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Island Paradise for Jane I hope you enjoy this latest tale. I just sit and write in one go before I turn myself on too much! Hopefully it all hangs together and you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I was about to get onto the small twin engine plane for the last leg of my journey to the overseas conference. My best work mate, Clark, was boarding with me and the only other body on board was the pilot and captain who went by the name of Johnny. Clark and he could have been brothers; they were both handsome, tall men with rugged features and happy glinting eyes.They were very different from me; a short, slim guy with fair skin and short but wavy blond hair looking younger than my 25 years. My suitcase was the last to be loaded into the hold. It was particularly large and heavy, much to the amusement of Clark who teased me about the amount of clothes I needed for a week away. I pretended it was full of books and papers for the conference but the real reason was the extra stash of girly clothes I had secretly hidden at the bottom. Conferences like this gave me the opportunity to play secret dress ups at night alone in my hotel room while the rest of the guys went boozing. Johnny had been worried about the weather but as the flight was only 3 hours we decided to risk it. This ended up being a disastrous mistake as the weather closed in and we were blown increasingly off course. I won’t go into the full details now but 4 hours into the journey we were in a desperate situation, running out of fuel and with a major electrical fault that had shut down navigation aids and flying sensors. Johnny was flying by the seat of his pants and frantically looking for somewhere to land in a wild and gusty storm. I don’t remember much about what happened after that because I had smashed my head against the plane during one particularly massive blast of wind. But I recall Johnny flying low, as slowly as possible, and yelling at us to jump into the ocean. The next thing I know I am laying on some sand with Clark giving me mouth to mouth as I spluttered awake. Later they told me they had seen a smallish island, thrown out what they could and ditched the plane. Clark had brought me to the beach and both of them had swam out to collect all they could from the wreckage before it went under the waves. We were saved and safe but no idea where we were. I was fine but the boys suggested I should stay and try to set something up as a camp while they went exploring. After waving them away I got to work straight away. I am an enthusiastic home maker and have spent a lot of time camping so I quickly got to work making us a simple shelter 50 meters in from the edge of the beach. It did not take me long to find reeds and plants that I could work into a sort of binding twine and I manufactured roof and wall coverings from massive, thick leaves and other things I could find. In a few hours I had built up a simple shelter that would suit us until someone came. The boys returned several hours later. They were really pleased with my efforts especially when they told me the island was uninhabited apart from the usual array of island paradise creatures, and as far as they could tell there was nothing nearby at all. It looked like we might be there a few days. I had started a small fire so we sat around reliving the adventure and discussing how long we thought we might have to stay there. Suddenly I felt something crawling up my leg and I leaped up and screamed. I just could not help it - it was a high girlish scream as I saw a slimy green frog crawling up my leg. Johnny leapt up and whacked it off my leg, laughing out loudly. “My God Wayne you scream like a girl, you big jessie.” Clark and Johnny both burst into laughter as I stood there trembling. “We’ll have to call you Jane instead of Wayne if you’re going to scream every time you see a bug!” “And as you rescued Jane that makes you Tarzan,” chipped in Clark. “OK then you are Superman,” fired back Johnny with a huge smile on his face. And as is the way with nicknames, that is how it stayed. We were Superman, Tarzan and Jane from then on. *********************************************************************** The hours turned into days, and the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. We had no idea where we were and we had not seen even the glimmer of humanity in the ocean or flying above. Luckily the island had some good eating fruits and there were small animals and birds that could be trapped. Both Johnny and Clark were adept at trapping and hunting and I had a knack for hut design and crafting everything we needed inside. After a while I got round to designing a better dwelling for us, with 3 bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room and of course an outside toilet. The boys had cut and fashioned the wood I needed, and did the hard manual work, while I brought it all together and made it look nice. The boys hated cleaning and cooking and I hated hunting and skinning animals. I was just too squeamish, which meant the boys frequently used to tease me and make me scream my girlish scream as they threw a dead animal in my direction. But once it was skinned and cut I was the one who could make a lovely meal for us all. I did not intend to take on the traditionally feminine role, even though I had my secret cross dressing desires. It just seemed a natural thing for me to do. We all treated each other as guys, albeit with me being called Jane, but over time it was natural for me to do everything round the home, to cook and clean, and basically look after my boys. I used to joke about them being ‘my boys’ and they would often ask what they would do without Jane looking after them. Clothes had started to get a bit ragged so I had also started doing some mending for my boys. We had salvaged some cloth from various things in the plane so I would design clothes for them to wear. I don’t know why but I made sure they were tight and showed off their muscles. Sometimes when they came back after a hunting trip I could not help but be impressed with their taught manly tanned bodies. On the other hand I spent most of my time inside and had starkly different white skin. I had also grown my hair all this time and made sure I kept well shaven. the boys had let their beards grow but I kept their hair short by cutting it for them. It was Clark’s turn for a haircut so I suggested he squat down on a little stool we had made and I would cut it for him. Johnny watched on while we chatted and I used the scissors to cut his hair. As I was near the end I noticed how dry Clark’s hair had become and I remembered I had made a sort of moisturising cream out of some plants and nuts I had gathered. “Would you like me to condition your hair Clark while I am at it. It looks awfully dry.” “Sure Jane,” said Clark with a smile on his face. So I dribbled some cream on his hair and started to softly massage it in. Almost instantly a change came over Clark. He body shrunk into a relaxed state and he closed his eyes as I softly ran my fingers through his hair using the cream to nourish it. My fingers made small circles on his scalp and down the side of his hair to his ears which I gently rubbed between the tips of my fingers. Clark started to moan slightly without realising and he relaxed his body back against my legs. Johnny was watching this all the time, watching my fingers caress Clark’s hair slowly and gently. His eyes moved from my hands to Clark’s mouth as Clark moaned softly. “Oh God Jane, I wish you were a real girl,” uttered Clark softly as he tilted his head to the side allowing my fingers to run from his ears to his cheek. I could not help notice that his shorts had started to change shape at the front. He was getting excited at my touch. I found myself enjoying the power I felt over him as I caressed his scalp, hearing him softly moan, and seeing his shorts twitch. Why did I find that so fascinating? “A real girl Superman,” I whispered. “Why is that?” As I ran my fingers down the sides of his face, softly massaging the oil against his skin and his beard. “It has been a long time without a woman…” said Clark quietly. Johnny had been watching this intently. “Right there mate” chipped in Johnny, “Why didn’t you guys bring a secretary with you? Oh Jane, you are a good cook and all but Superman is right - we need some real girls”. “Are my boys getting horny?” I laughed. “Well I don’t know if you two are aware but it is Christmas day next week so maybe Santa might bring you some sexy cheerleaders for christmas, dropping them in from his sleigh as he flies past.” “That would be great,” laughed Johnny. “Maybe some French maids too. I love French maids!” “Mmm,” whispered Clark, sill engaged in his massage passion, “St Trinians schoolgirls for me. Or maybe a tart in a sexy leather mini.” “Well since it is Christmas,” I said. “I think they should send some Miss Santa girls in their short red mini dresses with white fluffy edges. I met a girl in that outfit once at a fancy dress party and she was as sexy as!” I had to laugh. As I looked around I noticed all three of us were tenting out of our shorts. “That’s enough for you Superman. I think we need to all go and chop some wood!” “Wait a minute,” said Johnny, “you can’t give Superman all the attention. I want a head massage too. Remember me Tarzan, you Jane.” “Come on then stud,” I laughed, “but no more quips about wishing I was a girl or I’ll douse you with a bucket of water.” “Deal,” laughed Johnny, “I’ll wait for Christmas for the Miss Santa chicks.” *********************************************************************** There was a reason I had mentioned Miss Santa. The outfit I had kept hidden all this time in my suitcase was a Miss Santa outfit that I simply adore. I had originally intended to dress up in full makeup and spend the evenings working at my hotel desk while playing dress ups in my gorgeous red dress and stilettos. Nobody was ever going to see it apart from me. But I was also getting very frustrated without any sexual activity and during Clark’s hair cut and massage, seeing his reaction to my touch, I decided it was time for the hidden side of Jane to come out. I had never done anything like that in the real world but in this pretend paradise, with me taking on an increasingly feminine role in our household, it seemed a natural progression. I would give my boys a Christmas present they will remember for a long time. As Christmas day came closer I suggested that they go out and find me a nice bird that is as close to a turkey as they can get. I also suggested that they dig into their suitcases and see if they can pull out a nice suit each so that we can all have a smart Christmas lunch. I would do everything - all they need to do is go away for a few hours and come back in the early afternoon all clean and spruced up. The boys thought that was a great idea and were only too pleased to get out of the preparation work, leaving me alone in my kitchen doing the ‘woman’s work!’ “What about presents?” asked Clark. “We should get each other something.” “I tell you what,” I smiled, “I’ll get something for each of you and you just bring me a lovely large bright red flower first thing in the morning.” “You are funny Jane,” laughed Clark. “You are getting more like a real girl every day. A red flower indeed!” The morning came and as promised there was a large bush turkey and a bright red flower waiting for me when I got up. I was thrilled and said they had made my day, so I will in turn make this a day for them to remember. “Yeah well I don’t want a flower,” laughed Johnny, “cook us a great turkey and we will be happy.” “Oh I will make you very happy. Don’t you worry,” I smiled. “I’ll have a lovely dinner and dessert will be brought by all the Miss Santa’s who should be dropping in soon.” We all laughed before I packed them off with their suitcases to take a few hours relaxation before they were due to return all handsome in their suits and spruced up for lunch. Once they were out of sight I started lunch and put the turkey and all vegetables into the underground camp fire oven I had built a while ago. That would take a couple of hours to cook so I quickly laid the table and decorated the room with garlands of Christmassy flowers and decorations I had been making. The hut looked stunning, like a summer santa grotto. Now for the best part. I went into my room and dug deep into my suitcase. I had not even looked at my secret clothes since we had been there so I was very glad to see they were all packed perfectly in their plastic bags and nothing had got in to eat them. I laid my clothes out onto my bed. A pair of red stiletto shoes. Red stockings. Gorgeous red lacy corset with 6 suspenders and white fluff around the bottom edge and bra section. A pair of tight red panties edged in red lace. Long red gloves of satin. And a short, swirly red mini dress of shiny satin edged with a gorgeous white band of fluff. A sweet short tutu petticoat with layers of ruffles. Two breast forms with glue, and my trusty makeup box. All in perfect condition just waiting for Jane to emerge. I opened my makeup box and found some tape. This was going to be delicate but I wanted to tape my little boy parts away out of sight to give the illusion of there being nothing but girl parts down below. I carefully administered the tape and tucked things away so that it was pulled tightly between my legs with my round plums buried inside. I made sure the tape left a space around my boy pussy because I had plans for that! I managed to arrange things so that when it was tucked away the front skin either side of my boy thing almost looked like a real girl part. It was quite painful and i would have to be careful how I walked but the illusion was perfect. I had already shaved my entire body early in the morning apart from a little V around the front. I pulled my red lacy panties up and marvelled at the result. I rolled up my red stockings over my smooth skin and was enthralled at the sensation of nylon pulling against my legs. Oh I had so missed that sensation. I wrapped my red corset round my waist and clicked up the rings on the boned front. I love the sight of my corset starting to shape me into the perfect hour glass figure. I could feel things trying to move out of shape below in my panties, but nothing was getting past that tape! I reached behind to grasp the corset laces and started to pull them tight, running my fingers up and down to stretch the laces at the top and bottom. This corset had never really fitted me because I was too large but after being on the island and eating sparsely I marvelled at how perfect it now fitted me. The laces pulled the corset completely shut which meant I had the tiniest waist. I could not believe how different this made me look. It gave me a narrow victorian waist with wider hips and bust. A small amount of skin was pushed up into the bust area. I tied off the laces tightly and wrapped them under the corset body. Finally I attached my stockings (under my panties of course)! I took a couple of steps and revelled in that feeling of my stockings tugging up and down against my skin as I walked. My corset held me in an erect posture that looks so sexy when a girl moves across a room. The white fluff tickled my skin in my breasts and hips area. I had only just started and I already felt that Jane was alive. I folded down the bra top of my corset and glued my breasts to my chest before sliding the material back up and holding them in place. I knew that once this set my new breasts would feel and move like a real girl and if I let my boys touch them they would believe they were completely real, especially if I played along with appropriate girly moans when they tweaked my nipples. I sat down and started to apply my makeup. Luckily my makeup box had a mirror so I could see what I was doing! Although my skin was now a pearly white colour and very smooth, I still wanted to add some light foundation to give it a more doll like appearance. So I found the right colour and smoothed on a light layer before adding some setting powder. It is amazing what foundation does. It transforms your face instantly into a smooth, film star looking complexion. It is mysterious, alluring and sensual. I started to work on my eyes. I knew that well made up eyes will accentuate my green eye colour and the boys will fall dreamily into them as they looked at me. Well made up eyes are magical and irresistible. I applied some long false eyelashes, happy that my glue had not dried out in the island heat. Then I carefully drew in lines of black eyeliner thickly on the outside and inside of my eyelids. I decided to extend the lines out to the side a bit, a little like Cleopatra but not too much. I then dabbed a layer of misty dark eyeshadow on the liner and outwards giving me a smokey, sensual look. Since I was in red, I started to apply layers of dusky red toned eyeshadow from the smudgy dark area out to the eyelid skin, getting lighter a I worked out. I put on a layer of shiny silver towards the edges. My eyebrows had grown while I had been on the island so I spent time plucking them into gorgeous thin lines before adding dark Mascara to shape them perfectly into a high arch. I finished with extra mascara on my eyelashes. Oh my God. As I stopped concentrating on the detail and took time out to really see my new eyes I think it was the best job I had ever done. Something changes when you make up your eyes. You look so different - not just the way your eyes look - but in yourself. You take on an aura of a glamorous girl. Men are entranced by your eyes. They can’t bring themselves to look away and they have no idea what we are thinking. Every expression is magnified and accentuated but it just leads to more mystery. Men are helpless when they look into your eyes and will do anything you say. If only real girls knew the power of eye makeup! I felt so special at that moment. Now my lips. I took a deep red lip pencil and made an outline round the edge of my lips. I managed to extend them a little without looking odd so that they would be fuller and more plump. Then I filled them in with a bright bright red to match my corset and skirt. I closed my mouth on a tissue (I forgot I had those) and filled them in again. I repeated this a few times until there was a thick layer of bright red lipstick on my lips. I then found my gloss and applied a layer of gloss on top. I let this dry for a few minutes and reapplied. I repeated this 3 more times. My lips were now super shiny and quite difficult to move. they were full, bright, shiny and sexy. In a similar way to eyes, a well glossed pair of lips is like an irresistible magnet to men’s eyes. They cannot resist them and just want to kiss them. For my part, I love the fact that anyone kissing me would be left with slightly red lips themselves; and I liked the thought of slightly feminizing any man that dared to kiss me. I finished off with some blush to accentuate my cheekbones and then set about working on my hair. My hair had grown long and blond. Last night I had washed it while it was in a plait and then slept the night in it. I undid the plait and my hair cascaded down over my shoulders. It had a gorgeous wavy ribbed look. I pinned one side up and put in the large red flower that the boys had given me. I looked in my reflection. Perfect! Like a super model. There was no boy in that mirror, but a beautiful sexy well made up girl. Only three things to go. I took my skirt from the bed and stepped into it, wriggling as I pulled it up over my hips, I do so love the look and feel of wriggling a skirt up my legs and hips. I fastened the waist, which again now fitted perfectly over the tiny waist created by my corset. Because of the tiny waist and wider hips, my skirt flayed out as it draped over my hips and bum. The little ring of white fluff signifying the Santa skirt looked really cute. It did not really need the petticoat but I thought it would be nice for the boys to feel. So I stepped into my petticoat and wriggled it under my skirt. The skirt was pushed out wider and now there was a swish of lace moving chaotically as I twirled round and round. It was heavenly. I knew that as I twirled you could just see the tops of my stockings and perhaps a glimpse of white flesh or red panties. Finally my gloves and bright red stilettos. I arched my foot and pointed my toes as I stepped into each shoe. They encased my feet and perfectly matched my red stockings. My white skin could be seen underneath and just made everything so much more alluring. As I stood up they extended my legs and with the posture forced by my corset I knew I had an air of total sensuality with the way I stood. Jane was born. ********************************************* I slipped off my stilettos and finished the rest of the preparations. It was not easy in my corset but I loved moving around in my Miss Santa outfit. I felt like a real girl at last. I lit the candles and found my iPod and speakers that I had forgotten were wrapped in my skirt to keep it safe. So now we could have some lovely music. I heard the boys approaching and spied on them from the kitchen. They looked magnificent. Apparently Clark had brought 2 dinner suits for some reason so they were both dressed in gorgeous black dinner suits with black ties. They had shaved and cleaned up perfectly. I had forgotten how handsome and tall they were, made even more so by their tanned skin. A girlfriend of mine said how she loved the way men spruce up in a dinner jacket and at that moment I knew exactly what she meant. I shouted from the kitchen for them to take a seat at our table, which they did. I had been keeping another secret. A small bottle of bandy with 2 glasses. I put them on a tray I had made and pushed my way through the grass kitchen drapes that partitioned off the kitchen. Imagine what they saw, and imagine their faces as their jaws dropped. First they would see a red stiletto push through the drapes, followed by a gorgeous smooth leg encased in stockings. Quickly followed by the edge of a fluffy white hemmed skirt and a girl in a red corset. Her waist was impossibly small and her legs were long, right up to her pretty petticoat. She stood there for a minute totally still as they gaped at her, not able to say a word. She was beautiful. Her face was like a model doll. Her hair cascading over her shoulders. But her legs. Oh my, her legs. They were long, slim and so sexy. Oh and… she had breasts. Real breasts! Oh my God, how the boys had longed for breasts. She started to twirl slightly from left to right. Letting her skirt move around and swish against her legs. They could hear her. The noise of satin and lace ruffles brushing against each other. And her breasts moved from side to side. They could not take their eyes off her moving, jiggling breasts. That is what they saw. “What? How?” gasped one of the boys. But I put my finger to my lips making a ’sshhh’ sound. They were only allowed to watch. I walked seductively over to Clark and put his glass on the table in front of him. I had previously brushed my skin and a mix of flower petals and mixtures I had made in the past few weeks so for the first time in months he smelt a feminine perfume. I could see him breath in and look shocked as I got near. I positioned myself so that I was facing him over the table and my bum was aiming toward Johnny at the other end. As I bent over to place down the glass I could see Clark looking at my slowly moving breasts as I breathed heavily and I knew Johnny would be getting a view of my stocking tops, petticoat and a glimpse of my red panties. I could hear both of my boys breathing heavily and gulping. I looked directly into Clark’s eyes with mine about 6 inches from his face. He became lost in my gorgeous pools of green and could not look away. I knew I had him and he was mine. I repeated the exercise the other way round, leaning towards Johnny and pushing my bottom out towards Clark. Johnny too smelt my perfume, watched my breasts intently and became lost in my eyes. He was mine too. I knew that now their groins were directing all of their thoughts and I could do anything I wanted, which was exactly what I was going to do. I returned to Clark and spun round before sitting on his lap sideways. He instinctively put one arm round my waist and I took his other hand and put it on my stockinged leg, just under the edge of my skirt so he could feel my soft legs and the gentleness of my petticoat caressing his hand. I put one arm round his neck. I wriggled my bum so that it was nestled on his groin and poured the brandy into his glass slowly. I felt his cock move under my skirt and wriggled my bum slightly to let him know I felt it. Clark looked embarrassed and lowered his eyes, Then I took the glass, looked at him directly into his eyes and slowly fed the drink to him. I smiled at him and he just stared at me. Then he slowly smiled back. I let him drink the whole glass before repeating the whole process with Johnny. Johnny was already rock hard before I sat on him and was not the least bit embarrassed. He eagerly drank the brandy and even slid his hand over one breast, feeling the softness through my satin corset bra top. He could not believe that it was so real. I stood up and turned on the music. I took each one by the hand. “So.. my boys… Happy Christmas. Would you like to dance with your Miss Santa?” I led them to the middle of our room and turned to face Johnny, feeling he would be the least embarrassed. I put his hands on my waist and nestled close to him. Then, still holding Clark’s hand I pulled Clark behind me and reached behind myself, pulling him close to me. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. I put one of my hands on Clark’s bum, pulling him in, and one on Johnny’s bum pulling him in. Then I started swaying to the music. The three of us were entwined, closely dancing. I was looking deeply into Johnny’s eyes as he pulled me into him. I started to grind myself into his erection, feeling him through the mass of petticoat layers and my Miss Santa dress. I pushed my bum backwards into Clark and moved from side to side so I could feel him caressing against my skirt and petticoats from the other side. I turned my head round to Clark. “Kiss my neck Superman,” I whispered, “and caress my breasts. And feel my pussy.” Clark did as ordered. He moved my hair aside and started kissing my soft, white neck. His left hand arched inside my bra top and he started caressing my silicon breasts, believing in his mind that they were real. His hand reached between me and Johnny searching under my skirt and petticoat until he found my panties. His hand moved up and down on the front of my body where a pussy would be if I was a girl but only contained skin labia created by the folds of my tucking. He knew it wasn’t real but it was clearly a turn on for him as he held me close and moaned softly in my ear. I could feel his erection rubbing against my skirt. As his hand moved, he actually was brushing up against Johnny so I put my hand between his hand and Johnny’s crutch. I felt Johnny’s hardness twitch as I softly rubbed him up and down the length of his shaft through his pants, feeling my hand also rub against Clark who was caressing my pussy. I wrapped my other arm round Johnny’s neck and closed my eyes while arching my neck up to him. He knew what I wanted and suddenly I felt a pair of lips softly touching mine. I was being kissed by a man. A handsome, tall man who was ravenous for me. I gasped as his tongue pushed my red lips apart and entered my mouth. Our tongues danced together as we explored each other’s sensuality. He was a gorgeous kisser. Strong yet not forceful. I knew at that moment that I loved him and wanted to be his Jane forever. We three danced like that for ages, caressing each other and exploring each other’s bodies. I knew I had to be fair to Clark so I turned round and we repeated everything the other way round. Clark kissed very differently from Johnny. He was less strong but much more eager. His tongue raced round my mouth and his lips squashed against mine strongly. I loved his passion and eagerly responded kissing him passionately. I knew then that my best friend was now my lover and I loved him too. I was the girl to my boys and wanted them both forever. I had been caressing Clark’s cock and decided I wanted to taste it. I pulled away from my kiss and gasped “My boys it is time to unwrap my present. Please take your clothes off.” The boys continued caressing and kissing me while they took off their clothes. I felt and heard pants dropped and kicked away, and shirts almost ripped off and flung across the floor. Soon I had two naked men wrapped round me. I grasped hold of Clark’s cock and moved my small fingers slowly up and down. I reached out to the side where I had left a small jar of cream from my makeup kit and delved into it, pulling out a large knob of gel. I reached behind and found Johnny’s cock pressed against my panties. I caressed his cock and softly rubbed the cream onto it. I turned round to Johnny. “Darling Tarzan. Use this on me and take me. I want you in me when I bend over. Hold me to keep me steady when I please Superman” Johnny slowly pulled down my panties and started to rub the gel into my boy pussy. I turned back and whispered to Clark. “Don’t cum in my mouth, wait until you take me”. Then I bent down forwards kissing Clark’s chest as I went lower. I stopped and nibbled his belly button and felt strong arms behind me on my hips holding me up. I put my hands around Clark’s bum and he held my head as I neared his cock. “Oh yes Jane, please. Please suck me” gasped Clark as I opened my mouth and slid him into me. I loved the feeling of his warm cock in my mouth. I nestled my tongue against the underside of his tip, feeling him twitch and quiver as my wet tongue caressed the dimple of sensitivity. I felt his legs buckle as I slid down on him and he started to shout “Yes Yes”. Johnny meanwhile held me tight and as soon as my mouth had covered Clark he started to push himself into me. He was big and I was tight but he was an expert. He wriggled slowly in and out, each time going a little further. It hurt a little but it was also beautiful. At last I was being taken like a real girl. He put on more gel and entered me again, feeling my body wrap around his skin as he pushed. Further, deeper, further. He was in me. I felt for the first time the feeling of something foreign inside my body. I felt vulnerable, invaded. I could not resist this person doing what he wanted inside me. I know what it is like to be the feminine receiver, where the man gives and the girl has to take. She has no choice. She is a receptacle for his pleasure. And I loved it. He started to move back and forwards. Oh my God the feeling was incredible. He pushed against parts of my body inside that were intensely erotic. While he pushed faster, faster, harder, deeper my body began to rock with his rhythm. Like a rag doll I flopped and moved to his command. At the other end the rocking started to move my mouth up and down on Clark. As Johnny pushed in my body rocked and Clark’s cock went deep into my throat. As Johnny pulled me back as he came out, my mouth slid up Clarke’s shaft caressing him with my tongue. Soon we became a combined rhythm of pleasure, combining our movements into one writhing sensual being. We all gasped and moaned and rocked. We were one. I was the girl for my boys. I was theirs and they were mine. They took me from each end and at the same time I controlled them. Driving them mad with my sexuality. My dress and petticoats rustled and my stockings pulled against my legs as I moved. It was beautiful. Then I heard a loud shout from Johnny. “I’m coming Jane. I’m coming darling.” I pulled my mouth off Clark and yelled, “Fuck me Tarzan. Fuck me,” as he gasped and pushed one last time into my body. I felt him convulse inside me and his juices flowed inside. I felt like I could have his baby and wished I could. I knew I was his. I looked up to Clark. “I need you now Superman.” I turned round and faced Johnny who knelt in front of me as I bent down. Johnny held me up and kissed me passionately while Clark entered behind me. Clark was on the edge. He could hardly contain himself and instantly started pumping away hard. Johnny held me in place and delicately kissed me while Clark banged me like a rag doll from behind. It was weird. One end subtle, sensual and lovely while at the other end I was virtually being raped. It was gorgeous. Clark suddenly shouted at the top of his voice. “Jane, Jane I love you,” and he burst into a shuddering orgasm while Johnny held me tight and stared into my eyes. He looked at me and mouthed softly, “I love you too Jane. I am glad you are a real girl.” I fell to the floor as Clark canoe out of me and my boys fell either side. We held each other in a tight cuddle and I knew from that moment I was a real girl. I whispered and kissed each of them softly on their lips. “Merry Christmas my darling boys. I love you both.”