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Whoopsies, Chapter 7 - By: Beverly Taff The following morning I woke to find myself lying on my back. This in itself was unusual for we usually slept curled up in a ?three-sided? bundle of intertwined arms and legs. Before I had time to consider this unusual separation, I realised that it was the gentle twitching of my butt-plug that had woken me. As I became more awake, it was starting to writhe and squirm inside me. For a moment I lay on my back beside Pauline, wondering why I wasn?t entwined within her arms then I felt her start to twitch as she awoke from her slumbers. She seemed to give a soft puzzled grunt and then Marjorie reacted with a nervous squeak followed by a jerk of her hips as her butt responded to her butt plug. As we each realised we were not cuddled up to each other, we let out puzzled gasps as our butt-plugs really started to motor. To our shock and horror we realised why we were lying on our backs in a line across the bed and not cuddled in our usual three-sided embrace Somehow, our butts were ?stuck? to a sort of bar and we were laid out like three skittles in the bed. We could not turn to get comfortable for our butt-plugs were securely attached to the bar. I then realised that our last drinks must have somehow been drugged. It was the only explanation. How else could we all three have slept undisturbed whilst somebody had undressed us and secured our butt plugs to the bar? How indeed, had we slept so soundly without once having tossed or turned all night? They had even changed our sleeping suits to new ones with a little aperture in the crotch. Then, as we slept through our drugged slumber, they had substituted our butt-plugs. In addition to the ?penis insert? our butt-plugs now also had additional locking clamps that securely attached each of us to the bar that was locked across the bed. We could not move our butts from the bar. As we realised our predicament we frantically squirmed and wriggled to try and get free. It was hopeless. Our sleeping outfits had also been changed. Our new silky tutus and tights simply slithered uselessly against each other?s silky legs and the satin sheets. It was impossible to gain any purchase for even our hands were ?gloved? in tight fitting fingerless mittens that prevented any sort of grasping function. Our new tutus had a tiny opening in the crotch that allowed the locking device to be fitted to the bar. At the base of the plug there was a bolt or shaft where the device was attached to the butt-plug. Through this locking bolt our butt-plugs remained securely attached to the bar whilst the actual connection remained invisible within the tiny aperture inside our tutu crotches. To an observed it appeared that we were simply stuck to the bar by our tutus. As our limbs slithered uselessly against the frictionless bedding materials we failed utterly to seize hold of anything. We had no grip or grasp at all. Our tightly encased silky feet and fingerless hands simply skidded helplessly against the satin sheet as we realised that the bar was secured to the bed. Our own butt-plugs were pinning us down and we couldn?t do a thing about it! Frantically we each groped under our butts and fumbled hopelessly but our special thumbless mittens turned our hands into useless ?stumps?. Try as we may, we could not release ourselves. Pauline let out a nervous whimper whilst Marjorie and I continued fumbling desperately to somehow unlock the clamps. Our efforts were useless. We were pinned like butterflies on a display board except that we were very much alive and squirming. Our butt-plugs continued to vibrate and writhe and, despite our bondaged circumstances, we could not resist getting horny. Strangely, our very helplessness made us even more excited and we each silently fantasized about our ?helplessness? as we quickly approached orgasm. As our sensations started to climax, the bedroom door opened and all the mummies arrived to savour the bizarre spectacle. Their appreciative gazes only served to heighten our feelings of helplessness and we thrashed urgently as our orgasms started to sweep through our little bodies. Despite being watched, we could not resist our bodily demands as our libidos took us to an orgasmic crescendo and we squealed with delight. Finally, the waves of lust subsided and we lay gasping as our hearts pounded and we started to become embarrassed by our shameful abandon. The French mummies became excited as they quickly kissed us and reassured us that they were not disgusted or angry. Far from it, instead they congratulated our own American mummies for the display. The whole event had been some sort of marketing display. We had simply been used as demonstration models to show just how their own children could be developed into obedient little misses. Their bodies, like ours, could be kept in a permanent state of childish dependency for the rest of their lives. After the French mummies had left to discuss their own circumstances and needs, our own mummies praised us for being such good young ladies. They released the bar from the bed frame and invited us to get up whilst still attached to the bar. Carefully, we synchronised our movement as we rose simultaneously from our bondage. We were still attached to our bar and we were forced to mince like the three young cygnets from ?Swan Lake? as we delicately sidled down the corridor to our bathroom. There the locks were released from the bar and we were finally separated. Next our mummies released us from our tutus and our hands were finally free. Then they unlocked the butt-plugs and we were left to attend to our morning ablutions. Cautiously we each squatted over the pan and we each removed the other?s butt-plug and inspected the strange new devices. The new butt-plugs had the normal thread for screwing into our sphincters but one end was shaped just like a penis whilst the other had the narrow locking shaft that was fixed into the lock escutcheon and could not be released without another special spanner. This spanner and the three locking devices lay to one side to be washed along with the butt-plugs. As we washed and studied the evil devices, Pauline fingered her penis plug thoughtfully. ?Dis jus like yow pee-pee Bev.? Marjorie and I frowned as we confirmed Pauline?s observation. We all three had an intimate knowledge of my pee-pee because we had grown up together. There was no mistaking that each butt-plug was an exact model of my lovely boy-toy when it was erected. Marjorie grinned as she washed hers again under the shower and then ?tested? it as a substitute dildo it in the more conventional location. ?I? feels jus like yow pee-pee as well,? she giggled. Just then Mummy Jones returned and caught Marjorie playing ludely with her ?toy?. ?Young lady, if you prefer it that way, we can easily fix it so that it locks in there as well.? Marjorie struggled to whip the offending instrument from her ?girly hole? and clamped her legs together nervously. She held the butt-plug between two fingers as though it had somehow become distasteful and Mummy Jones stared over her glasses as she scolded her and took the offending butt- plug from her. ?If your girly parts were to be fixed to fit this permanently, you?d never be able to have proper pleasure with Beverly again and, what?s more, you wouldn?t be able to have babies except by caesarean section. So remember, no more playing in your girly hole with this. That?s what Beverly?s boy-toy pee-pee is for.? Marjorie?s face went a deep beetroot red and a nervous tear escaped down her cheek. The idea of never sharing my boy toy again, horrified her. She stared sullenly at Mummy Jones. ?If dis only fow ow? butts, why I? shaped wike Bewewy?s pee-pee?? ?Because Beverly?s pee-pee can?t get into your butts, it doesn?t have a thread and it can?t vibrate or squirm.? Marjory fell silent as she digested this information. ?So why we need dem? Bewerwy?s pee-pee is jus fine.? ?You?ll learn one day my darlings. Just be patient.? We all three exchanged uncertain glances, the penile butt-plugs had been the first event in our lives when we had been uncertain and frightened. Why did we need vibrating butt plugs we asked ourselves? We could only throw ourselves at the mercy of our mummies and see what the future brought. Mummy Jones smiled reassuringly and spoke again as she watched us soaping each other down in the shower. ?You really are lucky little children you know. You will never have all the worries of adults. You?ll always enjoy the carefree pleasures of childhood whilst still savouring the adult pleasures that your sensuous little bodies permit. You?ve got it both ways.? We had no choice but to accept her observations and she helped us dress in our daytime tutus. These were different from our new sleeping tutus in that our hands were free. Our daytime tutus also had properly closed crotches and our butt plugs were screwed in without the clamps. With the butt-plugs screwed tightly into our sphincters, nobody would ever have realised that under our tutus we had dildos fixed into our butts. As we joined the rest at breakfast, we realised that this large French chateaux masqueraded as a ballet school. All the little French girls were also wearing ballet tutus as they suckled ?breakfast? from their mummy?s breasts. We were made to wait until the little girls had taken their fill then we were invited to avail ourselves of any breasts that still had milk. Just like the previous night we were handed around from breast to breast. Hungrily we slithered from satiny lap to satiny lap draining any remaining breasts of any excess milk. As we suckled away we listened to the adults talking and we learned that we were going to have ballet lessons. Fortunately our ?child bodies? still enjoyed their childlike flexibility and we found the exercises to be relatively easy. Our only problem was balancing for long times in some of the formal ballet positions. Our large breasts made us somewhat unstable. In normal life, we three had all long ago learned to posture ourselves to cope with our top-heavy breasts and soft rounded butts but ballet demanded rigid angles and postures. When we were made to strike these postures our large breasts wobbled and we soon lost our balance. The little French girls all giggled and tittered but Marjorie warned them that if they were changed like us then they too would have the same problems when they grew older. Their smirks soon changed to frowns of nervous uncertainty and we busied ourselves with the exercises. The biggest surprise was when I was asked to help Pauline with a ?lift?. Being the only supposed ?boy?, I was given this unexpected role despite my protest that I was no stronger than any of the ?other? girls. My protests were ignored and I was shown how to catch her. Pauline was chosen because she was smaller and lighter than Marjorie. As Madame instructed me about posture and preparedness, Pauline was dressed in a full ballerina skirt and shown how to approach me. Then she carefully ran forward and leapt into my arms. For a brief moment I managed to get her above my head but it took a huge effort and my fingers fumbled in her crotch as I struggled to get a grip. Pauline jerked with surprised delight then squeaked with pleasure as my fingers sank unexpectedly into her secret femininity. The crotch of her tutu had a secret ?insert? that was invisible to the ordinary glance as it was disguised in the centre seam. When Pauline had landed heavily on my outstretched fingers, the pocket had parted whilst her tights obviously had some sort of additional pouch in the crotch. As her legs spread in the leap, my fingers were allowed immediate penetration. My tense silky clad fingers had unexpectedly slithered deep into her innermost secret femininity and Pauline squirmed with unexpected delight. Now my concentration was distracted and I wavered uncertainly as the strain began to tell. I quickly lost my balance and we both collapsed into a giggling frothy heap as her large lacy skirt enveloped us like a collapsing parachute. After ascertaining that we were unhurt, even Madame could not contain a smile of amusement as our giggles continued under the frilly tent. Eventually we emerged red faced with me rubbing my wrist and Pauline twitching her thighs together from the delightful surprise. All the mummies smirked knowingly as we recovered our composure As a ?thankyou? for our ?display?, Marjorie and I were also given full ballerina skirts and we made delightful ?froufrou? as we swished about the dance floor and tried to lift each other. It was hopeless and everybody realised that I would never have the strength to do a lift. The lesson continued until our warm milk arrived at eleven and we were all dispatched to suckle from the bottles in the sunny garden whilst our mummies chatted. After eleven o?clock we were separated from the younger children and given more formal academic lessons. At lunchtime we rejoined the younger girls but we had to wait until the French mummies had all fed their own little darlings. Then they indulged themselves again by sharing us around their group again to relieve them of any excess milk in their breasts. For them this was always a treat because we were the only ones who had no teeth in our soft gentle baby mouths. However, whatever medicine had been used to suppress the growth of our adult teeth was obviously now being administered to the little French darlings. Already a few of them had lost some teeth and they all chewed on the teething rings that were newly attached to their comforters. It would not be long before all the little girls regressed to suckling only as their milk teeth fell out and their lips and jaws regressed to the softly rounded contours of childhood. Thoughtfully, I considered my own soft rubbery gums and wondered what it would be like to actually bite into something solid. Unthinkingly I squeezed my soft rubbery gums into the breast I was suckling but the French mummy only shuddered with delight and gasped as she squeezed her thighs together. ?Oooh!! You little darling!? she gasped as I felt her heartbeat start to race behind her soft comforting breasts. She hugged me tighter so for good measure, I gave her nipple a further tongue-lashing and she almost slumped from the chair with ecstasy. I knowingly slid my hand surreptitiously down her soft tummy and she squeezed me tighter to hide my actions as my hand burrowed into her lap. After years of sharing my bed with Marjorie and Pauline I knew exactly where to strike with my educated fingers. With the large frilly ballerina skirt masking my activities, I deftly slipped my fingers between the front buttons of her dress zeroed into the moist target between her trembling thighs. My soft lips continued teasing one nipple with my baby-mouth whilst I idly moved to get comfortable. Then I thumbed the other nipple through the silky cup of her nursing bra with the back of my nail. She almost slipped off the chair as her carnal needs overwhelmed her. I was learning quickly that all these strange French mummies had some sort of suckling fixation related to stimulation of the nipples that precipitated orgasms. As I peeped over her generous breasts I noticed Marjorie and Pauline indulging in the same licentious games. Each of our wet nurses was sagging slumped in their chairs with their mouths gaping open in lustful wantonness. Knowledgeable smiles played on the lips of the other French mummies as they anticipated their own rewards. It was mid afternoon before all the ladies were satiated and our tummies were swollen up like poisoned pups. We all three desperately needed to go and pee and Marjorie minced uncomfortably to Mummy Williams. ?We wanna? go pee an whoopsies!? ?Yes darling,? replied Mummy Williams, ?you?ve been three very good little girls and our French friends are delighted with your performance. Bend over and I?ll unlock your little fixtures.? We all three bent over and ?presented? obediently as Mummy Williams deftly unlocked our tutu collars to allow the zips of our tutus to slide down our backs. Once we were naked, Mummy Williams slipped her hands under our bottoms and deftly unlocked our butt-plugs. Each little click told us we were now free to go and help each other in the loo. Knowing French eyes watched us covetously as bare breasts and bottoms and swollen tummies wobbled gingerly down the corridor and disappeared into the loo. Once alone, we eagerly assisted each other in undressing then relieving ourselves of our desperate burdens. We must have suckled huge amounts of milk for our evacuations were almost explosive. It was teatime before we were cleaned up enough for Mummy Jones to hand us our evening lingerie, tights and silky ball gowns. In the bedroom we were ?locked? into our frilly under-wired teddies and made ready for an evening of dancing and entertainment. As the full satiny little gowns slithered over our childlike shoulders we primped and cooed before the mirror. Next we zippered up the gowns as they fitted over our large firm breasts then we smoothed out imaginary wrinkles and spun around to swing the hems up and show our pretty frillies to each other. Mummy Jones smiled indulgently as her three little ?girls? played eagerly. Once ready, we were presented again to the French ladies as they sat down to dinner. Our French was improving rapidly and we sat expectantly as each French mummy delicately ate her food whilst attending to her own child at her breast. Then as each child was satisfied, we were invited to drain off any excesses. We operated like extra waiters going around the table servicing the milk cows and making them comfortable for the evening?s dancing. After the meal, the little French girls put on a dance exhibition then they went to bed. Fortunately we were not expected to provide any strenuous dance exhibition because everybody knew our little tummies were swollen too full of milk. We did however, join in with the partnered dancing and were handed around the room by contented mummies as they relished our small size that allowed them to lead in the dancing and indulge the dominant role. By eleven, we were exhausted so the adults released us and we desperately scampered to the loo. After the usual toilet and cleaning rituals, Mummy Jones said we were to be rewarded and allowed to sleep in our usual intimate bundle. Eagerly we scrambled into bed and were delighted to discover that the sleeping outfits laid out on the bed would allow us full intimacy. As we helped each other into our silky sleep suits we tantalised each other by delicately tracing our fingers over our most intimate erogenous spots and squeaking with delight. Mummy Williams smiled affectionately and switched off the light as we slithered together then cuddled up under the satin sheets. Almost immediately, we felt our butt plugs starting to vibrate and we gasped with pleasure as our bodies responded. My little boy pee-pee immediately became playful and Marjorie and Pauline played 'scissors, paper, stone', to decide who went first. Our first delight was discovering that the butt plugs translated their vibrations through out body parts and greatly enhanced our orgasms. If this was to be our future life then we were all delighted. Regrettably even the most licentious of little girls can have too much of a good thing. Even though we were satiated our butt plugs were not. After one o?clock, things were getting uncomfortable. We were exhausted from our pleasuring but our butt plugs were still writhing and vibrating inside us. Finally, Mummy Williams returned at about two o?clock in the morning and asked if we were ?contented?. We begged her to ?switch us off? and she grinned affectionately as she produced the ?zapper?. A few deft finger strokes brought the butt plugs to a stop and we slumped contentedly as she gave us each an affectionate kiss. ?Good night my darlings,? she cooed. ?Goo? ni? Mummy,? we chorused softly as our dreams overtook us. The door closed but we were already into our slumbers. The following morning a new dancer was introduced to the dance lesson. We were told he was a keen student of ballet and just a little older than us. As he stood poised by the bar our eyes fell greedily upon his young muscular body and his young slender form held us captivated. Madam Le Spencer introduced the new dancer as ?Henrie? and explained that we could now practice our leaps in safety. The new dancer would be easily able to hoist us and hold us aloft. He swept gracefully towards us and easily grasped Pauline?s slender waist as he swept her off the floor. Pauline let of a little squeak of surprise as she found herself perched on his up stretched arms. Then he swept low and set her down with consummate ease. He repeated the move with all three of us and we quickly became confident in his arms. We were enchanted with Henrie for he was only a little taller than us and his skin was beautifully smooth. He had not even started to grow a beard and his body had not yet filled out into the powerful graceful physique that would one day be his. Even so his muscles rippled under his smooth soft skin and we went weak at the knees as he sprung across the floor like a gazelle then invited us to continue leaping into his arms. For the rest of the morning we were lost in the dizzying romance of leaps and twirls as he drew on his boundless energy. It was only at lunchtime that we learned the truth. We were busy with our lunchtime toilette when he swept unexpectedly through our doors and slipped into one of the other cubicles. He closed the door and seemed to take an inordinately long time to pee. I became curious because in my male mode I knew that it only took a brief second to pull out my pee-pee and simply ?push? to let go. It was different when I was in girly mode. Firstly I had to fiddle with my clothes a lot before I could ?tutty down?. Then I had to wait a while before my waterworks finally ?let go?. Somehow, my prostate gland became paralysed when I was in girly mode. I knew this was part of the surgery that had been done to me when I was ?girlified?. I became curious about the delay as Henrie still failed to ?splash? into the pan so I peeped under the door to find his feet facing the door. Henrie was peeing all right; but he was squatting to pee and that was why he wasn?t splashing! What was more; he had pulled down his leotard and tights past his knees. A further glance confirmed my suspicions. Henrie had to tutty down because Henrie didn?t appear to have a pee-pee! Indeed, Henrie appeared to be a girl! Frantically, I nudged Pauline and Marjorie and signed my discovery in silence. Both girls cautiously bent low and peered carefully so that Henrie would not see them but they could view ?him? urinating. As the sound of tinkling finally slowed, Henrie let out a telltale girlie sigh and our smiles widened into grins. As we craned our necks cautiously we all saw her last few drips escaping from what was obviously a girl?s arrangements, then she - he leant forward and we heard the telltale rip of toilet tissue as she-he wiped him-herself. Henrie was definitely arranged like a girl; at least down below under her panties, -and she was wearing panties-, but to outward appearances she was more clearly a youth. As she tugged at her leotard and tights, we deftly stepped back and pretended to be busy with our tutu fastenings. Finally she emerged and smiled at us as we innocently fiddled with our back fastenings and she washed her hands. We all pretended to be having difficulties and asked her to help with the stiff fastenings of the ?bra straps? built into our tutus. Henrie smiled condescendingly but happily assisted us. Naturally, ?he? let ?his? fingers linger knowingly on our large fulsome breasts. As our breasts wobbled to his caresses, we let out little girly gasps of pleasure and Henrie?s eyes glittered greedily. ?His? finely boned hands, cupped our breasts and ?his? fingers traced delicately across our sensitive nipples as ?he? whispered. ?You?re three very pretty little girls aren?t you my sweets.? We all pretended to be coy and lowered our heads submissively as Henrie?s fascinated gaze drifted deep into our cleavages. Finally our sleeping tutus were fastened and we were all set for bed. Mummy Williams arrived with three bottles of warm chocolate milk to settle us. When we returned to our bedroom we found some extra suitcases in the corner. Marjorie turned questioningly to Mummy Williams who explained. ?We are short of beds at the moment girls, so I?m afraid Henrie will have to share your room. You?re quite small and Henrie is not yet full grown. The bed is easily big enough to accommodate an extra person. Henrie is not much bigger than you so you?ll not be uncomfortable.? We pretended to be shocked but our protestations were quickly overruled. We made a show of reluctance but secretly we could not wait to investigate this strange newcomer to our bed. We feigned nervousness as we clambered into bed with our bottles of chocolate milk. As we cuddled up and suckled comfortingly on the teats of our bottles, our eyes couldn?t help but wander over Henrie?s finely toned muscles. Under ?his? soft hairless skin we could see lithe sinuous muscle rippling invitingly and his tights shimmered as they accentuated ?his? long, youthful, slender legs. I felt both Marjorie and Pauline start rubbing their thighs and fingering their ?ticklies? together as they squeezed up to me. I also felt a strange lust coming over me as my pee-pee stiffened responsively. I couldn?t help but be intrigued by Henrie?s bizarre duality. ?He? caught us studying him and a flicker of uncertainty flashed briefly in his eyes, but then he smiled becomingly and the shadow faded from his face. We realised that ?he? must have encountered such uncertainties before. We were mildly disappointed when ?he? switched off the light and finished undressing in the deeper shadows in the corner. ?His? leotard slipped to the carpet then we could vaguely make out ?his? general form. Next ?his? tights slithered silkily down ?his? legs and ?he? stepped nimbly out of them. It was too dark to make out any detail so we had to be content with only what we could make out. ?He? gave a soft sigh as ?he? stretched out his legs and did a few final stretching exercises. Next ?he? opened ?his? suitcase and busied ?himself? with the contents. After some fiddling and fidgeting we eventually saw him bend down and pick out what was obviously a diaphanous baby-doll nightie and matching panties. In the soft moonlight by the window we could see them shimmering as ?he? stepped into the panties then slipped the nightie over ?his? shoulders. Finally ?he? turned towards the bed and whispered softly. ?Have your girls finished your milk?? We replied in unison and ?he? climbed gently onto the bed. Marjorie let out a little gasp of pleasure as ?he? gently raised the satiny sheets and slowly inveigled ?his? powerful legs between hers. She gave a little squeak as ?his? knowing fingers slowly started to roam and ?he? reached out to discern who?s arms and legs were whose. I must admit that we all gasped as ?his? strong slender fingers investigated our intertwined embrace. However we remained confident that ?his? curiosity would be stopped from progressing by our sleeping tutus. Without the little key to unlock the collars, ?he? could not investigate much further. In this our mummies betrayed us, for suddenly he grasped Pauline?s neck and deftly held her down as he produced the key and deftly released her collar. Pauline let out a token squeak of protest for we were still not too alarmed. As a girl, Henrie would be unable to rape her or Marjorie and if he tried anything with me, ?he? would get the surprise of ?his? life. Pauline continued her ?feeble? protests until she was finally freed from her tutu and her silky tights were gently peeled down her twitching legs. One she was relieved of all her clothing she lay naked and nervous as Henrie removed ?his? baby doll nightie and panties. Gently he slid his silky thighs over Pauline?s trembling body as she reached around ?his? silky smooth body and eagerly drew ?him? down onto her urgent body. She thrust her thighs hopefully up to meet ?his? body and gasped with delight when he eagerly started to ?frott? ?his? own clit against Pauline?s. Pauline suddenly squealed in ecstasy and proclaimed her delight as she pretended to have made her ?new? discovery. ?Henwy! Yow a gurl! Yow got a tickwy jus wike us!? Henrie let out a low giggle then sighed with satisfaction. ?That?s right my little darlings. I?m just like you but I?m a man-girl. Just feel my muscles.? Henrie tensed her thighs and her arms so that Pauline could feel the power between her parted thighs Marjorie and I could feel the strength in her arms as she reached around us both clasped us closer to her. Pauline let out a low groan of contentment whilst Marjorie and I sighed and squeezed closer. Marjorie whispered her curiosity. ?Do yow like girly stuff? Yow know, playing wi yow tickly and stuff.? Henrie let out a girlish giggle then frotted her clitty harder against Pauline?s as she replied. ?Of course I like girly stuff. It?s really nice being a girl but I prefer girls as partners, just like you do. I also like a nice little pee-pee inside me occasionally but unfortunately they usually come attached to big, hairy smelly men. Not that I don?t like so it?s dildoes for me I?m afraid. I like my lovers soft and curvy, just like you little girls. You?re a delightful little trio aren?t you?? As she declared her preferences she released Marjorie and I from her embrace then traced her fingers delicately over my and Marjorie?s breasts. We gasped as she savoured our voluptuous curves then we both shuddered as her knowing fingers found our stiffening nipples and she started us on the path to nirvana. By this time, Pauline let out a deep groan of satisfaction and shuddered as her hips pumped urgently. Pauline had ?arrived? in grand style and it was obvious that Henrie really knew her stuff. As Pauline sucked in hoarse breaths of recovery Marjorie made her move. ?Iss my tuwn now. I wanna cum.? Henrie duly obliged and made another little game of releasing her from her tutu as she gently ran her knowing fingers up and down Marjorie?s emerging body. Marjorie humped and squeaked as her erogenous zones responded to send shivers of delight all over her sensitive curves. Henrie made particular play with Marjorie?s large firm breasts and turgid ?organ-stop? nipples and Marjorie started to squirm with need. ?Do Me!? demanded Marjorie desperately, ?Wub my tickwy Pleassse!? Henrie finally relented and arched her powerful back gracefully as she drove her tickly hard against Marjorie?s stiffening nubbin. Her flexible powerful muscles and spread-eagled dancer?s legs created the perfect curve to exactly hit Marjorie?s button. The helpless Marjorie let out a wail of delight as she finally exploded with relief. ?Dass it! Jus dere! Ooohh dass lovely. Oohwooh dass jus so Ooohohhohh!? Marjorie finally released a long moan of delight as her body exploded with passion then collapsed like a deflated balloon. Henrie grunted with pleasure as her own needs started to mount then she slumped over Marjorie as Marjorie continued whimpering with delight. We lay as a group in silence as Marjorie recovered her composure then she whispered to Henri. ?A? you goin to do Bewewy as well?? Henrie giggled agreeably and whispered in my ear. ?Does your little tickly need attention as well darling.? ?Yess,? I gasped hoarsely, ?I wanna cum as well.? Gently Henrie started tracing her fingers over my nipples and I croaked gutturally as my needs grew. Desperately I squeezed my thighs together so that my pee-pee could not erect herself. Henrie seemed to take this as a sign that I was coy so she deftly ?released my tutu collar and eased my tutu down over my shoulders. My breasts wobbled free and she paused a while to nibble at my nipples with her soft moist lips. I squeaked with delight and raised my butt off the sheets to tug my tutu and tights all the way down my legs. Henrie was too busy with my stiffening nipples to discover my secret so I was fortunately able to slip my tutu, tights and panties all the way off my feet. I was now totally naked like my two companions but I was still able to push my eager pee-pee back between my legs and compress my thighs. I knew that I now perfectly resembled a girl provided my pee-pee remained only partially tumescent. Once she became fully erect there would be no hiding her. The secret was to get Henrie to frot her own clitty against my ?nubbin? then once she was ?ready, simply part my legs and let my pee-pee arise slowly from between my soft rounded thighs. It was obvious that Henrie had no idea what I was. However, the effect of her lips on my nipples was gathering apace and I could not hold back my pee-pee much longer. I whispered pleadingly. ?Please, I want to cum like Pauline and Marjorie. Rub my clitty.? Henrie tittered softly then slid her thighs over mine and humped her clitty against the stiffening base of my pee-pee. Cautiously I rose to meet her and she giggled knowingly. ?Eiee, Bev, Your clitty is getting hard already! You?re a real little goer aren?t you?? For an answer I grasped my little fingers around the hard muscles of her slender buttocks and pulled her harder against me. She let out a groan of pleasure and frotted even harder as her breath started to labour. ?Oooh that?s nice Beverly! Your clitty is really nice. It?s really hard. It?s lovely. You can really satisfy a girl with that. Just slide your butt a little and part your thighs so that I can really feel how hard you are.? I hesitated for a few moments but she urged me again. ?Come on darling. I can feel your little nubbin and it?s really hard. You must be begging for it!? ?Will you be gentle?? I whispered, pretending nervousness. ?Of course darling, just let me get my clitty against yours. I promise you, if you part your thighs we can both come closer together and I?ll show you a really good time.? I could feel her juices beginning to squeeze over my pee-pee and her cunny was starting to make sucking motions as she knowingly drove her hips backwards and forwards. Now was the time to give dear Henrie the surprise of her life. I parted my thighs a fraction and her clitty rode deeper down into my crotch as it rubbed along the top of my stiffening pee-pee. Henrie groaned with delight. ?Oowoohh, Beverly. That?s lovely. You?ve got the stiffest clitty I?ve ever felt. It?s really big isn?t it?? ?Mmmm,? I sighed as I finally parted my thighs and lifted my legs up slightly to raise her crotch fractionally above my soft rounded tummy. Henrie let out a squeak of frustration, as she demanded to know why I was separating our clitties. Her answer came almost before she had drawn breath to protest. My desperately frustrated pee-pee had immediately sprung up to fill the void between our ?clitties?. He was now standing up rigid and eager as Henrie pushed down again to frot her self. As Henrie bore down, she suddenly impaled her slippery cunny on my pee-pee and she let out a screech of surprise. ?Aaagh! You?ve got a dildo you little minx!? As she squealed, her fingers frantically reached down to investigate and her voice fell silent. As her fingers squeezed and groped my pee-pee, her hips stopped pumping and she let out a puzzled whisper. ?This isn?t a dildo. This is a-! Are you a boy?? I tensed nervously and Marjorie sensed my anxiety. To protect me from any adverse reaction she replied for me. ?Ye?, Bevewy?s a boy. So wha- She?s stiw ouwer fwend!? Henrie sat stock still upon my pee-pee for a few more moments then let out a giggle of delight. ?Why my darling little Beverly, you?re a bundle of delightful surprises. You?re such a beautiful little girl and yet so wonderfully endowed. Why I can feel you almost into my belly. This is absolutely fantastic, a girly boy and a beautiful one at that. Oh darling I so, so happy!? As she spoke, her body sagged and her warm tight cunny settled right up to the hilt. Her stiff clitty fetched up hard against my pubis and she sighed with ecstasy as she ground her urgency against the root of my rock hard pee-pee. Her sighs of delight turned to whimpers of desire as her body humped uncontrollably and soft tears of surrender dripped from her cheeks onto my heaving breasts. ?Ohhooh Beverly! This feels soo-oo good! I can?t believe I've found real dick and a beautiful girl. Why didn?t you tell me?? For an answer I pulled her taught smooth body tight against my breasts and pumped eagerly as our needs coincided. As we both groaned and gasped, Marjorie and Pauline knew their duties. They took station either side of us and gently took my nipples in their soft toothless lips. Their ministrations drove me to new heights and I squealed and cried as my pleasures wracked my body. As my seed burst forth, my desperate humping drove Henrie to nirvana and she squealed in the paroxysms of her climax. ?Oooohh, Beverleee. You are luverlee. This I love, this is for real! I love you and your pee-pee! Ooowooohh; so strong and so firm! Your beautiful body and the- oh so beautiful prick. How can I ever leave you now? Stay inside me forever!!? I finally spent my needs and slowly subsided into repletion as Henrie finally settled upon me. As always, my beloved pee-pee stayed stiff and true and Henrie whimpered softly as she gently gyrated her hips against mine. As she lay on me she whispered her delights. ?Why Beverly, you are beautiful and this- this lovely secret you have. Why did you not tell me earlier?? I lay uncertainly for a moment before offering my answer. ?I fought you wou? be rewoted. I fought you wiked only girls.? ?Oh my cherie. But no! It?s not the cock I hate. It?s all the roughness and smelly hair. Men are such rough vile creatures and their body odours are so strong. But you, not you; no, you I love, your little body is so soft and curvy and these beautiful titties, any woman would be mad for them and I bet all the boys love to feel them. Do you let the boys play with them?? I wagged my head and glanced at Marjorie and Pauline as I replied. ?No. I wike girlies; especially dese? two my deawest friends.? ?An? we wike her,? chorused Pauline and Marjorie in unison. ?I bet you do. And these beautiful big pink buds; they are so sensitive are they not. Like big round starter buttons, no?? As she spoke, she gently traced both thumbs over my nipples and I shuddered with delight. My pee-pee twitched urgently inside Henrie and she squeaked with pleasure.? ?Oh! You are ready again. How can this be? You have not even gone soft yet.? As she continued delicately thumbing my nipples, Marjorie and Pauline brought their soft lips to cover both Henrie?s thumbs and my turgid nipples. Henrie let out a soft ?Mmmm? and clenched her vaginal muscles as she felt my urgency intensify inside her. Then my companions gently fingered Henrie?s tiny pink ?gnat-bites? and she giggled pleasurably. ?Are dee's sensitive?? asked Pauline. ?Sometimes,? replied Henrie, and I felt her love tube clench as Marjorie and Pauline gently traced the backs of their nails over Henrie?s little boyish nipples. ?Wike now,? observed Marjorie as she felt Henrie?s spine stiffen and her hips twitch. ?Mmmm,? replied Henrie as she abandoned herself to her second approaching climax. My metabolism was also like a girl?s insofar as I could enjoy a series of orgasms in succession. Indeed it was this that so attracted Pauline and Marjorie to me. Now that Henrie had discovered my secrets she was determined to avail herself of this ability. Eagerly she started to grind her clitty against the stiff ridge at the base of my pee-pee and soon she was exploding again. She cried rapturously as her juices started to ?squelch? over my pee-pee. Marjorie quickly recognised the sounds and deftly slipped a towel under my butt as I raised my butt and pumped obediently into Henrie?s sex. On the other side, Pauline nimbly took the towel and tugged it under us to protect the satin sheets. One of the nice things about my two partners was that we always co-operated to help each other. Henrie was totally oblivious to Marjorie and Pauline?s good offices. Her hips gave a final judder and she cried as she collapsed onto my breasts. ?Aaah. I spend! I spend! Beverleee-ee. Zis is so wonderful. I die again!? So saying, she slumped exhausted and her face slid over my shoulder to bury itself in the pillow. Henrie was asleep. ?Just like a man.? I thought as my arms pinioned helplessly. I was pinned down but fortunately Marjorie and Pauline came to my rescue. Carefully they eased Henrie?s muscular body off my soft rounded tummy and breasts then I carefully extricated myself as Marjorie inveigled the towel under Henrie?s soaking crotch. Henrie was still flooding with the flush of her pleasuring. Marjorie smiled as she fingered Henrie?s ?six- pack? then she turned to me ?She?s a wovely boy. Jus wook a- dis body!? I was forced to confess that Henrie had a lovely body, -for a boy- but I was feeling confused. ?Had I just made love to a boy or a girl?? I asked my self. Then I smiled to myself. ?Henrie hadn?t seemed too bothered, so why should I?? As I finally escaped Henrie?s embrace, Marjorie and Pauline gently laid ?her-him? out between us. Then she reached over to cuddle me and her knowing fingers discovered my still rigid pee-pee. ?Yow no- goin to waste dat are yow?? I sighed and giggled. Marjorie and Pauline had still not received their just deserts and it would be a pity to waste such a unique opportunity. Normally we never found ourselves naked in bed and this had only occurred because of Henrie?s appearance. Eagerly both girls presented themselves so I made them play a game of ?scissors, paper, stone to choose first. Pauline got first ?dibs? and eagerly ?presented? her butt against my tummy to do it like ?two spoons in a drawer. Her soft velvety skin felt delicious and we both savoured the unique opportunity to explore our naked bodies. Pauline groaned as my fingers tested the rubbery textures of her swollen nipples and my pee-pee felt that familiar ?invitation? of her urgency between her legs. Pauline?s tickly actually ?sucked? at my pee-pee in its desperation to be filled. With Henrie?s juices still slick on my pee-pee, it was no effort to conjoin and Pauline sighed with satisfaction as we finally coupled. ?Oooh, das- nice an? hard Bev. Yow body is wovely an soft but yow pee- pee?s hard. Dis feels jus? wight.? As my pee-pee took control I felt my nipples stiffen again. They tickled Pauline?s shoulder blades as my full breasts grazed her back and she giggled with added pleasure. ?Yow starter buttons have switched on Bev.? I just sighed with delight and fulfilled my duty as Pauline started to respond. As she started to ?hump? my pee-pee I felt another pair of busy fingers attending our conjunction. Marjorie was getting impatient and helping to speed Pauline?s satisfaction. Pauline let out another squeak of surprise but made no protests. Indeed her humping simply increased as she whimpered with further delight. As Marjorie?s fingers busied themselves with Pauline?s ?tickwy? and my fingers roamed delicately over Pauline?s swollen breasts she finally exploded into a frenzy of release. Finally as her needs subsided, Marjorie wedged herself between us and gently levered us apart to impale herself on my pee-pee. Pauline giggled as my pee-pee slid out with a little ?plopping? sound and Marjorie eagerly availed herself of it?s continuing stiffness. ?Dis thing is wike an iron wod,? she giggled. ?Yow bet,? agreed Pauline as she made room for Marjorie to get fully between us. Marjorie?s urgent slipperiness made it equally easy for me to service her needs and we crescendo?ed together in short order. As we finally descended from the summit of our pleasuring, I felt a slender muscular arm embrace me. Henrie was stirring again. ?You?re a real little sweetie aren?t you?? she whispered, ?I bet all the little girls love you.? For an answer I squirmed my soft rounded bum into her ?lap? and snuggled tight against her taught ?six-pack? tummy. It was nice to find myself in the protective embrace of a lover. Marjorie and Pauline also let out contented sighs as Henrie?s sinewy arm reached over to stroke their soft sensitive breasts until sleep overtook us all. End of Chapter 7