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Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 15, Heading South) This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback. Enjoy! ********************************************************************* This story is currently twenty-six chapters long. The author suggests reading previous chapters before proceeding. Chapter Fifteen - Heading South The next morning, we awoke to the sun shining through the sheer curtains covering the tall windows in Regina Rae's bedroom. A mass of nakedness, we were intertwined with each other. We looked awful. We'd been creamed upon over and over by each other the night before and had fallen asleep without cleaning up. I snuggled close to Debbie, who held Carla tightly. Regina Rae embraced Candy in her arms. Soft moans and sighs escaped our lips as we slowly woke to face the day. Suddenly, Regina Rae sprang to life, exclaiming, "My God! Look at the time girls! We have to be at the airport in two hours! We better get moving!" We jumped into action immediately. Five naked bodies scrambled out of bed and, in a frenzied panic, ran in every which direction. Taking showers and getting primped to go out would normally take some time. We didn't have much. Luckily, everyone had packed in advance. Personally, I had done nothing to prepare for the trip. My wardrobe had been selected and packed by Regina Rae. What else was new? All I had to do was to dress in the outfit she'd selected for me. Once we hit the floor, like a bunch of sorority sisters trying to get ready for a frat party at the same time, we ran in different directions to take showers. Regina Rae and Carla went into Regina Rae's bathroom, Debbie and I went down the hall to the guest bath, and Candy went downstairs to her maid's chamber. At moments like these, I felt a little bit sorry for Candy. She always seemed to become separated from the rest of us when she wasn't in bed with us. But she seemed to accept her servitude position without question, so who was I to interfere? Still, I wished that she could be treated more as one of the girls, rather than simply as our maid and sex slut. I suppose it was because she and I had our 'special' qualities that I felt a certain kinship with her. I was happy for her that she was going on vacation with us. I hoped that she wouldn't be along simply as a servant. Debbie and I showered together. We washed each other. Though time was short, she lingered while washing my breasts. She appeared to be completely infatuated with them. It was obvious to me that my having boobs excited her. She smiled sweetly at me as she made my nipples hard and erect. "I love the new you so much honey," she said pensively. "Are you happy with the changes you've gone through?" I paused a moment, reflecting on everything that had happened. The questions that dogged me last night, as I lay awake in bed, flashed through my mind. Still, no answers were forthcoming. Frankly, though clearly true, I couldn't believe that I had a huge set of boobs that I loved, or that I got so turned on by sucking cocks. I still had a lot to learn about the new me. But to answer her question, I was pretty sure that I knew the answer. "Yes," I replied, "I do like the new me." I continued, "I wasn't sure for a while. I was afraid that I would have to sacrifice my career. But it seems now that Regina Rae has managed to take care of that issue for me. And our new sexual adventures have been amazing. So, on balance, I'd have to say that becoming Lee Anne has been a good thing. I'm glad you are happy with me. I hope it stays that way," I said skeptically. "What do you mean?" she asked, concern in her eyes. "Oh, I don't know," I began, "I just hope you won't reach a point where you tire of being married to a man who looks like a woman. You know? What if you desire to be with a man who looks like a man?" "Oh," she nodded in an understanding way, "I wouldn't worry about that dear. I love you and will always want to be married to you. As for other men, well... let's not worry about that for now. Okay?" 'Okay?' I thought. 'What does she mean by that?' Why leave the question of other men in her life hanging in the air like that? Did she want to be with other men? Is that what she was saying? It was one thing to be playing her girlfriend, if that was what she wanted. But, other men? Though concerned at her last comment, I reluctantly said, "I guess so." "You guess so?" she challenged me. "Are you saying it's okay for you to be with other men, but not me?" I stammered, confused at the turn in our conversation, "Er... no... I mean... I don't know. I never thought of it like that." "Well!" she exclaimed. "Maybe you should. But no need to worry now sweetie," she said soothingly. "I love you, and that's really all you need to know. Right?" Still not feeling good about her position on the subject, I answered, "I suppose." So much of what had happened lately just kind of either snuck up or steam rolled past me. Debbie wasn't going to give me a full assurance right then no matter what I said. So, as I had done with so many issues and situations in my life lately, I let it slide. But the suggestion that she'd take other men hung heavy in my heart. We finished washing each other and then shaved our legs. Exiting the shower, we dried off and began getting dressed. Regina Rae had selected everyone's outfit for the trip. Comfortable, but sexy, were the key elements to our attire. Debbie wore a pair of very tight - and very short - Daisy Duke jean shorts. To make sure there were no panty lines she wore a light blue lace thong that barely covered her thick bush. Her pubes poked out of the sides, creating a nasty, erotic look. She wore a matching lace push-up bra and a sexy sheer white top that tied in a knot just above her belly button. Her light blue bra was visible through the thin, white material. She wore comfortable white sandals with two-inch heels. Her hair was pulled into two ponytails at either side of her head and she looked extremely carefree, cute, and sexy. I loved the outfit selected for me to wear - white nylon French-cut panties with lace inserts on either side, a white lace full-cup bullet bra that formed my boobs into firm points jutting out from my chest. My DD's looked like huge torpedoes. I wore a tight, pink jersey pullover top with cap sleeves. The top came to just above the waistline of a black, pleated flirty skirt that was just long enough to cover my panties. As I wore no stockings, I was glad that I'd shaved my legs. I also wore sandals, although mine were black flats, which made for more comfortable walking. Regina Rae had selected a long, black, human hair wig, which draped down over my shoulders, for me to wear. I loved feeling hair hanging down my back. Once we were dressed, we went downstairs to grab a quick bite to eat. Candy was already dressed. She looked sooo adorable, and yet, hot. She wore a candy striped halter dress that fell to just below her butt. Her hair was pulled up into a barrette with a red bow attached. She wore white tennis shoes with short white anklet socks fringed in red. She was scrumptious looking. A pot of coffee was waiting for us when we entered the kitchen. She caught me staring at her, and asked, "Do you like my dress Ms. Montgomery?" I replied with an emphatic, "Absolutely! You look awesome Candy!" "Thank you," she responded proudly. "Would you and Mrs. Montgomery like some coffee?" Debbie answered for both of us, "Yes Candy. That would be nice. But, would you mind calling me Debbie for the rest of the trip?" "Thank you ma'am," Candy replied. "I'd be happy to if Miss Regina Rae doesn't mind. I'm fixing our coffee in carry-out cups so we can take them with us. We'll actually have breakfast on the plane." "Sounds wonderful," Debbie said. Just then Regina Rae and Carla came down the steps. We turned in their direction as they entered the room. What an amazing couple they made! Regina Rae was wearing a short, tight, black mini-skirt and a black leather corset top with full breast coverage and wide shoulder straps. She had on black ankle high boots and her black hair was pulled back tight at her forehead, pulled into a ponytail high at the back of her head. Tons of bangle bracelets adorned each wrist. She looked like a super hot biker chick. Carla was dressed in animal skin as well. However, she wore a short snake-skin skirt and ostrich skin cowgirl boots. Her top was made of white, see-through lace, under which you could clearly see her huge breasts, pushed up full by a black lace push-up bra. She wore a black bandolero style leather jacket. Her blonde hair was combed out full and wavy, hanging flowingly down her back. She looked ultra feminine and yet, somehow... dominant. Together, they made a very intriguing couple. I lusted for each of them. I suspected Debbie and Candy did as well. We were all caught with our tongues tied. Regina Rae and Carla stood before us, smirking knowingly. They realized that wherever we went today, the focus of attention would most certainly be upon the two of them. "My, my girls. Don't the three of you look just adorable," Regina Rae exclaimed. "Are we ready to leave?" In unison we all answered, "Yes Mistress! We're ready." We all started giggling. Though still unaware of where we were going, I had a feeling that we were going to have fun. The only thing Regina Rae would tell me was that we were going to an island and that we'd be gone for a few weeks. A black stretch limousine was waiting in the driveway. The driver, dressed in black, was standing by the open rear door, ready to assist us our entry. Excitedly, we settled in the back, and sipped our coffee as the car pulled away from Regina Rae's property. We had exactly thirty minutes to get to the airport. I commented that I hoped we wouldn't miss our flight since we were cutting it so close. Regina Rae confidently and calmly assured us that we would be fine - everything was taken care of. I felt like our vacation had already begun. We had no responsibilities beyond getting dressed and getting into the car. Our luggage had already been loaded. We chatted and giggled as our driver navigated traffic. Before we knew it, we were entering the airport. I immediately noticed that we weren't going to the departure gates for commercial airlines. I had speculated as to why Regina Rae seemed unconcerned about us missing our flight. My guess turned out to be accurate. Within minutes, we were driving onto the tarmac of the private jet terminal. Our limo stopped right next to a beautiful Gulfstream 5 jet. I read the jet's numerals (MI5145) on the tail wing and realized that we were about to embark on Regina Rae's father's private jet. Our chauffeur opened our doors and assisted us out of the limo. Meanwhile, attendants were already unloading our luggage and loading it onboard the plane. Debbie and I just looked at each other and grinned, each thinking, 'When is this roller coaster ride going to end?' As we reached the top of the steps and entered the passenger cabin, all of us, except possibly Regina Rae and Candy, who had apparently flown on the plane previously, were wide-eyed at the opulence revealed inside. The strong aroma of new leather hit us in the face as soon as we entered. The passenger area of the plane was set up like a giant living room. There were tables for dining, couches to relax on, as well as a section of seats designed for takeoff and landing. All of the lighting fixtures and handles to everything were gold-plated. There was a bar and a kitchen galley that were, no doubt, fully stocked. Dark burl wood trim was everywhere. It rivaled any luxury hotel. The co-pilot, a cute, young blonde hunk, dressed in full flight uniform, greeted us. His name was Tim. Our stewardess was named Kim. She was, in a word, hot. A pretty, Asian girl, I estimated that she was in her early twenties. She was quite short - slightly over five feet tall. Her shoulder length black hair was shiny and trimmed straight with bangs. She wore a cute black shift that fell at the tops of her thighs. She also wore a tight white T-shirt with a scoop neckline that revealed a voluptuous pair of boobs. Though I doubted they were bigger than B-Cup, on her tiny body, they appeared very large. Our co-pilot welcomed us and explained that we should settle in to our seats, as we would be taking off momentarily. He then departed for the cockpit. Kim greeted Regina Rae as Miss Morris and then said hello to Candy. Regina Rae introduced everyone else and we all said hi. Kim ushered us to our seats and showed us how to connect our seatbelts. She then asked if anyone wanted anything to drink before takeoff. Regina Rae ordered for all of us. "Champagne cocktails for everyone Kim. Thank you." As Kim walked to the bar, we all gawked at her. She had a sexiness about her that apparently had each of us lusting for her. Regina Rae smiled at us and winked, as if to say, 'Nice! Huh?' I was in a complete daze. I asked Regina Rae, "Do I get to know where we're going yet?" "Be patient hon," she answered. "You'll know when we get there and not a minute before. For now, just enjoy the flight." "Okay," I said impatiently. "But my curiosity is killing me." Kim returned with our champagne cocktails and served us. She then indicated that she had to take her seat for takeoff. "As soon as we are in the air, I will serve breakfast," she advised as she took a seat near the front of the cabin. Regina Rae held up her champagne glass and said, "Cheers! To a wonderful girls' vacation!" Responding, we clinked our glasses and replied, "Cheers!" each taking a big gulp of the delicious cocktail. The jet began taxiing and was soon in position for takeoff. In a few short minutes, the jet accelerated, thrusting us into our seat backs. Before I knew it, we were off the ground and soaring toward our destination, wherever that might be. Not too long after takeoff, Kim left her seat and went into the galley, where she prepared our breakfast. When the seatbelt light went off, we moved from our seats to a sitting area framed by three leather-covered love-seats. I sat next to Debbie. Across from us sat Regina Rae and Carla. Candy sat alone on the adjacent couch. Breakfast was simple, but excellent. We were served a tray of fresh fruit and muffins, and coffee and tea, if we wanted it. None of us traded in our champagne cocktails however. Regina Rae ordered another round for each of us. By the time we were halfway through the second cocktail we were feeling loose. We were laughing and giggling with each other, really getting into our vacation. Carla, Debbie and I were enthralled at the private jet. Wherever we were going, I was looking forward to the time away from work. Under the circumstances, I was mostly enjoying my new sexual orientation. Despite the many unanswered questions swirling around in my head, things were falling somewhat into place for me. I hadn't lost my partnership in my law firm after all. Debbie seemed happier than ever. And I was going to a place where no one knew me. I looked forward to not having to worry about who might recognize the old Lee Montgomery. As I looked across at Regina Rae and Carla, I was able to see up their mini-skirts. Neither was wearing panties. Big surprise! As I gazed at their hairy muffs, my clitty grew erect. Casting a sideward glance toward Debbie, she appeared to be looking at the same thing. Something that had been driving me crazy for some time was just how Regina Rae had gotten hooked up with Candy. I wondered what events led to Candy's transformation. In truth, I wanted to know whether hers was anything like mine. My curiosity was killing me. I didn't know how long our flight would last, but figured now was as good a time as any to try to find out. Plus, I really did want to know Candy better. Turning to Candy, I asked casually, "So, Candy, just how did you meet our beautiful benefactress?" Candy seemed hesitant to answer my question. Surprise, surprise! Regina Rae spoke for her. "Candy and I met in college, freshman year, in English Lit class. Let's just say there was an immediate attraction," she giggled. Addressing Candy, she asked, "Should we tell your story sweetie?" Candy demurred. "Whatever you decide Mistress." "Right," Regina Rae emphatically agreed. "Whatever I decide. Well, it is a wonderful story. And we do have some free time to kill. Why not? I'll begin, and you can add details as you think necessary. Alright?" "Yes ma'am." "Sit back and relax girls. This is a long story - if I tell it right," she began. "Kim," she called. "Make sure you keep the champagne cocktails coming dear. Okay?" "Yes Miss Morris," Kim responded. "As all of you know," she began, "I was fairly popular in college." We all laughed at the understatement. "I tried out for cheerleading during the summer and made the squad as a freshman, so I was into the UCLA social scene right away. I rushed Phi Gamma sorority within my first week, and, of course, I was accepted. I hadn't hooked up with Chad just yet, although I definitely had my eye on him. I was casually dating other boys and generally having a great time. Candy sat next to me in my English Lit class. Only, her name wasn't Candy then. His name was Cantrell Kaine." Debbie giggled when she heard Candy's male name. "That's right," Regina Rae laughed. "Candy Kaine." We all laughed at the origin of Candy's name. Candy blushed. "Anyway," she continued, glaring at Debbie in faux irritation for interrupting, "Cantrell, like you Lee Anne, was not a big guy. He had long hair and fair skin, as Candy still has. But, he was really nice and we always chatted before class. It was obvious that he had a crush on me. Although he wasn't part of my social scene, he was sweet, and I enjoyed his attention before class. As we got to know each other better, I learned that, unlike mine, his family was not wealthy. He had to work to pay his way through school. From time to time, I would catch Cantrell sneaking a peek at my legs or trying to look up my skirt. Obviously, I was not sexually attracted to him, but I did enjoy the thrill of the game being played." "One day I was feeling charitable, and decided to throw him a little bone. I invited him to my sorority house for dinner. The girls of Phi Gamma ate family style every weekday evening. It was mandatory. From time to time, girls would have guests. When we had boys to dinner we would try our best to embarrass them by talking girl talk and teasing them. Most boys acted like they were embarrassed, but we knew they really loved the attention." "Before dinner, I told everyone about Cantrell and how he was always trying to sneak a peek at my snatch. We agreed that everyone would wear short and sexy skirts or dresses to dinner the night Cantrell dined with us. We did our best to tease him, talking about fashion, makeup, and boys, but he didn't really seem to be bothered. In fact, he appeared very comfortable with our chatter. I think he had fun. Is that right Candy?" she sought confirmation. "Absolutely! I was thrilled to just be near you Mistress. And I loved the attention of the other girls," Candy replied. "Right. I thought so," Regina Rae observed knowingly. "Anyway, we ended up having a fun dinner and we let Cantrell hang with us late into the evening. I was beginning to wonder if Cantrell was ever going to go home. Most of the girls finally excused themselves to either go to bed or study. I informed him that I needed to go to bed as well. One of my sisters, Missy, volunteered to walk Cantrell to the door. By then, the other girls had left our sitting room. Soooo, I said goodnight to Cantrell and went upstairs to bed, leaving Missy to let Cantrell out. Welllll, that isn't exactly what happened. Apparently, Missy was taking a liking to Cantrell. She walked him to the door, but she didn't send him home right away. Once alone with him, she seduced him, inviting him to sneak into her room. Being a guy, he didn't need to be asked twice. He may have had a crush on me, but Missy was a very pretty and sexy girl." "The next morning at breakfast, Missy was grinning from ear to ear. Someone asked what she was so happy about and she started giggling uncontrollably. She said, 'You won't believe it if I tell you.' Now, that only made us more insistent. We all kept urging her to let us in on the joke. Finally, she relented. 'Remember our dinner guest last night?' she asked. 'Welll... I didn't send him directly home,' she started giggling again. I jumped on her at that point. 'What did you do to that boy Missy?' I demanded. She couldn't stop giggling. When she finally gained control of herself, she continued, 'It isn't really what I did to him. It's more what he did to me.' I remember becoming extremely impatient with Missy. 'Missy,' I snapped. 'Tell us what happened, and tell us right now damn it!' She replied testily, 'Okay! Okay! Don't wet your panties!'" "Missy went on to describe her night with Cantrell. In vivid detail. First off, she pointed out that she now had irrefutable proof that the size of the organ was not necessarily proportionate to the size of the man. In other words, Cantrell, it seemed, was quite well endowed, as each of you know firsthand. But more important, he apparently was quite adept at using it. And that wasn't even the best part. The best part, as Missy described it, was his tongue. She apologized that she was unable to give us the precise number of orgasms Cantrell had provided her. Apparently, after the first hour that he ate her pussy, she lost track. The other sisters and I were aghast that such pleasure had been provided by this small, fair- skinned little freshman who had been so easy to tease. Anybody want to guess what happened?" "What?" we asked in unison, anxious for Candy's amazing story to continue. "Wellll... let's just say that Cantrell became a regular dinner guest. We held a lottery whereby each of us would take a turn with him on a rotating schedule. Needless to say, each of us was equally pleased with his talents. I became a bit of a heroine in the house for introducing him. Unfortunately for Cantrell, although we thoroughly enjoyed his talent for pleasuring us, he was still not a desirable guy to claim as a boyfriend on campus. He understood that, but wasn't complaining because he was having sex with the most desirable girls on campus." "Sounds about right so far Candy?" she teased. "Yes ma'am," Candy blushed. "Okay. Let's see," she continued. "Okay. Everything went well for quite a while. There was a mutual give and take, so to speak. Unfortunately, one evening, after Cantrell had been a regular guest many times, our housemother expressed concern to us that Cantrell was spending too much time at the house. To her, he seemed too comfortable hanging out. She told us that his visits would have to be restricted. That very night, the sisters had a private meeting to discuss a way for Cantrell to continue servicing us without our housemother knowing. I outlined the seed of a plan to the other girls, but needed to try it out on Cantrell to see if he would go along. Sooo, the next day after class, I invited him to the Student Union for coffee. I explained the situation to him and asked if he wanted to continue coming around the house. Obviously, he didn't want the arrangement to change. Well, it just so happened that he had recently lost his part-time job and was having some financial difficulties. I asked if he would be willing to try something kind of unusual that would allow him to make money and also permit him to live full-time at our sorority house. He was skeptical at first. But, as Lee Anne knows," she said, smiling devilishly at me, "when I focus on making something happen, I tend to push until I get what I want." I nodded vigorously that I knew exactly what she meant. Continuing she said, "I explained to Cantrell that our sorority house maid had recently quit and that we were looking to hire a replacement. I wondered if he would be interested in the job. I can still remember the look on his face. He looked at me like I must be crazy or delusional. 'Why in the world would your housemother hire a guy as your maid?' he asked." "I smiled pityingly at him and shook my head, perplexed that he didn't get it. 'She wouldn't,' I answered flatly. 'But, if you could convince her that you are a girl, I think I can persuade her to hire you.' Cantrell looked at me without speaking for what seemed like forever. Finally, after giving him time to process my suggestion, I spoke again, 'So? What do you say?'" "He replied, 'I'm confused, but still listening Regina Rae. How am I going to convince Mrs. Hawkins that I am a girl, since I'm not?'" "I didn't give him any details. I just looked deep into his eyes and asked, 'Do you trust me?' I can still remember his reply." "'I'm not sure. Let me hear more,' he said." "'No,' I told him. 'You have to trust me Cantrell,' I insisted. He said nothing. He stared into his coffee cup. 'I tell you what,' I said. 'Tell me you'll go along with whatever I ask of you tonight only. Then, we'll decide if this can work. How about that?' After another very long pause, he agreed." "'What do I need to do?' he asked." "I told him, 'Meet me at the back door of the sorority house tonight at 10 o'clock. I'll explain the rest when you arrive.' He agreed. I was confident that my plan would work." Regina Rae paused as she told her story. We were riveted upon her every word. Seeing we were anxious for her to continue, she went on, "That night, when he arrived, I snuck him into my room, where several of my sisters were waiting. We greeted him, trying to make him feel comfortable, although he was clearly tense. I reminded him that all I asked of him was to let us try to work a little magic on him. If he didn't agree that we could make him look like a passable girl, then I'd drop the entire thing. I think he must have been figuring out what I had in mind, because he didn't need much convincing. Plus, he really liked being around us and was willing to try almost anything to continue spending time with us." At this point in Regina Rae's narrative, Kim approached with a fresh round of champagne cocktails. Regina Rae motioned her closer and whispered something in her ear. Kim stood up and answered, "Yes ma'am." She then returned to the kitchen. We looked at Regina Rae, as if we expected her to let us in on the secret, but she simply resumed her story about Candy. "Where was I? Oh yeah. My sisters and I were about to take Cantrell through his first transformation. I had suspected that Cantrell would make an excellent subject, since he was fair-skinned and so slight of frame. Still, until we completed our task, I had no idea that he would make such a hot looking girl. What we did that first night was not too elaborate. We didn't shave his legs or body or anything. I was afraid he might panic if we did that. I simply wanted him to see that we could pull off the ruse for our housemother. We shaved his face very close and worked on making up his face to look feminine. Once I was satisfied that he looked pretty, I fitted him with a wig that I'd purchased earlier in the day. We wouldn't let Cantrell see himself until we were finished, but we could see that he would easily pass as a girl. In fact, we were very proud of ourselves that we had made him so pretty. I don't know about the others, but I was getting off on the idea that we could so easily feminize a boy. Before he could see himself, we told him he'd have to be fully dressed as a girl. Missy supplied the lingerie. We made him disrobe. We made him wear a pair of white, lace trimmed bikini panties and a matching full- cup bra. We stuffed nylons inside of the bra cups to create the appearance of breasts. We then had him put on a pair of opaque black tights, to hide his leg hair. True to his promise to me earlier in the day that he would go along with whatever I asked of him at night, Cantrell didn't say anything while we did this to him. However, I noticed his cock swell when he slid the panties on, so I knew he was aroused by what we were doing to him. Another one of my sisters, Amy, provided a pretty, light blue party dress with a flared skirt and a ruffled top and long sleeves. She also gave him a pair of white two- inch heels to wear. Once he had everything on, he looked like a girl - and we hadn't really done everything we could do to make him look even better. At this point I spun Cantrell, making his skirt swing out, and said, 'Okay good lookin'! The moment of truth is here. I want you to promise me that you'll be honest and tell us if you think anyone could ever tell that you are not a girl.' He just looked at us for a few moments, obviously anxious and afraid. Finally, he whispered apprehensively, 'Promise.'" "I walked him over to the full-length mirror hanging on my bedroom door and turned him around so he could see himself. I can still remember the expression on his face. His jaw dropped. As he examined himself, he began to turn, inspecting his various profiles. He seemed entranced with his physical transformation. He was admiring how hot he was. He couldn't believe that we had made him so beautiful." "Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. 'Well... ' I said. 'What do you think? Pretty?' He turned to me and stammered, 'Yes. Very. I... I... I can't believe it.' I probed further, 'So, do you agree that you could pass for a girl?' 'Ye... Yes,' he replied hesitatingly. 'I do.' Jubilant over our success, we began hugging each other." "Missy asked Cantrell excitedly, 'You'll do it then? You'll apply for the job?' At that point I took over again. 'Of course he's going to do it. It's the only way he can continue to fuck us. And besides, he needs the job.' Turning to Cantrell for confirmation, I asked insistently, 'Right Cantrell?' He said nothing at first. He was still mesmerized at his reflection. But I could tell that he wanted to try it. The truth be known, he was embarrassed to admit that he liked what we had done to him. That's why I insisted that he would do it. I figured he could just kind of go along and it wouldn't seem like he was overly excited with the idea. When he finally responded, he spoke meekly, 'I guess I can try it.' We all burst into cheers and began hugging and thanking him." Regina Rae paused momentarily from telling her story. As she did, Kim returned with a bottle of body lotion. 'What she was up to?' I wondered. She kneeled down before Debbie and, without saying a word, took Debbie's right calf into her hands, resting it upon her thigh. She unbuckled Debbie's sandal and removed it. Turning her attention to the other foot, she removed that sandal as well. Resting Debbie's left foot on her thigh, Kim poured a generous quantity of lotion into her hands and began applying it to Debbie's calf. We watched silently as Kim spread the mint fragranced lotion up and down the full length of Debbie's leg. Her fingers would just touch the edge of Debbie's tight shorts before she'd reverse direction, sliding slowly back down to Debbie's foot. I was envious of my wife. She wasn't objecting at all. She laid her head back on the chair cushion, relaxing as she became absorbed in Kim's soothing efforts. Silently, Kim massaged Debbie's leg, as Regina Rae resumed her story, detailing Candy's transformation. As we listened to her narrative about the creation of Candy, we also watched Kim massaging Debbie's legs. Continuing, Regina Rae said, "That night, I helped Cantrell remove his makeup and sent him home. I told him that I'd tell him the rest of my plan after class the next day. As a reward for his cooperation, and figuring it would keep him committed to the plan, I gave him a nice blowjob before he left. I'd never sucked his cock before, so I knew it would be a special treat for him. He was so infatuated with me. I wanted him to leave with high hopes that he and I might become more than just friends." "The next morning I approached our housemother and explained to her that there was a girl in one of my classes who needed a job who I thought would be a perfect fit for our maid opening. When she asked me what her name was, I said that her name was Candice Kaine, but that everyone called her Candy. Mrs. Hawkins agreed to meet Candy that evening after dinner." Debbie moaned softly as Kim worked the full length of her legs, rubbing in the lotion with her small, soft hands. Each time Kim's fingers would reach the hemline of Debbie's Daisy Dukes, Debbie would sigh and moan, wordlessly urging Kim to go higher. Each time, however, Kim would retreat back down her thighs and to her toes. I was somewhat distracted by Kim's massage of my wife, but I was still engrossed in Regina Rae's story of how she drew Candy in, ultimately turning her into the woman she is now. I was amazed at how she seemed to be able to think several steps ahead of each of us, until she had us right where she intended to take us at the beginning of our journey. 'Where was she taking me?' I wondered. 'Or, was I already there?' Regina Rae continued, "That day, after class, I took Cantrell to a hotel just off campus. I had purchased all of the supplies that I thought I'd need to take him through a complete make over. As soon as we entered the room, the first thing I did, to make sure he was still with me, was to push him down onto the bed." She looked at Candy and asked, "Do you remember this part Candy?" Candy smiled and nodded. "Yes ma'am. How could I ever forget?" Regina Rae beamed as she declared, "I practically raped him. I tore his clothes off. I ripped mine off as well. I kept telling him how hot I thought he was, thanking him for agreeing to serve as a maid to my sorority sisters and me. I wasn't into anything slow and easy at this point. I wanted to fuck him hard and eliminate any resistance he might have to anything I was about to ask him to do. I grabbed his cock in my hands and began masturbating him, bringing him quickly to a full erection. I then took him into my mouth, deep-throating him, repeatedly pumping up and down on his firm meat. Moving quickly, I then straddled him, sitting on top of his rock hard dick, and began fucking him. As I fucked him, I told him how I couldn't wait for him to live in our house so that all of my sisters could have him whenever we wanted him. I felt him about to explode inside of me and I gripped him tightly as I screamed, 'Oh yes Candy! Fill me! Fill me! Pump your hot cum inside of me you hot bitch!' He shot an amazing load inside of me and kept pumping. He was soooo turned on! He emptied himself completely and I collapsed on top of him, holding him tight. I whispered into his ear, 'Thank you sooo much Candy. That was the best! Won't it be great when we can fuck like that all of the time?' Cantrell had a dazed look on his face. 'Did you just call me 'Candy'?' he asked. 'Yes honey, I did. After all,' I told him, 'you need a female name if you are going to impersonate a girl to Mrs. Hawkins. Candy seems like a good fit to me. Don't you agree?' He paused to ponder my suggested name for him. 'I suppose you're right,' he acknowledged. 'I suppose I hadn't thought of that.' I told him then that he didn't need to think about anything. I had everything planned out. All he had to do was follow my directions and soon he'd be having sex with hot girls every night." "I climbed off of him then and told him we needed to get to work if he was going to pull off the masquerade for Mrs. Hawkins. Directing him into the shower, I told him to wash himself. I explained that he needed to shave all of the hair from his body so that he would be smooth and feminine. At first, he seemed hesitant, and I thought he might even protest, but I never let him. Before he could challenge me, I insisted, explaining that we'd never pull it off if Mrs. Hawkins saw that he had hairy legs. He was still so worked up over what I'd just done to him, that he was hardly in a frame of mind to protest anything I suggested. So, albeit a bit hesitantly, he followed my directions and got into the shower. After he was in long enough for the steam to soften his body hair, I handed him a brand new razor and a can of shaving cream. I told him he needed to shave his chest and underarms as well. He stayed in the shower a long time. When he finally emerged, he was smooth all over. He'd done an excellent job. I rubbed my soft hands all over him, admiring his softness. I rubbed body lotion all over him, telling him that if he received the job he would need to do this regularly to keep his skin soft and smooth." As Regina Rae continued the story about Candy's feminization, things were heating up next to me. I'd become so involved in Candy's story that I hadn't noticed that Kim had unsnapped Debbie's shorts and was in the process of removing them. Debbie was lifting her ass off the couch, eagerly assisting Kim. Debbie's light blue thong was soaking wet. Her dark pubes showed through the thin nylon. Kim laid the shorts off to the side, smiled at Debbie as she leaned over, and seductively kissed the outside of her panties. "Mmmmm," she moaned, as she tasted Debbie's juices. Debbie offered no resistance as Kim untied Debbie's blouse, letting it fall open, revealing her breasts spilling out of her push-up bra. Pulling the bra cups off of Debbie's breasts, Kim caressed my wife's soft mounds. Debbie groaned softly, thoroughly enjoying this special treat Regina Rae had bestowed upon her. Now that Debbie was nearly completely naked, Kim expanded her area of massage, though continuing to tease. Debbie spread her legs, openly inviting Kim to do more than massage, but Kim seemed intent on making the titillation last for as long as it took Regina Rae to tell her story about Candy. Regina Rae called us back to her attention. "Ahem," she hissed. "I'm telling a story here. Please focus girls." She continued, "Okay... the rest of the afternoon was spent making Candy look beautiful. I had so much fun treating her like my very own, living Barbie doll. I painted her toenails pink. I then fitted her with false fingernails that were just a little longer than her natural nails so that her hands would look more slender. I painted them pink also. I shaped her eyebrows without going overboard. I didn't want to freak her out the first time I made her up. After applying a nice, neutral foundation, I began working on her eyes. Her black eyes were such a prominent feature of her face. Dark eyeliner and mascara helped make them take on a sultry appearance. I realized that she had the potential to be a really hot looking girl. I became aroused as Candy came into being. I applied a soft pink eye shadow and light blush on her cheekbones. I had purchased a pair of clip-on dangling pearl earrings. I didn't think I would be able to get her past the shock of piercing at that point, but I was confident that it was only a matter of time. Knowing that her hair would make all the difference in her passing as a girl, I had purchased a very expensive human hair wig in a color that closely matched Cantrell's natural color. It was shaped in a wavy style with soft bags to help shape her face. When I put the wig on her head, I gasped. I couldn't help myself. It was truly the crowning touch to turning Cantrell into Candy, our new sorority housemaid. She was finally ready to be dressed. I couldn't wait to see her once I had added the final touches on her look. I had bought her a white lace, full-cup bra and a pair of 36-D silicone breast forms with natural looking nipples to fill them. I know it probably seems a little extreme that I would try to get her to go along with such big breasts, but I had already considered that if she started big, she would not be able to go back. I already had ideas in my head of making this a permanent change. No one knew it at the time, but I'd long fantasized about feminizing a boy. I just didn't realize that I would ever get the opportunity. That was before I understood just how easy it was to manipulate men. After hooking her bra behind her back, I slipped the forms inside. They were cool to the touch and Candy shivered a little as I nestled them firmly inside of her bra cups. The nipples poked out as though she were permanently aroused. I then gave her a pair of white lace boy-leg panties to put on. Standing before me was the sexiest looking girl. I wanted to fuck her again right there on the spot." "It was at this point that I decided that she needed to see herself. I wanted her to see herself dressed as a girl in lingerie, to see just how sexy and alluring she was. I knew that her 'male self' would be turned on by what 'he' saw. I told her to turn around and as she did she caught her image in the bathroom mirror. Her hand went to her mouth. She was amazed at the person she saw. And I was right in my assessment. She was most definitely turned on by her own reflection. Although I had fucked her silly earlier, her panties were bulging as her cock swelled inside of her sexy panties." "She stared silently at herself in the mirror for the longest time. It was almost like she forgot that I was even there. Finally, I interrupted her, 'What do you think Candy?' She turned to me, struggling for the words. 'I... I... I don't know Regina Rae. It is the weirdest feeling. I'm looking at me. But I'm seeing someone else. Yet, she is me! And this is the weird part. Candy seems more like me to me than Cantrell does. Does that make any sense to you?' she asked. I could not have been more pleased. I already knew that I wanted this to be long-term. Now I was convinced that it would happen. Cantrell intuitively knew that she was more truly Candy than she was Cantrell. Reinforcing her observation, I told her, 'It makes perfect sense to me Candy. There is usually more to each of us than what we may have traditionally been allowed to think. When I look at you, I see Candy also. That's how I was able to create her in you. Enjoy the feeling Candy. This is going to be so much fun!' I encouraged her as I gave her a warm girl-to-girl hug." Despite listening intently to Regina Rae's continuing saga about Candy's feminization, I did not allow myself to be distracted from Kim's attention to my wife. Her hands were now roaming all over Debbie. She would slide her fingers across the front of Debbie's panties every now and then. Each time she did so, Debbie would press her pelvis up to maximize the pressure applied. Each time Kim would quickly move to another part of her body. Suddenly, Kim rose from her worshipful position at Debbie's feet. Standing before her, she reached up to her shoulders where the buttons holding her black shift in place were located. Unfastening each button she let the shift fall down to her ankles. She was wearing a sheer white thong that was visibly wet, thus revealing her own excitement. The thin, wet, nylon material clung tightly against Kim's smoothly shaved pussy, outlining her bulging pussy lips. Her cunt looked tight. Kim was so hot! I was lusting for this sexy little Asian girl who was focused on pleasing my wife. She reached up and pulled her tight T-shirt over her head, revealing her absolutely stunning B-cup breasts. She wore no bra. Her boobs appeared huge on Kim's petit body. Her areolas were dark brown and she had nice, firm nipples. My wife was staring greedily at the vision standing before her. She knew things were about to heat up, as did we all. Kim gazed at Debbie seductively, playing with her own titties. Her nipples grew larger as she teased them with her fingertips. Debbie was entranced at the manipulations of this hot little Asian girl. Taking her cue from Kim, Debbie unhooked her own bra, letting it fall free, removing any latent restriction from her breasts spilling down upon her chest. Debbie grabbed them and began rubbing them, mirroring Kim's manipulations. Staring at each other, as if they were alone on the jet, they were mutually fixated upon their respective self- indulgence. Sinking to her knees again, Kim leaned over Debbie's soaking wet panties. She slid her tongue between her lips and licked from the bottom of Debbie's crotch to the top of her snatch. Debbie moaned as she hungrily shoved her loveliness toward Kim's tongue. Kim continued licking Debbie on the outside of her slick nylon thong, driving her mad with desire. How she thought anyone would be able to concentrate was beyond me, but Regina Rae nonchalantly continued with her story. "I didn't want Candy to look too slutty right away. After all, I wanted her to be hired by Mrs. Hawkins. I dressed her in an outfit that I thought would make her look like a typical college student who was interviewing for a job. I had her put on a white slip and a round- collared, white oxford cloth blouse with long sleeves. I gave her a navy pleated skirt that fell to just above her knees. She wore white knee socks and white tennis shoes. She looked altogether girly, and, I might add, quite adorable. I could tell by the way she gazed at her reflection that she was also pleased with her appearance." "For the rest of the afternoon we worked on her voice inflection as I helped her develop her 'personal story' for Mrs. Hawkins. Candy was instructed to tell Mrs. Hawkins that her parents had recently died and that she had lived with her older sister and her husband until she left for college. There was little money in the family, so she had to work to pay her way through school. She'd recently lost her job as a waitress due to cutbacks at the restaurant. She was considering sitting out a semester to build up savings with which she could continue her classes later. It was amazing how quickly she picked up on the necessary inflections to make her voice sound feminine. I knew that was critical if she was to convince Mrs. Hawkins to hire her. When I was satisfied that she was ready, we left for the interview. I couldn't believe how great Candy was. If I had not known better, she could have fooled even me that she was a girl. The interview went fantastic. Mrs. Hawkins was taken in completely by Candy's sad tale and immediately fell in love with her, offering her the job on the spot. Candy was allowed to move into her room that night. Candy's room was just down the hall from mine, so I was able to keep a close eye on her. The next day, Mrs. Hawkins outfitted Candy in a maid's uniform and put her to work. Candy had to serve us for each of our meals at the house and clean up afterward. She also had to make our beds and do laundry each day. She was a bit put off with me at first. She complained that she didn't realize just how much she would have to work when she accepted the job. But she was paid well. Plus, she received room and board in the same house as all of us girls. She realized quickly that she would have to drop her classes for the time being anyway, as the job required too much time for her to be able to concentrate on her studies. She was disappointed to do so, but I assured her that she would be able to re- enroll later. Meanwhile, we all made sure that Candy's sexual appetite was fulfilled. Every night one of the sisters would sneak into her room and spend the night with Candy. We all loved sex with Candy. She was an excellent fuck! But the thing we most loved was her magic tongue." "One night, when Candy had been with us for a few weeks, I slipped into Candy's room. She was curled up in bed wearing a sexy white baby- doll. All of the sisters insisted that, even when she made love to us, she dress as a girl. We were quite caught up in the eroticism of it all. I slipped off all of my clothes, except my panties, and climbed in beside her. I snuggled up to her and began kissing her. Candy responded instantly. I felt her cock grow as it brushed against my skin. I began kissing her tummy and worked my way down to her cock and kissed the tip. She was dripping cum and I took a mouthful onto my tongue. 'Mmmm,' I said. 'That is sooo sweet Candy,' I told her. 'Would you like to taste some?' I asked. Candy was moaning as I licked her cock. 'Oh yes!' she answered. 'Good girl,' I encouraged her. 'Every girl should enjoy cum!' I added. After removing my panties, I moved up to her head, and kneeled over her. I had a surprise for her. I had just returned from a date with Chad. He and I had fucked. I told him I had to leave right after that and pulled my panties on right away, preventing his juices from leaking out of me. My pussy was full with a huge load of his semen. I quickly straddled Candy's face and hovered over her mouth. 'Suck me Candy,' I told her. 'I want to feel your tongue inside my clitty.' Candy never needed convincing when it came to pussy licking. She loved oral sex. Tonight though, she was in for a special treat. It must have hit her right away. She tried to pull away, but as she did, I sat firmly on her face. The panicked look in her eyes told me she wanted me to stop, but I just shook my head and said, 'No Candy. Lick me clean. Chad's cum is the best! Suck it all Candy. And get used to it, because you're going to do this a lot from now on.' This was the first time that I'd really taken my dominance of Candy to this level. I knew she was mine. I merely had to demonstrate it to her. Quickly reconciling herself to the inevitable, she began licking me, reluctantly. She began slowly, knowing she had no choice in the matter, and wasn't going to like it. Soon, however, she was going after me with a hunger like never before. She sucked wildly on my cunt lips, licking deeper and deeper within my hole. I knew I had her. A cunt licking cum slut was born that night." Kim moved her hands to the edges of Debbie's panties and began sliding them down her thighs. Debbie needed no convincing. She'd been desperate for Kim to do that since she'd started. I couldn't remember Debbie ever being so turned on before. But so much of what I'd seen in Debbie lately had been different from the small town girl I grew up with and then married. The more Kim teased, the more Debbie wanted. She wriggled her bottom free from her thong and helped Kim maneuver them off. "Oh Kim yes!" she urged. "Lick my hot pussy! Please?!," she begged, as she lifted her bottom off of her seat, pressing her pussy toward Kim's mouth. Kim obliged her with a long, wet, lick from the bottom of her crotch, beginning with her anus, and up the entire length of her dripping wet crack. When she reached the top, she sucked Debbie's swollen clitty into her mouth, nibbling on it for a few moments before descending back down the length of her slit. Debbie was grinding her puffy red cunt lips against Kim's mouth and tongue, moaning in erotic pleasure and desire. The combination of Kim's attack on Debbie, and Regina Rae's epistle about Candy's creation, made my cock so hard I could barely stand it. Sperm leaked into the crotch of my panties. Candy, Carla and Regina Rae were also turned on by the sensuous sex display unfolding before our eyes. Carla had a hand between her legs, slowly fingering her sex as she enjoyed the show. Candy's eyes were intently watching the erotic scene. Regina Rae crooked a finger to me, beckoning me to kneel before her. She motioned her head toward Carla, directing Candy to approach Carla. As I knelt before Regina Rae, she hiked her mini-skirt up to her waist, revealing her glimmering wet bush. Forcefully, she pulled my head toward her crotch. The intoxicating aroma of her pussy and Chanel No. 19 wafted into my nostrils. She didn't need to tell me what to do. I softly kissed the juicy folds of her vaginal lips. One of my favorite techniques for licking and sucking pussy is to place my full, open mouth over the cunt lips, and to French kiss the soft, wet orifice. Basically, I made out with Regina Rae's pussy. Though I couldn't see what anyone else was doing at this point, I could hear Debbie and Carla groaning with pleasure. Candy was slurping loudly on Carla's tasty treat. Our interest in the conclusion to Regina Rae's story about Candy had been trumped by sex. I made a mental note to insist on hearing the rest of the story later. For now, I was content to fulfill my current role as Regina Rae's pussy slave. I had probably been kissing, licking, and sucking Regina Rae's lavender-soft flesh for fifteen minutes when I became aware of a pair of legs beside me. I glanced upwards and saw our cute co-pilot, Tim, watching us. He called out to the pilot, "Bill! You gotta come see what's going on back here. Put the plane on auto-pilot for a while," he urged him. Bill wasted no time coming to see what Tim was talking about. "Oh my God!" Bill exclaimed. "You babes are really gettin' it on aren't you?" Regina Rae assumed her usual role as spokeswoman. "You guys wouldn't believe how good this feels. It's a pity that you don't have pussies. This feels sooo amazing. Hey!" she said suddenly, an idea forming. "Would either of you boys like to help a few of us out here?" she asked. Bill didn't hesitate. "What do you have in mind Ms. Morris?" he asked deferentially. "There is really only one thing us girls need that guys can provide," she teased, "and that is a nice hard cock between our legs. What do you say? Can this plane fly without a pilot for awhile?" "Oh yeah!" Bill answered excitedly. "We're over the ocean, on course, and radar will alert us to any other air traffic long before there could be a problem." "Then what are you waiting for. Take off your clothes and get ready for some action," she said. They didn't need to be told twice. Tim and Bill dropped trousers immediately and just about tore their shirts off. As they stood beside us, I saw that each man was in possession of some excellent equipment. Both had dongs that hung at least eight inches or so. And they were not even completely hard yet! Regina Rae pushed my face away from her twat. "Lee Anne honey," she said. "Why don't you get Bill ready to fuck Debbie luv? I know he can get bigger than he is just now, and I want Debbie to get a nice full cunt." Debbie picked up on Regina Rae's command quickly. "Yes honey. Please make Bill's dick hard for me. Make him big, hard and wet so he'll slip inside my pussy and pack me tight." 'So! This was it,' I thought. Debbie was, indeed, intent on having another man. I hesitated, hoping Debbie would change her mind. Surely, she wasn't going to let Bill fuck her right in front of me. Debbie seemed to read my mind. "Come on honey. We talked about this. You can't truly be surprised. Go on now. Suck him for me. You want to. I know you do." 'Shit!' I thought. 'Would I ever be able to stand my ground again?' I was more than a bit put off by the fact that she and Regina Rae so casually expected me to suck Bill's cock for the sole purpose of readying him to fuck my wife. But, I also realized that he didn't know she was my wife, or that I was a man for that matter. I figured any protesting on my part might cause them to reveal my secret. So, on my knees already, I dutifully moved in front of Bill and took hold of his firm meat with my fingers. As I prepared to suck Bill, Carla directed Candy to do the same to Tim. Kim continued licking Debbie's cunt as Candy and I began our oral ministrations upon our two handsome pilots. Meanwhile, Regina Rae and Carla sat by, like two proud den mothers, viewing the action they'd orchestrated. I gently held Bill's hardening cock with my manicured fingers. He throbbed at my touch. I looked closely at his one-eyed jack as it swelled in my hand, growing thicker by the second. I had, by now, sucked several cocks, but Bill's was looking like it was going to be the thickest yet. I flicked the tip of his organ with my tongue. As I did, he moaned, "Oh yes!" I looked up at him and smiled. He was staring down at me lustily as he anticipated my mouth around his thick sausage. I leaned in closer and wrapped my lips around his cock head, kissing him, leaving a red lipstick ring around his rod. Bill encouraged me, "Come on babe, swallow me." Debbie joined in, "Yes honey. Suck him for me. Make him big and hard and fat before he fucks me. I want to see you take his whole cock down your throat. I know you can do it. Deep throat him!" she urged me. The encouragement by my wife was exciting, but unnecessary. I was now focused on Bill's pole and looked forward to the challenge. It excited me that Candy and I were sucking cocks together. Candy was attacking Tim full force as I sized up Bill's schlong. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that she had her chin nuzzled up tight to Tim's balls. She had taken his entire length down her throat with no difficulty. I wasn't certain that I was even going to be able to open my mouth wide enough to take Bill into my mouth. But I was sure going to try. I licked my lips to moisten them. I wrapped them around his bulbous head, taking him in just past the ridge of his helmet. I pressed forward on his now stiff cock. He must have been eight inches long and steadily growing. His length was nothing compared to his circumference. Bill had, without a doubt, the thickest cock I'd seen in my brief life as a girl, or whatever I was. "Go ahead sweetie," Debbie urged me. "Suck that fat fucker down your throat. Show your wifey what a good little cocksucker you are." 'Oh shit! Don't say that Debbie!' "Wifey?" Bill asked with an alarmed tone. He looked at Debbie. "What are you talking about? This bitch is your husband?" he pressed her. "Yes! She is!" Debbie giggled. "Isn't she a great cocksucker? Go on and admit it. You want her to suck you. Don't you?" "I didn't realize it was a he," Bill answered. "I mean... I'm not gay," he protested, now extremely uncomfortable. "That's fine," Regina Rae joined in. "If you don't want our little cock slut to suck you off, and if you don't want to fuck Debbie, then we can call it off. Is that what you want?" she tortured him. "Er, I don't know. I mean... shit! I don't know what I mean. She does look hot. And she seems to know what she's doing. Aw hell! I don't give a shit," he exclaimed, caving in. "Go on bitch!" he commanded me. "Suck my cock! Then watch me fuck your wife silly. I bet she's never had a cock as fat as mine inside of her!" Debbie joined in to keep me focused. "Oh yes Lee Anne! Suck him. Suck him good!" As fucked up as the entire situation was becoming, I was so happy that Bill had not beaten the shit out of me when he found out I was a man, I forgot about the indignity that I was readying him to fuck my wife. I licked all around and up and down his monster meat, slathering him up with my saliva. I wanted to make him slick and wet so that he'd slide down my throat easier. Candy was slurping loudly on Tim as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft in a long, deliberate, motion. Wrapping my lips around Bill's cock once again, I pushed my mouth down on him. My jaws were spread wider than I'd thought was possible. Surprisingly, I found that I was able to stretch them around his giant cock. I hoped that he wasn't so thick that he'd tear Debbie's cunt when he fucked her. I was careful to not bite him or let my teeth scrape his flesh, mouthing him softly with my lips. As I continued sucking on him, I was able to descend farther and farther down his length. I finally reached a point where I would need to force his wide cock head past the opening of my throat. I nearly gagged as I worked diligently to swallow him completely. Each time I exerted pressure on the back of my throat, I would begin to choke. Suddenly, without warning, Bill gave a single, firm thrust, forcing his phallus past the opening of my throat. I coughed, but quickly recovered, as I realized that he had managed to impale his mighty dong inside of my mouth. I held him momentarily, enjoying the success of the moment. 'I did it!' I actually took this big fat dick all of the way down my throat. I began to slide back up his shaft. I slid halfway up and then reversed, descending down his thick, fleshy rod. Once again, Bill thrust himself past the back of my mouth. I had broken beyond a major barrier. I doubted that there would ever be another dick so thick or long that I wouldn't be able to swallow the entire hunk inside of my mouth. Oh, how little did I know! I was eager to reward Bill for helping me achieve this significant accomplishment. I know it must sound strange, but the girl in me was, indeed, proud that she could handle a dick most girls would choke on. I began slurping on Bill as loudly as Candy was on Tim. Everyone began cheering us on. "Go girls!" Carla cooed. "You girls are awesome! Suck those cocks. Suck them!" "Oh honey!" Debbie moaned. "You are making Bill sooo thick. I can't wait to feel that giant cock between my thighs. Don't let him cum Lee Anne. I want him to cum in me. Okay? Don't let him cum," she commanded. About then Bill spoke up. "If you don't want me to cum in this slut's mouth, she better quit, 'cause I'm about to explode. God! She is an amazing cocksucker. I've never had a bitch take my dick past the back of her throat like that before!" "Lee Anne!" Regina Rae ordered, realizing that I was getting carried away. "Stop right now! Let Bill fuck Debbie. Now! You can have him again later if you want. But this is for Debbie right now. I want to watch her get fucked by Bill." 'Damn it!' I was mad. But why? Was it because I wanted his sperm? Or, was it because I knew he was about to fuck my wife and I was going to be helpless to stop him? I didn't want to, but I knew that if I didn't stop, I'd catch hell. So, reluctantly, I pulled my mouth off of the cock I'd just made history with, relinquishing him to my wife. As his juicy sausage slid from between my lips, it made a loud, plopping noise. My jaw was sore. Regina Rae told Candy to stop also. Candy obeyed immediately. She was a well trained subservient. Regina Rae continued giving out directions. "Kimmie," she said. "That's enough for now sweetie. It's time for Debbie to get fucked. Go ahead Bill. She's all yours," she said. Turning to Tim, she spoke, "You get this hot babe right next to me lover boy," motioning to Carla. "Give her your best shot!" "Oh yeah!" he exclaimed. "Come on momma!" he said to Carla. Candy and I looked at each other, wondering what was expected of us. A sick feeling that I had been used solely to prepare Bill's huge cock to pleasure Debbie swept over me. I wondered if Candy felt the same way. "Candy dear," Regina Rae spoke softly. "Come to me darling. I want you to fuck me." The look on my face must have spoken volumes. Regina Rae soothed me. "Now, now. Don't look so glum. I'm not going to forget about you Lee Anne. You've been a good girl and deserve a reward. I've noticed how you've been lusting for our stewardess. Go on. Kimmie is yours." Breaking into a wide grin, I turned to Kim only to see her smiling broadly as well. Kim was stepping out of her soaking wet panties. Her shaved pussy was slick with her juices. On my knees, I crawled to her and pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her deeply. Kim pulled my top over my head and tossed it onto the floor of the plane. She reached behind my back and deftly unsnapped my bra. My boobs fell free, brushing against Kim's firm nipples. She felt sooo hot! I unhooked my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Kim quickly pulled my panties off of me, releasing my now rock hard, precum dripping clitty. I felt some pride in knowing that my cock, except for thickness, compared favorably to Tim's and Bill's. There was no shame in not being as thick as Bill. I doubted many guys had dicks that fat. Kim grabbed my cock, sighing, "Ooh Lee Anne! What a lovely clitty. I can't wait to feel you in my pussy!" I smiled at her and responded, "Don't then! Take me inside of you." I pushed her onto her back and straddled her, aiming my pecker directly toward h