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Reluctant Convert 03 ? by: Suzi K
David woke to the sound of an engine humming. He was sitting on someone's
lap, he could feel warm breath on his neck, and arms enclosing him. He
opened his eyes. He was in Harry Adamson's car, which was driving through
open countryside broken here and there by houses, the beginning of a
town. The sun of a late afternoon in May was low and shone into car,
warming his face. He could see Harry Adamson's thighs in their blue
jeans, and a dress that he recognised as Alice's. He was sitting cradled
on her lap. He heard their low murmuring voices.
Alice was saying, "I still think you were rushing things. This one is
more delicate, more sensitive."
Harry's voice, "Well, Alice, you weren't actually delicate and sensitive
yourself."'
He heard embarrassment in Alice's voice. "I was carried away. She was
irresistible. Anyway you set it up, I just went with the swing."
David remembered then how he had come to faint, how, when he had come
round he had been shaking uncontrollably, almost hysterical, and how kind
and concerned they had all been, even the fat pub owner, Jim. They had
laid him on the sofa. Jim had brought a blanket. Alice had placed a damp
flannel on his forehead. Harry Adamson had held his hand. But he could
not stop shaking and every now and then bursting into tears. In the end
they had given him a pill, something to calm him down, Alice said, and he
had quickly fallen asleep. Now he felt calm and comfortable.
"I think she's waking." There was a warning note in Alice's voice.
Then he remembered what Alice had done, how she had forced his mouth open
and had spat into it the semen she had sucked out of Mr Adamson's cock.
He couldn't bear to sit on her lap like this, cradled in her arms. He
tried to escape but her arms tightened round him and he could not move.
"Keep calm Susie dear," she said. "I know you don't like me and that
you've had a bit of a shock. But you're on your way home now."
"Let me get up," said David.
"As soon as we get back. But there are only two seats in the car and
Harry's driving. So either you sit on my lap or I sit on yours."
"I don't care," said David struggling wildly, an arm breaking free and
striking Harry Adamson's elbow.
"Stop it, Susie," he said. "or you'll make us have an accident."
"I don't care," David cried. "I hope we do. I wish you were dead and me
too."
He flailed about with his arm and, as Alice tried to catch hold of it,
struck Mr. Adamson again, on the side of the face. The man cursed,
braked, and then regaining control of the car, drove into a lay-by and
stopped.
"Listen to me, Susie...," he began, but David slithered free of Alice,
flung himself on to the door handle, opened the door, half fell out of
the car, regained his balance and began to run as well as his high-heels
would let him, towards the undergrowth bordering the lay-by.
He had no idea where he was going he wanted only to get away. He heard Mr
Adamson's shout and Alice calling, "Susie, come back."
He reached the bushes and plunged into them, uncaring that the branches
were tearing into his white silk stockings. He turned to look back and
saw Mr Adamson running towards him not thirty yards away, and Alice
emerging from the car. He ran on, plunging further into the increasingly
dense undergrowth. He was entering some kind of plantation, which had
been seriously neglected.
Young trees grew in orderly lines amongst scrubby bushes that had grown
amongst them. He hesitated, unsure where to run. Behind him he heard Mr
Adamson crashing through the undergrowth. He started to run again, but
his heel caught on a root and he fell amongst the bushes. He lay there
resigned and fearful as Mr Adamson came closer and then, to his
astonishment, he saw the man, running past him, silhouetted against the
setting sun that was striking through the young trees. He had not seen
him. Perhaps he had been dazzled by the sun.
David crawled as far as he could into the bushes and curled himself up
trying to make himself inconspicuous. He heard Alice approach, picking
her way slowly through the bushes. Surely she would see him. But he heard
Mr Adamson call her and she turned away, going deeper into the
plantation. Cautiously, David began move back the way he had come, bent
double to keep himself hidden by the low bushes. He meant to reach the
road and get a lift back to town, to go back to his house and lock the
door, keep them all out and telephone his mother.
If he couldn't get a lift he would walk along the road until he came to a
bus stop. He had no money but he would give his name and address. He had
almost reached the road now, could see cars flashing past. When he
emerged he found he was in the lay-by. Another car, a long black saloon,
had parked a few yards away from Mr Adamson's blue MG. Two men were
walking up and down beside it, smoking and talking. They did not notice
David until he had almost reached them. They turned and looked at him
with interest.
"Excuse me," said David. "I'm sorry to bother you, but if you're going
towards Shreveport I wonder if you could give me a lift?"
The men looked at each other then at David.
"Well, my dear, that depends," said one of them, a very tall thin man of
about fifty who was balding and wearing heavy thick lensed glasses. "You
seem to have been in spot of trouble. Quarreled with your boyfriend," he
nodded toward Mr Adamson's MG.
He said, "Yes," and you said, "Yes but," and then things got too hot for
you, eh?" said the other man who was considerably younger, and wearing a
white trousers and a white jacket over a an open-necked red shirt,
framing a grey neckerchief.
With horror, David realised that in the excitement of escape he had
Forgotten he was dressed as Susie and that these men took him for a girl.
He blushed hotly. "No, nothing like that. I haven't got a boyfriend, that
is, I'm not really a girl."
The men stared at him. The younger man muttered, "That never stopped me."
"I'm a boy," said David.
"But you're dressed as a girl and you look like a girl."
"I hate these clothes."
"Well, they love you. She looks a treat though a mite disheveled,
wouldn't you say Tom?" said the man with glasses, approaching David.
"I'm not a she, I'm he. Please, can you help me," said David.
The younger man, too, came close. "We'd like to help, really we would.
But I'm not sure I believe you. I don't like uncertainty when giving
lifts to strangers, nor does Arthur. It makes us nervous."
"Well, she can prove it very easily," said Arthur, the man with glasses.
He took David by the arm, gently but firmly. "Just step over here, my
dear."
Reluctantly, David allowed himself to be led to the side of the lay-by.
"Just a little further, please," said Arthur. "We don't want to be too
public. Over here, Tom," he called to the other man who had slammed the
car door shut. "He needs more convincing than I do. You can satisfy us
both at the same time."
He guided David beyond the screen of bushes. "Now then, my dear, show
us," he said as Tom joined them. "Just lift up that adorable miniskirt
and convince us."
Shyly David took the hem of the skirt and lifted it. "A little higher,
please," said Arthur. Blushing, David complied. The two men stared at his
groin where David's genitals made a perceptible bulge in the lacy white
panties. They saw a beautiful, blushing boy-girl in high heels and white
panties, her silk stockings torn, raising her skirt to display herself. A
button had been torn off her blouse so that it gaped, exposing her bra
and her small white breasts, their nipples peeping over the edge of the
half cups.
"I don't believe it!" muttered the younger man.
"Tom's very sceptical," said Arthur. "Let's just make sure." He leant
forward. "Allow me," he said politely and took hold of David's panties by
their waist band and delicately drew them down David's thighs, exposing
his penis and balls.
Tom licked his lips and David suddenly realised he had made a terrible
mistake in trusting these men. They were like all the others. He turned
to run. But he was hobbled by the panties which slipped to his knees and
Arthur caught him before he had moved a step.
"Where are you going, you indecent creature. You wanted us to help and so
we shall - help ourselves to you."
He pulled David deeper into the bushes. Tom followed, his hands groping
David's bare bottom under his mini skirt. David screamed and struggled
and shouted for help. And then the man called Tom had his hand over
David's mouth, and Arthur pulled off his neckerchief and gagged him. Then
they held David pressed between them and he felt a large erect penis in
front pressing against his stomach and another behind him, pushing
against his bottom. He couldn't move.
The men were listening. "I don't think anyone heard the bitch scream,"
said Tom. The men relaxed. "But what good is she going to be to me gagged
like this?" said Arthur plaintively. "I want her mouth."
"Don't worry," said Tom. "Have more faith in me. Let me work on this
delightful creature. I can get this charming little creature so hot
she'll beg for it. Just give me ten minutes. You keep watch."
Arthur seemed doubtful. "You won't start the main course without me?"
"Don't worry. You know how much I enjoy persuasion."
David heard all this with terror, and in part it was terror of himself.
He had learned how easily he could forget himself, be overwhelmed by his
body, how it took him over and swamped his resolution. This time, he was
determined, he would not give way. He began to struggle frantically.
wrenching his body this way and that against the hands that held him. But
to no avail. The men were so much stronger than he, and controlled him
easily. He quickly exhausted himself. Then, when he was quiet, but still
quivering with fear between them, Arthur held his arms, while Tom took a
thin cord from his pocket and tied David's hands behind his back.
They were standing on a small patch of grass and he pressed the boy down
On to his knees and himself sat down behind him so that the boy was
kneeling between his outstretched legs. He unbuttoned David's blouse and
pushed it back over his shoulders, then he bent the kneeling boy
backwards until he would have toppled over had Tom not supported him
against his chest.
He caressed the boy's small breasts, at the same time pushing his long
curly hair aside and began to kiss and lick his ear. He murmured
caressingly, "You're a lovely thing, so desirable. No one could resist
you." He laid an uncapped tube on the grass and squeezed out a
transparent jelly onto the palm of his hand. He smeared it over David's
penis and balls and then between his legs. He applied more to David's
nipples. The substance felt cold to David and he shivered.
Tom licked his ear and murmured, "Cold first and then hot. Just you wait,
pretty bitch." Then he began to play with David's penis and balls. David
could not move, but he was resolved not to respond. The man's touch was
like silk and his fingers glided smoothly over David's skin. The
sensation was delightful and, against his will, David felt resolution
ebbing along with his fear, and pleasure and excitement rising in
their place.
He began to feel a strange heat, a kind of fire, in his nipples, which
the man was caressing with his other hand and in his whole genital area,
in his penis which was now erect, its foreskin pulled back, in his balls,
and between his legs. David heard himself whimper helplessly. Then Tom
took some more of the substance and applied it David's anus.
"Wait till your pretty little cunt gets hot, too."
His finger played around the little opening, exerting the lightest of
pressures, stroking the jelly into the boy's sensitive skin. That
caressing finger, that strange heat brought David to awareness of his
anus as a fiercely erogenous zone. He was almost overcome by the
sensation and cried out into the gag as the man's finger began slowly to
ease its way inside him.
He was still caressing the boy's penis and his balls, lightly gliding his
hand over them, grasping the penis more firmly, bending it downwards.
David moaned and, overcome with almost magical pleasure, began to writhe
under the man's hands, pressing his bottom back to engulf more of the
invading finger. But it maintained its slow penetration, turning and
twisting.
"You like that, don't you, you gorgeous little girl." Then abruptly the
finger withdrew. Frantically, David pushed back his bottom as far as he
could, trying to recapture the finger. "You need something up your
cunt, don't you?" Tom's voice murmured into his ear David nodded
vigorously and felt the gag being removed. "Beg for it then, slut."
"Please, oh, please," said David feeling the finger caressing the outside
of his anus but avoiding his attempts to capture it.
"Say it, then darling," whispered Tom seductively, "say - please put your
finger up my cunt."
"Please, put your finger up my cunt," said David without hesitation, and
gasped as the finger began once again to penetrate him. "More," he
begged, "Please more."
Tom's finger pushed in further and now a second finger began to press
against the ring.
"And you'd like Arthur's cock in your mouth. Open it. Lick your lips. He
likes to be invited."
Again David obeyed without thinking, wild with pleasure and desire.
"OK, Arthur," Tom called out in a low voice, "she's begging for it now."
Arthur who had been half-heartedly keeping watch turned and saw the
Beautiful boy girl on her knees on the grass, body bent back against Tom,
the white stockings, waspy and bra startling white in the twilight. Her
erect penis and balls and the tops of her thighs glistened with the
jelly-like lubricant, as were Tom's caressing fingers, and the tiny
nipples peeping over the edge of the bra.
The boy girl's face was flushed with excitement and desire, her eyes were
shut, her mouth open and her tongue protruded invitingly between the red
lips, as she moaned and writhed.
"Gorgeous!" exclaimed Arthur, momentarily too overwhelmed to do more than
stare. Then he sprang at the boy.
"Slowly, Arthur," warned Tom. "Open your eyes, darling, and see what
Arthur's got for you."
David saw the man advancing towards him, his erect penis protruding from
His open trousers, he saw the swollen purple head, the ridged veins along
the stem. It approached his face and he strained towards it, wanting it
to fill his mouth, to feel it between his lips. He felt Tom pushing
against his shoulders pushing him forward and towards the approaching
penis. He strained at his bonds, wanting to reach out and hold it, feel
its velvety firmness in his hands, to draw it between his lips. Arthur
took hold of his penis and guided it in. At last, with a cry of pleasure,
David closed his lips around it and began to suck.
Arthur grabbed his head and began to move it back and forth. At the same
time David felt a second finger join the first inside him, and the two
fingers began to pump in and out. David sucked and licked the penis in
his mouth and thrust his bottom against the invading fingers. He was
whimpering and moaning in excitement. He barely heard Tom's voice.
"What a hot little slut. She's ready now for my cock up her cunt."
"Hurry, Tom," Arthur gasped. "I can't hold out for much longer."
"Hold her up then," said Tom. He took his hand from David's penis and put
it under the boy's bottom and hoisted David from his kneeling position.
As his legs straightened Arthur grabbed David's shoulders and kept him
bent forward.
Tom pulled his fingers slowly out of the boy and stood up behind him. He
held David's hips with one hand, positioned the tip of his erect penis
against David's anus with the other, and began to push against the
slippery, yielding ring.
There was a roar from the bushes around them and Harry Adamson burst out,
brandishing a thick branch. One glance was enough. The two men dropped
David and ran off through the bushes, leaving David where he had fallen.
Adamson made no attempt to follow them. He stood watching as David
Writhed and cried tears of frustration. He saw the boy's hands tied
behind his back, skirt and panties round his ankles, white stockings torn
and dirty, the white waspy and bra grubby with twigs and soil, and the
lithe girlish body writhing on the grass.
"There's only one thing to do now."
Alice had joined him. Harry Adamson remained silent, still holding the
tree branch, as if mesmerised by the girl-boy on the grass in the
gathering dusk.
"What are you waiting for?" Alice's voice was urgent and excited. She
brushed her hand over the front of the man's jeans, feeling the hard
penis straining under the material. "You've got to fuck her. Just look at
her." Deftly she opened his jeans and slid her hand inside.
Harry pushed her hand away. "I am looking," he said, and he was adding
This image of the girl-boy writhing in the half-darkness to what he had
seen as he burst into the clearing, the image now imprinted on his mind.
David, bent forward, sucking one man's cock, his little breasts pressing
out of the half cup bra, his penis erect, and his beautiful naked bottom
pushing out to welcome a second man's penis. Harry sighed and bent to
lift the boy girl who was still oblivious of his presence.
"Hold on to her," he said to Alice, who came forward and supported the
boy stroking him and murmuring calming words as he began to shake and
cry. Harry pulled the blouse over his shoulders, pulled up the panties
and adjusted the skirt. Then he picked David up and slung him over his
shoulder and carried him to the little MG, now solitary in the lay-by.
Alice got in and he put the boy on Alice's lap, where she held him. Still
in silence Harry drove off, while Alice cuddled David, who fell asleep
almost immediately.
In a low voice Alice said, "Sometimes, I can't understand you Harry. I
Think you made a big mistake back there. It was the right moment."
Harry didn't answer. He was still haunted by the two images which had
Filled him with a deep sadness; they were intensely erotic and exciting.
But somehow he had been unable to take advantage of the moment, of
David's desire. He sighed again. He did not understand himself. Alice
looked at him and fell silent.
Back again at his house, half an hour later, Harry remained mute. David
too, sat silent at the kitchen table. Alice made some cocoa, and the boy
sat, clutching the mug, his head bowed, his expression hangdog. The
glances he occasionally directed at Harry Adamson expressed guilt and
shame. He was deeply tired and felt that he had betrayed himself in some
irrevocable way.
He could not bring himself to think about what had happened beside the
lay-by, but it remained present to him like a disgraceful revelation, an
exposure, as if his deepest secret had been revealed to one from whom at
all costs it should be hidden. It was far worse than last night's secret
that had to be kept from his mother. This was his secret and it was he
from whom it should have been kept.
All the same, he was glad that he did not have to speak to his mother
That night. There had been a message from her on Mr Adamson's answer
phone. She had accompanied her sister to the local hospital and would not
be back till very late. Mr Adamson, too, had seemed relieved. David
himself construed Mr Adamson's silence as grave disappointment in him. He
did not blame the man for what had happened at lunch.
The events in the clearing in some confused and confusing way exonerated
him, proved that he had been right all along and that David was quite
other than he had thought himself to be, still wanted to be. He stared
into the mug of cocoa he held in his hands. He had taken barely a sip. It
had been a comfort to hold when it was still hot. Now it was tepid and he
put the mug down.
"I think Susie's ready for bed," said Alice. It was still early but she
saw how tired David was. She looked at Mr Adamson, morose and silent and
restless, walking up and down in the small kitchen.
He grunted, "You see to it."
"I should leave," said Alice. "I'm on early turn tomorrow."
"Stay," he flashed at her with a surge of irritation. "Look after Susie.
I'm going out." Alice sighed as the front door slammed.
"He's angry with me," David said timidly.
"No, darling." Alice put her arm round him. "He's angry with himself."
She guided him upstairs, undressed him, taking off the blouse that had
been white and was now marked and grass-stained and the creased leather
skirt. She sighed again as she removed the bra, unhooked the waspy, drew
down the torn stockings.
"These are no good for anything now," she said, throwing them into a
corner of the bathroom. Then she unhooked the waspy and, last of
all, drew down the panties, then she washed him as, half asleep, he stood
by the basin, half-supporting his slim naked body as she sponged and
dried him.
He was aware that she lingered over his nipples and his bottom and his
genitals.
"I am a boy, Alice," he said, "aren't I?" wanting reassurance.
"You're very beautiful and desirable, darling, and you can be whatever
you want to be."
"But everyone wants me to be a girl, to pretend to be a girl, even you.
You call me Susie."
"That's the only name I know you by, and, what's more," she put her
finger on his lips, which were opening to correct her, "it's the one I
want to know you by."
She silenced him again as she led him into Alice's bedroom.
"Lie down and I'll show you something." She pushed him gently onto the
bed where he lay on his back, his head on one side staring at her
expectantly. She turned away for a moment and he could see that her hands
were busy, and when she turned back he saw that she had undone the front
of her dress and pulled it aside and removed her bra altogether.
Her breasts were white and tipped with brown and beautiful.
"You've seen them and you thought you envied them, Susie," she said
getting onto the bed and straddling his chest. Just like Mr Adamson last
night, he thought, as she lowered herself so that her breasts touched his
face.
"I know you're tired, darling, but you're also irresistible. I'll spare
you, but I must have something. Suck my nipples, and she lowered one of
her breasts so that the nipple touched his mouth. At the same time she
reached behind her and began to play with his penis and his balls. He
opened his mouth and began to suck and lick the nipple she offered.
"Harder, Susie, suck harder," Alice cried. He sucked at the nugget of
flesh and licked at the aureole, then as his body began to respond to her
caresses he began to use his teeth, nibbling at the nipple. "Now the
other one, little bitch, gorgeous boy-girl." She slapped his face to make
him let go and thrust the other nipple into his mouth. He sucked and
licked frenziedly, and Alice played behind her with his erect penis, now
and then reaching back as far as she could between his legs to touch his
anus, and his body bucked and writhed under her. She did not notice that,
even as he responded, tears were squeezing out of his tightly closed
eyes.
With a growl she rose, got off the bed and knelt beside it. She took hold
of David's hair and turned his face to the side and took possession of
his mouth with hers, thrusting her tongue between his lips, while her
hands roamed about his body, pinching his nipples, wandering between his
legs, touching his anus, taking his penis and bending it between his
legs. She sucked his tongue, then licked over his face discovering his
tears by their salt taste. She cried out in delight and commenced to lick
his eyes sucking up the Tears as they emerged from the tightly closed
lids.
David felt overwhelmed and terrified by the passion of her assault upon
His body. Her fingers seemed to be everywhere. Then she began to prey
upon his nipples, biting them as her finger began to invade his anus. He
wanted to beg her to stop but he was gasping now, and words would not
come, only meaningless, pleading whimpers in which only the word 'please'
made any sense. He thrust against her fingers inside him and then he felt
the soft caress of her hair on his belly and thighs as her mouth engulfed
his penis sucking and licking frenziedly.
Alice was beside herself with passion. As she took possession of the body
of the girl boy she had lusted after all day, sucking David's penis,
fucking his anus with two fingers now, she thrust her hand under her
skirt and slid long fingers between the lips of her cunt and found her
clitoris and began to stroke it.
When David came with a long wailing cry, her voice joined his, and in
hers there was triumph as well as release. She swallowed his cum, but did
not release his penis from her mouth or withdraw her fingers from his
anus. She lay above, him sucking his slowly subsiding penis masturbating
herself to a second orgasm which came as his penis began to harden again,
and he began to protest, "Please, no, please, no," in a long litany of
helpless complaint and he pulled futilely at her hair, only exciting her
the more.
When his penis was erect again and he was moaning and writhing once
again, she released him and withdrew her fingers from his anus and put
them to his lips, which opened to allow her to thrust them in to his
mouth. She watched him once more as he sucked at her fingers, held by
desire and frustration until she deprived him of them. Then she turned
him on his side, facing away from her, undressed swiftly and lay down on
the bed beside him. She pressed her body against his, one hand snaking
under him and round to play with his nipples while the other reached down
and held his erect penis.
"Yes, Susie," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear, "You can be what
you want ...... when you know what you want."
As if in answer she felt his bottom push back against her belly and
thighs and a great shudder ran through his body.
"Until then you are what others want you to be."
She went on murmuring and holding him in this way until first he and then
she fell asleep.
Much later Harry Adamson entered the bedroom and found them clasped
together, the young woman and the slim boy girl, her hand still holding
his penis, their two heads side by side, the boy's bottom pressed against
the curve of the woman's belly. He looked down at their entwined bodies
for a long time.
Then he picked up the duvet from the floor at the foot of the bed where
It lay and gently spread it over them.
To Be Continued
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