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A Week of Change
By Jungle Jane
I grew up with a pretty normal life. Some people considered
me to be something of a mama's boy, but I never really
thought of it that way. I always thought of mama's boys to
the type to live at home until they were fifty, and have a
total of three dates from the time they graduated high
school until the time their mama died. My parents were
among the last of the hippies. They were absolutely free
spirits who never married. To be totally honest, I was very
close to both of my parents. I grew up in San Francisco,
where just about anything was considered acceptable so long
as no one was hurt.
After high school, I went to college at MIT, and majored in
computer programming. After working with one of the bigger
software companies for a few years, I struck out on my own
and started an independent consulting business. My life was
going pretty well until the day the riots broke out. My
folks traveled to LA to visit some old friends when the
Rodney King riots broke out. They were in the wrong place
at the wrong time, and paid for it with their lives. Being
an only child, I found myself alone for the first time in
my life.
Oh, I knew plenty of women, but none of those relationships
had ever gotten very far. My parents also had family, but
they hadn't spoken with them since before I was born, so I
didn't feel very comfortable contacting them, especially
since none of them even bothered to show up for the
funeral. I sort of drifted for a couple of months, until I
met Shelly.
I guess you could say that I latched on to Shelly in a fit
of depression, but it worked out. We were both
professionals, with no interest in starting a family. She
moved into my flat about a week after we met, and the rest,
as they say, is history. Shelly is no super model, but she
is a very beautiful woman. About 5' 9", and about 135 lb.,
she is just about the same size that I am, well, maybe a
little taller. On more than one occasion I've found myself
wearing her jeans, and not realized it until she went
looking for them.
For the first couple of years we lived together, everything
went just the way we wanted them to. Our love life was
fantastic, almost scandalous, and our professional lives
were dynamite. With a little help from Shelly, with her
business sense, I was soon one of the most respected
software consultants in the country, and Shelly was
climbing the corporate ladder with skill, speed, and
ruthlessness. I didn't think that things could get any
better, but I was soon to learn how wrong I was.
After some time, we both began to get a little complacent
about us, and we decided that we were going to do something
to change that. We both had important meetings we had to go
to, Shelly had a presentation to make in Chicago, and I had
a sales meeting in Denver. We decided to take a short
vacation after our respective meetings, and meet in Eureka
Springs for a romantic week. No meetings, no sight seeing,
just a week with the two of us in a Jacuzzi suite. We made
the arrangements, and set off to tend to our business.
Things went well in Denver, and I soon convinced a couple
of small businesses there to sign contracts that would pay
very well. I finished my business there and boarded the
plane that would take me to Springfield, where I would rent
a car to take us down to Eureka Springs. I was totally
unaware that my luggage found it way onto a different
flight, which would take it halfway around the world. I was
arguing with the airlines about my lost luggage when Shelly
arrived from Chicago. She managed to convince me that it
wasn't that big of a deal, as we would not be needing any
clothes for a while, and surly my luggage would catch up to
me before it became an issue.
As my wallet was in my suitcase (I was in a hurry, and had
just tossed everything in), Shelly rented the car and we
headed down the road. As we had planned to spend the week
inside, we really hadn't bothered to check on the weather,
and about half way there, we got hit with a huge winter
storm. Neither one of us had much experience driving in the
snow, and about ten miles from town; the car went off the
road. Our cell phones couldn't connect with a tower, and
there was no one else in sight, so we decided to walk until
we found some place to call for help. We walked for a
couple of hours, until we found a gas station, where we
called for a tow truck, and caught a ride with a local in
what could only be described as a monster truck, with a
heater that didn't work very well. By the time we got to
the hotel, we were soaked through to the skin and nearly
frozen.
When we got to our room, we stripped off our clothes and
jumped into the hot tub to warm up. We were also starved,
so as soon as we got comfortable, we called for room
service, only to find that the hotel did not have any.
Shelly suggested that we walk over to the restaurant next
door.
"What am I supposed to wear? Our clothes are still soaked,
remember?" I asked.
"Just throw on a pair of my pants," she told me, "they fit
you better than they fit me anyway. It's not that big of a
deal, and no one is going to notice anyway."
As I've never been comfortable going commando, I was also
forced to borrow a pair of panties from her. Unlike her
outerwear, which tends to be either strictly business, or
comfortably functional, Shelly's underwear was pure
feminine. The only thing that was anywhere near what I was
used to was a white satin bikini, with some lace at the
front. Far from being uncomfortable, however, I found that
the feel of her panties was quite pleasurable as I pulled
them on. In fact, they were also getting me aroused, and I
had to pull the slacks on rather quickly to hide my
excitement from Shelly (she hadn't brought any jeans).
I then borrowed some socks, a T-shirt, and some tennis
shoes, all of which fit me perfectly, threw on my coat, and
the two of us walked over for dinner. As we ate, I
suggested that we try some of the local shops and see if we
could find me some decent clothes, but Shelly informed me
that the only credit card she had brought was her corporate
card, and that she had pushed the limit using it to rent
the car. We would have to make do with whatever cash we
had. Between the two of us, we had plenty of cash to make
it through the week, but not if we did any shopping. I was
stuck. At least twice a day, I would have to get dressed in
some of Shelly's clothes just so we could get something to
eat. The very thought of it though, made my dick, which had
been rock hard since putting on the panties, twitch
slightly.
When we got back to the hotel room, Shelly nearly raped me.
I had barely managed to lock the door behind me when she
jumped at me, and began to nearly rip the clothes right off
me. All that is except the panties, which she pulled off of
me almost reluctantly, and then only after she had pulled
her own clothes off. We fucked like animals for the rest of
the night. We were usually doing good if I could bring her
to orgasm more than twice, but that night she orgasmed
repeatedly, wearing both of us to the point of exhaustion.
Late that night, as we lay together in bed, Shelly made a
confession.
"When I first saw you put on my panties before we went to
dinner, I almost attacked you right then. You just looked
scrumptious with your cute little ass clad in satin. Then,
all through dinner, all I could think about was the way you
looked in them, and it was all I could do not to rape you
right there in the restaurant. I don't know why, but the
very idea of you wearing my clothes makes me horny as
hell."
"Well, to be really honest," I told her, "wearing them sort
of got me excited as well. Does that bother you?"
"Bother me hell. I was hoping that you liked it, because I
was going to ask you to wear some of them more often. Maybe
even more than just the panties."
Although I had been raised to be accepting of just about
anything, the idea of wearing women's underwear very often
was a little intimidating. At the same time though, it was
also rather exciting.
"Well, just what did you have in mind?"
"Well, I packed a couple of teddies and baby doll nighties
that I think I would really like to see you in. And I know
it sounds sort of weird, but would you mind wearing
panties, and maybe a bra anytime were not actually making
love?"
At first I was shocked, and almost yelled at her, but I
really cared about Shelly, and we came here to sort of re-
light the flame of our passion and seeing me in women's
panties had definitely lit hers, and, well, my dick was
getting hard just think about what she was asking.
"Well, I guess we could try it, at least for a couple of
days, just to see what happens. But no promises on anything
after that."
"I'll just have to make the best of what I can get than.
But I promise you, I plan on doing anything to make it last
as long as possible."
For the next couple of days, I spent my nights in baby doll
nighties, and my days in panties and bras, and when we
would go out to eat I would throw on a blouse and a pair of
slacks. The more I wore Shelly's clothes, the more
intoxicating it became. After a couple of days, Shelly
wanted to take it a little further, and I readily agreed to
let her show me how to put make up on, and fix my hair in a
woman's style. On the fourth day, I let her talk me into
shaving what little hair I had on my legs, under my arms,
and my chest, and I had tried on just about everything
Shelly had brought with her. Whenever I was wearing her
clothes, I began to unconsciously imitate the way that she
walked, and her mannerisms. I had even managed to make my
voice sound like a woman's. Shelly even decided that when I
was dressed as a woman the name George just didn't fit, and
started calling me Jenny.
Finally, the day before we left, Shelly talked me into
going to eat dressed and made up as a woman. I had thought,
looking in the mirrors, that I might be able to pull it
off, but the thought of actually doing it was frightening.
As we left the hotel, we got a few looks, but they weren't
suspicious looks. Rather, they were the looks of men
checking out a couple of good looking ladies. When we
walked into the diner, I was so nervous I was literally
shaking. I was wearing a white blouse, with a knee length
navy blue skirt and matching jacket. Underneath, I was
wearing a pair of pink lace panties and matching bra and
garter belt. I was also wearing a pair of real silk
stalking which felt incredible against my shaved legs, and
a pair of four inch heals that I had spent days learning to
walk in. As nervous as I was though, I found it difficult
to maintain my balance in them. I almost passed out in
relief when we were sat in a booth in the back corner. I
ate quickly, hoping to get back to the room, and spend one
last quality night with Shelly. As we were getting ready to
leave, however, a tall, solidly built man walked over to
us.
"I was hoping I could talk you ladies into joining me for a
few drinks in the bar this evening. Spending the evening
with a couple of good looking ladies like yourselves would
be the highlight of my year."
I panicked. I tried to say "no," but I couldn't get my
mouth to spit out the word. I looked to Shelly, who had a
mischievous, almost evil look in her eye. She then told him
that yes, we would love to spend the evening with him.
I nearly choked, but didn't know what to do or say as he
took us both by the arms, paid for our meal, and walked us
over to the bar across the street. I didn't know what
Shelly was up to, but I finally decided to relax, and enjoy
the moment. I mean, here I was, dressed as a woman, and
passing so well that I had just been asked out by a strange
man. Although I had never thought about any man that way
before, I found myself thinking that he was pretty good
looking at least.
Inside the bar, we found a table, ordered a couple of
drinks, and talked for some time about small things, like
where we were from, and how much longer we would be in
town. I was just beginning to relax and enjoy myself,
thanks to a couple of drinks, when Richard, as he had
introduced himself, leaned over and asked me if I wanted to
dance.
I tried to stammer out that I wasn't really up to it, and
hadn't danced in years, when Shelly gave me a nudge and
said, "Go on, Jenny. Live it up a little. I think you'll
enjoy yourself."
Without waiting for me to say anything, Richard grabbed my
arm and pulled me out on the dance floor. I was horrified
to hear that it was a slow song, and Richard pulled me
close to him, and wrapped his arms tightly around me.
Trying to make the best of the situation, I laid my head on
his chest and let him lead me around the dance floor. I was
amazed to discover how warm and protected I felt as he held
me tightly. I then felt an unmistakable swelling in his
groin, indicating he was getting hard. I found that the
idea that he was getting aroused by my touch was exciting
me as well. My dick, which had been swollen most of the
night, despite being tucked down tightly in the panties,
was beginning to strain even more at the lacy fabric
holding it.
When the song was over, I pulled back from him, grateful
for the opportunity to get myself out of this situation,
which I had no experience in dealing with. Before I got too
far, however, he lowered his lips to mine and kissed me,
plunging his tongue deep in my mouth. Intoxicated by a
couple drinks, and the warm musky feel of his body so close
to mine, I kissed him back. After a long, deep kiss, he
wrapped his arm around me and guided me back to the table.
We sat down at the table and ordered another round of
drinks, and Shelly winked at me. Richard now sat very close
to me, and as we drank and talked some more, he placed his
hand on my leg and began to rub it gently, going slightly
higher with each passing moment. I was confused. I didn't
know if I wanted him to continue with what he was doing,
and work his way all the way up to release some of the
tension I felt, I if I should be horrified that if he did,
he would be so enraged by what he found there, that he
would expose me in front of everyone. As we finished our
drinks, Shelly suggested that the three of us should go
back to our hotel room and maybe get to know one another a
little bit better.
My mind was numb. My girlfriend was unquestionably
suggesting that the three of us should go back to our room
and have sex. My girlfriend was actually suggesting that I
have sex with another man. Once again my mind tried to
protest, by inhibited by several drinks, it couldn't find a
voice, and my heated tension in my groin was begging for
release. I didn't say anything, I simply nodded, and
allowed Richard, who was now visibly aroused, lead me from
the bar as he followed my girlfriend back to our room.
Once inside our room, Shelly made a clear statement about
who was running things when she leaned to me and kissed me
deeply, ignoring Richard, who was beginning to grunt under
his breath.
"Richard," she told him, "why don't you go make yourself
comfortable, while Jenny and I get ready." With that, she
led me into the bathroom and closed the door.
"Shelly," I whispered in a quiet, urgent voice, "what are
you doing to us here?"
"I'm getting us both laid." She replied in a voice just as
quiet. "I've been wanting to see you take on a man for a
couple of days now, ever since I saw what a pretty woman
you are."
"When we started this, I didn't ever think that it would
come to something like this."
"Neither did I, at first. But right now I'm so horny I
could take on the seventh fleet by myself. And you're going
to do this with me, or all those videos we took of you
dressed up are going to find their way to all of your
customers, you got that."
Some of my customers probably wouldn't care about me
dressing as a woman, but a lot, maybe most, of them would.
I couldn't afford to find out one way or the other. "What's
he going to do, when he finds out that I'm really a man?"
"By the time it gets that far, he's not going to care,
we'll have him so turned on he'd fuck a cow if we told him
to. Now, are you ready, 'cause this is what being a woman
is all about."
Without waiting for me to answer, Shelly opened the door,
grabbed me by the arm, and led me out of the bathroom, to
find Richard lying on the bed completely naked. I gasped at
what I saw there. I have never been under the delusion that
I was well hung, but compared to Richard; I might as well
not even have a cock. At least ten inches long, and as
thick as my wrist, Richard's dick was what most men dreamed
of having.
Despite myself, I felt the warm tension in my groin grow
even stronger, and I knew that I wanted him. Following
Sally's lead, I walked over to where he was laying and
Shelly and I began to take turns kissing him. We then began
to work our way down past his neck and across his chest,
both of us lingering at his nipples. He placed a hand on
each of our heads and began to push our heads down toward
his hard on.
When, for the first time in my life, I found myself face to
face with another man's dick, I nearly cracked, but I was
in too far to turn back now. I watched as Shelly took his
dick in her mouth, as she had mine so many times, and began
to suck him off. Deciding to make myself useful down here,
I went down a little further, and began to lick his nuts,
then taking them in my mouth and sucking on them. Richard
moaned appreciatively, and rubbed my face, which felt truly
wonderful. I was really enjoying the taste of another man's
balls, and couldn't believe I had never tried it before.
Richard's dick began to jerk, and Shelly pulled her mouth
from it and joined me in sucking his nuts. As she did, she
gave me a look as though to say it was my turn.
With a great deal of anticipation, I ran my tongue up the
length of his cock, circled around the helmet shaped head,
getting my first ever taste of pre-cum, and in a burst of
determination, opened my mouth and took him in. I had
always wondered why some women enjoy sucking cocks so much,
and now I knew the answer. There was a warm, fulfilling
feeling of having so much manhood in my mouth, and the hot
musky aroma he gave off was almost as intoxicating as
liqueur. I was in paradise, and I knew that, although this
was the first dick I had ever sucked, it wouldn't be the
last.
I was bobbing my head up and down along the length of his
shaft, sucking for all I was worth, and with each thrust,
was able to take just a little bit more of him in, when to
my own surprise, I soon found that I had the entire ten
inches in my mouth. Once again, his dick began to jerk, and
I knew that I wanted him to shoot his load in my mouth. I
moved my mouth up and down his length even faster until he
was about to shoot his load. I then moved my head so that
only the tip of his cock was in my mouth so that I could
taste the hot salty seamen. When he came, he shot load
after load deep into the back of my mouth, and I reveled in
it. I didn't swallow it though, at least not all of it. I
instinctively knew that Shelly would want to share this so
I reluctantly let his dick fall from my mouth, and then I
kissed Shelly with a deep passionate kiss and let some of
Richard's come slip into her mouth.
As Richard recovered, I began to undress Shelly, kissing
each new part of her body that I uncovered. First her
breasts, her belly her thighs, and finally her crotch. Her
pussy was hot and ready, and I dived in. I gave her the
best oral job I had ever performed. I was inspired as I
licked her clit, and when I shoved my finger in her pussy
to massage her g-spot, it was like an electric spark. I
looked up to see how she was enjoying my attention, and saw
that Richard was now kissing her breasts. He then began to
work his way down to join me, and I let him take over with
her clit, while I began to lick her ass hole. That proved
to be as much as she could take, because within moments,
she was wailing like a banshee, and flexing her thighs,
nearly crushing mine and Richard's head.
Once the wave had passed her, Shelly immediately rolled
over onto all fours, grabbed Richard's cock, which was once
again rock hard, and guided it into her pussy. I positioned
myself so that my head was beneath them and began to lick
both Shelly's clit and Richard's balls. We went on like
that for some time until Shelly was once again overtaken by
orgasm.
She then pulled her self off Richard's dick and told him,
"I want to see you fuck Jenny in the ass."
Sally then positioned me on all fours, hiked up my skirt,
pulled my panties to one side, and guided Richard's huge
cock to the entrance of my virgin ass. I knew that I wanted
this, but I was also scared. As Richard eagerly began to
thrust his cock up into me, I was overtaken by intense
pain. I muffled my cries in a pillow, and submissively let
him do as he wanted. Fortunately, he was well lubed from
Sally's pussy and he was soon able to bury his rod in my
ass to the hilt. Despite the pain, I felt truly complete
for the first time in my life. I now knew what it meant to
be a woman.
Slowly, the pain began to ebb, and I was consumed by the
pleasure of having a man fuck me. I began to cry out for
him to fuck me harder and faster, and he willingly obliged.
Shelly then moved so that she was beneath us, much as I had
done earlier, and released my cock from the lace panties.
As Richard continued to pump my ass full of his manhood,
Shelly took mine in her mouth and proceeded to attempt to
suck my nuts out through my dick. Overcome by sexual
tension too long denied, I quickly shot a huge load into
her mouth. It was the most incredible orgasm I had ever
experienced, and the convulsive jerking of my ass cheeks
soon milked Richard of his orgasm.
Shelly then kissed me, sharing some of my cum with me. She
then told Richard that we had to be ready to leave early
the next morning. It had been nice to meet him, and we both
enjoyed ourselves immensely, but we needed our beauty
sleep, and maybe we could hook up with him again sometime.
Richard said that he understood completely, got dressed,
kissed us both goodnight, and left us, never finding out
that I wasn't all he thought I was. After Shelly and I took
a shower, we lay together in the bed in nearly matching
teddies.
"I hope you realize," she told me, "that I have enjoyed
this week very much, and I don't plan on letting this end
just because our vacation is over."
"I was hoping you'd say that." I told her.
The next morning when we left, I was wearing the same suit
I wore when we arrived, but this time, I was wearing a pair
of silk panties and a matching camisole underneath.
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