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It was very sad getting on the plane and even though Stan would be at home I know I would miss Sandy. I could almost feel tears in my eyes as I walked down the gangway to the airplane. My mother must have known how I felt seeing she put her arm around me and held me as we walked onto the plane. It wasn't until we were halfway home that I finally lifted myself out of my doldrums. Actually it wasn't until I thought about what I would wear over to Stan's that my spirits lifted. I quickly decided on a pretty blue sundress that my mother had instead I buy. It was rather short stopping about four inches above my knees. For my height that was really short. It was low cut which would show an abundance of cleavage. At the time we bought the dress I didn't have any and I wasn't thinking about them when we got it. Now I thought back on the dress and it would be prefect for showing Stan my new breasts. I knew I would have to wear a corset as the dress was snug in the waist. Besides, the corset would give me an hourglass figure that the dress was meant for. Only this time I wouldn't have to wear the corset so tight I wouldn't be able to breathe properly. After I had my outfit picked out I remembered I promised Stan I would cook him dinner. I knew it would be late in the afternoon by the time I got home so I wouldn't be able to cook him an elaborate dinner, but I should be able to come up with something. For help with an idea for dinner I turned to my mother. Surprisingly she was thrilled to give me suggestions. Not only that, but she suggested we stop at a grocery store on the way home so I could buy what I needed and she would buy a few bottles of wine that I was too young to buy. By the time we got home it was already passed four. I took my bags up to my bedroom along with my stuffed Mickey and Minnie. I washed up at best I could, seeing I still couldn't take a shower. I cleansed my bottom several times seeing I know Stan wanted me clean. I chose a baby blue corset that I loosen the drawstring on before putting it on. A matching bra and panties followed after I attached my stockings to the garters. After my make up was on I stepped into a pair of blue three-inch heeled sandals. I then packed a bag with makeup, a few nighties and several changes of clothes. After transferring the groceries from my mother's car to mine I kissed her good bye and left for Stan's. On the drive over I wanted to go as fast as I could but I also knew I couldn't get stopped. I didn't want to spend the time or the embarrassment explaining to the officer I was really born a boy but I now lived as a girl. I doubt any cop would understand. After getting to Stan's I brought in the groceries and quickly started dinner. I knew I didn't have much time but I hoped I would have enough. I really wanted this meal to be perfect. Stan didn't arrive until eight that evening and dinner was just about done when he walked into the house. I was standing at the door when he came in. Stan took one look at me and said, "I sure missed you. And look at you, those breasts look real." I stepped into his arms and said, "That's because they are real. As real as any doctor can give me." The look of surprise on Stan's face was priceless. He stepped back and his right hand came up and cupped my left breast. When he ran his thumb over my nipple it hardened instantly and I moaned softly as it felt so good. "You're not kidding are you? Whose are real?" Stan asked in astonishment. I smiled up at him and said, "Not at all, do you approve?" Stan picked me up by grabbing two hands full of my ass cheeks and said, "Let's go up to the bedroom and I'll show you how much I approve." I kissed his forehead and said, "Later my love. First you eat the dinner I made for you then we'll take these for a test drive." "You made dinner too. Dam I could get use to coming home to you," Stan told me as he set me back on the floor. He then kissed me deeply and lovingly. I melted into his arms. His kiss was just what I've been waiting for. At that moment I would have said forget about dinner and went upstairs with him or he could have made love to me right there on the entrance hall floor. Instead he released me and we went into the dinning room for dinner. Once he was seated I gave him his plate and sat with mine across from him. One thing I learned about Stan was he didn't talk while he was eating. All conversation would wait until the meal was over. But through out the meal as Stan chewed his food he would look at me. Kind of like, he was studying me. I couldn't help but blush under his scrutiny. After we were done with our dinner I got up to take away the dirty dishes and get dessert. It was a cheesecake I had bought not made, as I didn't have the time. As I set Stan's plate in front of him he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me. It was a wonderful kiss filled with love and passion. When he released me he said, "Can I ask you a question?" I told he could so he asked, "Tell me why you did this." "I told you I would make you dinner. Don't you remember?" I asked not knowing what he was referring to. Stan squeezed my thigh with his big hand and said, "I remembered you were going to make me dinner. I looked forward to it all week. What I'm asking about is the change in you. I mean the breast implants and your new hairstyle. Plus I'm sure that dress is brand new. I also noticed you had your ears pierced." His statement startled me. He had mentioned every thing I had done to me in the last week. Except for the navel ring, that he didn't know about yet. I thought he was mad about the changes but I couldn't see it in his face. He didn't look angry at all. Before I had a chance to answer he said, "I'm not saying there's anything wrong with what you done but I want to know why." I was really worried Stan was upset with me so I said, "I sorry you don't like what I've done I thought I would look better this way." "You looked great before you changed and you look great now. I was just wondering why you did this. Did you feel you were being forced into this? Or did you feel I wanted you to change this much?" Now I was sure he was upset with me. I almost told him if I could change back I would. I then realized I didn't do this for him I did this for me. Sure I thought Stan would like me better this way but really that was a secondary reason. For the first time in my life I felt good about myself. I wasn't too small or too skinny. I look like a girl and I wasn't teased by anyone. Girls can be small and petite and no one cares, in fact it was a plus. After I thought this through I said, "Stan Honey I never felt I was force into doing any thing. You may have tricked me into wearing panties the first time but that was about it. I think you spilled that beer on purpose. As for me changing I did this because I wanted to. You may have open a door but I walked through with both eyes open. Now if you don't like the changes in me I'll leave but I'm not sorry I made the changes." I really didn't want to leave but if Stan wanted me to go I would. I was too happy with myself to let him bring me down. I wanted Stan to be happy with me. I was about to get off his lap seeing he hadn't said anything for a minute or so. When I did try to rise he held me down with his hand that was still on my thigh. Then he said, "I hope you don't think I'm upset with you. That couldn't be further from the truth. I just want to make sure you didn't feel forced into this. I would have been quite happy to have you dress up for me and play my girlfriend, but I would never had asked you to go this far. That's a decision you have to make on your own." "Does that mean your okay with what I did? I mean getting breast and a new hairstyle? I asked still unsure how he felt. Stan wrapped his arms around me and said, "Honey I love how you look. How could I not, seeing you are my fantasy girl? I wanted a girl like you for a long time. Remember I told you there were other boys. Well they only played at being a girl for the sex. Once the sex was over they want to dress like a boy again until the next time. You're the first one who not only wanted to stay dressed up like a girl but actually become one with one exception. I hope you never decide to have that part removed." I could have jumped for joy hearing Stan say this. I had really thought we were at an impasse. I hugged Stan really hard as I told him. "You should finish your dessert so you can take your fantasy girl to your bedroom." Stan didn't touch his dessert he slid his hand under my thighs and the other held onto my back. He then stood picking me up with him and he carried me up to his bedroom. I just wrapped my hands around his neck and held on though I did kiss him almost constantly all the way up the stairs There were a few things I learned that night. Sandy was much better at making love to my breast than Stan was. Though he was very gentle and loving. He paid more attention to my nipples then rest of my breast. Of cause I wasn't complaining seeing he came a close second and I enjoyed his efforts. Secondly I liked the way Sandy used her tongue ring on my clit while she sucked me off. Unfortunately Stan didn't have one though he made me wait till I was a whimpering mess and I was begging him to let me squirt my sissy juice before he would let me fill his mouth. Sandy didn't lick my sissy pussy the way Stan did. In fact she didn't lick it at all. Stan licked my hole like his life depended on it. I was all wet and slick when after minutes of me begging and pleading he finally entered me. I had oiled his magnificent manhood with lube as we kissed and as I shook with excitement. The moment he entered me I knew, though I liked what Sandy and I did together. I was sure I would do it as often as I could I still preferred being on the receiving end of a real live cock to a latex dildo. I was definitely a girl who liked being with a man. Girls were fun and satisfying but only a real man could make love to me like I wanted it. I was a sissy boy who loved getting fucked by a man. After we made love together and after we cleaned up Stan and I talked for an hour or more. After he asked what I did during the week I told him everything. From getting my breasts to having sex with Sandy. He, like any man wanted to know all the details of Sandy and my interlude. Once I told him what I did with her he asked, "So how did you like fucking a girl?" "I loved it; it was wonderful the way her pussy wrapped around my clit. I also liked licking her pussy it tasted fantastic," I told him and my enthusiasm I'm sure was showing. Stan laughed and said, "Believe me honey I know what you mean. Eating pussy is fantastic and fucking one is even better. I'm glad you enjoyed it, I hope you do it often." I thought that was an odd thing for him to say but I didn't question him. We made love again, though this time it took a lot longer. I had to go down and suck his cock for him to get an erection. Well I didn't have to, as much as I wanted too. I like sucking his cock, it feels good in my mouth and the noises he makes tells me I doing a good job. Once I had him hard I straddled his waist and rode his cock. Every time I thought he was getting close to filling me with his seed he would stop me and kiss me while I kept his cock imbedded in my bottom. Once he calm down I'd started riding him again. After about an hour of this he fingered my clit so I would cum just before he filled my bottom. I liked when Stan fills me it tells me he was satisfied. After we clean up again Stan and I went to sleep, but sometime before dawn I felt something around my bottom. When I open my eyes I was facing away from Stan and his cock was poking me. Stan apologized for waking me but he didn't stop pushing his cock toward my back door. Once he made contact with my hole I pushed back and let him enter me for the third time that night. I would have let him fuck me a dozen times if he could get it up. I woke up around noon feeling sticky seeing we didn't clean up after our predawn lovemaking. I also knew I could remove the tape over my incisions and finally take a shower. Though I was able to get clean with a sponge bath it was nothing like a long hot shower. Half way through it Stan joined me and we had fun getting each other clean. After our shower and once I was dressed in a very short skirt and a tank top I went down to start breakfast. Stan also dressed in a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. He took care of the coffee seeing he knew how he liked it while I took care of the rest of the meal. After breakfast I started cleaning up the kitchen while Stan went into another room to make some calls. I wasn't sure what the calls were about but after he finished he looked worried or apprehensive. One thing was for sure when he came back into the kitchen he kissed me like we hadn't seen each other in weeks. About an hour after we finished breakfast three other men showed up. There was the mayor, Ted Finny, the police chief, Matt Stanton and the city attorney Charles Gray. I knew each one and they knew me as Scott. Only Ted knew me as Sara. The four gathered in the living room with the big screen TV and watched a basket ball game. It was one of the finals and they were quite boisterous. After getting beers for the four and some chips that Stan had brought with him I went into the kitchen to start the lasagna I had planed on making for that evening. I knew Stan liked my mother's lasagna as he bought it several times a month. About every half-hour I went in to see if anyone needed a refill on their beers. Every time I walked into the room the four men became quiet. I knew they weren't talking about me but all eyes were on me as I picked up the empty beer bottles and replaced them with fresh ones. It took me about three hours to get the lasagna ready for the oven. First I made the sauce, as neither my mother nor I would ever think to use bottle sauce. Then I had to make tiny meatballs and fry them before I could add them to the layers of cheese and noodles. By the time it was ready to go into the oven the game the men were watching was getting over and the three left after saying good bye. Once the other men were gone Stan came into the kitchen. He took me in his arms and kissed me before saying, "You're spoiling me again. I could get used to you being around." His words felt good and I could even feel a little excitement between my legs. But before we got carried away I asked, "When do you want dinner? It'll take about an hour." "Put it in now and we'll eat when it's done. I need to go out to my car for a second," he told me before he kissed me once more. As I put the lasagna into the oven Stan left the kitchen. It didn't take him long and in only a few minutes he was back in the kitchen. In his hands were two boxes that looked like the boxes you would put clothes in and the other box was definitely a shoebox. Stan placed the boxes on the counter and said, "After dinner I have a meeting to go to. I want you to come with me. I also want you to wear what's in these boxes. I'm sure they're the right size, at least I hope they are." I reached out to open the boxes. I wanted to see what was in them but Stan stopped me as he told me, "Wait till after we eat dinner. Then you can shower and try them on." Pulling back my hand I asked, "What kind of meeting is this?" "It's mostly a meeting that like-minded people get together and have fun. It's not a meeting that's all business. In fact there is very little business," Stan told me as he took me in his arms. He then said, "I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself but remember no one is going to force you to do anything you don't want to do." I thought that was an odd way to describe a meeting. I was going to ask him to elaborate on his answer but he didn't give me a chance. He took me in his arms and started kissing me. Before I knew it he pulled me over to the table and sat me on his lap as we continued to kiss. It wasn't long before Stan had me sitting astride his legs and his hand was under my skirt. At the same time I had his cock out and was stroking it while he was stroking my sissy clit through my satin panties. We kept this going for quite awhile but Stan made sure neither of us climaxed. He kept us on the very edge of orgasm till the buzzer on the stove rung telling me it was time to take the lasagna out. To say I was frustrated would have been an understatement. I debated with myself whether to continue with our sex play or get the food out of the oven. After a second or two I pulled away from Stan, as I didn't want the lasagna to get ruin. I put too much work to get it just right. Before I even got to the stove I looked back and saw Stan had slipped his cock back into his shorts. Obviously he wasn't going to let me continue before he ate dinner. After taking out the lasagna I made garlic bread while Stan open the bottle of wine I had bought. Once the bread was in the oven I set the dining room table for two. Stan ate two big helpings of the lasagna to my one small one when he was done eating he said, "Honey you made that as good if not better than your mother. I hope you can cook all the rest of her meals as good as this." I can't tell you how proud that made me feel. I just about gushed when I said, "I'm glad you liked it. I guess you just have to invite me over to see what else I can whip up." "We'll see what happens. Now lets cleanup so we can get ready to go out," Stan told me as he stood to take his dishes into the kitchen. I followed him and he helped me clean up the mess. It took us about a half hour to get the kitchen cleaned then we went up stairs to shower. Stan wouldn't let me take the boxes. He carried them up and placed them on the bed before taking me into his arms once more. As we kissed we stripped each other of our clothes before going into the bathroom. Even while my bottom filled with the cleansing enema Stan couldn't keep his hand off me. In the shower our groping continued till I went to my knees and started sucking Stan's cock. He didn't let me do that for long as after a minute or two he pulled me off and told me there'll be plenty of cock to suck later. Once we were dried Stan started to shave his face and I was told I could open the boxes. The first one I opened was the shoebox. The shoes inside were like any normal high heel though the heel was a lot taller than I was use to. It was about four inches high and as thin as a sixteen-penny nail. The heel was gold plated. The shoe was a sandal type shoe with straps around my instep and straps around my ankles. They were quite sexy and I couldn't wait to put them on. Also inside the shoebox was a pair of real silk stockings. At least the package said they were made of real silk. Inside the second box was a black leather halter top. The front would only barely cover my breasts and the back had leather straps that crisscrossed leaving the back exposed. I wouldn't be able to wear a bra with this top. In the third box was a very short leather skirt a pair of black satin thong panties and a leather garter belt. The smell of the leather was slightly erotic and it seemed to fill my head with visions of sex. On top of the smell the feel of the soft buttery leather was also erotic and my clit harden as my finger caressed the leather. I heard Stan chuckle as he said, "I get that way around leather too. Come on now get dressed." I could instantly feel the difference between the nylon stockings I normally wore and the silk stockings I was given. They were smoother and they were actually felt sexier once they were on. The leather garter belt was soft where it touched my skin but the shiny side looked hard. The panties were tight to hold my clit and testicles back between my legs once I was able to get my erection to go down. The skirt was soft but it was very tight and I really had to work to get it in place and while I wore it I had to work to keep it in place. The halter-top was also tight and it seemed to mold it self around my breasts and the straps in back cut into my skin slightly. The shoes looked really sexy on my feet though they were slightly difficult to walk in. I had to take tiny steps to avoid tripping, but to tell the truth I loved how they looked on me. Once I was dressed I sat at the makeup table and started on my makeup. Normally I would strive to make it look like I wasn't wearing any makeup at all but tonight I put it on heavier than I normally would. My mother said this was what was called getting dolled up. It was very dramatic but not quite sluty. Once I was dressed I looked at myself in the mirror. Seeing my tummy was exposed I was glad I had my navel pierced. The ring stood out like a beacon and it looked sexy. I also noticed that I could stand to loose a few pounds, as my tummy didn't look as flat as it should have. After I was ready I went looking for Stan. After he had gotten dressed in a pair of dress slack a black tee shirt and a sport jacket he left the bedroom. Though sometimes I missed the days when it only took me five minutes to get dressed I still didn't want to go back to being a boy. I liked how I was dressed and the looks I would get would be well worth the effort. When I got down stairs and found Stan in the dinning room I asked, "Well am I worth what you paid for this outfit?" I knew the outfit was expensive as I knew what my mother paid for my leather jacket. Stan came over to me and said, "Every penny. You're so sexy I may not be able to keep my hands off you." To prove his point Stan wrapped his left hand around my waist and as his lips made contact with mine his right hand slid under the halter-top and his hand massages my naked breast. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it was enough to tell me Stan was as excited as I was. When he pulled away he handed me a whiskey glass with about three ounces of a brown liquid while saying, "Drink this it'll help you to relax." Before I took the glass and knowing the glass was probably filled with some sort of whiskey I asked, "What is it and why do I need to relax?" Stan smiled and said, "Let's just say I want you too." Okay that may not have been a good reason but for me it was good enough. I took the glass and drank down about half of the liquid. I knew I was right that the liquid was whiskey the moment it hit my throat. I instantly felt a burning sensation in my throat and as it hit my stomach I was filled with instant warmth. As I tried to let my first tasted of whiskey settle Stan pushed the glass toward my lips once more so I would finish off the drink. With two more sips I finished off the drink hopefully to Stan's approval. Once I was finished Stan took the glass from me and placed it on the table. He then took my hand and led me out the door. He held the car door for me as I got in and within seconds we were on the road. We drove back to town and continued on till we were back outside the other side of town. I knew there wasn't any meeting halls this way but I really didn't care seeing the whiskey was starting to work and I had a mellow buzz going. We drove for another twenty minutes till we reached a private drive that led back into the woods. I knew there were quite a few mansions out this way and I was sure this was one of them. My suspicions turned out to be correct when we pulled into an open area in front of a large three-story mansion. The grass area in front of the home was filled with cars. Theses were not your every day cars, as every one of them was in the more expensive brackets. I think the cheapest one I saw was a Lexus and there was even a Lamborghini displayed prominently in the center of the lawn. After Stan parked the car I tried to open my door but Stan stopped me by saying, "Sara honey, before we go in I wanted to tell you. I'm very fond of you. Nothing that happens tonight will have any bearing on my feelings for you." I thought his statement was rather odd, as I couldn't imagine what he was talking about. One thing I was sure about was my feeling toward Stan. I cared about him a lot and I was sure I was in love with him even that early in our relationship. Of course I couldn't say that to him, as I was sure it wouldn't be received well. So I said, "I'm fond of you too Stan and I don't think there's anything you could do to change my feelings." Stan kissed me deeply for a minute or two before getting out of the car. I had to fix my lipstick before I could get out which gave Stan time to come to my side of the car and opened the door for me. As we walked through the grass to the front door I learned one thing about stiletto heeled shoes. They don't travel well through grass. I had to walk on my tiptoes to keep my heels from sinking into the soft soil. When we got to the front door the door was already open and there was an older couple there to greet us. They really weren't that much older than my mother I'd say in their late forties. Regardless of their age they were quite attractive. She stood about five foot seven with short blond hair. She was slim but not overly so though her breasts were on the large size. She wore an elegant satin pants suit with a pleated halter-top. Her husband was also quite handsome in a dark blue blazer and a turtle neck shirt. He stood almost six-feet tall, though he looked short compared to Stan's six foot three-inch frame. I knew this couple as they had come into the restaurant several times a month. They were quite generous in the tips they gave to the waitresses or so I was told. They always had a kind word for anyone they met and they were always nice to me. As soon as the wife saw Stan she slid her arms around his neck and they kissed. I had expected it would be simple cordial kiss where they merely touched lips. Surprisingly it was a long lingering kiss that seemed to last longer than I though was proper especially seeing her husband was standing next to them. Her husband didn't seem to mind at all as he merely smiled while the kiss continued. What really surprised me was when I saw Stan hand slid up under the wife's top and I could see his hand wrap around her breast. I wasn't sure if her husband saw it but I couldn't see how he could miss it. Once their kiss ended the wife turned toward me and said to Stan, "This must be little." Before she could say my name Stan cut in with, "This is Sara Daniels. Sara honey this is Jennifer and Michael Masters." Jennifer took my hand and said, "So good of you to join us I know Stan's been waiting a long time for you to join us and now you're finally here." I thought this was a very odd thing to say but before I could ask what she was referring to she took me in her arms and kissed me. It was a long and very deep kiss and when her tongue slid into my mouth it surprised me. Not as much as when her hand slid up my top and caressed my naked breast. When she pinched my nipple I gasped into her mouth. We kissed for maybe a minute before she finally released me. But before I could catch my breath Michael was kissing me with the same passion and the same groping. All I could do was stand there with a whirl of emotions flooding over me. I didn't mind their kisses and their touching, as both felt good. But surely this wasn't right. When did it become acceptable for the host and hostess to take liberties on someone's date? Then again Stan was the one that started it and I guess they thought it would be okay if they took liberties with me. When Michael released me Jennifer said, "Sara honey I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. We've looked forward to your first night for a long time." Before I could ask what she meant by that she and her husband turned to another couple who just arrived. As Stan steered me toward a group of people I asked as quietly as I could, "Do they always greet their guest that way? I noticed you did much the same." "We're all very friendly here honey. I hope it didn't offend you?" He asked as we approached another couple. Once more introductions were made as kisses and gropes were exchanged. This happen each time I was introduced to someone. And just about every one I was introduced to had, at one time or other came to the restaurant, though most were regular customers. All seemed to be happy I came though most said my presents were long awaited for. This was surprising, seeing I didn't think any one knew who I really was and if they did they didn't show it. I stood alongside Stan while he chatted with someone he had an interest in. Mostly they talked about business and how each other's company was doing. They also talked about other companies and what the future looked like. As Stan talked waitresses in tiny little French maid's uniforms moved about with trays loaded down with champagne glasses. If one of the guests wished something different the maids quickly filled their order. There was something about the maids that looked very familiar. They seemed to be young about my age though their faces were made up a little too heavy. It wasn't until I looked at them closely that I finally knew why they looked familiar. These four girls were in my graduation class. One of them I had homeroom with and another I shared a class with. The other two were cheerleaders and as such I had nothing to do with them. All four always seemed so prim and proper and they barely talked to me with the exception of telling me to move out of their way. What I couldn't understand was why they were here. I knew all four as most of the kids in my school came from well to do homes. Money was never a problem for most of the kids including myself. I couldn't understand why these four seemed to want to work at a party when they could be at one as guests. What really seemed to bother me was how they behaved. Not that they did anything wrong. It's just that everyone seemed to be fondling the girls as they walked about. Not only did they allow it but also they seem to enjoy it, as they often flirted back as a hand slid up their skirt. After we had been at the party for about an hour the lights dimmed and music started to play in the background. At the same time the doors to another room open and every one started to file into that room. The room we filed into was filled with armchairs and long comfortable sofas. There was a dance floor in the center and several people started to dance. Stan took me right out to the dance floor. I never learned to dance, as I didn't see much use for it. I had been to only a few dances at school but I could never get anyone to dance with me. Stan made it easy as he told me to just follow his lead. The music was slow and for the most part Stan and I simply swayed to the beat of the music. That was until his hand moved down and started fondling my bottom. I probably should have stopped him but the lights in the room were almost nonexistent. The room was dark and I could barely see the other people that were sitting on the chairs. The only ones I could make out clearly were the people on the dance floor. Almost every one on the dance floor was in one way or another fondling their partner. And not all of them were with the person they were married to or involved with, as some of the people here were gay and others were bisexual. I knew the mayor and his wife were here, as I had been introduced to her earlier. I was also introduced to the police chief's male partner who was also a policeman on the town's force. I knew a person's sexuality didn't hamper whether they were invited. After Stan and I danced for a few songs we left the dance floor and moved to one of the sofas that surrounded the floor. As soon as I sat down on Stan's lap I saw a couple sitting on the sofa next to ours. Well he was sitting but the girl with him was on her knees between his legs. She was giving the man a blowjob right there in the room. I quickly diverted my eyes and asked Stan, "Stan honey what kind of meeting is this?" "It's not really a meeting as much as it is a get together," Stan told me as he pulled me a little closer. I was sure he saw the same thing I did. "Stan there's a girl giving a man a blowjob on the next sofa and I'm sure she is not his wife," I told him in a whisper. Stan's hand slid up under my top and as his hand took possession of my breast he said, "You're right honey, that not his wife. His wife is behind us licking Jennifer's pussy." I looked behind us and saw he was right though the hostess Jennifer was actually in a sixty-nine with the woman in question. As I looked around I saw more people engaged in sex acts with other people that weren't there mates. It slowly dawned on me that this was some sort of a sex club or a spouse swapping party. When I asked Stan this he told me it was, so I asked probably louder than I should have, "Do you want to have sex with other people here? I mean is that what we're here for?" Stan pulled me closer before whispering in my ear, "May be we should go into another room and talk about this. We don't need to disturb everyone else with our discussion." Stan stood me up and we walked out of the room. On the way out I could see just about everyone was engaged with someone else. Even two of the waitresses were involved with someone. Stan and I walked through the hall we were in before moving into the room we had just vacated. We continued on into another room that looked like a sitting room. As we entered Stan told me to take a seat as he closed the door. He then took a seat across from me. Stan looked like he was trying to find the words he wanted to use but I guess that was a ploy. After a minute or two the door we had come in opened and my mother, aunt and the hostess Jennifer came into the room. In my shock I said, "Mom Aunt Cheryl what are you two doing here?" My mother and my aunt were dressed similarly to every other girl that came to the meeting. Very short skirts and very revealing tops. They both looked really sexy, if one could think of their mother as sexy. My mother and aunt came over to me, kissed my cheek before taking a seat on the sofa next to Stan. My mother's hand slid over onto Stan's lap and I could see her hand give Stan's thigh a squeeze. "To answer your question, your Aunt Cheryl and I are here to help Stan explain what tonight is about. Obviously Stan didn't tell you about tonight before you came, like I asked him too," my mother told me though she was talking to Stan. Stan looked embarrassed before saying, "Sorry I couldn't find the right words." My mother squeezed his thigh once more and said, "It's okay Stan I should have told her about this a year ago, but I never did either. Why don't you go have some fun and us girls with explain the facts of life to my daughter." Stan stood but before he left he said to my mother, "Make sure she knows the truth about me. I don't want her getting the wrong idea." "Don't worry about it Stan I'll take care of everything," my mother told him as I wondered what he meant. Once Stan was gone my mother turned to me and asked, "Where would you like me to start?" "I guess from the beginning," I told her. My mother laughed as did my aunt and Jennifer before she said, "The beginning of what honey? Do you want me to go back to when the club was started or when I began? Or do you want to know about your beginnings?" I realized this probable was a long story so I said, "Maybe you should tell me why I'm here and what did you mean when you said you should have told me a year ago." My mother thought for a second and said, "Let me tell you what this club is about. When it was first started the wife's of some very powerful men started it. They didn't want to be traded in for trophy wives. So they started a sex club where their husbands could get all the sex they wanted and still be content to stay married to their first wife." Before she continued my mother turned to my aunt and Jennifer and said, "If you two would like to go I can handle the rest of this." "If you need me don't be afraid to call," Jennifer told my mother. My aunt also told my mother she was willing to help if needed. The two then left the room. "No sense killing the night for both of them is there?" my mother asked after the other two had left. "I guess not?" I told her "Do you understand the reason why the club was started?" she asked. "I guess so. I never knew there was a problem like that," I told her. My mother giggled and said, "There won't be as long as we can help it." "Can I ask why are you here? You don't have a husband that could leave you and Aunt Cheryl doesn't," I asked. My mother smiled sadly and I knew instantly I shouldn't have asked. I knew my mother still loved my father very much and she missed him deeply. After a few seconds she said, "That's true honey your aunt and I are not married any longer but we still need loving too. It hasn't been that long since your uncle pass away and your aunt isn't even thinking about getting married again. "As for me I had the restaurant to run and there was you to raise. I really didn't need a boyfriend to complicate my life any further," she told me. "Did you join after Dad died?" I asked though I hated bringing him up again. My mother smiled and said, "No I started as a waitress like most girls. I was eighteen and almost out of high school when Jennifer asked how I was paying for college. She's a few years older than I am and had become a member right after high school. The waitresses' make themselves available for every meeting for the first year and their college tuition is paid for. But to tell the truth most girls join for the sex as the families can afford the tuition." "Does that mean you stopped coming to the meetings after you met dad?" I asked. My mother smiled and patted the seat next to her. Once I had moved over she put her arm around me and said, "I met your father here. About twenty-five years ago the membership was opened to other couples and single men and women who wanted to join. Unlike the waitresses these members had to pay for the privilege to join. Waitresses get lifetime memberships for free. "After I served my first year I stayed on as a member and met your father. We fell in love and got married. But we still came to every meeting we could," she told and I could tell by her smile she thought back on that time fondly. "So why am I here. I don't have anything to offer the husbands and beside Stan who else am I going to have sex with?" I asked. My mother hugged me tight and said, "Don't sell yourself short honey you have a lot to offer. In fact several of the men here wanted me to bring you in six months ago." This confused me, so I asked, "You mean the men in this club knew I was gay back then?" My mom laughed and said, "First of all you're not gay. Sandy proved that the night you spent in her bed. You're bisexual like I am. As for the men who wanted you in the club they were just hoping you were bisexual. After all you do have a very sexy bottom. The one I had to keep my eyes on was Stan. He had the hots for you since he saw you at the cook out last Fourth of July." "Really I don't remember seeing him there," I told her. "That's because I told him to keep his distance. I didn't trust him seeing I knew how turned on he gets over sissy boys. I wasn't ready for you to change till after you were out of high school," she told me. "So you knew I was a sissy boy too?" I asked. "I never thought about it till Stan said you would make a beautiful Transsexual. Once he put the thought into my head I could see where he was right. I also know the people at the club would love you as a sexy she-boy. I knew as a man you could never find the love that you deserve but as a she-boy I think you can find a good man and have a wonderful life," she told me and I could see tears in her eyes. I thought she was sad so I said, "Don't cry mom I'm really happy now I'm a she-boy. I think this is the first time in a long time I happy with myself." My mom hugged me tight and said, "I'm happy too. I can see how happy you are with yourself and it makes me happy." My mother and I held each other for a few minutes before I said, "I guess you figured out Sandy and I had sex the night you went to that meeting?" My mom laughed and said, "I asked Sandy to see if you could perform sexually with women. Believe me she was more than willing to give you a lesson in girl on girl loving. Your aunt says she couldn't stop talking about you and what a wonderful lover you were." At first I was slightly miffed she set me up with Sandy but Sandy's praise of me soothed my ruffled feathers. Then I asked, "What do I do now?" "That's up to you honey. If you want to join the club all you have to do is go out and start having fun. If you don't want to join then you can take my car and go home. I'm sure Stan will want you again if you're a member or not," she told me as she stood up. I stood up with her and asked, "I'd like to stay and give it a try, but how do I get started?" "Well you can start with Stan and see what happens after that. I'm sure you won't be left alone for long." As we started walking out of the room I said, "I have one more question. Every time I thought you was doing inventory you were actually coming here?" She kissed my forehead and said, "One time you asked me why I was staying late and that night I had to do inventory. After that you assumed I was doing it again and I didn't correct you. I'm sorry if you think I lied to you." I didn't think she had, after all how could you tell your son you were going to a sex club. Before we went back into the party room, as I learned it was called, we hugged each other and kissed lightly on the lips. Not like lovers, as that would be wrong, but as mother and daughter. Before we went in I asked, "If I didn't become a she-boy would I have come to this meeting?" My mom looked sad for a second before saying. "If you had liked having sex with Stan you might have been invited to join. If you didn't like it you probably never would have known this club existed. If you had like sex with Stan but didn't want to dress as a girl there would have been a vote on whether you could join. I'm not sure how that would have turned out. Since you not only liked sex with a man but also turned into a sexy little she-male you would have disappointed a lot of people. Your membership was guaranteed once you had breast implants. By the way the club paid for that operation along with your new wardrobe." "They paid for that?" I asked with surprise in my voice. "That was nice of them." My mother smiled and said, "You'll learn being a member of this club comes with a lot of benefits." My curiosity level went up a few notches as I asked, "What kind of benefits?" My mother smiled knowing I was hook before saying. "Well for one was your guarantee admission into the college of your choice. Believe me when I say you would have gotten in to NYU with out the clubs help but you'll find every class you want to take will be available to you. You'll finish in four years unlike most students. "After you get your diploma you'll receive plenty of job offers with great salaries and benefits. Plus there is the information you will receive over the years. When you put that information to good use you'll make tons of money like I did." At first I didn't understand what she was talking about then I thought back on the conversations I heard earlier. I realized if I took those conversations, applied it to the buying and selling of stocks I would know when to unload stocks before they started to drop and when to buy before they started to rise. My mother was right this was great information. She must have seen the understanding in my eyes because she giggled and said, "You understand what I'm talking about. Now don't tell this to anyone. It skirts the line of insider trading," I told her I wouldn't then we kissed again before we went back into the party room. When we walked back into the room I noticed the light levels had risen slightly and now I could see things clearer. Mostly all I really saw was a tangle of bodies as the orgy had gone into full swing. The smell of sex filled the room till it was almost over powering, but the smell also made me horny. After my mother and I parted ways I started looking for Stan. I was hit by a wave of jealousy when I found him with one of the cheerleading waitresses happily bouncing on his lap. Stan wasn't wearing his pants any more and the waitress was naked from the waist down. Her breasts were also sticking out of her top and Stan was sucking on one of her nipples. I must have frozen in my tracks, as I didn't get any closer. I felt slightly mad that Stan would fuck one of the waitresses while I was gone. That was until I felt someone's hands encircle my waist. Before I could react the person hugged me to him and started nibbling on my ear. In a throaty whisper I heard the mayor say. "Don't be upset with him he's only human. Beside I've been looking forward to this night since last week. Actually I've thinking about fucking you since you were sixteen." To tell the truth I was so upset with Stan for not waiting for me I was about to walk out. But once the mayor's lips started nibbling on my ears and neck I started to become aroused. When his hand slid up under my top and cupped my right breast I melted in his arms. I figured what was good for Stan was good for me too. After all we weren't even dating we were more or less fuck buddies. I turned in Ted's arms and put my arms around his neck and said, "I think you've waited long enough." I then kissed him with all the passion I could muster. Ted was already naked and I had the feeling I was the only one still dressed in the room. We kissed for a few minutes while his hands started massaging my bottom through my leather skirt. I'm sure he would have lifted it out of the way if it weren't so tight. I think in frustration he pulled his lips from mine and pulled me over to one of the sofas. While Ted sat on the sofa he had me stand in front of him so he could remove my skirt. After he unbuttoned the button and undid the zipper he helped me to shimmy out of my skirt. Once it was off he tossed it to the side and I just hoped I could find it again when it was time to go home. Once my skirt was gone Ted started kissing my tummy as his hands started to massage my bottom. At the same time I felt some one step up behind me. I could tell it was a woman by the smell of her perfume. When I turned to look I saw it was the mayor's wife. She smiled and said, "I'm glad we got you first honey. Now relax and let Ted and I give you some pleasure." As Ted started to remove my panties Lisa, the mayor's wife started to pull off my top. Once they were done I was only wearing my stockings garter belt and heels. I guess that was all that was required as Ted got on his knees in front of me and started licking my clit. At the same time Lisa was kissing and nibbling on my neck while her hands caressed my breasts. With in seconds Ted was sucking my clit like he had done it all his life and Lisa was finger fucking my back door with spit covered fingers. They kept up their double assault till I couldn't stand any longer. When I almost collapsed in Lisa's arm she told Ted, "Ted honey let Sara lie down." Ted move off the sofa long enough for me to lie down he then went back to sucking my clit while Lisa started sucking my breasts. Once more I slipped into a state of pleasurable bliss while Lisa and Ted had their way with me. How long they kept this up I don't know but Ted had me close to orgasm several times before he backed off to let me cool down. I also watched Lisa as she fingered her pussy while she pleasured my breasts. Knowing I wanted give them pleasure too I said to Ted. "Please Ted fuck me I need your cock in my pussy so bad and Lisa sit on my face so I can lick you pussy." I heard Ted groan though he hadn't taken my penis out of his mouth. Lisa released the nipple she had been sucking and said, "Honey I been with a few men already tonight I may be a little messy down there." "MMM that sounds yummy. I like cum filled pussy," I told her like a small child. Lisa laughed and said, "Me too sweetie. I can't get enough of it." As Lisa squatted over my face I felt Ted lifted my legs and get on the sofa with me. It was at that point I realized that I had no idea what Ted's cock looked like. I didn't know if it was fatter or longer than Stan's or was it shorter and thinner. Once I felt the head of his cock slid between my ass cheeks I really didn't care as all I wanted was that cock in me. Lisa's pussy as it hovering above my face also preoccupied me. I could see she wasn't kidding when she said she was messy. I could see her slit was covered in a thin layer of wetness and that wetness was spread out along her thighs and back to her bottom. I didn't waist anytime as my face moved up and my tongue started licking the creamy goodness that was spread out before me. A moment later I felt the head of Ted's cock open my ass hole and sink inside me. I moaned out into Lisa's pussy as Ted eased into me. When Ted started to fuck me I started to slip my tongue into Lisa's hole. Inside her hole it was hot and very wet and the flavor was wonderful. I sucked hard on her hole as I tried to vacuum out the goo. Lisa saw I did like licking cum filled pussy so she squeezed her pussy muscle so more cum would flow out. By this point I was in ecstasy as Ted really started giving me his cock. His hips moved fast and I could feel his hip crash into the cheeks of my bottom. Over and over again he plowed his cock into me and I loved every second of it. His cock must have been shorter and thinner than Stan's cock. He didn't go in as deep and there wasn't the slightest discomfort. It still felt wonderful and I really enjoyed how his cock felt. Ted seemed to like how my pussy felt too, as he would groan each time he pumped his cock into me. When I squeezed his cock with my anal muscles he moaned even louder. Once I had all the creamy mess cleaned out of Lisa's hole I started licking her clit. Lisa moaned and sunk down bring her pussy right onto my face. Her mouth then slid around the head of my penis and she started sucking. All this pleasure I was receiving was almost too much for me I really had to concentrate on what I was doing to Lisa's clit to keep my orgasm at bay. I could have erupted into her mouth at any second. When I felt Ted's cock get bigger and I heard him moan louder I knew the end was very near. I relaxed my hold on my orgasm and sucked harder on Lisa's clit. With in seconds I felt Lisa start to shake and I heard her moaning around my clit. The next second I felt wetness on my face as her pussy started to cream and her orgasm started. At the same instant my orgasm hit me like a thunder bolt and I started shooting my sissy cream into Lisa's mouth, as Ted started filling my bottom with his hot cum. Normally this would be the end of any sex till the man had time to get hard again. I learned that this was not the case in a sex club. As soon as Ted pulled his spent cock out of my ass I felt a new hard cock ready to take his place. Once Lisa had moved away I looked up and saw the police chief standing between my legs. Matt looked down at me and asked, "May I if you're not too done in?" With out thinking about it I said, "Please do, I need more cock." With my permission Mat's cock slid into my hole. This time I was well lube from my last encounter and Mat started fucking me in earnest. I though how wonderful this was as I didn't have to wait for some one to get another hard on. ? I started moaning almost instantly but that was interrupted when I felt something near my lips. When I open my eyes I saw another cock was near my face. As the good little slut I was turning into I took the new cock in hand and pulled it toward my mouth. I really had no idea whose cock it was seeing the position I was in. I couldn't see their face and to tell the truth I didn't care. I knew I wanted to suck it and I started doing just that. Once I wrapped my lips around the head the guy who I was sucking started to move. Pretty soon I was getting fuck in the mouth and in the ass and I loved it. The cock in my mouth came first and when he with drew another cock followed it. I sucked that one while the police chief was still fucking my ass. After Mat emptied his load into me I quickly had a new hard cock in my ass. After awhile it all became a blur as cock after cock filled either my mouth or my bottom. There were pussies to. Cum filled pussy would descend on my mouth and I would clean them before I started licking there clits. I came too, more times than I could remember. Toward the end I wasn't even hard any longer but my orgasms still filled me and my soft clit would ooze out a little goo. I don't remember when it ended and I don't remember leaving. I do remember Stan picking me up, still naked except for my stockings garter belt and heels as he carried me out of the room. The next thing I remember was waking up in Stan's bed. It was after two in the afternoon seeing the sun was shining brightly thought the window. I was alone in bed and I felt dirty, as I hadn't showered. I also felt dirty mentally. I felt dirty because of all the cocks I sucked and all the cocks I had in my bottom. But mostly I felt guilty because I enjoyed it so much. Even the morning after I knew I would do it again I loved it that much. When I crawled out of bed I felt like every muscle in my body cried out in pain. I was sore and very stiff. My throat hurt, as did my bottom. My legs felt like I had run for miles and my lips were slightly numb. When I went to clean out my bottom my anus cried out in protest. I bore with it, as I knew I had to get clean. I could barely stay on my feet as the cleansing water filled my bottom. After I gave myself three deep cleansing enemas I climbed into the shower. That was when I realized my hair was mated and stuck together from all the sperm that was in it. I also found dried cum between my tits and on my belly not to mention around my clit and balls. I was a complete mess and I started feeling like I was a depraved pervert. When I stepped out of the shower Stan was there, waiting with a big fluffy towel in hand. He wrapped the towel around me and started rubbing my body dry. The way he was rubbing my muscles was soothing and felt really good. Once he was done he kissed me deeply and asked, "How do you feel?" "I hurt and every muscle seems to ache," I told him in a whine. Stan kissed me and said, "I'm sure you do. Come on back to bed." I thought Stan wanted sex and just the thought of it hurt so much I said, "Stan honey please not now I hurt too much." Stan smiled down at me and said, "I want to give you a massage. That should relieve your aching muscles." I was actually relieved to hear him say that though I felt guilty not wanting him to make love to me. Stan took me back to bed and once I was lying on my tummy he started massaging lotion into my legs. As he did he told me how beautiful I looked while I was getting fucked over and over. He also told me he enjoyed watching me so much that he stopped have sex with anyone else and just watched me. I didn't know whether to believe him or not but his soothing voice was wonderful to listen to. At first just the mere touch of his hand on my muscles was painful, but the pain went away and his soothing touch felt wonderful. It wasn't long before my body started to respond to his ministrations. I could feel my clit start to harden and that was painful too, but it was a good pain, a pain that hurt and aroused me at the same time. Once he was done with my back he had me turn over. He spotted my erect clit instantly. While he continued to massage the lotion into my legs he bent over and took my sissy clit into his mouth. That felt so wonderful I heard myself coo. After a few minutes of his oral love I said with in a desperate whisper, "Stan honey please make love to me I need you right now." Stan pulled his lips from my clit and said, "I don't think that's a good idea. I want to but I don't want to hurt you." "Please Stan please make love to me. Let me feel you cock in my pussy," I told him with all the emotion I could muster. Stan slid his well-oiled hand between my legs and his fingers made contact with my anus. Pain shot through me but it quickly evaporated. Within seconds I was moving my bottom to aid Stan in his finger fucking of me. This told Stan I really wanted it. He stood up and stripped off his shirt and his pants. Once his pants were out of the way I could see he had a hard on. Apparently he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He climbed onto the bed I lifted my legs and open them wide to give him access. I can't say that didn't hurt but I wasn't about to let that stop me. Stan eased his cock into my sissy pussy and started fucking me slowly. The initial penetration hurt something awful but that eased off and I don't think Stan was even aware of the pain I felt. We fucked slowly and we kissed almost constantly while we made love and I truly felt we were making love at that point. Stan made sure to tell me I was beautiful and he wanted me. I told him I wanted him too and I loved what he was doing to me. When we came it wasn't a loud bawling declaration, Stan grunted softly and the next instant I felt his warm seed fill my bottom. I came to and it squirted out like I hadn't had an orgasm in weeks. I painted ropes of cum all over Stan and I. Stan lay on top of me being held up by only his elbows and kissed me till his cock went soft and slipped from my grasp. We then showered together after I cleansed my bottom. Even in the shower we couldn't stop kissing or touching each other. Once the shower was over Stan said, "I have to be going soon. I have to fly out tomorrow and I need to get back and get my things together." "Does that mean I would be seeing you next week," I asked and I didn't try to hide the disappointment in my voice. Stan came over to me lifted my chin so I was looking up at him. He kissed me before saying, "This time I'll be back by Thursday so you will see me next weekend. Now get dressed and come down for breakfast there is something I want to talk to you about." Before I could even ask what he wanted to talk about he was out of the bedroom. I got dressed as quickly as I could though I did slow down enough to make sure I did my makeup perfectly. When I was done I packed my bags and my makeup before carrying them down stairs. Stan was in the kitchen and he had breakfast all ready. We sat down to eat and unlike every other time we ate Stan didn't remain quite. He looked across the table at me and asked, "Did you really want to start school this summer?" "I did but that's not possible," I told him. "Lets say you were offered a place to stay do you want to start this summer?" He asked. "I'd like that but where am I going to live?" I asked. Stan leaned back in his chair and said, "You could live with me. I have an apartment across from Central Park. It's only a subway ride to school. Then you could come back here each weekend to visit your mother and go to the club meetings. That's if you going to keep going to them." His offer floored me. I never expected him to offer me a place to live so I could go to school. I just wasn't sure what he expected of me. I was sure sex was involved but just to clarify I asked, "How much rent would I have to pay. And what would I have to do for this." Stan laughed and said, "I don't want any money. I make plenty and my apartment is paid for. I would like it if you would cook for me a couple times a week but that's up to you." So far it sounded like a good deal but I wanted to know more. "As far as sex is concerned what would you expect from me? I mean will I be your mistress?" Again Stan smiled before saying, "Well naturally as my girlfriend I would expect some loving but of cause you can always fake a head ache." This was the first time he ever mentioned he wanted me to be his girlfriend so I asked, "Are you serious? You want me to be your girlfriend. I mean like real boyfriend and girlfriends?" Stan took my hand in his and said, "Yes Sara I want you to be my girlfriend. I want us to live together and go out on dates. Of course you'll have to go to dinners with me when I take out clients but those don't happen very often. So what do you think, would you like to come and live with me?" I was flabbergasted. I had no idea he wanted me this way. I thought it was only for the sex and I was okay with that. I know I should have thought about it more but I quickly said, "Yes I want to be your girlfriend and I want to live with you." Stan took my hand and pulled me till I got up and sat on his lap. We kissed deeply for the next twenty minutes before he said, "I need to be going and if we continue this I'm going to take you back upstairs. Though I would love to do just that, I really need to be going." "I want you to take me upstairs too, hell right here on the kitchen floor will do," I told him and I meant it. Stan kissed me lightly before saying, "We'll have plenty of that once you move in. Now I want you to go home and start packing. I have everything you need except for your clothes and any personal items. I even have a computer you can use though it is rather old." "I have a really good computer that I would like to bring and of course I would want my car," I told him and my excitement was definitely showing. "Maybe we should wait on your car, parking is at a premium and it cost all most as much for a parking space as it does for an apartment," he told me. I wasn't happy about leaving my car but I knew the mass transportation in New York City was one of the best. I figured I could wait and see if I really needed it. We talked for another half hour till Stan said, "I really need to be going." Stan handed me a business card and said, "Figure out what courses you want to take and then call the man on that card. He'll make sure you get into the classes. Be a sweet heart and lock up when you leave." Stan kissed me once more before getting up to leave. I walked him to the door and we kissed good bye. As he was stepping out he said, "I'll see you next week honey. I love you." I was actually quite shocked he said he loved me. I shouted back that I loved him too before I even though if I really meant it. Heck I wasn't even sure if he meant it. Maybe he said it with out thinking. It took me about an hour to clean up the breakfast dishes and pick up around the house. I also had to clean out the leftover food, as it would be spoiled by the next Saturday. I then put my bags into my car and started to drive home. I was only about a mile from Stan's house when I heard a siren go off behind me. When I looked back I saw one of the local police cruisers with its lights flashing right behind me. I quickly pulled over thinking he wanted me out of the way so he could go to an emergency but the cop pulled up right behind me. I didn't know what the problem was as I was sure I wasn't speeding. But also panic set in, as I would have to show the cop my driver license. Just the thought of the humiliation was almost too much to bear. As I tried to come up with a plausible explanation of why I was being pulled over I didn't see who was pulling me over until I hear a loud booming voice say. "License and registration Miss." I knew that voice instantly and to my relief it was Officer Doug the police chief's lover. Hell I guess he was my lover now too. I looked out my window and said, "Hi Doug it's me Sara." Doug bent over and said, "Hi Sara, I didn't fool you at all did I. I still need to see your license sweet heart." "Oh come on Doug your not going to give me a ticket are you?" I asked as I handed out my license and registration." Doug took the license and started writing in his ticket book. I couldn't believe he was givin