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Two's Company, Three's a Different Story School had been a nightmare for me. The older I became, the more everyone else towered above me. I was slow to grow, slow to fill out, slow to hit puberty and slow with girls. I was small and soft and 'Girly'. All the girls were into the sports Jocks, against whom, I never stood a chance of even being noticed. I was sure that I could give a girl more in the way of a relationship than any of the sports Jocks, that strutted around like Peacocks, but my emotional depth was never even tested. College followed the same pattern and the familiar names, Squirt, Sissy, pretty boy, and others followed me also. My only sporting outlet was joining a free dance class where, among an almost totally female class, I was at least able to express myself. Unhampered by the politics of class and any involvement with the opposite sex, I was able to throw myself into my studies and gain entrance to a good University. I had picked one halfway across the country in the hope of escaping those that I had come to hate. My college peers, both male and female, had made my life a misery. University was supposed to be my salvation. How wrong I was to be. I had finally grown from the slightly built tiny girlish looking boy into a slightly built, 5'6'' tall effeminate looking older boy. To say 'Man' would have given me more status than I commanded. Things had improved though. I was mostly ignored and unless I provoked someone by being bumped into or being where I wasn't wanted, most of the name-calling had faded away. I joined the University Ballet class and the Contemporary dance class too. I loved the ballet but proved too small to play the lead male roles. I trained hard but just could not develop the muscles necessary and ended up playing minor roles or, more embarrassingly, filling in for one of the girls if there were sicknesses. During our last performance of Swan Lake, I was called upon to take on the role of one of the swans, dancing in formation with the other girls, and had begged a bra from one of the girls to pad myself out. I was used to wearing make up, in fact all ballet dancers are, as it's part of having to exaggerate one's features in order to be seen clearly by the audience. In my ballet make-up nobody outside the cast even guessed and my name had been left off of the program. The name Samantha Powell had been substituted and, so far, nobody had bothered to check the University records. On the positive side, the event seemed to pass without anyone outside the troop finding out but on the negative side it wasn't the last time that I was to dance as a girl for my art. At least the other girls would help me feminise my make up and, as long as nobody else found out, I was willing to go along with it. In fact I tried hard to be convincing whilst in character in order not to slip up on stage and become a laughing stock. Oh this isn't it, you know? It isn't the moment of realisation or anything. I was never going to be a macho-man but I was happy that I was straight. I liked girls. Of course, I'd never actually had any kind of sexual experience but, like the art critic said, 'I know what I like.' No! The incident, that was to change my life forever, was shortly to occur. I had fallen for one of the dancers. Sophia! She was typically small, although no shorter than myself, delicate and as graceful as any top Ballerina that I had ever seen. She was also beautiful. Stunningly beautiful! And she treated me like a friend. I knew that she and Greg, one of the top Jocks on the Campus, were an item but we seemed to connect on some deeper level and I began to think that maybe she felt something for me too. I spent as much time with her as I could, practicing our dancing, having salad lunches or just shopping together. I loved shopping with Sophia. I guess that because we'd seen each other undressed so often, she felt no shyness around me and I just loved to watch her try on new cloths. Most of all I loved to see her putting on sexy underwear. To be treated to these frequent shows as she tried on various panties, thongs and French knickers or sexy push up bras often left me with an embarrassing erection, which, obviously, I hid. My only problem was in knowing that this beautiful girl would be dressing like this to turn on her boyfriend. It would be Greg's eyes that next feasted on this wonderful sight. It would be Greg's hands that caressed the silky curves of Sophia's body. It would be Greg's lips that kissed the slowly revealed breasts as he entered the silky tunnel of her womanhood with his stiff member. How I wished that it were my eyes, my hands, my lips and my cock! I tried hard to look nonchalant about her sexiness as one wrong look could end my unnoticed voyeurism. Sophia moved gracefully around the cubicle, slipping into one item after another in the search for sexy perfection. She and Greg had had a massive argument and she was telling me her woes. "Greg can be such an idiot!" She stated, "He wants the sex but just he won't commit to a truly emotional relationship." "Some men will never commit, Sophia." I consoled, secretly delighted. "Maybe you need a man that will." "What about you?" she asked suddenly. "Do you have a problem with commitment?" "N...No." I stuttered, blushing red, "I would love to have the chance of commitment. I have so much love to offer..." I trailed off. Sophia's lovely eyes were locked with mine, almost probing my mind. I looked down quickly. "It's Ok Sammie! Maybe you'll get the chance soon. I would love to see you happy!" She came over and gave me a little hug. As we broke apart she said, "Now what's your idea of the ultimate in underwear?" "My idea?" "Yes. What would be your fantasy choice, the one outfit that would render any man helpless?" "A Basque." I said quietly, unsure that I should be opening myself up to possible ridicule. "Go on Sammie." She encouraged smiling. "A black satin Basque with push up cups, black satin panties and black stockings too. You know, like the ones with the three inch wide lace tops that you brought last month?" "Hold ups?" She asked. "Well actually, I love how the suspender straps frame...the important areas." "Sammie! You really are a dark horse, aren't you? Obviously finished off with high heels." She giggled. "The higher the better...Sorry! "I said shyly, "A bit predictable. Huh?" "To be honest, you took me a little by surprise. I never realised how much alike we were." Then biting her lip gently in a thoughtful pose, she called through the doorway to an assistant and whispered quietly. "I never said anything before because I didn't want to spoil things between us. I thought that if you knew how I felt, well, things might get weird. You know?" "Sammie, I've never felt as close to anyone in my life as I feel towards you. I really don't mind. I'm glad that you could tell me how you feel." Again she gave me a hug. The assistant came back with several items asked for by Sophie. I sat down stunned as she held out two Basques for Sophie to choose from. Sophie turned to me with a smile. "Which one do you like, Sammie?" They were both beautiful but one had lace cups and the other had smooth-line satin cups that looked softer to the touch. "Th...That one!" I stuttered pointing. "That one, thanks." Sophie said to the assistant. When she'd gone, Sophie quickly stepped out of her underwear and proceeded to don the satin Basque. "Will you help do me up?" she asked. I sat dumbstruck, mouth open, until she turned rear on to me. "Come on Sammie, don't get shy on me now." I got to my feet; glad that with her back to me she couldn't see the bulge in my trousers, and shakily did up the little rear hooks. When finished I sank quickly back into my seat before she could turn around. I caught sight of her neat little pubic triangle as she slipped into the matching panties, and then put on the stockings. I watched fascinated and in real danger of cuming in my trousers as she slipped on a pair of 3-inch high stiletto heeled court shoes and turned fully towards me. "Well Sammie, is this the one? Is this the look you want?" I could hardly talk but managed, "God Yes!" I couldn't stand up. "It's beautiful! You look beautiful!" "How does it make you feel, to see me wearing these?" Her hands traced the perfect line of her waist and slender hips down across her stocking tops and coming to rest on the smooth nylon of her thighs. "Truly?" "Yes truly!" "Hot, nervous, excited... Horny." I admitted. "Jealous?" Asked Sophie with her head on one side, an eyebrow raised quizzically. "Yes." I admitted shyly. I thought of Greg removing those satin panties and making love to Sophie. I wished desperately that I were in his position. "You are so beautiful... I am jealous!" Sophie looked over her shoulder and then, looking back at me, she lowered her voice, "Do you wish that these were for you?" I stood trembling, unable to answer at the thought of her dressing for my pleasure, "If I bought them, we could go back to my place and try them on together in private." "I would love to!" I found my voice. "But what about Greg?" "I don't know. It's up to you... but...I'd like to tell him the truth." Sophia awaited my reaction biting her lip in her uncertainty. "Would you still come home with me if I told him?" "How would he react? He's never even spoken to me." "We've had a lot of problems. There are things that he wants that I can't provide and it is driving a wedge between us. I think that we were going to split up after tonight. I really think that this would be best for all of us. Greg will be out of the picture by the time we get home. It would just be me... and you. All I'd need to do is make a call." "Sophie, this is my ultimate fantasy. I Love you!" I hugged her tightly, tears of happiness in my eyes. I watched as she slipped out of her high heels and peeled off the stockings. I helped her out of the Basque and then passed Sophie her normal underwear, still sexy, and the rest of her clothes. She held up the underwear that she had just shed and asked, "Are you sure that these are exactly what you want for your perfect fantasy?" "You have such a perfect body! You would look stunning in a sack but...yes...these are my fantasy." She smiled, whirled about and went off to find the assistant. I couldn't follow due to the bulge in my pants but I watched as she handed over the Items, waited a little while whilst the assistant disappeared and shortly returned with the items in bags. I didn't overhear the conversation that Sophia had with Greg on her mobile but she seemed to be happy with the outcome. We went arm in arm to the taxi rank, overloaded with bags and a sense of excitement. Sophia's apartment was large, obviously her parents were well off, and although she had been living here with Greg for some time, the decor remained soft and feminine. She opened a bottle of wine and we both chatted, avoiding the obvious, as we became light headed and giggly. Finally the conversation petered away and we were left in silence. I smiled nervously. Sophia checked her watch and locked eyes with mine, seeming to come to a decision of sorts. Suddenly she got up, startling me slightly and moving to the kitchen counter picked up a small jar, a manicure set and a flat cardboard package, she returned to her seat. She topped up both of our glasses and then opened the small jar, a blood red nail varnish and proceeded to give her nails a perfect coat. The jar of nail varnish claimed to be dry in one minute. I watched mesmerised, sipping my wine until finally breaking the silence, "You don't normally have such long nails, Sophie." "No! I had these done yesterday...Do you like them?" "They're gorgeous...They make your hands look very feminine!" "You think they make that much difference? Show me yours." I held up my hands, no bigger than Sophie's in size, for her inspection. Sophie checked that her nails were dry, "Hmmm, I wonder if you're right." She then beckoned for my hand. "Lets do a little experiment." "What?" I giggled. "Hand please, Sammie!" Still giggling, I reached across to her with my left hand, she patted it as if to tell it to stay where it was and opened the packet. Sophie spread out a selection of inch long shells. No, not shells, nails. False nails. "These are OK for emergencies and we can do them at home." "We?" I asked. Sophie just smiled and using a small implement to push back and lift my cuticle, went to work on my thumb. "Oww!" I yelped. "Shh you baby!" She giggled and selecting a nail to match my thumb in width, peeled off its sticky backing and slotted it in place. The edge actually went under the skin, giving it a natural look. Maybe it was the wine or the moment or the fact that I didn't want her to stop touching me, I don't know, but I let her continue. Quickly but precisely, Sophie did the same with the other fingers. When she finished my left hand I withdrew it for inspection. The nails, an inch from base to tip, made my narrow hand seem feminine compared to the right one. Sophie said nothing but just watched me. "I'm Sorry!" I said with a straight face, "It just looks too odd!" Her face seemed to droop with sadness. "You're going to have to do this hand too!" My turn to surprise her. "Why you...right, give me that hand!" we both giggled. Very soon and without any complaint from me, both my hands were decked with inch long talons. "Now you're going to have to pay a penalty!" "What penalty?" I asked in mock terror. "Girly nails need colour!" I laughed again but allowed her to coat first one hand and then the other in the same blood red colour as her own. At least, when tonight was over, I could just peel them off again! Once again I admired them with a sense of wonder, amazed at how such a simple change had feminised my hands. "You're right!" She said softly, "Much more feminine...much sexier!" "Sexier? On me?" "Oh yes! I love them!" she admitted. Once dry and inspected properly, by Sophie who smiled her approval, I used my nail-clad hand to pick up my wine glass, draining it quickly and carefully placed it down again. "You're a natural!" she giggled and then our eyes locked again. "I think we're both relaxed enough, don't you?" She smiled. "Y...yes." I stuttered. "Have you ever done this before?" "No... Never." "But it is what you want?" "Oh God yes." Sophie took my hand, smiled lovingly and led me to the bedroom. She closed the curtains, switched on the light and began to undress. Nervously I began to fumble with my own shirt, my new nails creating problems. "Why don't we concentrate on me first?" she asked, "It might help you relax." "Ok." To be honest I was a little relieved. She slipped out of her clothes and began putting on the Basque. I moved in close to help do up the rear and, out of habit, to hide my budding erection. I fumbled with my nails again and my nervousness but finally succeeded. Once fully fastened I ran my hands across her satin encased waist, delighting in the sensation. Sophie began to gather the first stocking and slipped it over her foot. "Now watch closely." She instructed, "I know you've seen me put them on before but I don't know if you paid attention." "I watched...Closely!" I admitted. She expertly clipped them to the hanging suspenders and did the same with the other leg. The satin panties followed and she smoothed them over her small but perfectly shaped rear. The black 3-inch high-heeled shoes followed and she paraded in front of me. "Well?" She asked. "Amazing!" "Sexy enough?" "Perfect!" I breathed. "And the heels? High enough?" "The higher the better...but could you walk in 6 inch heels?" I giggled. "Could you?" Now we both laughed. "Now then...I think it's finally your turn... Don't you?" "Oh yes." "Let's get you out of those clothes then." She indicated my pants. I fumbled with the belt and buttons before slipping them past my knees and stepping out of them. I had second thoughts about standing straight and covered my genitals with my cupped hands, looking embarrassed. Sophie strutted over and gently took my hands. "Let me see." She coaxed gently. "Wow. That's quite impressive. Is it the thought of the Basque and stockings?" "Watching you dress... like that... my fantasy... I'm sorry but I feel close to cuming already." She regarded me closely, one eyebrow raised and then she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. "We can't have that getting in the way, now can we? I need you relaxed and unembarrassed." She took hold of my penis in one hand and began to masturbate it gently. "Do you mind?" She asked cautiously. "N... No." I strained to maintain control. Sophie seemed happy with the joy radiating from my face because she leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Then she sank to her knees and, without further warning, took my stiff cock in her mouth, sucking herself up and down my shaft. A small whimper escaped my lips as I felt the pressure build to climax and I played with the soft hair around her ears and neck. "Oh Sophie! I'm Cumming!" In response, Sophie increased the speed of her sucking motion and as I ejaculated straight into her mouth she drained me until I went limp. She released me from her lips and straightened up till she was eye to eye with me. "I...I..." Sophie stopped me talking by kissing me. Not the gentle, lip to lip kiss of before but a full French kiss. As our tongues met she passed a wad of thick salty saliva into my mouth while maintaining the kiss, her hand on the back of my head locking my mouth to hers. I realised that this was my own sperm, she hadn't swallowed but had saved it all in her mouth. I swallowed rather than gag as the excitement of our first proper kiss, following my first blow-job, over-road any revulsion I may have felt. In fact, what did I know? Maybe this was the usual etiquette following a blow-job. Finally, once both our mouths were free of sperm, Sophie broke the kiss. "Share and share alike Sammie." She licked an errant drop from the corner of my mouth with the tip of her tongue and smiled sexily, "From now on, we share everything!" I nodded dumbly, the feeling of orgasm making me pliant to her suggestions and eager for more. "That was incredible. I've never...well you know...I've never done that before." "It's OK Sammie. Once you're dressed up, I'll do it again...Slowly." She smiled warmly, "I guess that I'm your teacher. Of course, you're going to have to pay attention and trust me." "I trust you Sophie!" I blurted, "I'm such a 'virgin' that I'm going to have to follow you're lead completely. I hope that doesn't put you off." "No Sammie. That's perfect. Do exactly what I ask and we are both going to be so happy." Sophie helped strip me naked and looked me over completely. I was virtually hairless, through choice, as was common amongst ballet dancers and although this wasn't the first time that I had been naked in front of Sophie, I felt a desperate need to please her. "I'd like to wax your legs and bum at some point soon but you'll be fine for tonight. Now...are you ready for you're first lesson?" "Yes Sophie. What is it?" "Lesson one is dressing!" "Dressing?" Sophie smiled and nodded then handed me one of the carrier bags. I took it and reached in, withdrawing something made of black satin. It was a Basque, the twin of the one Sophie was wearing and for a moment I couldn't understand why she had brought two. I looked at her questioningly. "Yes Sammie, It's for you!" there was a pause as realisation hit me. This beautiful Basque was for me to wear. "It's Ok Sammie. We all have fantasies you know. This is going to be sooo perfect." Me in a Basque was Sophie's fantasy? I guess, in a way, it seemed to make sense. I was slightly built and, compared to Greg, effeminate. If she had wanted an overtly masculine lover, she would have stuck with Greg or one of his Jock peers and in all honesty women's clothes, at least dance costumes, were nothing new to me. Maybe seeing me dressed in one of the female costumes had given her the idea. I smiled reassuringly at her as I slipped my arms through the delicate straps and turned around to allow Sophie to do up the rear. My hands traced the tightly fitting satin across my flat stomach as it tightened to my body shape. "Well?" asked Sophie as I turned back to face her. "It's beautiful!" I meant it. "Thank you!" Sophie smiled contentedly and, as she stood in her own Basque and stockings looking so sexy, I wanted so much to please her I asked, "Do you want me in stockings too?" "Oh yes." "Do you have any that I could borrow?" "Borrow? No silly. I've bought you your own!" and she handed me a packet that matched her own. Now tights I was used to, opaque dancers tights, but sliding these delicate black lace toped stockings brought a sexual thrill that I wasn't used to. My long nailed hands were shaking too much to attach them to the hanging suspenders and Sophie had to step in with a giggle to help. Next she handed me a beautiful pair of satin panties and knelt in front of me so that all I had to do was step into them. The feel of the satin as the panties rode over my nylon encased legs began to re-inflate my limp penis. Sophie was careful to tuck it in as she smoothed the material over my rear. "Don't worry," she patted the small bulge of my half erect penis through my girly knickers, "I'll give you another demonstration, like earlier, before the big event." The thought of making love to Sophie, especially as she was dressed, made me tremble with nervous excitement. And being dressed in women's underwear, fulfilling Sophie's fantasy at the same time, just seemed too perfect to be true. "Now for lesson two!" smiled Sophie. "What's lesson two?" Sophie turned around, took a box from another bag, a shoebox, and opened it for my inspection. I stepped closer and there in the box, toe to heel, were a pair of new, black 3-inch high heeled court shoes in shiny patent leather, obviously a match for her own. "Walking! In these." She stated. "Sophie! These are gorgeous but they must have cost a fortune. In fact, buying two of every thing must have..." "I think we're worth it. Don't you? Anyway, I can afford it... or at least Daddy can." I was used to dancing on my toes but as I slipped on the high-heeled shoes and stood straight, my black nylon encased calves stretching, I actually began to feel sexy. I wobbled slightly as I walked up and down but my ankles, strengthened through dance, felt almost at home. I caught sight of myself in Sophie's full-length mirror and admired my sexy feminine shape, well, if not feminine, certainly not masculine. I smoothed the tops of my stockings and satin covered rear as an excuse to touch myself. Watching myself in the mirror was a big turn on and my errant penis popped out over the top of my panties, eager for attention. Masturbating would have come naturally but I fought off the temptation as Sophie came up behind me, put her arms around my slim soft waist, caressing me gently through the silky material. "Is this what you want Sammie?" "Oh God yes!" My eyes almost closed as her hands moved up the bodice section of the Basque but I was so turned on by the view in the mirror that I was glued to the site. "Is it what you want Sophie? I'll do anything you want, to make you happy." "Anything?" "Yes! Anything!" "Body waxing?" She asked already sure of my answer. "Yes." "Electrolysis?" "Yes!" "Wait here a moment, Sammie." My own hands took up the caressing that Sophie's had just left off. She may have been gone seconds or minutes, so wrapped up was I with the sensations that I was experiencing. She returned with two silicon breast forms that she began to slip into the cups of my Basque, asking, "Would you wear these for me... for now?" "Yes darling!" I explored the imperfect feel of my fake breasts. Sophie stepped in front of me, beautiful rear towards me, blocking my view of myself in the mirror. She took my hands and placed them on her waist, guiding them in a gentle caress. I watched over her shoulder as she guided them up her tight bodice and onto her breasts. I felt her tremble at the touch as her nipples hardened against my palms. "How do the real things compare?" she breathed the question. "Much better!" I admitted, my hard penis now pushing against the tight satin of her panties. "I love how they feel. How the react to being touched." "There's nothing like having your breasts played with, your nipples licked and sucked, Sammie. Just wait, you'll see." "This is all new to me, Sophie." "But I can 'feel' that the idea of real breasts turns you on!" she ground backwards against my stiff cock. "Just a couple more things and then I'll give you that demonstration I promised you." Sophie went back to her pile of shopping bags and removed a little black dress. I watched as she slipped it on, the stretch Lycra seeming to flow over her perfect body. The arms, shoulders and neck were in a fine body- stocking like mesh and the hem barely covered her tight little rear. "Wow!" I exclaimed, then rather nervously and a little excitedly added, "You look so beautiful...did you...do I..." I could hardly speak. I wanted so much to wear that dress that all thought of sex slipped from my mind. "Do you see something you like? Something that you maybe want?" I wanted to make love to Sophie, to fuck her slowly and gently but I wanted something else too and not just to full-fill her fantasy. This was fast becoming my fantasy too. "Oh please tell me you brought two of those dresses. Look! I'm shaking at the thought! Did you Sophie?" "Of course I did." She handed me the dress and helped me slip it on. The stretchy Lycra clung to my body and, although my curves couldn't match Sophie's, the femininity of the sexy mini-dress almost made up for it. The mesh covering my arms and shoulders blurred the outline of my fake breasts, giving them a natural look that once again caught my attention in the mirror. Sophie came to stand beside me, mimicking my soft caresses. From the neck down, we were both very sexily dressed and although I'd passed as a girl during ballet, this was the first time I'd dressed sexily as a woman. I liked what I saw, how I felt and how the clothes made me so aware of my body. "Do you think your missing any thing?" She asked? "I miss seeing myself in my underwear but like this... I could almost pass as a woman!" "Almost? I think definitely! Do you like it?" I gazed at myself hungrily before whispering my answer. "Yes... I do! Is that Ok...with you?" "Perfect, Sammie" I looked up at my face and the first pang of disappointment pulled at my stomach. With longer hair I could pass as a rather plane looking woman but dressed as I was, sexy mini-dress covering a beautiful and feminine Basque with lace top stockings and 3-inch high stiletto heeled shoes, I wanted to do more than pass. I wanted to shine. I wanted to be as beautiful, as convincing, as my body was. "It's time for lesson three, I think." "Please let it be make-up!" I whispered, trembling. "Yes it is. But... not dance make up." "No?" "No! Some thing a little... prettier, I think. Some thing more... feminine." "Dressed like this, I think you're right but not too subtle, huh? We should look like we're going out...to a night club or something." "Convincing but sexy?" "I guess so, Sophie. Silly huh?" "No. It's perfect. Come on!" She sat me down at her dressing table and began her work. "Pay attention now, Sammie! Make-up is an art form, if you want to be convincing... and beautiful." Sophie began to apply foundation to my face, blending it in with a soft sponge. "You'll find it harder when you do this for your self, so watch and learn. Dance make-up is great when you're looking at some one far away on a stage but truly feminine make-up needs to look good... close up... and survive the attentions of an eager lover!" The thought of Sophie and I, in the throws of passion, dressed and made up as sexy women, brought images of lesbian lovers to my minds eye. She continued giving her lesson. "The base coat is to even out your skin tone. There! Now we're going to go dusky with the eye-shadow. A blend of purple and dusky grey..." She proceeded to colour my sockets, blending the colours with her finger, "Now a little white to high-light under your eye-brows... and an outline of black kohl, both outside and on the inside of the lower lids... and several layers of mascara." "Is your make-up going to match mine?" "We're going to look like twins by the time I'm finished." She giggled, "Now that must be every mans fantasy, don't you think?" "Probably!" I admitted. Sophie used a soft pencil to add shape to my eyebrows. "We're going to have to pluck and shape your eye-brows to make you more feminine but this will pass for tonight." "Isn't that going to make me look a bit feminine, when I'm dressed as a man?" I worried out loud. Sophie stopped applying my make-up and studied my face. "No. It's going to make you very feminine! Let me finish you first and then you can watch me do my make-up. After that... well... we can talk about what happens next. OK?" After Sophie finished with mine and her own make-up, I just wanted to fuck her, not talk but I felt like I was missing something and nodded my agreement. Sophie picked up a lining pencil and instructed me, "Open your mouth, like this, and keep still. Lip liner helps keep your lipstick from bleeding and adds a sexy touch." I still felt that I was being given a lesson although Sophie obviously enjoyed transforming me herself but for some reason I hung on her every word. I wanted to be able to make myself up, convincingly. If this was her fantasy, I wanted to fulfil it perfectly. She applied my lipstick, a deep blood red to match my long nails, with a delicate brush, advising, "We need to blot between coats, to give a longer lasting finish." "Uhh." I managed. "Shhh. Don't worry, we'll be kiss proof once it's set. Also, this lip tattoo lipstick lasts all night. You'll still be looking pretty tomorrow morning." "Am I staying? Tonight?" I asked between coats. Again, Sophie stopped and looked at me. "Sammie, you're staying for ever!" She smiled a little unsurely, "If you like what happens tonight, I guess." "I'm staying!" I said firmly, "For ever, if that's the offer." "It is! Definitely! Now... just a little blusher to highlight you're cheekbones, shape you're nose and chin and...There! You're done! Don't look for a minute, OK?" I was dying to see my reflection but agreed. Sophie returned with a wig that she fitted to my un-protesting head. I wanted to look finished as much as Sophie wanted it. The blond curls came to my shoulders and Sophie teased it with a brush giving added body. Finally happy, she asked "What do you think?" I took in my reflection in the mirror. I was perfect. Not only would I pass for a woman but I would draw a lot of attention from any hot- blooded male within miles. I was a blond vision of womanhood. My nightclub make-up added a sexy perfection to my image and I stared at myself in amazement. My fake bust jutted out through the figure hugging mesh, my waist restricted by the tight Basque emphasised my hips. My legs seemed incredibly long, starting from the incredibly short hem of my black mini-dress, down to my 3-inch high stiletto heels. I couldn't speak. Even my matching lips and nails added to the illusion of womanhood. "What do you think...Samantha?" "I... I... I'm beautiful! I never imagined..." "Yes you are beautiful. I knew that, with a little help, you could pass as a girl but it's amazing how naturally feminine you are." "Feminine?" "Yes! On the outside...Feminine, beautiful, sexy...very sexy!" " But it's how you want me, right?" "God yes! It's how we both want you! When you said that you were jealous of my dressing in the Basque and stockings today..." lust seemed to fill her eyes and I couldn't correct her. I had been jealous of Sophie dressing for Greg...hadn't I? "I just knew that I had to have you...that we had to have you!" she finished. She wanted me as much as I wanted her...so I let it pass. "Tell me how much sexier you feel dressed like a girl, Samantha!" "Samantha?" It was the second time that she had called me that. "Well, just look at your self! Sam... Sammie... I don't think so! No, it's Samantha, dressed like that." Looking at my feminine image, I found it impossible to argue. "Ok. Samantha. While I'm dressed like this!" I conceded. Sophie smiled as if she had known I'd agree and began to apply her own make-up. I watched, mesmerised as she transformed herself into, virtually, my mirror image. I found myself asking questions on application techniques, searching for additional tips, and Sophie was happy to help although it slowed her down. Finally, she undid her own blond hair and primped it into a fair facsimile of my own wig. "Once my lipsticks set, I'll prove that its kiss proof." She giggled, "We don't want to look a mess after giving oral sex now do we?" The thought of burying my face in Sophie's pussy was both a turn on and a concern; I had no idea what to actually do to give her that kind of pleasure. I admitted my lack of experience. "Sophie, I've never given any one Oral. I don't want to disappoint you!" "Me?" she asked, "You won't disappoint me Samantha. Look, just pay attention to what I do to you, to what feels good and...well... just try to do your own version of that? The rest will come with practice! OK?" This seemed to be a little simplistic but her easy nature put me at ease again. "Ok. I'll pay attention. I promise!" Shortly, we stood side by side, looking in the full-length mirror. We looked like sisters, if not twins and I envied her natural beauty. True, I looked totally convincing but Sophie had the edge on natural curves, bust waist and hips, and my penis was making itself obvious again. Sophie noticed and said, "Hmm. Time for lesson four Samantha!" She knelt in front of me and lifted my mini-dress, just enough to pop my aching penis over the top of my satin panties. I gasped, "Now relax Samantha. Remember, this is instruction as well as pleasure. In a short while, it's going to be your turn and I don't want you letting us down!" "Have you ever made love to another woman?" I asked. Her statement had worried me deeply and my cock softened slightly in her gentle grasp. "No, why?" I thought it was obvious. "Me! Dressed like this! I don't just look like a boy in a dress...I look like a woman. Do you really want the penis?" "Your cock is vital to tonight. To the rest of our lives." She looked at me with concern, "You wouldn't want to...get rid of it or anything, would you?" "No. No. I'm very attached to my penis; I just wanted to know how far you wanted things to go. Bottom line Sophie, what do you want from me? What do you want me to be?" Sophie sighed sadly, popped my limp dick into my pretty knickers, straightened my mini-dress, completing my female exterior and stood up. "On the outside, I want you to look like a woman! Soft, feminine and sexy preferably like this! No jeans and sweatshirt for you! Mini- dresses, mini-skirts, bodices, Basques, stockings, high-heeled shoes and boots, in fact, anything feminine and sexy. Like this!" She indicated my genitals. "With out even a sign of a bulge in your panties to spoil the line of your dress. But underneath, we need a hard, fully functional cock, ready to supply on demand. 100% Woman with an extra 10% man. That 10% being all cock and balls." She paused, "You know Daddy's rich, don't you?" "Yes but..." "Hear me out, Sammie." She had dropped the Samantha and I felt a twinge of loss. I just wanted to remind you that I can bankroll this whole thing." "Bankroll what?" I pouted my confusion. "You look perfect, beautiful, but once we start undressing you, well... we're going to loose some of the fantasy. Except for that gorgeous cock of yours, I want you to look as perfect as you do now, in a bra and panties, or a bikini, or..." She hesitated before finishing, "... top- less!" I wasn't up on prosthetic breasts but I couldn't imagine how that could be achieved. "Sophie," I giggled, "short of breast implants, I can't see any way that..." I stopped as she raised one perfect eyebrow and bit her lower lip, waiting for me to catch on. I did! "...Breast implants?" "Yes... And I'll pay for them. Nothing silly, just big enough to match mine." She took my hands and placed one on her breast and one on my own. You know how much better the real things feel. I can't describe the feeling when you have a lover sucking on your nipples... imagine... us both being able to feel the same thing. A hot, wet mouth on our breasts, an eager tongue ringing our nipples. My moist eager pussy. Your..." "This isn't like having my ears pierced Sophie! If I had surgery for you..." I could hardly believe that I was considering this, "how would I go back to college, to dance, to my life, without people noticing." "You couldn't! Unless you went back as a girl...full time. Samantha, look at your self!" she indicated my reflection, "You look so natural. So much like a woman...and that's just in the right underwear, with a little make up. Imagine what you could look like with a little surgery! No...It would be wrong to go back to being Sam...Ever! Samantha is your perfect persona. Of course, it would be easier to give up college, maybe dance too...but we could see how it goes, this is a life style change I'm offering you. You would be a kept 'woman'! Kept for sex that is. We share everything, clothes, underwear, make-up... sex...everything!" "But..." "You keep your penis. Guaranteed!" "Guaranteed?" "Yes... but I get to feminise the rest of your body, from pierced ears to plucked eye-brows; from electrolysis to botox injections; from a false nails to breast surgery! All at my discretion and my cost!" I looked at my female image, my mind full of possibilities, "It's a one- way trip, Samantha. A feminine transformation!" I couldn't believe how pliable I had become. How willing to give up control of my own life... of my own body but heard myself ask, "I keep my penis?" "Yes!" "And my testicles?" "Yes, you can keep those too. A cock that doesn't ejaculate is no fun at all!" "And we make love? Together?" "We will be the most passionate duo in town." "And no hormones, right?" "Wrong! Hormones will help with feminise you! You'll take as high a dose as possible without affecting your sex drive. I don't want to turn you into a woman... more a...SheMale!" I was still looking at my reflection. I'd been thinking of the term 'Transvestite' but 'SheMale' sounded...right...more descriptive of what I could become...sexier! I was imagining myself with breast. My own breasts! My nipples hardening to the gentle flick of Sophie's tongue. My hips, full and round and feminine in response to the hormone treatment that would precede breast surgery. Could I live like this? What was my honest choice? Back to life as a male nobody? A life of ridicule or a life as a sexually active and provocative SheMale, with a lover like Sophie to fulfil my dreams. "Sophie... I want to be with you." "Under my conditions?" "Yes Sophie! Anything... just let me be with you and I'll do it all. Willingly!" "Thank you Samantha! We are going to be so happy together, I promise!" "I love you Sophie!" She moved in and we kissed passionately, feverishly, until we broke for air. I glanced at her lips, un-smudged by our embrace and then checked my own in the mirror. "Just like a Lady!" giggled Sophie, "We girls like to look perfect." "Yes we do!" I conceded. "This lipstick really is colour-fast." My penis was once again peeking over the top of my panties and bulging, unsightly, through my mini-dress. "Do you think we could give it a more intense test?" Sophie lifted my hem to free my cock and slipped the panties behind my balls. "OK, but we'll test mine first, as you're obviously ready." Sophie knelt once again. "Now pay attention to Lesson four. When the penis has a fore-skin, like yours and Greg's does, gently pull it back to clear the head and just run the tip of your tongue up the slit in, like this." She did as she had described, causing me to moan in pleasure. "Now lick the shaft, for lubrication," again she paused while carrying out the action, "It will help it slide in without smudging you're pretty lips. Then, minding your teeth, take the head in your mouth." The hot wetness of her mouth was heaven, as her tongue tickled the underside of my stiff cock. She slurped noisily as she withdrew he self from the head of my penis. "Now watch closely, copy what feels nicest to you and you won't go wrong. Now, as it's rude to talk with my mouth full, you're just going to have to watch closely!" She took me into her mouth again and proceeded to suck herself up and down the shaft of my cock. She had my full attention, standing as I was in my high heels looking down my womanly front as she performed her gift. The view in the mirror looked so sexy, woman on woman (Woman on Shemale, I corrected), I knew that this was to be my future. I was determined to perform on her with the same passion, when my tern came, but wondered how I was to use any of this experience to 'eat' her out. She rubbed her hands up and down my stocking clad legs, reminding me of their femininity, and one hand slipped into my panties tickling my anus. I came without warning, Sophie's eyes widening in surprise as she gulped my sperm greedily, speeding up the motion of her mouth pumping and sucking out my fluids. As she finally released my now limp penis from her mouth and lovingly placed it back within my satin panties. "You have a very sensitive anus, Samantha. Do you like it when I touch you there?" "I like it when you touch me anywhere!" I admitted. "I couldn't say no if I wanted to!" "But you don't want to say no. Do you?" "No Darling. I want to try everything!" She smiled happily. She checked hair and make-up in the mirror before placing a hot kiss on my lips. The taste of my own cock and sperm still present but this time no sticky wad passed between us. As we broke the kiss, I whispered, "You didn't save me any this time." "No. Did you miss the taste?" "I could taste myself on your tongue. I just thought we shared everything." "Your turn is coming, Samantha. You will get the next load all to your self, I promise!" "I won't have a full load for hours." I giggled as we cuddled, "The way you suck, maybe days!" "I promise you a full share," Sophie glanced at the clock on the wall, "In fact, any minute now." My brow wrinkled in confusion. "Oh oh. We are going to have to get rid of those frown lines 'Girly'!" "Botox?" I asked. "That or a large helping of ecstasy!" She smiled. Suddenly she started, as if hearing something but her only action was to smooth out my mini- dress, stockings and hair. With my deflated penis, I would pass for a girl for ages before it recovered enough to spoil the effect again. Sophie turned to her own reflection, perfecting her make-up and straightening her own clothes and hair to perfection. She took my hand and turned us towards the door. "What...?" "Shhh..." Confusion had my tongue. Panic rose in me as a shape filled the doorway. Greg came in to view, moving slowly, his eyes skipping between us. I felt my legs turn to jelly and my face turn red. I became aware of my feminine clothes and wondered briefly if I could just pass myself off as a friend of Sophie's and make a cowardly escape. Or should I brazen it out, confess my love for her and stand hand in hand with my lover, awaiting Greg's wrath. "Hi Sophie." He broke the silence. "Hi Greg, this is Samantha. We were just making ourselves look lovely for tonight." "Hi Samantha. You look beautiful. You both do." Was Sophie going to try to pass me off as a girl friend? Was Greg violent or dangerous enough to warrant the deceit? "Hi Greg," I cooed in the softest voice I could manage, trying to sound like the girl I appeared to be. "I've heard so much about you." "Isn't she perfect?" Sophie moved in and placed her hand around my waist, pulling me close and as Greg watched, she kissed me gently on the cheek. I turned to face her, more than a little surprised and she kissed me again on the lips. Unbelievably, considering Greg's presence, I responded, taking her lead, and we smooched like the lovers we were. Finally we broke and gazed into each other's eyes and in unison turned to look at Greg. I expected confusion, anger, disgust but his face was a picture of amazement and... delight!" "Christ. That turns me on!" He walked towards us, causing my knees to tremble, and stood in front of us, his eyes taking in both of us equally. "Samantha has agreed to live with me." Cooed Sophie. "With you?" asked Greg. "Yes." I trembled, supporting her statement. "Well," she corrected, "With 'us' then!" US??!! My mind went blank. I couldn't understand what Sophie was saying. "Excellent!" He grinned. Then a small frown creased his forehead. "Is She... I mean... are you... do you... are you a... a...?" he stuttered. "What?" I whispered. "Samantha is every thing we discussed. Every inch your fantasy 'girl'. Well... She will be after a few little improvements and She's agreed to them all." Sophie moved around me, coming to rest behind me she lifted my hands until my arms formed a 'T'. Her arms crept along the fine stocking like mesh covering my arms and cupped my fake breasts in gentle hands. "Relax Darling!" she whispered in my ear, kissing my ear lobe and nibbling my neck. I was transfixed with shock, confusion and fear. "What do you think?" "I think she's perfect!" He looked at my face and added, concerned, "but she looks terrified." He reached forward and gently took my out stretched arms, I hadn't moved since Sophie put my arms out, and holding my hands, said, "It's Ok Samantha! Relax! I'll be so gentle with you; you'll feel nothing but pleasure. I promise!" "Samantha is a virgin. Totally! She's never had sex with anyone, male or female... well except the little lesson in oral I gave her." Added Sophie, as an explanation. "Perhaps she needs to be shown how much you want her... for what she is." "Hmmm. A little oral, huh?" he asked. "No! I can't... I...I..." I stuttered in fear. "No." he said. "I don't think you can... Yet. But..." he dropped to his knees before me and, releasing my hands, caressed my nylon covered legs with his big strong hands. "Just see how it feels." Whispered Sophie. Greg lifted the hem of my mini-dress, exposing my satin panties and planted a soft kiss on the sexy material. I jumped! Having a man touch me... Sexually... and being so close to my cock was alien and scary. "Relax Baby. Just enjoy the sensation. This is the first step in our new life together." Cooed Sophie. Having Sophie behind me... holding me... supporting me... offering me for Greg's attention while whispering encouragement in my ear and adding to my confusion and uncertainty by her sexy kisses and fondling of my feminine body. I just couldn't break the spell! Greg peeled down the front of my panties until my limp cock was exposed. He glanced up at Sophie, who nodded her encouragement. "Show her how much you want her. How much you love her!" Greg looked at me and said, "You look beautiful as a girl... but Sophie has a pussy! This is what I want from you!" and with that he took my limp cock fully into his mouth and began to gently suck. At first the fear that he might just bite it off blocked the sensation but shortly, of its own accord, my penis began to re-inflate and the waves of pleasure kicked in. "Please..." I whimpered. Sophie pulled my face around to hers and initiated a smoochy French kiss and, with one hand, caressed the crack between my butt cheeks with a gentle but firm pressure, massaging my anus through the satin panties. I was caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea. If I pulled back from Greg, my butt cheeks flared, allowing Sophie more intimate contact with my tingling anus. If I clenched my buttocks together, it had the effect of offering my now erect cock for more of Greg's attention. My mind began to fuzz over with the sensation, until, it was no longer which sensation to avoid but which one I wanted more! "Oh God! Please... don't stop!" I begged on breaking our kiss. "Who? Me or Greg?" She asked "Both of you! Oh Greg, that feels so good." Having cum twice, Greg was really having to work for my release but I could feel the pressure rising. "Oh... Oh...Oh... Greg! I'm cuming!" I felt Greg stiffen as he debated with himself as to what he should do. "Keep going Darling!" encouraged Sophie, "Remember... It's your turn next!" Greg resumed his sucking, with increased vigour, until I exploded in his mouth. Without breaking rhythm, he swallowed whatever small amount of fluid that I produced. Sophie's double session must have almost drained me but it was still something of a triumph for Greg. He continued to suck until I was limp enough to be popped back into my satin panties, his strong hands guiding my manhood out of sight and then he stood up. "Well done Greg. Now...Samantha... wasn't that nice?" "Yes." I managed quietly. To have been the object of their combined sexual attention was a new experience for me. To be wanted...needed...so much... "Well, say thank you!" "Thank you!" I whispered in a trembling voice. Greg smiled and answered, "My pleasure Samantha." He took my face in his hands and kissed me, softly, on the lips. I felt strange as our lips met, his were far rougher than either Sophie's, or mine and his tongue entered my mouth. I could still taste my own penis, taste my own sperm, as we kissed and I found it reassuringly familiar. I found myself kissing him as much as he was kissing me and the additional sensation of Sophie nibbling on my neck was delightful. Greg broke the kiss, leaving me trembling, and smiled contentedly at Sophie and I. Sophie stopped nuzzling my neck and ear and asked; "How was that Greg?" "A fantasy cum true! I don't think you left me much Sophie. It was Ok... salty... nice. I was worried at first but I'm glad I did it!" "Would you do it again?" She asked. Greg looked at me and said, "I would if Samantha wanted me to! Would you like me to do it again?" I could hardly believe he was asking me. I felt myself flush red as the idea passed through my mind. "Yes... I... would like you to do it again. It was...very nice." "Good." Broke in Sophie, "but I think it's time to give a little back. Don't you?" "But I've never done that before to..." my voice trailed off. Obviously, neither had Greg but he had done it to me! "It's time to see how much attention you were paying to my lesson Samantha." Placing both of her hands on my shoulders she guided me gently to my knees. I didn't feel forced, exactly, but I was definitely in a corner. How could I back out? If they kicked me out into the street, I knew that I would pass so easily for a woman that I wouldn't attract too much attention. Or maybe I would. I knew I looked damned sexy. Kneeling at Greg's feet, I looked up with frightened rabbit eyes. My mascara and eyeliner giving me a wide-eyed look of girlish panic. "What if I can't... do this?" I asked quietly. "Oh Samantha..." Started Sophie but Greg stopped her, "Let me, Sophie." He broke in, "If you don't want to... or can't... then you can go now. No pressure; I'm not going to force you but..." He dropped to his knees and placed both hands on my tight waist, pulling us together. I felt the bulge of his cock pushing, through his trousers, against my own groin. "I would be very disappointed. Samantha, I want you! With all my heart..." he ground his bulge against me again, "and my body!" "It will probably finish us too." Added Sophie as she knelt next to me, "This was the answer to all our fantasies, mine as well as Greg's, the only way I could have you both." She eased one hand under the hem of my mini-dress and, once again caressed my anus through the satin panties. "You loved it when I sucked your cock! It made me happy just to satisfy you. When Greg sucked your cock it was the same! You loved it. Greg enjoyed pleasuring you. And I loved watching you both, knowing that you were both having fun." She nibbled on my neck before asking, "Won't you do it to make me happy again?" Her kissing and Greg's grinding made up my mind for me. I pulled Greg in closer and pushed back against his bulging pants with my own pelvis. I felt a need I didn't understand; I wanted him! I wanted to have his cock inside me and swallow his hot fluids. I initiated a lingering, lovers, kiss and when we broke I said, "I want to make you both happy, if you'll let me." Greg nodded and smiled, "Well? Lie back darling." Greg lay back, swinging his legs around and sat placidly as I wrestled off his pants, aided by Sophie. Off came his boxers and I felt a moments panic as his 9-inch cock sprang to attention, relieved of its restraint. "Gorgeous, isn't it?" marvelled Sophie in a whisper, "And it's all ours, to share." Sophie reached for my hand and wrapped it around Greg's penis. "Don't be shy Samantha." She bent down and lubricated the head oh his cock with her tongue, before moving back to allow me full access. I dipped my head and touched the head with my lips...a nervous little kiss... and then, getting braver, with the tip of my own tongue. A small drop of clear fluid appeared at the eye of his penis. I licked up this pre-cum taster with the tip of my tongue, marvelling at its clear salty taste. This simple act removed any doubt about what was to come next. Or what was to 'Cum' next. Licking my lips, I placed them around his swollen glans. Greg closed his eyes in pleasure as I began my clumsy sucking. His cock was hot and meaty tasting, mingling with the perfumed taste of my own lipstick and, following Sophie's earlier instruction, I sucked it's slippery length into my mouth before pulling back my head. My lips maintaining a tight lovers grip on his rock hard shaft. The realisation that I was giving another man oral sex... A Blow Job... dawned on me but, with Sophie gently rubbing my anus through my tight satin panties, I accepted the fact with a shudder of pleasure. "Teeth!" Gasped Greg in a horse whisper. I'd scraped the delicate head of his penis with my front teeth. I tried to say sorry, but with a mouth full of cock, I just mumbled. "Shh..." broke in Sophie gently, "Girls shouldn't talk with their mouths full!" I wasn't a girl and I didn't want to be one...well not exactly...but...I didn't mind being called one...I loved being dressed like a sexy woman... I loved the sexual attention I was receiving and giving. Being able to dress as I was, all the time, having a woman's looks, body, breasts and my own cock and balls had an appeal I couldn't deny. It all felt so natural. And with my hungry mouth around his hot pole, I was obviously a natural cock-sucker. Sophie took up position behind me, hands on my wasp waist, grinding her feminine mound against my pert rear in time to my sucking of Greg's Cock. 'Doggie-Style', my mind told me and I began to wonder...to imagine...to fantasize...to push backwards... to... Suddenly Greg Stiffened. "Oh Samantha... baby..." His cock became even stiffer as he neared release but I managed to increase my pistoning motion, lost in the act, until he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed, at first by reflex, as pulse after pulse of thick hot salty cum pumped from his swollen penis into my mouth. I recalled the taste of my own sperm, passed directly from Sophie's mouth during that kiss following my own first blow-job. I was glad that the taste and texture wasn't a surprise, so that I could perform like a pro, but I was amazed by the shear quantity. I slurped and sucked until Greg's cock began to soften in my mouth. With a last suck and more than a little regret, I popped his deflated manhood back into his boxers. I had to be careful, as my inch long blood red nails came with their own risk. My long nails added a finishing touch of femininity and I silently thanked Sophie for her attention to detail. I turned to Sophie in triumph, glowing with satisfaction and she kissed me gently on the lips, using her tongue to lick an errant dribble of Greg's cum from the corner of my mouth. Next, Greg pulled me to him for a passionate smooch, he must have been able to taste himself in the kiss but his tongue eagerly explored my mouth. "That was sooo hot! I think it's time that you both paid me some attention! Don't you?" Asked Sophie. Greg reluctantly released me and admitted, "Samantha has sucked me dry, for now at least!" His big strong hand caressed my completely limp dick, tucked invisibly into my satin panties and added, "And our little Lady here isn't quite up to it yet either." "Then you can teach Samantha how to 'go down' on a Lady!" "My pleasure, my Lady!" He bowed gracefully then took my hand and Sophie's and led us into Sophie's Bedroom. Our bedroom, now, I guessed. Sophie stripped off her figure hugging dress but kept on her high heels before making herself comfortable on the Large Queen Size bed. She allowed Greg to gently remove her satin panties before she parted her legs, exposing her neat little muff for the first time tonight. I was trembling, again, at the thought of returning some of the pleasure she had given me. I was powerless to resist as Greg helped me out of my dress and slowly slid my satin panties down my stocking clad legs. The feeling of satin on nylon was deliciously cool and sensual. I briefly envied Sophie's genital neatness as my limp cock and balls hung exposed. Greg showed me how to pleasure Sophie, giving me tips and pointers and practical demonstrations. I licked and nuzzled her mound before playing my tongue around her swollen clitoris. She gasped and shuddered at my touch but I truly had to work hard to bring her to orgasm with my lips and tongue. Again the perfumed taste of my lipstick mixed with her natural muskiness, added to the thrill. As she screamed her pleasure and I glowed with pride, I couldn't help thinking, how much easier it was to suck Greg off than to bring a woman to orgasm. The back of my tongue ached and I caught myself worrying about my make-up. Still the satisfaction of pleasuring Sophie more than made up for the extra effort. Sophie was still hot and eager for more and as I was still as limp as a lettuce, Greg put his wonderful length of meat to good use. Watching up close as his penis easily slid into her well-lubricated tunnel, I was both jealous and fascinated at the perfection of their unity. For all his size and strength, Greg was a gentle and thoughtful lover, bringing Sophie to climax twice before he released his own load deep inside her. As he removed himself from Sophie's love chute, his proud cock still fairly stiff, was glistening with their freshly mingled fluids. I couldn't help myself! As Greg lay back, I wrapped my pretty lips once more around his member and sucked it clean as it slowly deflated. Greg sighed with pleasure and I wondered how long it would be, before he recovered enough to feed my new found craving for a mouth full of cock. Sophie's eyes were almost closed but she almost glowed in the after effects of her orgasm. I looked at her pussy, swollen and glistening after their session and eyed up the trickle of sperm beginning to leak back out. I moved in and lapped at it gently with the tip of my tongue. "Oh yes!" she gasped opening her knees wide for easy access, "Please, Samantha, keep going!" Once again I performed my new found cunnilingus skills, licking up every drop of cum I could reach with my tongue before finally moving on to Sophie's swollen clitoris and bringing her to a shuddering climax. I wished that my own cock would inflate in order to take up where Greg had left off but it remained quiescent. We moved into each other's arms and cuddled each other to sleep. I became aware again, of our positions as I felt Greg take up a Spoon position behind me and his hand came over me and began to gently massage my fake titties. He was still asleep but his wandering hand brought me to full wakefulness. At that moment, more than any other, I knew that I wanted real breast. I desperately wanted the surgery that would fill his hand, and mouth, with real breasts and hard sensitive nipples. I wanted a pair, to match Sophie's, that would bulge sexily from my push up bras and give me a feminine cleavage. I wanted TITS! My penis was finally expressing my excitement as I fantasized about a womanly figure. I caressed Sophie's love mound and easily slipped a finger into her silky chute, taking extra care not to scratch her with my long red nails. I used her natural moistness to lubricate my fingers and gently massaged her clitoris. I was delighted to feel it achieve its own mini erection at my touch. Sophie, aroused as she was, reached down and took a firm hold of my penis, almost pulling me into position between her legs. As she guided my erect cock into her moist pussy I could have died at the ecstasy of the moment. It was like a blowjob but softer and hotter and naturally perfect. Our hands were all over each other as we kissed passionately and I dreaded to think about our makeup, as I tasted the mingled perfume of our lipstick. I played my tongue around her nipples poking out over the push up cups of her Basque. The feel of the nylon stockings still encasing our legs and the restrictive delight of our tight satin Basques drove me to my limit and I whimpered as I came inside her. The burning hot fluids of my own ejaculation spreading around my cock as it pulsed repeatedly inside her. I felt that I'd let her down, cuming so quickly, but as I began to apologise, Sophie silenced me with a kiss. "For your first time, that was very nice, Baby." "But you didn't..." "Shhh. You made me cum earlier, didn't you?" "Yes." "Well...for now...just finish the job in the same way." I smiled my acceptance and lowered myself to her hot slippery pussy and began to lap up my own fluids, once again pleasuring Sophie with my lips and tongue. A slight movement caused me to glance at Greg. He was lying on his side, wide-awake with his head propped on one hand. "Keep going, Girls! I love to watch too!" I bent back to Sophie's love chute and with a certain theatrical flair, brought her to climax once more. I loved the way that Sophie was just so ready to cum and cum again. Multiple female orgasms were defiantly superior to the male kind. Greg lifted himself off the bed and went to a draw while I busied myself once more on Sophie's love mound. I felt him return but instead of lying next to us he stayed behind me. I jumped slightly as his hand tickled my butt cheek but, as I was on my knees licking out my lover with my buttocks raised for attention, I couldn't have easily avoid his touch. If I'd wanted to! He continued his caress, moving closer and closer to my anus, which tingled with an eager expectancy. As his fingers finally made contact with my puckered hole, I gasped, causing Sophie to raise her head to see what was going on. Reading the situation, Sophie gently reached for my head and positioned it back over her moist hole. "Gently Greg!" She commanded and for a moment Greg withdrew his touch. I felt a pang of regret at the loss of his touch. "Put plenty on!" she commanded again. Thankfully Greg resumed his caress and so glad was I that I even pushed my rear back at him, eager for more. It felt different this time...softer...wetter?...almost as if... "Ohhhh!" I gasped into Sophie's pussy as Greg eased one well-lubricated finger into my tight anus and remained motionless. I was overwhelmed by the sensation...by the feeling of such intimate contact...but...it felt good. As Greg felt me relax, h