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Family Girl Copyright (c) 2011 by Cody Although many elements of this story are fiction, much of it is based on my real-life experiences coming of age in the mid- to late-70's. Disclaimer: this story contains subjects that are not suitable for all audiences, such as underage sex, homosexuality, references to incest, and drug use. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, I apologize; don't read any further. Preface to Part 11: I first would like to apologize to all of those who've been following Joanne's adventures. Real-life sometimes has a way of messing up your plans, and it did it to me big this time. I was about half-way through this part of the story before I got diverted. Well, hopefully you'll feel that it was worth the wait. I know I enjoyed writing it. As mentioned in a prior part, while the first parts of this story were mostly factual, the remainder of this story is complete fantasy. And without giving anything away, I would also like to let you know that the ending of this part was intended from the very beginning. Please enjoy! *** *** *** Part 11 I awoke in 'my' room around ten the next morning. I was wrapped in Mandy's arms and we were both covered by the sheet and comforter. I just laid there and enjoyed the closeness with Mandy. As I awakened more fully the events of the night before started to flood my mind: Mom seeming to fully accept me now, not only giving me permission to attend Rosalyn's party but encouraging me to fully enjoy myself; and even more, her totally unbelievable actions with Rosalyn, the two of them making love. I supposed that I shouldn't judge her; after all, I had sex with Mandy and with boys. But I didn't understand how Mom could change so much in one evening. Mandy was right, it seemed: Rosalyn could talk anyone into anything. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, with a quivering sigh. "Good morning, sweet baby," Mandy said. She kissed the back of my head and her fingers caressed my tummy. I turned over in place to face her. I snuggled closer until our bodies we pressed together. I kissed her on the lips and laid a caressing hand on her hip. "Good morning, darling," I replied. I felt so grown up with our exchange; just like they did it in the movies. I smiled at her and kissed her again. "Did last night really happen, or was it just a wonderful dream?" I asked her. She smiled at me and kissed me on the nose, and then on my cheeks and then to my lips. Our passions grew as our tongues danced. I felt her slide her hands over my back and to my bottom. I moaned into our kiss and grasped her luscious bottom, too. I could feel her hardened nipples press against me, and I could feel mine do the same. I felt my love for her rise until it filled me entirely, body and mind. After a time we calmed down until our kiss was a gentle series of pecks and tender caresses. "Did that seem real, babe?" "Oh, yes!" I said. "Wonderfully real." I looked into her eyes for a moment. "I didn't know your mom liked women, too." Mandy chuckled and tickled me near my belly button, where my fairy girl piercing was still pinned in place. "Mom and me are both bi, silly girl, just like you," she replied. "It's really the only way to be." "I know," I said. "We can be with whoever we like. It's great! I would never have guessed that my mom would be that way, too." "Some people never get a chance to find out about themselves, babe," Mandy said. "I'm glad your mom got to open that part of herself. She'll be happier. Just like you, baby." I giggled. "Yeah, thank you so much, Mandy. I love you!" I kissed her lips softly. She returned the kiss as softly. "I love you, baby girl," she said. Just then there was knock on the door. It opened to reveal Rosalyn standing completely naked, just like Mandy and I were under the covers. I drank in her beautiful sexy body, and hoped and prayed that one day I would be like her, so womanly, so feminine, so desirable. "Good morning, girls," she said with smile. "Sleep well?" Mandy turned over and I snuggled behind her, and wrapped an arm around her to cup her breast. I could feel Mandy gasp and tense up as I fingered her nipple, but she managed to reply. "Yeah, Mom, we were just waking up." Rosalyn laughed. "You have such a sexy little alarm clock." Mandy and I giggled at her joke. "Why don't you two join me for breakfast?" She nodded her head toward the hallway and turned to the side. Mandy and I got up right away and followed Rosalyn down to the kitchen. We helped her whip up some scrambled eggs, toast and coffee. As we ate, we chatted about the night before, and about the day ahead. Neither Rosalyn nor Mandy would get into any details about the party, telling me they wanted it to be a surprise. I went along with that, and decided not to ask about the change in Mom, either. After we'd cleaned up, Rosalyn and I decided to take a dip in their heated pool while Mandy got herself ready. We swam around, and splashed each other and laughed. At one point we were just standing close together in the shallow end. The water was up to my shoulders and just covered Rosalyn's breasts. "Thanks for everything, Rosalyn," I said. "For the clothes and everything and for being a friend." I smiled. Rosalyn moved close to me and took me in her arms. She was warm and soft, and her large breasts pressed against my face. I returned her hug, and wrapped my arms around her. I felt her hands gently cup my bottom cheeks. "You're welcome, Joanne," she said softly. "I'm only too happy to help my Mandy's best girlfriend." She hugged me closer and squeezed my bottom a little. "And you're so easy to love, little one." She just held me like that for a couple minutes. She pulled back from our hug and kissed me softly on the lips. I felt a tingle go through me, and my nipples stiffen. "You're going to have such a good time, today, honey," she said. "We better go get ready ourselves. The guests will be arriving a little after noon." We walked through the water to the steps and got out of the pool, with water dripping from our bodies. I suddenly shivered in the cool air and felt my skin form goose-bumps all over. Rosalyn handed me a towel and I felt a little warmer after I'd dried off. "Who's coming?" I asked. "Some friends of mine, honey," she answered. She started walking into the house and I followed. I loved to watch her bottom wiggle back and forth. "Will there be boys?" I asked as I slid the patio door closed. I smiled hopefully at her. "Better! There'll be men!" she said. She laughed and patted me on the cheek. I was shocked. I had no idea that this party was for adults. I wondered why I'd been invited. "Men?" I asked. "I don't understand." I was afraid, and yet strangely excited, too. Rosalyn reached over and caressed my shoulder. "Don't be afraid, sweetie," she said. She stepped closer to me and looked down into my eyes. "Just relax and have fun. They're very nice people, and they'll just love you to bits!" I looked up to her smiling face and felt better. "Okay," I said. "Now, let's get ready, shall we?" I smiled and followed her upstairs. Rosalyn went down the hall to her room, and I went first to Mandy's room. She wasn't there so I went to my room. When I walked in I saw a vision I would never forget. Mandy was fully dressed, but she looked more sexy than I'd ever seen her. She was wearing a very tight-fitting red tube-top trimmed with black edging; the black highlights in the top seemed to highlight the shape of her breasts wonderfully; it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her red skirt was almost like the tube-top in that it was narrow, starting barely above her bottom and didn't even reach far enough down to cover all of gloriously sexy cheeks. Her skirt reminded me of the cheerleaders' skirts from the dream I'd had the week before. From the looks of things I wasn't sure she was even wearing panties, though her crotch was covered. I didn't think red-heads were supposed to wear red, but the color of her top and skirt was almost the exact same shade as her hair, and was terrific looking on her. Her dark but brassy red hair was done up in tight rolls across her head with large, fluffy soft curls on the top and back. She wore a very narrow slightly-red cloth necklace with a small, red semi-opaque oval jewel hanging in her cleavage. Set in her belly-button was a matching jewel instead of a metal piercing. Her earlobes had the tiniest little black studs. She had on sheer black stockings with a wide, dark-black lacey elastic band at the top and no garter. I don't know how the stockings stayed up her sleek thighs, but they did. On her feet were six-inch spiked shiny black stiletto pumps. Her toenails and fingernails were painted in a glossy white French manicure. Her face was decorated beautifully with barely-noticeable blusher; very light eye-liner; brows filled in delicately, and a subdued reddish shadow blended on her lids. Her lips were glossed with a red that was bright but subtle at the same time, and matched her top and skirt beautifully. I kept looking her slowly up and down, my mouth hanging open, and exciting little quivers ran up and down my spine. Mandy let me admire her for several seconds before she laughed. "Come on, baby doll!" she said. "Close your mouth, or you'll catch flies instead of cocks." I started laughing too; I couldn't help but laugh at her joke and it broke the spell her sexy look had cast over me. Some of my nervousness left me. "Oh god, Mandy! You're so sexy! When I saw you, I almost wished I was a boy so I could be with you!" "Oh babe, you don't have to be a boy to be with me! You know that already." She wrapped her arms around me, then pulled back and kissed me. I pulled her close to me, and felt her warm skin between her top and skirt, and got crazy enough to slip a hand over her bottom to pull up her skirt a little. She definitely wasn't wearing panties, not even a thong or g-string. I moaned when I discovered that so she had no trouble pushing her tongue into my mouth, and I suckled on it like it was a warm, wet slippery little cock. She slowly, agonizingly pulled her tongue from my mouth, sliding her hands up and down my back, squeezing my bottom. When she pulled back she slapped both of my bottom cheeks hard and then took me by the hand. "Come on, Joanne, we gotta get you into your party clothes." I was overwhelmed with feelings of lust, desire, and jealousy for Mandy's sexiness. On my bed, I saw clothes already laid out. They were an almost exact duplicate outfit of hers, except it was pink with white accents. "Oh, wow!" I picked up the sheer white stockings and rubbed them against my face. I closed my eyes and moaned with the delightful sensations that flowed through me. "You like?" she asked? I turned to her and smiled. "You know how much I love pink! I am so very happy! I just can't believe how wonderfully nice you've been to me. I totally love this outfit and can't wait to wear it!" "Well, let's get you dressed then!" "Rosalyn said that there'll be adults at the party," I said. "I had no idea." "Joanne, honey, please don't tell me you're thinking like a little girl again." She slid her hands up and down my sides to comfort me. "I'm not a 'kid' and neither are you, not anymore. Yes, there will be adults here. They're cool, and they don't care how young we are." She paused, and whispered into my ear. "And some of them like it that way." I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi-truck. "What?" was all that I could push out from my tight throat. She looked at me for a few seconds before she smiled. "You're a well- fucked cocking-sucking slut but you're still so damn innocent, in some crazy way. The guys are gonna stay rock-hard the whole night just being in the same room with you. Mom'll love that." She sighed, and giggled, and held me in her arms for a few minutes. She let go of me and walked over to her vanity table. I watched her ass sway in her tall heels in silence. I was beginning to understand what Mandy was saying, and I was both terrified and titillated at the same time. Mandy picked up a tall, wide glass that sat on my vanity filled with what looked like coke and ice, but I knew wasn't, and she drank from it. I watched her throat pulse as she kept drinking and drinking. When she set the empty glass down, she gasped and then took a deep breath: "Joanne, sweetie, listen to me very carefully, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once: these get-togethers are about one thing and one thing only: sex, sex, and more sex. We're gonna have sex with anyone that wants us, in any way they want us to, whether we want it or not. That's our purpose, and you know that. We're gonna be with guys, with men, and we're gonna be the only so-called *kids* here the entire day. So! What do you want to do? Do ya wanna get dressed? Or do ya wanna go home?" I got dressed. *** *** *** I looked at the little girl in the mirror and I saw a vision of hot, sexy slut and bubble-gum girly-innocence. And that girl was me! From my teased and sprayed light-brown hair to my brightly pink painted fingers and toes: I was sultry and feminine and I loved it all. The pink and white tube-top made my breasts almost disappear, though you could still see my gently-rounded mounds, compressed tightly against my chest, and the soft colors almost masked their shape. Around my neck was a thin, white ribbon necklace with a semi-transparent oval pink jewel that sparkled when I moved. The skirt was low on my hips, but a bit longer than Mandy's, coming down just far enough to cover my otherwise naked bubbly bottom. I was grateful for that because it also covered my naked little clitty bobbing around underneath, though it was so small it didn't poke out. But I knew that if I bent over, or sat ungracefully, I would be exposed, and that thought both scared and excited me. When I confessed my fears to Mandy, she just laughed. "Sweetie, everyone already knows about your 'special treat'," as she sometimes called my clitty, "and some of them can't wait to taste it." I felt delicious shivers of delight course through me when she said that. I smiled to my reflection and hoped she was right. My lips were a bow- shaped glossy pink that promised a soft, warm welcome to whatever they might encounter. My eyes were surrounded by such spider-thin liner that you could hardly notice it unless you looked for it, but it opened my eyes up beautifully; it had taken Mandy almost twenty minutes alone to apply it. My lashes were long and black whispery tendrils; combined with my hardly-noticeable thin, arched brows, I had a wide-eyed look of innocent surprise that contrasted sharply with my scantily-clad body. My lightly-shadowed pink eyelids only emphasized my girlish image. My earlobes were pierced by tiny little shiny white studs. Around my left wrist were three white plastic bangles. My small feet were encased in four-inch, open-toed white heels with delicate ankle straps. I proudly wore my fairy girl piercing that had become second-nature to me. I turned slightly to admire the shape of my bottom and my pretty tattoo on my lower back. "You're gonna drive 'em all crazy, babe," Mandy said from beside me. Our looks contrasted so sharply. There was nothing in her red and black style that said 'little girl; she was total sex and she looked wonderful. My soft pinks and whites proclaimed girlish innocence but underneath was a husky whisper of sexual promise. "I hope so," I replied. I just couldn't stop admiring myself in the mirror. "Well, let's go find out." She gently turned me around by the hips to face her. She looked deeply into my eyes and I felt like she was looking inside my soul. "Just remember what I said: everyone here already knows about you. They're all okay with it, or they really like it; otherwise, they wouldn't be here. So just relax, go with the flow, be your precious, wonderful self -- and have fun! Okay?" "Okay!" I tried to sound cheery, even though I still felt a little nervous. I was a lot more nervous with what she said next. "Now, I'm gonna go down first, you stay up here and wait a couple minutes." I'm sure my face betrayed my fears. "Don't worry, Joanne! Mom wants you to make an entrance on your own, 'kay?" I nodded. "Great! See you downstairs, doll baby." She gave me a tiny peck on my cheek near my ear, walked over and opened the door, and strutted out in her spiked heels, her beautiful ass swinging from side-to-side. She gave me a smiling glance before disappearing down the hall. While we'd been getting me ready, the guests had arrived. I stood there a moment listening to the voices I could hear, but not understand, from downstairs now that the door was open. After a minute or so the voices got suddenly quiet, and I realized they were probably waiting for me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, opened my eyes and stepped slowly into the hallway. My steps were only slightly unsteady, but not because of the height of the heels, but only because I was nervous. When I arrived at the top of the stairs I looked down to see a group of brightly smiling faces looking up at me. There seemed to be mostly men, of various looks, builds and ages. There was only one woman I didn't know, and she was dressed as sexy as I felt, but in much more adult- looking clothes. In the center of the crowd, dressed in a tight, navy- blue miniskirt, a sheer white layered blouse with a lace bandeau top, sheer seamed black stockings, and black six-inch platform-soled heels, was Rosalyn. Her fiery red hair was piled high on her head in loose curls. Her makeup, as always, was perfect, and gave her a sultry vixen look that screamed sex. She was standing next to Mandy, and they were both beaming smiles. Mandy nodded to me and motioned with her hand at her side that I should come down. I looked around at the others. One of the men was whispering to another standing beside him while looking at me with a lust-filled look I'd come to treasure. I took another deep breath and carefully stepped down, one step a time, my hips turned slightly to the inside of the stairs, one hand sliding down the smooth, wide banister, the other held daintily out to keep my balance. "Oh, God, Roz! She's a doll! Where did you find her?" the unknown woman asked. "She's one of Mandy's friends from school," Rosalyn answered. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, she took me into her arms "Oh, Joanne! You do look absolutely precious! Welcome!" She gave me a light peck on the cheek that I returned with one of my own. I smiled at her with all the love I felt for her. "Thank you!" I said. I felt so alive, and so wanted, then, more than I'd ever felt. "Let me introduce you to everyone, honey," she said. "This is Jim," Rosalyn said, her hand resting on the broad shoulders of a well-built young-looking man with sandy-blonde hair and soft hazel eyes. I could see that he was tall as he moved to stand in front of me. I felt little flutters float up from my tummy as I admired his handsome, masculine face. "Welcome to our little party, Joanne," he said. His voice was deep and resonant. His eyes were looking into mine as he took my hand. When his fingers slide across my palm I felt my nipples tingle furiously. "Thank you, Jim," I said, pitching my voice into the same suggestive tones I used on the boys at school to tease them. But I wasn't trying to tease Jim. I was starting to like him. He released my hand and moved aside to allow a short, slender but curvy young woman be introduced. "And this is my sweet Janice," Rosalyn said, referring to a tiny little Asian girl. She was almost as short as I was, but her body was completely a woman's: generous, firm-looking breasts, a tiny waist, and rounded hips. Her raven-black hair was cut in a short page-boy bob that curled just under her chin with long bangs down to her delicate, arched brows. Her dark eyes shone along with her smile; her lips were glossed with the same glittering shade of burgundy as the sequined strapless short dress that hugged her voluptuous figure like a second skin. "Hello, Joanne," she said, her high voice lilting and musical, "that outfit looks great on you, sweetie! Wherever did you get it? And that piercing is just so darling." "Thank you, Janice! This was a gift from Mandy," I said with a giggle, looking at Mandy. She stood next to me so I was between her and Rosalyn. "My, what a contrast," Jenny said. "Very nice job, Mandy." "Thanks, Jan," Mandy replied. She gave me a quick hug, and left her hand on my bottom, lightly caressing it. "Say hello to Frank," Rosalyn said. A short, slender man, with light brown hair and gentle brown eyes, looked at me then with such obvious lust I tingled all over. He was the one that had been whispering to another man as I descended the stairs. If my tube-top wasn't so tight I'm sure my nipples would have been poking out. They sure tried. He smiled at me and I had a strong urge to fly into his arms. But I just smiled. "Very nice to meet you, Joanne," he said. His voice was surprisingly deep for a man of such a slight build, though he was well-proportioned. My hand still tingled from the gentle squeeze he gave it before letting go. "Nice to meet you, too, Frank," I said. I was sure my voice betrayed my feelings, because he chuckled to himself as he stepped aside. "This is my good friend, Pete," Rosalyn said, breaking my reverie of watching Frank. Pete was also short, a little taller than Frank, but really well-built, with hairy strong-looking arms and a very muscly chest under the t-shirt he wore. His black, curly hair was speckled with grey, but his manly face was unlined. He was the man Frank had been whispering to. "Hello, Joanne," he said. "Welcome." Unlike Frank, Pete's voice contrasted with his masculine body: it was a soft, husky tenor but it sounded just fine to me. "Hello, Pete, thank you," I responded. His hand was rough and calloused and, unlike Frank, the squeeze he gave mine was strong and lasted several seconds. He looked at me as he did it, just staring into my eyes. I felt like he was taking possession of me and I liked the feeling, a lot. I kept smiling at him until he let me go. "And this is John." Rosalyn referred to a bear of a man, tall, barrel- chested, bearded and mustached, but with a shaven bald smooth head, and big, round brown eyes. He had both ears pierced with tiny gold hoops, like a pirate. He was so muscly and manly I felt very intimidated and knew he could break me half if he wanted. But all those worries disappeared when he spoke. "You're such a pretty girl, Joanne," he said. He took my little hand in both of his and he gently brought it to his mouth and kissed a knuckle, like we were in some old movie. His voice was deep, and strong, but sounded so tender and I no longer felt afraid, I felt only admired and safe. With John I knew I would never have anything to fear, from anyone. "Thank you, John," I said, "you're very nice-looking, too." I giggled when I realized how silly I sounded. I felt Mandy squeeze my bottom a little, and then pat it softly. "This is Bill," said Rosalyn. He was a tall black man, well over six feet. He had a solid, well-muscled frame, a gliding grace as he moved towards me, and an air of confidence that made me realize he was a natural leader. He had smooth brown skin and close-cropped black hair, and the most amazing eyes I'd ever seen on anyone: not blue, not brown, not green, but something in between them all. I was drawn to them somehow, and I liked them a lot. His toothy grin when he looked at me was like Mandy's: you couldn't help but smile in return, and of course I did, and giggled like the silly girl I felt like in his ultra-masculine presence. "Hello, sweet little Joanne," he said. His voice was like him: masculine and confident, like he knew exactly who he was and exactly what he wanted, and with the way he was looking at me as we shook hands I was sure it was me, right then. I knew I would give myself to him, too, if he did want me. "Hello, Bill," I said. His hand was warm and soft, and he didn't seem to want to let go. "So nice to meet you, sir," I said. I couldn't help but add the 'sir'. He chuckled and looked at Rosalyn. "Such a polite little one," he said. Rosalyn smiled at him and Mandy caressed my hip. "Yes, quite the little sub from what Mandy has told me," she said. I tingled all over though I didn't really follow what they were talking about. Bills eyes got big and he smiled and squeezed my hand. "How nice," he said. "I like that from little white chicks." He nodded to Rosalyn. "Very good, Roz," he said. "And finally, here's Markie," Rosalyn said. She gestured to a small man who was no taller than Mandy, with long, full blonde hair down past his shoulders, with crystal blue eyes and a delicate, almost feminine face. He had a tiny button nose, a narrow chin, a gentle jaw-line and both of his ears were doubly-pierced, with the lower holes containing little silver loops and the upper holes pierced with shiny diamond studs. He wore tightly-fitted grey pants and a blue, button-down silk shirt. His shoes must've been for a girl, because they had two-inch heels and were brightly shining patent-leather. I finally realized, from looking at him, what a true sissy looked like. And yet he was confident, and not ashamed, as I had once been, before I became a girl. "Hello, Joanne," he said in a soft alto voice that exuded femininity. "I'm so happy to finally meet the gorgeous girl Rosalyn has told me of." We shook hands like ladies, with just our fingertips holding each other. He squeezed my fingers and smiled. "I can't wait to get to know you better." I felt a flutter go through me. Here was a man who looked, sounded and acted almost like a girl, but didn't dress like one. I was totally at ease, and for some reason I envied him. I remembered how I'd felt when I'd pretended to be a boy; the fear, the shame, the knowledge that I wasn't anything remotely masculine. And yet Markie didn't seem to care. He seemed totally at ease, and accepted who and what he was. I idly wondered whether he liked girls, boys, or something in between like me. "I'm so happy to meet you, honey," he said. He smiled when he said that. He gave my fingers another squeeze. *** *** *** "So, how do you like the party so far, babe?" Mandy asked me. She took a bite of her barbequed burger and smiled. The other guests were seated at various places around the pool area, chatting and eating their lunch of burgers or hot dogs, various kinds of salad, and sipping drinks. Everyone was so beautiful and sexy, and they seemed so happy. Every once in a while they would look at me and smile with their eyes twinkling. I had a twinge of feeling out of place until I remembered how I looked in the mirrors of my bedroom before coming down to be introduced. "It's nice," I said lamely. "I'm a little nervous, though. We're the only teenagers here." She swallowed and licked her lips. "That's not true," she said. "Janice is only nineteen. Besides: so what?" She really didn't seem to think there was anything wrong. I sort of knew what was going to happen later, and I felt sure Mandy knew the same, but she was totally at ease with it. I decided to be as blunt as she seemed to expect. I kept my voice low, even so. "So, we're gonna have sex with adults?" I asked. She just looked at me for a minute while I chewed the bite of hot dog I'd taken after I'd asked her. She smiled and took a sip of her drink. "Yes, we are, doll," she replied with the same low voice. "That's why we're here. These people love sex as much as we do, and they like it with each other as much as they do with girls like me and you. I told you that's what these parties are about, didn't I? Don't worry, Joanne, you'll love it!" She took a forkful of macaroni salad into her mouth as sexily as she could, licking her lips like they were covered with cum. I couldn't help but giggle at her. I took another bite of my hot dog, and we just looked at each other while we ate. I started to realize that only my old, little girl self had any doubts about what this party was about. My new-found sense of service, the sense that I existed to pleasure others, that I would find joy in giving myself, was excited by the idea of what I'd be doing later, and my imagination only added fuel to the building lust and joy that I felt envelop me. I looked around at the other people there with a new interest. I looked at the men and wondered what their cum would taste like, what their cocks would feel like as they fucked me senseless. And I looked at Janice and tingled at the imagined taste of her nectar, of how it would feel to lap at her pussy like a little kitten, the way I did with my darling Mandy. I felt my nipples stiffen and then I looked back to Mandy and smiled. She could see the change in my attitude, as I sat up straighter and held my head high. "Why are we wasting time with food, then?" I asked her with a laugh. She laughed along with me and I tingled at the sound of it. "We'll need our strength, you silly girl," she said. "Before and after." She gestured at my drink on the low little table next to me. "Drink up," she said. I obediently took a sip of my drink. I could taste the alcohol in it, and another bitter aftertaste I didn't like, but I drank a deep swallow anyway. I looked around and I saw that the others were finished eating. Some were coupled on the loungers, lying close to each other, kissing and fondling each other. Others were standing as close, and doing the same. Rosalyn was in a deep, clustered kiss with the large, manly, barrel- chested John. His hands were tightly squeezing Rosalyn's bottom cheeks as they kissed. Jim was behind her and nuzzling his face into her beautiful bottom through her skirt. Markie seemed to be swooning into Pete's arms as Frank stood behind caressing both of them, and humping Markie's bottom. Bill and Janice were entwined on the pool deck, kissing and caressing each other; their difference in body size didn't seem to matter. I suddenly realized that the only ones left out were me and Mandy. I looked at her longingly, and I felt a tingle flow through me at her beauty and her sexiness. I swallowed the last of my drink in one long, swallow-filled gulp and put my half-eaten lunch on the table next to me. Mandy put the last fork-full of her salad into her mouth and looked at me. I stood up with a sudden decision and took off my tiny skirt and top, slipped off my heels, and slid my stockings down my legs. I took my necklace from around my neck and dropped it on my pile of clothes. I was naked except for my jewelry. I looked at Mandy for a moment with a smile I hoped was as wicked as I felt, and fingered my fairy-girl piercing. I suddenly ran for the pool, and took an arching dive into the body-warm water. I felt the splash and the wonderful caress of the water over my skin as I swam to the other end of the pool. When I got to the shallow end and surfaced, I turned around to see Mandy breast-stroking towards me. From what I could see she'd also stripped and I watched as she got nearer. I squatted shoulder deep in the water, and we looked into each other's eyes as she approached. She swam up to me and wrapped her arms around me. I felt the warmth of our bodies as our skin touched, and slid my arms around her waist. I looked up to her, and felt my love for her flow through me. "Please kiss me," I said helplessly. "Please love me." I felt so much joy at being so close to her I felt like crying. Without a word she held the back of my head with one hand and pressed our lips together. I suckled wantonly on her tongue, and moaned as we kissed. Her other hand found my bottom, and tightly squeezed a cheek. I whimpered into our kiss as her hand moved to allow a gently probing of my pussy hole by her finger. She just kept sliding her finger back and forth across my opening as we kissed. I so wished she would push her entire arm into me, as I felt the desperate need to be fucked fill me. Suddenly I felt another pair of hands slide over my body. I whimpered as I felt the touch of hands on my clitty and on my breasts. The hands were rough and large, and so I knew they were the hands of a man, and when I opened my eyes and turned my head to look over my shoulder I wasn't at all surprised to see that beast of a man, John. I felt the tickle of his hairy chest against my back. Only dimly was I aware that Mandy had let go her hug of me, and I felt a gentle kiss on the side of my neck. I heard her whisper "Enjoy" as her hands left me and I turned to face the mountainous bear of a man before me. My head barely reached the height of his nipples. I felt dwarfed by him, and yet I felt a strange feeling of release as he pulled me into a tighter embrace. I knew instinctively that he wouldn't hurt me; his powerful, manly presence spoke of a confidence, of a care-free attitude, that would accept whatever outcome, and knowing it would be in his favor, always. He was a man, and I felt as drawn to him in my soul as I did in my body. I felt his huge cock harden against me. I snuggled closer to him and rubbed my tummy against his hardness. He felt even longer than Bob and I tingled all over at the thought of pleasuring John's cock, and of it entering me, and filling me with its glorious seed. "You're the sexiest little girl I've ever seen," John said breathlessly. "I want you so bad." I felt an overwhelming need to submit to a man at that moment. I was tingling all over from the touch of his hands, and his cock, and I nearly jumped up and down from the joyful submission I felt flow through me. I realized then that I was submitting to a real man, not a boy, not a girl, a real man, an even more masculine man than Daddy, and I knew instinctively that the path to my own happiness lay through men. I had only one response to John. I pressed him tighter to myself. "Make me your girl!" I said. He smiled and grabbed my bottom cheeks to lift me out of the water until our eyes were level. I felt my body slide against his, and tingled at the feeling of his hairy, masculine skin sliding over my delicate, hairless body. He didn't seem at all bothered as my clitty pressed against his tummy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine. When he kissed me I automatically parted my lips and suckled on his tongue. I whimpered as I felt him squeeze my bottom cheeks. I could feel his wonderfully huge cock stiffen under my crotch. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist. We kept kissing and I was getting breathless with anticipation. He pulled his face away and looked at me. "You're so hot, baby. I gotta to have you. Now." "I have a room upstairs," I said softly. "Please take me, John. Please?!" I begged him. He lifted me up and cradled me in his strong arms, one under my back, and the other under my legs. He walked over to the steps leading out of the pool, and he carried me into the house and up the stairs. We dripped water all the way but I didn't care. I had eyes only for his handsome face. We stared into each others eyes, except for when he had to find his way to my room. The door was open, of course, but after he gently laid me onto my bed he closed it. I looked at him with my legs and arms spread wide and in the air. I wanted him so badly! I wanted to feel his beautiful cock inside me. John wasted no time with our common goal. He took the tube of lubricant on the nightstand and slathered it all over his cock. He then got onto the bed on his knees and started to lube me up. His fingers felt so good as they pushed the lube into me, and around my hole. I started to whimper and moan, and I grabbed my little breasts and squeezed and caressed them. I could feel my clitty begin to stiffen and when it did John caressed and squeezed it with his fingers. I was so horny then, and I so much wanted him, I couldn't help but cry out with need. "Fuck me, John, please fuck me!" I moaned. "Oh, yeah, baby girl," he said gruffly. "I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop." With that he tossed the tube of lubricant aside and slipped his hand out of my gaping pussy hole. He grabbed me around the waist and with no effort flipped me over onto my tummy. I felt so good being controlled. I put my arms up around my head and raised my bottom into the air. I wiggled it around invitingly. He slapped my bottom and hips with stinging swats and laughed. I giggled and whimpered. "Roz was right, you really are a slut," he said with a laugh. "Am I your first?" "You're my first real man," I replied with a moan. "I've been with boys but I need a man. A strong man, a man like you." "Well, you're gonna get me, you little cunt," he said. It was at that moment I recognized his voice. He was the man that had answered the phone that first night I'd called Mandy. I tingled at the wonder of whether he'd been there for Rosalyn or for Mandy. "Fuck your cunt!" I begged. "Fuck me, please, I exist for you, for you darling John!" I knew I probably sounded ridiculous, but I couldn't help it. I needed to serve, to give pleasure, to give myself up to a man and so find my own joy. Without another word he scooted up and pressed the tip of his cock against my opening. I closed my eyes and let myself feel those delightful feelings of yearning and submission, of giving, of opening myself to another. I felt my rosebud sliding open a tiny fraction against his cockhead, and closing again. I heard John breathe out a moan as we touched each other. He grabbed me by the hips and I felt a tingle pass through me as I knew then that I would finally be fucked by a man. I could feel John's hard cock press against my willing opening, harder and harder, until he pushed inside. I moaned as I felt him opening me, and thankful for all the practice I'd done, alone or with Mandy. I so wished at that moment that she was there to guide me and encourage me. But the pain was insistent as he pushed more of his cock into my accepting opening. He was at least as big as any of the toys I'd played with, and yet so much better. His cock was warm, hard and softer than any plastic dildo. I moaned with the mixture of pleasure and pain as he pushed himself into me, slowly, tantalizingly; I enjoyed every moment of my first real fucking. When he was all the way in, I could feel his hairy balls tickling me, and his cockhead pressing against that special place in me that sent pulsing tingles of pleasure through my entire body. I just laid there panting and moaning. When he started to slowly slide out of me, I cried out in pleasure. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" "Oh baby girl, you're so tight, so hot," I heard him say, his manly voice a little breathless. "Oh, that's nice!" he said when I concentrated on clenching my pussy around his wonderful cock as he slid out of me. When his cockhead was nearly out I released and he automatically pushed back into me, a little faster that time. We quickly got into a rhythm of him pushing in and out faster and faster, my ass clenching on him as he slid out and opening to him as he pushed back in. I whimpered and gasped each time he was fully in me, and pressed harder and harder on that magic button of pleasure inside me as his pace quickened. I felt his strong, taught body bend over my back, and he took one of my breasts in one hand and with the other grabbed my clitty roughly and held on as he pumped in and out of me. I felt him pull me closer with the sheer strength of his arm until my arms dangled below me. I held each of my hands over his as we moved closer and closer to our mutual release of joyful explosions of pleasure. "Here it comes, little cunt. Gonna fill you up, little bitch!" His voice was breathy and rasping with his pleasure. I laughed and felt myself overcome with the pleasure of his cock, his manhood filling me up with his wonderful cum. The tingling pleasure was about to overwhelm me when he started pushing in and out harder and faster, his crotch slamming into my bottom. I heard the slapping of our flesh, and felt his balls swinging against me. I couldn't help but smile, and I started to giggle and laugh as I realized he was about to cum. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I said to him. And with that he moaned out and I felt his cock swell up inside me and start to pump his cum into me. I was pushed over my own edge and my clitty spasmed in John's hand, and the tingling, icy-fiery hot pleasure exploded out from my ass and my clitty through my entire body. My nipples were on fire, and sent tingling waves of pleasure that mixed with the waves flowing up from my ass and crotch and I almost passed out from the pure orgasmic release that filled me. At the center was John's cock, spewing his manly juices into me, yet slowing in its push into and out of my body. Even as we both started to come back down from the high of our orgasms he kept sliding in and out of me, slower and slower, until he finally stopped, still hard, and still fully inside me. He was holding me against him, kneeling upright up on my bed. My hands still held his over my breast and my crotch, my legs dangled below us. It was the most wonderful orgasm I'd ever had. And I wanted it again and again. After our breathing calmed down, his cock softened and he lowered me with his powerful arms to the bed. When his cock slid out of me I felt that terrible yet wonderful feeling of empty yearning to be filled. I laid on my bed in a daze and, as I felt John get up and stand beside me, I just closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of his cum slowly dribbling out of my ass. John leaned over and kissed me gently on my cheek. "You're a great fuck, baby," he said. "I've been wanting to do you since Roz told me about you." I smiled and felt a tingling sense of joy envelop me that I was able to please a real man. I turned my head and looked into his eyes so close to mine. I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Thanks, John," I said. "Your cock felt so great!" I laid my head back down and smiled at him. "See you back downstairs?" he asked as he wiped himself with a small towel he took from a short stack of them beside the bed in various colors that I hadn't noticed was there. "Sure," I said dreamily. "Be back down in a couple minutes." I knew I'd have to get a tampon to keep John's cum from dribbling out all over my legs, and I had to fix my makeup and hair. I wondered how I would go back downstairs without any clothes on, since I'd left my skimpy outfit down at the poolside. But that could wait. I felt so much happiness and fulfillment that I'd been able to take such a huge cock inside me. "Later, doll," John said. He walked out as naked as we'd entered my room, and I then realized that I wouldn't need clothes for the party anymore. Everyone had seen me jump into the pool naked, and be carried away by a naked John, so what difference would me wearing next to nothing make anyway? I giggled to myself, and tingled all over in laughter at the freedom I felt: freedom from clothes, freedom from guilt, freedom from worrying about the future. With the strength I felt from that freedom I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom in the hall. I closed the door and sat on the toilet until John's cum seemed to have finished dripping into the bowl. I got up and wiped myself clean and then went back to my room to touch up my makeup and hair. *** *** *** When I got back to the pool area I saw that the party was going even stronger than when I'd left. Pete was on his back on a mat on the pool deck, his legs lifted over Markie's shoulders as Markie fucked him, with Frank impaling Markie's own ass. They seemed in a perfect rhythm and I realized they weren't strangers and had made love like that before. They were so cute, and I could hear their cooing and trembling moans and whimpers clearly. Bill's face was planted firmly between Janice's widely-spread legs, licking and kissing her pussy, his long, thick tongue thrusting in and out of her like a wriggly cock. His own wondrously large, dark brown cock was hard as a rock, and Mandy's mouth was all over it, her delicate body thrust out between his legs beneath him. John was on his back on a recliner on the other side of the pool, while Jim was vigorously sucking his cock. I envied Jim the privilege. I could see Rosalyn, completely naked, her legs spread wide, and laying on the recliner I'd last seen her on before John took me. She smiled and motioned me over. I tried to walk as sexy as I could to her. She smiled and laughed. "You're getting better and better at that, sweetie," she said when I stood by her side, my hips cocked to one side, a leg slightly spread. I felt a last lingering drop of John's cum squeeze out of me. Without a thought I reached behind and slipped a finger into me and brought a glazed tip to my lips and sucked. Rosalyn laughed again. "Want some more?" she asked. She raised her eyebrows and fingered her pussy. I knew what she meant, and I wanted it more than anything. I smiled at her. She was so beautiful and sexy, and her glistening pussy lips were so inviting. My mind flashed briefly back to the first time I'd seen her. I remembered the awe I felt at her superior womanhood, her beauty, her sexiness, and how much I'd wanted to worship her. And now I would get to. I eagerly laid down on the recliner and scooted up so my face was only inches from her pussy. I could smell the sharp, tangy fragrance of a man's cum mixed with her musky, sweet divine fragrance of woman. I took a deep breath with my nose just nestled between her lips and let it out slowly through my mouth, breathing in and out for a moment to fill my senses with her. I caressed her thighs close to her pussy and leaned forward to kiss her wonderful, hot pink, swollen lips. I slipped my tongue between her lips and kissed her again. She tasted so wonderful. I could already taste the difference between her and Mandy's sweet pussy. While Mandy had always tasted of pure girl, Rosalyn tasted of both woman and man, and I loved it. My kisses and licks became more fervent with each passing second. I pushed my lips and tongue into her as far as I could as I licked her from bottom to top. I felt my tongue rub against her stiffening clitty and heard Rosalyn gasp and moan, so I knew I was doing well. I started to lap and lick at her clitty, my tongue flicking and slathering all over it, and when I kissed it and suckled on it like a tiny little cock, Rosalyn whimpered and cried out my name. I tingled all over, from my stiff nipples to my tingling pussy, with the knowledge that I was bringing a woman pleasure. I sucked even harder then, licking furiously around her little stiffness, until I felt wetness against my chin, and licked my way down until I tasted the wonderful taste of a man's cum as her pussy spasmed around my tongue and forced it out of her. It was mixed with some of her own delicious sweetness and the mingled nectar tasted better than either of their cums alone. I lapped up the cream she gave me until it was gone, and then got serious in giving Rosalyn the pleasure she deserved. I licked and kissed and tongued my way up and down her pussy, lingering on her clitty, and suckling it again. I could feel her tensing up as I loved her with my mouth, and when she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her, I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could, and licked and slid it in and out, as quickly as I could. When I resumed suckling on her clitty it was longer than I thought it could be and I wrapped my lips around its little bitty hardness, and let my tongue dance against it. It was then that Rosalyn finally let herself go, and I could feel her pussy spasm against my chin, and her wetness squirting out of her. She cried out again and I felt so happy that I'd been able to help her feel the joy she was feeling. When she let go of my head I quickly moved my face to lap up her juicy offering. I nearly swooned at the taste of her, so like the sweetness of Mandy, yet fuller and stronger, with still a hint of manly cum. I loved every droplet she offered to me. I was still licking and lapping at her gently when she'd calmed enough to speak. "Oh, Joanne, Mandy was right," she said. Her hand gently curled my hair around her fingers. "You're a natural." She breathed in deeply and sighed. I heard her mumble something about a 'fortune' but I didn't care. I was still kissing and licking at her pussy. Finally she sat up, reached a hand to cup me by the chin and pulled my face away. "Enough, my precious little hussy," she said. "Enough for now." I looked up to her and smiled. I licked my lips. "Thank you for letting me taste you, and the man you had," I said. My feelings for Rosalyn gushed forth. "I love you!" "Oh, baby girl, I love you, too," she said. "Why don't we go fix our faces and get something to drink?" she asked. I nodded my head and we got up. I looked around the pool area and, though the positions had changed a little, the couplings were still the same. I somehow knew that wouldn't last and smiled. I glanced over to where Mandy was and her face was covered in Bill's cum, and yet she was still savoring his huge, hard black cock as though it'd never gone soft. Such a lucky girl, I thought. I let Rosalyn take me by the hand and lead me upstairs. We walked right past the hallway bathroom and she opened one of the double doors to her room. I was thrilled with the idea of entering her inner sanctum, and I was not disappointed. The room was a delightful feminine paradise. The colors tended towards rich golds and burgundies, with slightly reddish beige accents, and lacey trims. Her king-sized four-poster canopy bed was covered in sheer, gauzy curtains, her dressers were both large and mirrored, and covered with jewelry, some in boxes, some in seeming disarray. Her vanity was wide, with a long comfortable-looking bench, and the top covered with various articles of makeup, cleansers, and moisturizers. She led me to a door to one side and we entered a large, expansive bathroom. In there the colors were light, but still in various shades of light and dark burgundy with gold trim. It was quite bright, though, with overhead lighting, and large bulbs around the mirror. There was a large, sunken tub at the end that could easily have fit five or six people. On the other end was a walk-in shower with enough lengthy heads to cover the several people that could fit inside from head to foot in the shower spray. In between was a wide counter with three sinks and faucets, one counter surrounded by the usual toothbrush, cup, mouthwash bottle, soap dish, hand soap, hand lotion and so on. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "Your rooms are just so beautiful, Rosalyn!" On one wall were several towel racks with plush face and body towels in various colors. I was instinctively drawn to a very large fluffy pink bath towel and lightly ran my hand where it looped over the rack. "Mmm ... so soft," I said. Rosalyn chuckled. "Mandy told me how much you love pink." She motioned me over to the used part of her counter. "Come on, honey, let's get washed up so we can re-do our faces." I obediently went over to her and after a few moments our faces were fresh and clean. Just like Mandy, Rosalyn's face was still as beautiful, and those few age-lines that had been concealed by her makeup only added to the allure I felt for her. I reached for the moisturizer on the counter but she stopped me. "Here, let me, baby," she said. She squeezed some drops onto her fingers. I closed my eyes and reached out to hold her by her hips as she massaged the lotion into my face. It felt so nice being pampered by her. "You're so beautiful," she said. "So young and sweet, so giving." I opened my eyes as her fingers slid down my cheeks. "It's no wonder my guests went so crazy for you." I giggled. "Well, one of them, anyway," said. Rosalyn laughed and draped her arms over my shoulders and around my neck. "Oh, how can you still be such an innocent?" she asked. She took a finger and pressed it to my lips as I was about to protest being anything but innocent anymore. "Yes, in some ways you are, sweetie. You didn't see the way that they looked at you, like wolves at a precious little lamb, but I saw." She slid her hands down my body, across my breasts, and gently fingered my clitty. "And they just love that you have those little titties, and still have this little thing." I giggled again. Her touch was sending tingles through me and I couldn't help but look down from her face to her large, slightly sagging breasts with her delicious- looking nipples, to her taught, flat tummy, and to her crotch. I looked back up to her and smiled. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so womanly. "But I don't want that thing," I said. "I want a vagina like you and Mandy." It no longer hurt to acknowledge that fact, but it was becoming truer every time I had sex. She gave it a little squeeze and then let it go. She took me by the hand and we walked out to sit next to each other at her vanity. "I know, Joanne," she said as we walked. "I know. Mandy's told me. And you'll be like us one day, don't worry. Just don't fret about it for now, okay?" I nodded slowly to her reflection when we sat down. "It still feels good, doesn't it?" she asked. "Oh, yes!" I answered. "Even when you were just touching it in the bathroom I started to get tingly." Rosalyn picked up a brush from the vanity. "Turn around, baby," she said. I turned in the seat, one leg crossed under me, with my back to her. She started brushing through my hair. "Just relax about your little clitty, Joanne. It feels good, and it'll feel even better when the doctors fix it up into a sweet little pussy for you, baby," she cooed to me. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, feeling the sensual strokes of the brush bristles against my scalp. I pictured myself with a pussy like Mandy's, soft, and wet and tight, and ready for cock. "Just relax, sweetie. Just let go and relax. You're going to love you new life, I promise." I already loved my life, so I didn't know what she meant by a 'new' one, but I didn't care. I did as she said and just relaxed. She kept brushing my hair and talking to me, about relaxing and accepting, and it sounded so good, and felt good. I felt her scoot up behind me with her legs on either side. I felt her breasts touching my back and her crotch pressing against my bottom. I was feeling so, so good, and I did finally relax. She stopped brushing my hair and I leaned back into her arms. All the while she was stroking my skin softly, and whispering things to me. I was feeling so tingly all over and yet so sleepy, I didn't hear everything, but what I heard sounded wonderful. *** *** *** I don't know how long Rosalyn held me like that, but I woke up to the feeling of her kissing the side of my neck. "Wake up, sweetie," she whispered into my ear. Somehow I instantly fully awakened. I turned around in my seat and looked into her beautiful face. I felt so warm and comfortable in her arms, and so thrilled to be near her so I could serve her. I sat up and gently kissed her lips. "Let's get pretty again, baby," she said. We both turned and faced the mirror. I looked at my hair still shiny and full from Rosalyn's brushing. She quickly brushed her own hair while I sorted through her incredible collection of makeup to try and duplicate what Mandy had done for me. Very soon we were both looking as beautiful as we'd been at the start of the party. We smiled at each other's reflection and blew each other a kiss. We stood up and Rosalyn took me by the hand and we went back downstairs. It felt so incredibly good for my hand to be enclosed in hers. I felt almost like I belonged to her, and that thought sent tingles through me, and I could feel my nipples harden. When we got back to the poolside, the couplings seemed to have calmed down quite a bit. Markie was cuddled in Frank's arms as they sat together on a recliner. They were munching on some food and sipping drinks. Pete was laying on another recliner nearby with a light blanket over him. He seemed asleep. Bill and Janice were standing near the grill, chatting and sipping some drinks. John was doing some lazy laps in the pool. The only sex I could see going on was Mandy lying on her back on a recliner cushion, her legs wrapped around Jim as he fucked her with quick strokes of his long, thick cock. I felt so happy for Mandy getting to have sex with such a handsome, well-hung man. She saw me watching and waved with a laugh before Jim kissed her to silence. "Come on, Joanne," Rosalyn said with a tug on my hand. I turned away from watching Mandy and obediently followed Rosalyn over to the grill. We served ourselves a few little bites and chatted with the others around us while we ate. Rosalyn handed me a tall drink with what looked like iced tea, and I sipped at it. I could taste the alcohol in it, and that same strange bitter aftertaste that my first drink earlier had. For some reason I felt really thirsty then and drank most of it down. Soon, I felt a little dizzy and couldn't concentrate on anything for more than a few seconds at a time. But I didn't care. I felt so warm all over, and the colors I saw were so bright even though everything had a fuzzy edge to it. And everything the people said around me seemed funny. I kept trying to stop myself from giggling, but sometimes I couldn't help myself. I remember only brief snatches of the night after that. I do know that I had a lot of sex, with every one of the guests, and it was like a dream come true. Someone must've carried me up to my room, and I doubt if I left my bed the rest of the night, except maybe to go to the bathroom. Somehow more drinks found their way into my tummy, and I kept feeling that wonderful glow and stayed so horny no matter how much sex I had. And I didn't clean myself; I liked being a 'dirty girl' and I was. And they liked it, too. Janice taught me a way to rub my wriggly clitty against her pussy and that gave her a cummy, and she was nice enough to use a dildo on me so my cum leaked all over her pussy. I thanked her by licking up all our combined juices, and I could taste some man's cum in her, too, and my licking gave her another cummy, and I loved the taste. I remembered being with Markie, Frank and Pete for a long time. I thought it funny that of the three of them, femmy little Markie had the biggest cock. We sucked and fucked in every combination possible. Even I got to fuck them thanks to Mandy's strap-on. Jim was so tender and sweet, and he made sure I had a good cummy before he filled me with his own manly juices. Even that big, hairy bear John got to have me again. And it was a good thing that all the other men had a turn with me before Bill's huge black cock plowed into me; his cock was the one I'd always dreamed of: very long, at least nine inches, I guessed, and as thick around as the huge dildo that had helped me discover my yearning need to serve and give pleasure. That night I did, and I received. I only realized later that I didn't have sex with Rosalyn again, or with Mandy at all, but I wasn't disappointed; it was the best night of my life. I sucked so much cock that my lips were swollen and my jaw ached so much I begged Mandy for a pain pill, but instead she gave me another 'lude, and that made everything better. But the best part was the fact that by morning I wasn't hungry because my tummy was full of men's cum. My pussy was sore and dribbled so much of their cum I had to put a couple towels under me so the sheets wouldn't get stained after I went to sleep sometime after the sun came up. I felt completely used, and I loved it. *** *** *** I awoke to the feeling of tender kisses along my neck and shoulder, and a hand caressing my bottom. I was lying on my tummy. I flicked my eyes open slightly and then scrunched them closed again quickly as the bright sunlight stabbed into my head. "Uhgg!" was all I could manage to say and I groaned. I heard Mandy's gentle laughter. "Come on, babe," she said softly. "Time to get washed up and have some lunch before the cleaners get here." She squeezed my bottom and then gently swatted it. She got out of my bed. I had no desire to move, but I couldn't disobey Mandy, so I put a hand over my eyes and forced them open. It hurt again, but not as bad. I rolled over in bed and felt the dried, crusty cum between my bottom cheeks, and along my inner thighs. I looked down at my chest, and saw more dried cum, and felt it on my face. I really was a mess, but I sort of liked the feeling, and I started remembering some of the ways I'd gotten so dirty. Through the haze and pain in my head I chuckled to myself and smiled. I felt Mandy pull my hand away from my eyes after I got out of bed. "Here, sweets, take these," she said. There were four small white tablets in her hand, and a larger greenish one. I took them from her and swallowed them down with the water she gave me. I didn't bother asking what they were because at that moment I just didn't care. If Mandy told me to swallow something, then I would do it, and happily. By the time we finished a hot, soapy, kiss and lick and cum filled shower together, I was feeling like I could just float along. I felt no more pain, only warm, tingly pleasure and love. We both gave ourselves an enema and douched our respective pussies. I felt so close to her; we were more than sisters, we were closer than lovers. I felt like my life was joined to hers somehow, and I felt wonderful about it. Mandy and I went downstairs, naked as always, before our tender kissing and fondling got carried away. We fixed ourselves a light lunch of tuna sandwiches, diced cantaloupe melon and water. Rosalyn came down just as we finished, and without being told I made her the same lunch and served it to her. "Thanks, sweetie!" she said. She kissed me on the lips and caressed my bottom. Rosalyn was wearing a diaphanous blue and white lace-trimmed negligee and a matching robe but it seemed somehow proper that she be dressed while I was naked. I loved being naked anyway, and wished only that I could be this way out in the world, any time I wanted. I cleaned up the bit of the mess in the kitchen while Rosalyn ate. When I was finished I went to stand by her side. "Have a seat, honey," she said. I sat across the table from Mandy next to Rosalyn. Mandy and I just smiled at each other, silently, our feet playing with each other's under the table. Rosalyn pushed her sandwich plate away when she was done and I got up and cleaned things up. I felt so good to be doing things for her. I returned to my seat and smiled at her. "Did you like the party, Joanne?" My nipples hardened at the mere thought of it. "Oh, god, yes, Rosalyn! I loved it! It was so much fun and the sex was great. When is the next one? May I please come to another one?" I knew I was babbling but I didn't care. Even the idea of a chance to have that much sex again was thrilling. Rosalyn and Mandy both laughed. "I told you you'd love it, babe," Mandy said. She reached across the table and took my hands in hers. "You were made for parties like that," she said. "We both were." "Yes, Joanne, of course you can come to another party. We have one every month, and you'll always be invited, sweetie." I felt Mandy release my hands as I jumped out of my seat to wrap my arms around Rosalyn. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said breathlessly. I kissed Rosalyn on the neck and breathed in her wonderful fragrance of