe smoothly and evenly but kept feeling herself starting to hyperventilate. She heard her uncle gulp some more beer and then he pulled her robe up exposing her satin split asscheeks. Another hesitation and then his hand was rubbing her curved backside. Samantha felt his cock twitch and squirmed in response. He sighed. 'Do you like this?" she said barely in a whisper. "Yesss!" he croaked. "But even if this hurts you, I really need to do this... Remember this will hurt me more than you... You really need to be taught some discipline..." Was he playing with her, or did he really think she needed a spanking? She sensed his hand moving and then heard the whack of his open palm. "Ughhhh!!!!" The sting was worse and better than anything she could've done to herself. His hand was bigger and rougher and he had far more strength. Another, and another, and another. Whack, whack, whack. The blows were hard and stinging, quickly bringing tears to her eyes, but her cock was twitching with excitement. With each blow she rubbed her crotch against her uncle's thighs. She heard her uncle's gasps for breath. There was no doubt he was enjoying this too! He paused, caressing her hot cheeks. "I think you've been naughty enough to deserve this." He looped his finger into the elastic band of her panties yanking them down to right below her cheeks. "Please don't hurt me... I'll do anything you want... Please?" "I'm sure you will, my little priss..." A second later his hand slammed against her bare ass down low so that his finger tips hit the bottom of her ball sack. The searing heat washed over her. "Ohhhh please stoppp! I promise I'll be a good girl... Please?" Another and another and Samantha's ass was on fire while her balls were churning. She was squirming uncontrollably and her uncle just held her tighter. He would push his hips against her as he spanked her, rubbing his hard cock against her waist over and over. Samantha felt sticky wetness on her skin and knew Steve was oozing pre-cum through her robe. As the blows rained down she arched her back exposing her balls even more. "Ohhhhh, what a bad little girl you are!" He growled. "You want me to spank your cunt too..." He changed his angle and brought his palm down. Fully striking her balls. They throbbed in reaction but her cock started aching for release too. The all too familiar buzz was building and she knew she was getting close to cumming. "Uncle Steve, please stop! I'm gonna make a mess in my pretty panties...Uhhhh!" Another blow. "Don't you dare, priss. If you're gonna be a good girl you need to learn to hold it back..." "I caaaaan't...." she whined, pressing her satin covered cock against his legs. He was rubbing between her stinging cheeks. His fingers were pressing at the tight opening back there. Samantha swooned, somehow the thought had never crossed her mind, but of course she had a snug little hole back there. "If you make a mess you'll be cleaning it up missy, and I don't mean with a tissue!" "I promise Uncle Steve, I'll be your bestest girl. I'll never do anything wrong. I'll do whatever you want..." "Fuck, of course you will... You're gonna be my little toy..." He was reaching for something. She thought it was another beer but as he raised it over his head she saw in a flash what it was! "Nooooooo!" with a loud whack the leather belt crossed both of her cheeks. With that blow there was no chance of regaining control. She felt every nerve in her body light up and then she was shaking, convulsing totally as the cum poured from her cock. "My pretty panties!" she cried out. She heard and felt her uncle grunting and shaking as he came too. He held her tightly as he thrust his pelvis upward with each spurt. She could feel the heat spreading along her waist and back as his cum arched up and out of his spasming cock and she knew she was satisfying her first man! She twisted her body towards his and pushed down against him, smashing their spurting cocks together. Hers in a tight pair of satin panties, his sticking out the opening of a loose pair of cotton briefs. In a moment they were both laying there panting with satisfaction. Samantha looked up at her uncle. His eyes were closed and his head was back against the chair. She noticed the tiny smile and she didn't think she'd ever seen him more relaxed. She felt his cock twitch and felt the huge mess she'd made. Carefully, she slid off him until she was kneeling between his spread legs. She was inches from his slightly erect cock. His cotton underwear was dark with the cum that had leaked out and down. She reached down between her legs and rubbed her still rock-hard cock through her cum soaked panties. She knew he had just made her dream come true and was about to make another one come true. Samantha reached down and carefully pulled his underwear down. "What are you doing?" her uncle said. "I'm showing you what a good girl your little Samantha can be..." She stared at his manly cock; it was streaked with thick globs of white and clear cum. There were globs in his curly hair and his balls even had some smudges mixed in with the sweat. She felt her nostrils flaring and sucked in the musky scent. Salty sweat, the overpowering scent of old nuts and salty ocean mixed with a tinge of pee. She opened her mouth and searched out the first thick glob. It was so bitter compared to her own and it was thick and stringy but she rolled it around over her tongue before swallowing it loudly. She felt a strong hand on each side of her head. "What a good girl... good girl Samantha..." She thanked him with her tongue, licking every inch of his hairy balls and suddenly hardening cock. She twirled her tongue through his thick pubic hair struggling to find more tasty cum. Finally she felt a tug on her head and she looked up. "Do you wanna be a really good girl..." "Yesss..." she whispered lapping at his balls like a puppy. "Then open your mouth..." She did. She knew what was coming and welcomed it. Slowly he moved her until her lips were poised over the tip of his shiny cock-head. "Are you ready to be my special girl?" 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