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Stacey & Michelle Chapter 1 By Erica Wright Started: February 20, 2004 Posted: October 25, 2007 Revised: November 1, 2013 My sister is three years older than I am. When I was a young boy we would play 'dress-up'. Most of the time both of us would be princesses, cheerleaders or nurses. As my sister got older the 'dress-up' sessions continued, and even expanded to include her friends. All of her friends got involved, but one in particular always seemed to suggest that we all 'play' together as girls. It got to the point that if I knew my sister's friend Stacey was coming over, I knew I would spend the afternoon or the evening dressed like one of the girls. Though at the time I didn't know why, it was strangely exciting. Even at a young age, at some basic level I just knew I shouldn't have been enjoying my time spent dressed like a girl. The 'playing' went on for years. Stacey had come over, and we were in the process of getting dressed in my sister's room. The two of them had tried out for, and had made the Junior Varsity Cheerleading Squad. Each of them had two or three wool cheerleading uniforms to try on. When Stacey suggested that we get dressed and 'practice' together, all of us agreed it would be fun. We quickly stripped down and were putting on our panties. Since Stacey was much more developed than my sister, she leant me her panties. They were tighter, and much stretchier than any panties I had ever worn. Stacey giggled as I stretched them out snapping them like a rubber band. "It's a panty girdle silly. You wear them under the colored panties that match the uniform so there's no chance any of the boys see 'anything' while you're cheering..." I wiggled my way into them and as I fumbled with my bra, I found myself staring at Stacey's curvy hips. Her tan panties were just a little bit too small. Her full hips and rounded backside looked wonderful wrapped in the tight material. It was then that I noticed for the first time her perky breasts. I actually heard a voice in my head say, 'When did she get those?' I felt strange deep inside, and then I felt my cock getting hard in the tight stretchy panties. I felt my ears getting hot and I quickly turned around trying to hide my hard-on from my sister and her friend. My bra finally clipped, I spun it around while Stacey handed me the blue and white pleated skirt. I slipped it up my legs and turned around. I adored the way it flittered around my thighs as I spun around. The two of them laughed a little as I watched myself in the mirror. "You're so cute!" Stacey said. "Here put on the top now..." She handed me the top and I pulled it over my head just as the two of them did. All three of us turned and looked in my sister's mirrored closet doors. I had always worn my hair a little long, so except for my complete lack of makeup, and my lack of breasts I looked like a slightly scrawny teenaged girl. Stacey laughed again and put her hand on her hip pointing at me. "You'd never make the cut honey. You've got the legs, and the tight little butt, but you've got NOTHING upstairs. If you want to make the squad, you're gonna have to stuff!" My sister laughed along with Stacey as she started digging through her top drawer. She gave something to Stacey and a moment later she stood in front of me. "Pull up your top." I hesitated. "Like this silly!" She reached down, grabbed the wide band of the cheerleading sweater she was wearing and pulled it up. Despite doing everything I could NOT to, I felt my eyes drop to stare at her full bra. Stacey caught me and smirked. She leaned closer, "If you don't stop looking at me like that, the coach will kick you off for sure! Girls aren't supposed to look at each other like that!" she whispered. Stunned and frozen in position she giggled again and reached down and tugged on the hem of my sweater. "C'mon silly, these will help..." she said in a loud voice. In her hands were a few pairs of balled up stockings. Her touch seemed to wake me up, and in a daze I pulled up my sweater. I watched completely detached as she stuffed the cups of my bra with the soft tan material. Tiny electric shocks surged through my body wherever her fingers accidentally brushed against me. I heard my sister's voice from what seemed like a hundred miles away. "I have more, does she need more?" Stacey laughed again, "Cheerleaders can ALWAYS use more..." With our eyes locked, she reached behind to my sister and started stuffing more into my bra. "That's about even..." she reached up and her hands went to the cups of my bra. I could feel her squeezing and molding with her fingers. "Stacey, what are you a lesbian? Stop feeling her up!" my sister laughed, "If anyone saw you, they would say terrible things about you!" Though still smiling, Stacey slowly pulled away, "Yeah that would be bad... I think you can pull down your sweater now." I did and then Stacey's hands were on my hips as she turned me around to look in the mirror. Her hands seemed to linger, and I would've sworn that she might've even squeezed me slightly. My cock was throbbing in the tight panties and I actually felt light-headed! Stacey leaned next to me and my sister leaned next to her. A second later, Stacey wrapped her arms around both of us. "Now pose, what a cute picture!" We spent the next thirty minutes doing cheerleading poses in front of the mirror. With each movement, my cock seemed to get harder and harder. It felt funny, almost like it hurt, but so good at the same time. Stacey and my sister showed me all the moves they were learning and I tried to concentrate, but I just couldn't keep focused! I kept staring at Stacey. She had the moves down perfect; with the tiniest sway of her hips the slightly too-short pleated skirt would rise into the air, perfectly framing her thick muscular thighs and incredible backside. For the first time ever, I wondered what was between her legs, I had glimpsed her so many times as we changed together, but all those times in the past I had never really wanted to see. Now I silently cursed myself for not looking more closely! "You just can't get it honey... like this." Stacey stood behind me and grasped my hips firmly. She moved them in time with hers. "Look in the mirror young lady. Now watch how my hips move. Now try to match them. If you're going to wear this uniform, you better learn to move like a girl..." I watched more intently. As I looked I felt stranger and stranger. My sister was on her bed laughing uncontrollably. After a few minutes of intense concentration, our skirts whispered together as I crudely matched her timing. "I've got to get the camera, when he sees the picture dad will kill us, but it's so funny!" My sister ran from the room. I heard her feet pitter-patter down the stairs. Then. It. Happened. Stacey pulled me closer and looked at me in the mirror, we locked eyes and she quickly slid her hand under my skirt. "I think we need to get rid of this. Then you'll move more like a girl..." She rubbed along my hard cock and then down, until she was cupping my super-sensitive balls in the tight material. She squeezed them twice quickly and then rubbed back up along the length of my cock. I gasped and felt my entire body convulse! I thought my insides were coming out! Everything seemed to stop as every nerve ending in my body seemed to fire at once. I bit my lip as the groan built deep in my throat. All that escaped my lips was a tiny sigh as I felt my cock throbbing in Stacey's panties. I felt wave after wave of heat pulsing up my cock as I stopped moving my hips. Then the hot wetness started spreading! Not having any idea what had happened I thought for sure I had peed in my panties! My ears were ringing, but I heard Stacey whisper, "Now you've got it." With our eyes locked, she slowly backed away from me. Confused and mortified I looked down to see if there was anything visible. The pleated skirt hung around my waist, hiding what I could tell was spreading wetness. I groaned a little bit and tried to regain my wits. "Ohhh god... I feel awwwwwful!" I gasped grabbing my stomach and running for the bedroom door. "Be careful, don't mess up the uniform..." I heard my sister yell as I slammed the bathroom door shut behind me. I grabbed the bottom edge of the skirt and pulled it up. I looked underneath it, and seeing no wetness carefully slipped it down my legs. With the skirt off, I saw my panties. They were wet in a rough splatter pattern around the tip of my cock. But surprisingly, the wetness wasn't spreading. It was too thick to be pee. Was it blood? Then I realized blood would've soaked through the material. In a few places there seemed to be something wet and shinny soaking through the material. I reached down and pulled the waistband of the tight panties away from my stomach. Everything was wet with thick stringy stuff. It clung to my still hard cock, and dripped from the inside of the panties. The smell hit me at once, it was like the open ocean, salty and clean, I felt my nostrils flaring as the scent hit me. There was so much of it! I looked in the bathroom mirror. A slightly scrawny girl with ridiculously huge breasts stared back. Her panties were soaked wet with something. Not even knowing why, I immediately felt guilty. I had ruined Stacey's panties! I carefully peeled them off and felt the thick creamy stuff start running down my legs. I flushed the toilet a few times, and then a few times again. There was a knock at the door. I looked at the doorknob, in my stupor; I had at least remembered to lock the door! "It's me Stacey, are you ok?" I mumbled an answer, too embarrassed to say anything. "I've got to go home, don't worry about those panties, they were too small for me anyway, if they're ruined just throw them out. Relax, everything will be ok, I'm sure you'll feel better in a few minutes. Maybe you should take a cool shower. Cool showers always make me feel much better after practice." I heard the floor squeak and I knew she was on her way downstairs. I balled up the soaked panties and remembered the time in kindergarten when one of the kids in my class had an accident. We only found out because someone found his underwear balled up in the waste paper can. I wrapped the panties in toilet paper and looked around the bathroom. My eyes stopped on the radiator, I tucked them up under the radiator and then removed the bra I was wearing. The balled up pantyhose fell to floor. I was already starting to feel better. I opened the bathroom door and called for my sister, "Michelle? Can you get me my bathrobe?" Her head popped out of her doorway, "Are you ok? You scared me. Is the uniform ok?" "Yes and yes." I said embarrassed. "Can you just bring me my robe?" "Sure, sure..." she said as she walked down the hallway to my room. I watched as the pleated skirt swayed back and forth as she walked. I felt my cock stir. I looked down embarrassed. I closed the door and gathered the uniform, the bra, and the stockings that had been my 'breasts'. There was a quite knock on the door and I leaned behind it as I opened it, I handed Michelle the pile of stuff and took my bathrobe. "Sorry I freaked you out. I don't know what happened, but I'm feeling better already. The shower will be perfect..." I closed and locked the door and started the water running. In the shower a few minutes later, I soaped myself up and I started thinking about the panties balled up under the radiator. A few minutes later without realizing what I was doing I stepped out of the shower, reached under the radiator and unwrapped them. I held them up and stepped into them. They were cool and sticky. But my cock immediately responded to the tightness and the wetness inside them. I stepped back into the shower, and felt the warm water run over me. My cock was throbbing again! I ran my hands over my cock, and in an instant I was back to the exact second Stacey touched me, I remembered how everything had felt so wonderful, even while whatever was happening to me was happening, I felt terrific. I thought of how the tight panties had rubbed against me every time I'd practiced a move. Now that they were wet, they were even tighter. The warm tight fabric was driving me crazy! I pictured myself in the mirror with my breasts filling out the tight cheerleading sweater. I closed my eyes and pictured myself swaying my hips in time with the music. Stacey, Michelle and I were all on the team, and cheering. I was the youngest girl on the team, but guys were still staring at me with hunger in their eyes as my hips gyrated. They were thinking of my curvy backside, my long legs, and my huge breasts! I pictured Stacey behind me, and I thought about when she touched me, and what she had said, 'This will help you move like a girl' I gasped, and doubled over in the shower as I convulsed again. I almost fell down. I grabbed the edge of the soap dish as the wonderful sensations washed over me again. What was happening to me, and what did it mean? There was no denying it felt good, but what was happening, and why was it happening when I wore panties? Gasping for air, I slid the soaked panties down my legs and watched as the creamy stuff ran down my legs into the shower. My cock bobbed around in the shower as I re-lathered my body. I quickly washed myself off and wrung out the panties until they were no longer dripping wet. I rewrapped them in toilet paper and put them back where I had stashed them. I would have to remember to grab them and put them out in the trash when I emptied the trash that night. Dressed in a clean pair of sweats I popped my head into Michelle's room. "I feel much better, please don't tell Mom. I want to sleep over Tom's house this weekend and she'll never let me go if you tell her I got sick," I tried to look as desperate as possible. "I wont tell anyone, I promise. Let's just forget it." Dinner was quiet and un-eventful; I took out the garbage including the panties from the bathroom. Later that night as I lay in bed, I thought about the tight, stretchy material of the panties, and I agonized about how I could get them out of the garbage! After thinking about it for a few hours I finally gave up and fell asleep. The following day was a blur, and luckily I was busy with school. A day or two passed without the thought of the panties crossing my mind. Of course once the thought crossed my mind, it was all I could think about. At dinner that night I actually asked my sister about where Stacey had been. "We've been so busy with practice. It's been so crazy. She might sleep over this weekend..." Michelle's voice trailed off as she realized how intently I'd been listening to her. She didn't finish her sentence. The week crawled to a conclusion and when I asked if Stacey was coming over, Michelle answered tersely, "No... I'm not sure what she's doing this weekend. We haven't spoken in a couple days..." Michelle and Stacey had been best friends as long as I could remember. I looked at Michelle stunned, but knew better than to ask. I was depressed the whole weekend. Monday came, school was over and a quiet afternoon of studying loomed. As I tried to study, the phone rang. I answered glumly. It was Stacey! "I know Michelle is at practice, but I was wondering if I could come over? I know your Mom doesn't want you to have people over when she's not home, but I'm more like a sister..." I didn't think it would be a problem so a few minutes later I was unlocking the door and letting Stacey in. She looked a little more disheveled than usual, but she was still unbearably cute! She followed me to my room and plopped down on my bed as I sat at my desk. "Why aren't you at cheer practice?" I asked looking up from my homework. "It was getting boring, and I'll never be really good anyway, I've got the wrong kind of body. The coach wants little tiny prissy girls." She forced a shallow laugh, "You'd be perfect. I guess I'm too solid. She actually told me I shouldn't have played so much soccer over the summer..." She looked down, and I struggled to say something. "I think you look great in your cheerleading uniform, we were ALL so cute a few weeks ago..." I felt my face getting hot once again, and looked down at my book quickly. "Thanks, you looked really cute too! I've always thought you looked so good as a girl." Stacey said laughing. "Why are you studying so hard? Even though I'm too 'solid' for the Cheer squad, there are lots of guys who would love to have me sitting on their bed..." I looked at her; did I imagine that she was rubbing the inside of her thigh? "I love having you sitting on my bed too." Was I actually going to say what was forming in my mind? I blurted it out before I could think about it. "I'm just trying to finish up, because, well because, you know. Mom's not going to be home until around seven, and Michelle is at an away game until probably after that... so I..." With a big smile she finished my thought. "So you thought we could dress up like girls together?" I tried not to act too excited, but felt my face light up. "Could we, would you, with me? Just us two?" I looked down completely embarrassed. "It's just that it was so much fun to practice with you and Michelle, and she's been too busy..." "Well I'm not on the team anymore so I don't have a uniform, but I bet Michelle's home uniform is in her room, why don't you go get it. I can be your coach. I'll show you all the moves. I promise you'll be the hottest little cheerleader ever!" I closed my books and all but jumped out of the chair, tripping over my feet on the way out of my room. I quickly walked down the hallway and entered my sister's room. Sure enough, her 'home' uniform was neatly folded on the back of her desk chair. I tried to take a mental picture of it so I could at least try to put it back in the same place. Next I opened her top drawer. The bra and pantyhose I had worn two weeks before was still balled up together. I walked back to my room and Stacey was sitting on the floor, my desk chair was pushed under my desk, and my blinds were closed. "Found it!" I said excitedly as I pulled my shirt over my head. A few seconds later I was nude in front of Stacey. We had been undressed in front of each other so many times I hadn't even hesitated about getting dressed in front of her. I felt my cock stirring, and quickly pulled on the tight panties. The pleated skirt came next and then the bra. Stacey quickly got up and stood behind me as I attempted to put on the bra. She reached around me and clasped the bra behind me. Little electric shocks were once again exploding from her every touch! "These worked so well!" she said reaching around me and grabbing the tan pantyhose. "Can I put them in?" she whispered. "Um, uh yeah, sure..." I stammered. She gently pulled the cups away from my chest and slowly stuffed the pantyhose in. A moment later she was caressing the now-filled satin cups of my bra. She rubbed against me and I swear I heard her purr! Too quickly she was done. She sat down on the floor once again. "You look cute with just the skirt and bra, but you need to put the sweater on..." she said rather forcefully. I quickly complied and I was once again dressed like I had been two weeks before. I spun around and moved my hips in a little swivel. The skirt rose around me and spun with me. I had spent two long weeks thinking about this moment. "You're so damn cute!" Stacey clapped loudly. "Do some more, show me how much you remember." Over the next few minutes I went over everything they had taught me. In no time I felt little drops of sweat on my forehead. The one thing that was making everything more difficult was my throbbing cock! It felt like it was going to pop off, and swish around the room like a balloon! I was also consciously trying to hide it from Stacey. After I had gone through every move and routine three times, Stacey looked at me seriously. "You're doing great, but you have one problem. Well really three..." I turned my head, and put one hand on my slightly raised left hip. "What?" I said with a big smile while waving my finger at her. "C'mere..." she motioned me closer as she sat back on the bed. She looked into my eyes and quickly reached between my legs cupping my balls. She rubbed them in gentle circles as she spoke. "These two and this..." she said running a finger up the length of my cock. "No matter what you do, they just get in the way. Like I said, three problems. Especially when you're excited. I can tell you're excited, for you it's obvious right?" Her fingers were down between my legs again and she was rubbing between my balls and my ass. "Girls on the other-hand can be excited and you can't see a thing from the outside, they just get all wet and slippery. If you get really close to an excited girl, you might be able to see that her panties are a little damp. Right now. My panties aren't damp. They're soaked!" she said laughing. I jumped when she said it so loud. "Don't worry no one can hear us. MY FUCKING PANTIES ARE SOAKED!" she screamed, "See, no one can hear. Don't look so scared, I wont bite, but I think that before we practice anymore, you should get out of your sister's clean panties and go and get the ones she wore at yesterday's game. That way if you have a little 'accident' again," she squeezed my balls for emphasis, "You can just put them in the laundry." At the mention of another 'accident' my cock throbbed. She must've felt it. "Do you WANT to have another accident?" I looked at her mortified, but didn't answer. "Go, go, go quick and get the panties." I backed away from her, and started to pull off the sweater. "What are you doing?" she asked incredulously. "I'm gonna get the panties." I whispered. "Then why are you getting undressed?" "I can't walk all the way downstairs dressed like this! Someone might see me!" "Let me lay this out for you. Two weeks ago you were dressed like a girl, and not just any girl but a cute little cheerleader. Two weeks ago you ejaculated while you were dressed like a girl!" My heart was racing, but I looked at her blankly. What had she said I did? Now she turned her head and looked at me sideways. She stood up and walked over to me reaching between my legs. "I guess you haven't learned about this yet, or you were embarrassed and not paying attention. I'll give you the basics. This is your penis. You've probably noticed it gets hard when you get excited," she squeezed it and rubbed it before continuing. "It gets hard so that if you're lucky enough to find a willing woman, you can stick that hard thing in a woman's vagina. Then you rub it back and forth, and when it feels REALLY good, you cum, in other words you EJACULATE." She spelled it out for me then started again, "that creamy stuff that comes out has sperm in it and if the sperm gets to the right place at the right time, the woman ends up pregnant and she has a baby. There, a free lesson in the birds and the bees." She rubbed harder. "What do you think would happen if I told your friends or your sister or maybe your mother that while you were dressed LIKE A CHEERLEADER, you EJACULATED in my panties? What do you think would happen if I told your mom that when I came over to get one of my books, I found you dressed like this?" "Why, why would you do that? We were having fun... just playing together..." She laughed a little, "The moment I saw your hard little cock in my panties, this stopped being 'just playing together.' Do you still have my panties?" I shook my head 'no'. "Do you wish you did?" I shook my head 'yes'. "Now go and prance your cute little ass down to the laundry room and come back here with a pair of your sister's dirty panties!" She sat back on the bed, as I stood there frozen. "I have an idea." She said. "If you go and get those panties, not only will I not tell anyone what you've done, but I'll show you something you'll really like..." she looped her fingers into the waistband of her sweat pants and pulled them off. She dropped them on the floor and leaned back spreading her muscular legs. My eyes went right to her crotch. She smiled and ran a finger along the crease of her tight white panties. "See, I said they were fucking soaked, look how wet they are. You could be the first of your friends to see a real girl's pussy. Would you like that?" I shook my head and backed to the door, not taking my eyes off her lazily moving finger until the last possible second. I snuck around each corner until I was standing in the laundry room. Sure enough there were my sister's panties. I grabbed them and returned to my room as quickly as possible. I closed the door behind me and locked it before turning around. Stacey was sitting on the floor again, but her sweat top was off, as well as her bra. Her full breasts were capped with large dark brown nipples. Her hand was moving in her panties. "What took you so long, I got comfortable while I waited... Did you get them? Yes? Well then put them on..." I quickly slid the first pair off and the second pair on. They felt funny. They were rough and stiff between my legs. "Do a little routine for me, I want to see you cheer..." As I pranced around my room I noticed Stacey's fingers moving faster and faster. I noticed something else; she had the same look on her face as the guys in my dream. She looked hungry. As I warmed up again I started to feel the panties getting sticky between my legs. I thought of what Stacey had said, and imagined MY vagina getting wet as I performed for her. Finally after another fifteen minutes of practice she motioned me over. As I approached she slid down off the bed and pulled her panties off. Her scent struck me like brick. I actually took an involuntary breath. "You like the way my pussy smells? You're making it all hot and steamy. I just can't get over how cute you are," She slid two fingers between her glistening lips and they disappeared, she groaned a little, "Come a little closer..." I stepped closer and she leaned down, as she moved I saw her nostrils flare. She closed her eyes, "Ummm... I can smell your pussy too, it's so hot." With her eyes still closed she flipped up my skirt and disappeared underneath it. She pressed her face to my thigh. She started whispering, "Ohhhh Michelle... I can't believe I'm finally this close to your pussy, make me smell it. Michelle make me smell your pussy...put your hands on my head and make me do it. Michelle, make me sniff your hot pussy!" Surprised to be called my sister's name, but VERY eager to continue I awkwardly placed my hands on the top of her head and she whimpered, "Yesssss, Michelle, make me..." in an instant her nose was pressed to the crotch of my sister's dirty panties. She completely ignored my cock and balls; instead she ran her nose up and down along the spandex crotch, breathing deeply, almost gasping for air. "I've wanted to do this for soooo long. You looked so sexy yesterday when you were cheering, I couldn't watch and had to leave, but now you're letting me sniff your pussy. Thank you, thank you Michelle..." Her fingers were plunging in and out of her pussy, and her nipples were hard as little rocks. "I know you'll never let someone like me lick it for real, but can I lick your pussy through your panties, can I be your dirty girl and lick your nasty panties?" "Yes..." I whispered. I was as stunned as Stacey as the words came out of my mouth, but she didn't hesitate. A second later I felt her tongue running over my panties. Though she wasn't touching it, just our movements and the entire situation were causing my cock to throb. I didn't know how much longer I could last and I whispered that to her, "Stacey you're gonna make me cum honey..." "Ugh-huhhh!" she groaned as she kissed and licked me trough the panties. "If you wont let me lick your pussy, will you let me do something else with my tongue? I'll do anything you want; I just want to be your dirty girl. Please Michelle?" On the verge of cumming I said the only thing I could, "What do you want to do? What will make you feel like my dirty girl?" I swore she was crying as she answered, "If I'm not good enough... good enough to lick your pu-pusss-pussy. Can I, can I, can I li-lic-lick your ass-asshole? Can I lick your sexy little asshole? Puh-puh-please?" I didn't even know people did that! But I was so aroused I said 'yes' and then Stacey WAS crying, I heard the sobs as she gently spun me around. Her fingers were shaking and I felt her fumbling with my panties. I reached around and pulled them to the side. "If this is... if this is all...you think, I'm good for... thank you, I'll do it, I'll lick, I'll lick your tight... li-little ass-asshole, but you should make me, make me sniff it first. Show me, show me what I am to you..." Though a second before I didn't know what I was supposed to do, she had just told me what she wanted so I leaned back and felt her tears on her cheeks as she pressed her cute little nose to my asshole obediently. "Yessss, yess Michelle... I can be your dirty little asshole sniffer! I'll do this wherever you want. You're so beautiful, and such a good cheerleader, and so, so sexy. I'm just a chubby jock who wants to be your girlfriend. I'll do anything. I'll keep it so quiet. I wont tell anyone. Ohhh fuck, even your dirty little asshole smells good!" I looked down and now she had four fingers in her pussy and she was pinching her tits mercilessly. I had never dreamed anything like this was possible, or that I was capable of taking advantage of someone so completely. Her nose felt so good pressed against my puckered asshole. If her nose felt this good, what would her tongue feel like? I thought about what to say, I tried to remember what she had said. I could barely concentrate. Finally I knew what she wanted me to say and I blurted out, "Now use your tongue, show me what a dirty girl you are!" She whimpered, and then sobbed, "Thankyouthankyou!" her voice was actually cracking! An instant later I felt the hot little tip of her tongue probing my asshole. The sensations were indescribable! Hot little electric shocks circled around my asshole and then up and down my spine. My cock hurt it was so hard! I stood there frozen as Stacey ran her tongue around my hole. I could barely breath. I was on the edge of agony; little quakes shook my body as I enjoyed Stacey's secret devotion. Because her mouth was pressed so tightly between my cheeks I could barely hear her, but she was asking me if I liked what she was doing. "Do you like it Michelle? Do you like the way I'm licking your asshole? I saw a picture of a girl doing this to another girl, I can do it to..." With that she darted her tongue upward. The hot little muscle was up my ass! I groaned and pushed back. "Yesssss. Yes you dirty little thing! Get your tongue up my ass. Get deeper! Show me you ..." I stopped just short of what I thought she wanted to hear. "I do... I do... I'll do anything for you, anything at all..." a second later I felt her struggling to get her tongue up my tight asshole. "It's so tight, so tight and sexy! I'm sooo lucky!" I leaned back a little farther and she encouraged me. "Yes Michelle, yes sit back! Sit back on my face, make me! Make me stick my tongue up your dirty asshole!" I relaxed a little more and I actually felt some of the tension from my thighs release. I was sitting on her face! Stacey was grunting and gasping for air, but not once did she ask me to stop. I could barely hold on, I was shaking. My eyes were closed and I started to imagine that I WAS Michelle, that Stacey was my dirty girl and that she was getting exactly what she needed. "Now that you have your tongue up my ass, you can rub my pussy if you want, rub my pussy THROUGH my panties..." Stacey's fingers immediately went to my spandex covered balls, she started rubbing them and squeezing them. "Rub my vagina, while you suck my asshole..." She pressed between my sensitive balls and I gasped. It was only a matter of seconds now. "Tell... me... you... tell me you love me. TELL ME!" I yelled. I heard her gasp and then she was sobbing uncontrollably. "I... I do, I do. I have forever. l-l-LOVEYOU, IDO! I LOVE YOU! I love you MICHELLE!" as the last words came out of her mouth I felt the heat building and then I was cumming. My whole body shook, and convulsed, I could barely stand. Stacey actually pulled me back onto her face as the cum spurt out of my cock. I could feel the tight ring of my asshole twitching around her tongue as I ejaculated load after load of creamy heat into my tight panties. As they got wetter and wetter the panties only drove me farther and farther. My cock was throbbing uncontrollably. There was no more cum, but as Stacey kept working over my asshole, my cock tried to cum more. A few more seconds and it started to tickle, then it started to hurt as my cock and balls dry-heaved. I pulled away from Stacey and fell forward onto the floor. On all fours I gasped for air as my orgasm subsided. It had seemed like an hour as I turned and looked over my shoulder. Though Stacey's face was shiny with her own saliva, she was smiling happily. She gently rolled her fingers over her glistening pussy. As she caught me looking her smile changed, and I saw a glint of a smirk cross her face as she rose to her knees. "You look so fucking sexy like that! That sexy little butt of yours, those nice strong legs. The little skirt ruffled up around your waist. Still on your hands and knees. It looks like you're waiting..." her voice trailed off to silence as she crawled up behind me. She ran her hands along my hips. Grasping them she pulled me backwards until my backside thumped against her flat stomach. "Fuck... fuck FUCK!" she screamed, "Your so fucking sexy!" She ran a hand along my skirt and down until she came across the tremendous puddle of cream soaking through the panties. My cock was still hard as she rubbed it. I jumped. "It feels too good..." I whispered, "Please stop..." "You can make me lick your dirty asshole, but I can't rub your little cock?" She rubbed it harder. "Please... please stop..." She pressed forward and we slumped to the ground. She was on top of me pressing me down. I tried to move and couldn't. She was grinding her hips into my backside. "Ummm, that was fun... and THIS is fun too, but you better get changed and cleaned up. You need to finish your homework, and I better get home too." Stacey rolled off me and quickly stood up. I slowly spun around and looked up at her. I loved the view and she saw that in my eyes. She smiled and spread her legs slightly. "Can you come over again tomorrow?" "I think tomorrow would be too soon, but I think your sister has to cheer on Friday, can you wait until Friday?" My mind raced to Friday. Not only was my sister going to be cheering on Friday, but my mother had already told us that she was going to be late because of work. "I can wait..." I said, "I can definitely wait..." Stacey was already dressed, she leaned down and kissed my cheek, she ran her fingers through my hair softly, "Remember, this has to be our little secret, you can't tell ANYONE. I'll get in big trouble, and our parents will never let us see each other again... Now you have to get up and get changed, right now..." She stood up and held her hand out, I reached up and.... If you liked this story please let me know by either reviewing it on Fictionmania, or by emailing me at: [email protected]