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Great Cockspectations or My Feminine Fortunes By Felicity Curlington Chapter 1: The Road To Girlyhood It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Both combined, it was the sexiest of times. It all started when I went to lunch with Casey Hunt. Casey was a woman that I worked with at Johnson Enterprises. She was a willowy beauty with sparkling eyes and long ringlet tresses. She was definitely the office 'hottie.' So imagine my surprise when she asked me, a skinny nobody of a guy, to lunch? I sat at the table while Casey delicately ate a small salad. I nervously glanced at her and looked away again, awed by her regal beauty. I sipped at my glass of water and summoned up the courage to say something to her. "Casey, I... I..." I started. "I just want to say thank you for inviting me to lunch. To be honest with you, I'm really flattered that you would want to be seen with me. I mean, I've seen the guys you normally hang out with and...." Casey laughed. "They're my dates silly. Oh... wait a minute... you don't think that this is a date do you?" I blushed. "Ummm.... No, of course not." Casey then took both of my hands and looked at me in the eyes. "My poor little dude. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. I invited you to lunch because I wanted to talk to you about what everyone is saying." "What are they saying?" I asked. "Well, you know... about you about your little problem," said Casey hesitantly. "What problem?" I asked, my hands sweating under Casey's bright pink fingertips. "Well," said Casey stopping to think about how to best proceed. "Some of the guys in the office have noticed how... well, how you don't really 'measure up' when they are standing next to you in the restroom." "And they told you this?" I asked withdrawing my hands from Casey's grasp. "No need to get all angry sweetie," said Casey. "It's not just me. All the girls know. It's why they call you Little Dude. You mean you didn't know?" "No I didn't," I said crossly. Casey went to hold my hand again. "I mean they all laughed when I said I was going to lunch with you. But I don't want to humiliate you, I want to help you. I might be your only friend here you know." I shifted uneasily in my seat. "Look, I can't help it if I was born with a tiny... well, you know what. I mean what can I do about it? It's not important anyway." "Oh darling, it IS important and that's why I'm here to help." Casey smiled at me sympathetically. "But before I help you I want to ask you a question. How would you like to have lots of friends?" "That would be great but it's not going to happen," I replied. "Why not?" asked Casey. "Well, guys don't like me much I guess. They're mean to me most of the time," I replied. "What if I told you there was a way to get the guys to like you?" "That would be great," I replied. Casey's beautifully manicured hands then reached into her Gucci purse. Her frosted pink nails emerged wrapped around a clear flask of what looked like milk or perhaps a liquid yoghurt. "Here," she said handing me a flask. "Drink a teaspoon of this a day and you will find your problem will... well, it won't be a problem anymore." "What is it?" I asked. "It is amazing, is what it is," she said. "Listen," she said looking at me directly in the eyes once again, "do you trust me?" "I guess," I replied. "Then do as I say and you won't look back." I took the flask and we went back to work. The next morning I woke up and went to the fridge where I had put Casey's flask. I unscrewed the top and poured some of the white creamy liquid onto a spoon. The taste of the fluid was amazing. It hit every taste bud along my tongue and made the hair on my skin stand on end. What was this stuff? I was addicted. That night I started having strange dreams. At first I was standing in the middle of my office surrounded by lots of the guys that I worked with. They were all staring at me and seemed interested in what I was saying. They were interesting too and very handsome. They were very fit and virile men I thought. On a platonic level that is. Nothing sexual. No, there was nothing sexual in giving them a manly hug I thought as my dream-self went to embrace one of the men. He returned the hug and leaned in to give me a forceful kiss on the lips. My dream-self returned the kiss and felt the man's tongue begin to probe my mouth. I woke up in a cold sweat. The following night, I dreamt that I was on a beach sitting next to a tanned muscular man. I couldn't help but stare at his bulging Speedos and imagine what his cock would look like if it was released from its lycra prison. His cock slowly tented upwards forcing the lycra fabric to stretch to its will. My dream-self began to grab the waistband and pull it back. I woke up again in a clammy sweat. The next day at work, I began to become fixated with the bulges in men's pants. At one point, Casey and another girl called Brittany caught me with my mouth open staring at the crotch of a fit young guy who worked in the office. She curtly pushed my mouth shut and whispered softly in my ear "his name is Brad and I know for a fact that he has an eight inch cock." I blushed at the knowledge. A few days later, a Playgirl and Cosmopolitan magazine arrived at my home addressed in my name. It seemed as though someone had signed me up to an annual subscription. Who would do that I thought? The only clue I had was an accompanying card that said "This is just a start sweetheart but it will help you begin to learn about your new life. Love C" That night I awoke to another fevered dream of muscular men and their cocks. I jumped out of bed and ran to get the Playgirl magazine. I ripped off the plastic wrapping and began hungrily leafing through its pages to feast my eyes on handsome cocks. The next day at work, Casey came up behind me in the kitchen. "Read any good magazines lately?" she asked. "Ummm... no... what do you mean?" I said blushing. Casey leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Did you like January's Man of The Month?" I was shocked and flustered. She sensed my discomfort and smiled devilishly before bending in again to whisper, "He makes me all hot and bothered too." Over the next few days, I could sense that my sexual orientation was changing. But the changes didn't stop there. I started to change physically as well. At first, it was the subtle changes to my hips. They were definitely becoming curvier. My legs started growing longer and day-by-day were covered in less and less hair. Goddammit, my legs were starting to take on the long shapely form of a showgirl's legs. They were getting so long that the bottom of my pants rode a good two inches above my shoes. I was getting concerned by these subtle but definitely feminine changes. However, it was only when I started growing breasts that I became truly alarmed. I couldn't go to work like this! I was sure that all of this had taken place because of the creamy liquid that Casey had given me. From the way she had spoken about "my little problem" I thought it was going to be something that would increase the size of my penis. Instead, it was turning me into a woman. Maybe there was a mix-up and Casey had got the wrong liquid. I rang Casey and told her of my predicament. "Don't worry sweetheart, keep taking the liquid for today and I will come over tomorrow after work and we will sort it out," she said. The next morning, I woke up to find that my penis had completely disappeared. In its place was a fully formed vagina. OMG, I was now a real girl! When Casey arrived, she was carrying bags of clothes which she had bought at the mall. I must have looked distressed when I opened the door. She held my shoulders and tried to calm me down saying "I know what you are going through sweetheart. The path to womanhood is never an easy one. But I am here to help." "That stuff you made me take. Is that what turned me into a woman?" I stammered. "You are not a true woman yet," she said in a knowing way. "You are a girl at the moment and yes, "that stuff" as you call it, made you who you were meant to be." "I wasn't meant to be a girl," I protested. "Of course you were," said Casey. "Girls have more fun than guys. You'll see." She opened a nearby Victoria's Secret bag and pulled out a pair of pink satin panties and a matching Wonder bra. "Look," she said, "try these on and see how you feel." For some reason, the logic seemed compelling. I also didn't feel embarrassed being nude in front of Casey. After all, we were both females now. I took the silky satin panties and pulled them up my long smooth legs. They were like an old friend returning home. I immediately felt calmer and smiled dreamily. "Panties will do that to a girl," Casey giggled. I next put the bra on and knew instinctively how to clasp it from behind. The satin straps gently gripped my shoulders, while the cups took the weight off my now large breasts. I went to the mirror and saw my reflection. I was a teenage beauty queen. A tear of joy trickled down my cheek which also made Casey cry. Wiping away her tears, Casey got up and pulled out a black glittery dress from a Forever 21 bag. "Here is your first LBD," she said and handed it to me. "LBD?" I asked. "Little Black Dress silly," she said. "What did you think I meant? Little Boy Dick or something. We both know you don't need that anymore." She laughed. I blushed and shimmied the tight dress up my body. The satin lining felt sensuous on my skin and the built-in tulle petticoat flared out the skirt in a very girly way. I breathed in as I pulled up the side zip and looked in the mirror again. "You can wear this to work as well as to a club. It is very versatile," Casey offered. "Now the final bit of clothing a girl needs are heels," said Casey as she reached in to a Jimmy Choo bag and pulled out a pair of shiny black patent pumps. Like Cinderella, my feet seemed to perfectly fit the curved pumps. Walking in them also felt natural as I swayed my hips to ensure a steady step. "Okay girlfriend, time to hit the mall," said Casey. Chapter 2: Clothing Maketh the Woman We pulled up to the mall in Casey's pink convertible. Could she have a more girlier car I thought as I opened the door. "Remember to swivel your butt in the seat to get out and don't forget to pull down your skirt down if it rides up," Casey advised. I gingerly put my heels on the ground as I swiveled out of the car. A gush of cool air hit my panties and my legs almost buckled in a girlish shiver. I steadied myself and started click-clacking my heels towards the mall. "First stop is the salon ummm..." Casey said trailing off into thought. "We need a new name for you. I can't just call you "sweetheart" and "girlfriend" all the time," Casey said. She stared at me hard. I was feeling uncomfortable. At that point, another gust of cool air threw up my skirt and sent a delicious shiver up my panties. I started to topple towards Casey on my heels. Casey caught me saying, "Steady there sweetheart, you almost fell." Her eyes then widened. "That's it!" she said. "Fell as in Felicity." "That's what we will call you - Felicity." "Okay I guess," I said uncertainly. "Okay Felicity, let's get you ready," she said. We walked into a large beauty salon where attractive young girls were busy styling hair, waxing legs and manicuring nails. An immaculately made-up woman who looked to be around forty greeted us with a wide pearly smile. "Hi Casey, how is my favorite Cee Cee girl?" she said. "Great thanks Angela. This is Felicity. I've brought her in for a makeover," said Casey. "Does she require Cee Cee services as well?" asked Angela. Casey laughed at the question. "No, not yet dear, the poor girl hasn't even been with a man yet." "Ohh how quaint. Are you a virgin dear?" said Angela turning to me. "Umm... yes," I said. "Well, I have some advice that your mother might not have told you dear. You may find your first cock to be a disappointment. There are a lot of disappointing cocks out there let me tell you. But don't be put off. Sleep with as many men as you can so that you can develop your pussy's 'palate' for different types of cock. You will find some absolutely delightful ones out there if you know where to look," said Angela. "Umm.. okay," I said blushing. What the hell was she talking about? There was no way that I was going to sleep with a guy. Not with a hot hunky guy's big throbbing delicious cock. I shook my myself to stop thinking about it. I was next ushered in to a chair where a young teenage girl asked me if I wanted any reading material while I waited. She returned with a pile of Playgirl magazines and pointed to the top issue. "I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "Brandy ripped out the centerfold for this issue to put on her wall at home. There's still lots to enjoy though. Like Jake..." I saw her eyes go all dreamy and she frantically waved her hands in front of her face in a mock effort to cool herself down. I then watched as her cute butt sashayed back to the reception. I opened the Playgirl magazine and was immediately greeted by Jake. He was a muscular football player from Texas with the body of god. His blue eyes pierced my soul and I wanted his muscular arms to grab me and protect me. I then looked down at his cock. This was a cock that would silence any protest. Its large powerful girth commanded submission from any woman. As I was staring, I was unaware of a female presence hovering above me. "He sure is dreamy isn't he," a voice said. I looked up to see a blonde woman of about thirty loudly chewing gum. "Hi, I'm Katie," she said. "Listen doll," she said between chews. "By the time I'm finished with you, you will have to beat off Jake with a stick. He won't be able to resist you." I didn't say anything but stared once again at Jake and thought about how powerless I would really be if he wanted to have sex with me. A stick wasn't going to stop a brute like him. Under Katie's capable hands, I emerged two hours later as a new woman. My long blonde hair had been sexily tousled while my fingers now sported hot pink nail extensions. My pubic hair had been shaved and my legs were velvety smooth. My long eyelashes batted back sex to any onlooker while my red lips invited hot kisses. My ears were pierced and my brows arched alluringly. I had now graduated from an innocent young beauty queen to a sexy woman on the prowl. Basically, Katie had fashioned me for one thing, and one thing only. Sex. Casey and I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for a new wardrobe for my new body. It felt great trying on dresses in women's changing rooms and chatting to other women about their own purchases. We spent about an hour shopping for lingerie in Victoria's Secret. Casey had told me that I would need lots of pairs of panties as some men liked to keep them as souvenirs while other men liked to rip them off a girl. This both scared me and excited me. Our final stop was at a handbag shop where I bought a very expensive Fendi handbag. "Just like guys check out each other's cars, us girls like to check out each other's handbags. It is like a status symbol to us," Casey explained. When we had finished shopping, we returned back to my place. "Okay Felicity, I'll let you unpack and get ready for our date tonight." "Date?" I asked. "It's okay sweetie, I'll be with you too. It's a double date. Tyronne and Brad will pick us up at 8.00pm," she replied. "Ummm... I..." I sputtered. "I know, I know," she said. "You are confused about who you will be going with and what dress to wear." Casey said in an understanding tone. "One step at a time. Tyronne is with me, so you will be dating Brad," Casey said. "Now, Brad likes his women to be very girly, so I would suggest the hot- pink ruched dress that we bought today. Make sure you wear the Vickie's pink thong with it," she said in a sisterly tone. She then reached into her handbag and handed me a pile of magnum-size condoms. "Put these in your purse with a set of replacement panties and some lipstick," she said. "Damn!" she said suddenly. "We forgot to buy a butt plug today." "It's okay though, I'll just tell Brad to lay off your ass until you are ready. It will be hard though, as Brad really likes to ass-fuck a gal," she said. "Or so, I'm told," she laughed. My mind reeled. "Are you talking about Brad from work?" I asked. "Yes, what other Brad would I be talking about Felicity? It's not like I would set you up with a total stranger," she said slightly offended. "You've spent so long looking at him. Well... now you can touch," she said. She gave me a peck on the cheek and turned to walk back to her car. Chapter 3: The Date Left alone in my room, I started to unpack my new wardrobe and think about the evening to come. After about half an hour, I had overcome my fear of going on a date and started to think about how I could impress Brad. I snipped the price tag off the Victoria's Secrets pink satin thong and adjusted the g-string so that it was comfortable in my ass. I then undid the wrapping on a sexy pair of thigh-high pink stockings which had a subtle love heart design on each leg. I grabbed the elastic tops and bunched up the delicate silk to pull them up my long smooth legs. I then grabbed the pink satin dress from its hanger. The short strapless dress didn't need a bra as it already had a tight corset built into the top half of the dress. I breathed in tight as I pulled and tugged the tight dress up my body. I spent a bit of time adjusting the top over my breasts to make sure they were properly supported. I then opened the box of my Badgley Michska pink heels and pulled out the two dainty pointed-toe pumps. I slipped them on my stocking-clad feet and stood up. I pulled down the hem of my dress to cover my stocking tops and walked over to my new jewelry drawer where I had just placed the jewelry I had bought at the mall. I picked out two hoop earrings and attached them carefully to my ears. I then took a large pink beaded bracelet and put it on one hand, while on the other hand I put three cute metal bangles. The bangles made a jingly jangly sound as I walked to the mirror to see how I looked. I was a girly vision in pink. The ruched design of my dress emphasized my butt and my breasts, while the girly love hearts on my stockings just screamed cute. I was satisfied Brad was going to like what he saw. I sat on the sofa reading Cosmopolitan and trying to pick up tips on how to seduce a man. There was a lot to take in on the different sexual positions that men enjoyed but I was relieved to read that most of the learning is done on the date as men usually take charge and will tell you what they want. When the doorbell rang, I sprang to my feet. My heart was fluttering as I grabbed my purse and took one last look in the mirror before heading to the door. I opened the door to see Brad dressed in a tight open-necked shirt and jeans. His muscular chest strained to be confined within the shirt while the large bulge in his jeans showed that Casey's whisper of an eight inch cock might be true. "Good evening Felicity," he said in a deep masculine voice. "Ummm... ahhh.. hi Brad," I said in a nervous girly reply. His large hand grabbed my small manicured fingers and led me to his car. Sitting in the back seat of the car was Casey and an unbelievably strong-looking man. This must be Tyronne I thought. Oh, wow. "Hi Felicity," said Casey sweetly. Brad opened the door to the front seat and bowed for me to enter. How gentlemanly, I thought. We drove to the club making light conversation. When we entered the club, the doorman immediately went to arrange a table for Tyronne and Casey, leaving Brad and I to wait in a queue. I stared at Brad's muscular shoulders and breathed in his aftershave. My eyes ran down to his tight butt which my hands dreamed to caress. I could feel moisture on my panties as I tried to calm myself down. I was in heat. We eventually got a table and sat down to eat. I was so nervous talking to this hunk of a man. At one point, Brad asked me what I was interested in. My consuming interest at that point was Brad. I blushed and remembered the advice from Cosmopolitan to be honest with your man. I blurted out, "You Brad." Brad laughed. "How about a dance?" Brad pulled me out on to the dance floor and wrapped his body close to mine. His powerful hands grabbed at my ruched butt as he leaned in to plant a forceful kiss on my glossy pink lips. I sucked in his breath as if it was the only air in the room. My tongue darted into his mouth as I felt his hard erection pushing against the wet satin fabric of my panties. I became acutely aware of my vulnerability. How could this flimsy satin shield protect me from this brute? I sat back at the table, hot and flustered and aching for sex. Surprisingly, we were then joined by Casey who was herself looking quite disheveled. "Hi Casey," I said. "I didn't expect to see you so soon." "Tyronne had other girls to fuck tonight," she said matter-of-factly. "What?!!" I said. "Aren't you jealous?" I asked. "Why would you go out with a bastard like that?" Casey just smiled. "Brad knows, don't you Brad?" Brad looked downbeat and sighed, "Yes." "Anyway, enough about me" Casey said brightly "what about you two?" "We were just about to go to my place," said Brad. "Great," said Casey. "Do you mind if I tag along?" "Sure can," said Brad excitedly. "Look, don't get any ideas Brad," said Casey sternly. "I didn't want to do this in front of Felicity but you need to know that Felicity is my friend but she is also a virgin. I really want this to be a good experience for her. I would like to be there with her and give her the pointers that I wish I had known when I was starting out." "Casey," I hissed. "Not in front of Brad, you will spoil everything. He doesn't need to know that I'm a virgin. Besides, I know a lot from reading Cosmopolitan," I said in my defense. Casey just smiled again with that same knowing smile. "Listen girlfriend, there is a BIG difference between reading Cosmopolitan and having hard, heaving sex. C'mon baby, let me help you," she said with puppy-dog eyes. "Okay" I said, resigned to being a stranger in the world of sex. "What do you say Brad?" Casey asked Brad. "Besides, it's not like I haven't already seen you naked." Brad blushed. "Alright," he said. My mind reeled, had Casey once dated Brad too? "Good," said Casey. "Oh and one thing Brad," said Casey as the waiter brought our bill to the table. "No fucking Felicity in the ass until her ass is properly stretched by a butt plug." I felt so embarrassed as I looked at the female waiter who unsuccessfully tried to hide a smirk at Casey's remark. Chapter 4: Bliss With Brad Casey and I sat on Brad's sofa while Brad made us both cocktails. Brad offered the cocktail to Casey first who replied "How appropriate, a nice cocktail while I was telling Felicity a few cock tales." She laughed confidently. I blushed. Brad looked nervous too. "Relax Brad," said Casey. "You are the man of the house tonight. Go on and do what any red-blooded male would do to a gorgeous chick like Felicity." Brad slowly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a taught chest of tight muscles. His hair had been waxed to better show off his physique but a tuft of pubic hair showed just above his belt. He moved towards me and pushed me down on my knees. I looked up at his towering body as he undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. I was staring straight ahead at his bulging underpants as they tented up towards me. "What are you waiting for," said Casey from behind me. "Unwrap your present sweetie." I moved my dainty hands towards the elastic top of Brad's underpants and slowly pulled. Brad's eight inch cock sprang out like a viper striking its prey. It hit me roughly on the side of my cheek and I recoiled in shock. "Don't worry Felicity," said the deep voice above me. "It won't bite." "It's okay Brad," said Casey. "Felicity is just suffering from a mild dose of cock shock. She hasn't seen a cock as big as yours before." Casey knelt down beside me and started stroking my face. "There, there Felicity. One step at a time. First give Brad's cock a little kiss. It is always important that you show respect to a real man's cock. Look at it in awe. Wonder at where it came from. Be humbled by its power. Then show your devotion to it," instructed Casey. I planted small butterfly kisses up and down the shaft of Brad's cock as my eyes explored its natural beauty. I was in awe of the throbbing veins that pulsated blood up its long shaft. I marveled at the perfect symmetry of the engorged circumcised head. I stopped and clenched my fist to compare it against Brad's huge hairy balls. The balls were bigger. I bathed in his musky smell of pure testosterone. I was in love. The next thing I heard was fingers being clicked near my ear. "Wake up Felicity," said Casey giggling. "I know it's easy to be hypnotized by cock but you have got to snap out of it." "Now that you have given the cock the respect it is owed, it is time to let it make friends with your body," said Casey. "First, invite it to visit your mouth," Casey instructed. I moved my mouth over the head of Brad's cock. It was warm and velvety smooth on my tongue. It felt like it belonged there. That this was its natural cave for shelter. "Okay," Casey continued. "Now relax your mouth and start moving it down the shaft." I had remembered from Cosmopolitan, that the best way to deep throat a guy was to learn how to relax your throat muscles and overcome your mouth's natural gag reflex. I concentrated hard on doing this as I slowly made my way down Brad's shaft. "Just take it slowly girl. You will know you are there when you feel Brad's pubes on your lips," said Casey helpfully. Inch, by painful inch, my mouth journeyed down Brad's glorious cock. Just when I thought I couldn't go any further I found the strength to push on to reach Brad's pubic hair. Tears trickled down my cheeks when I felt the wiry strands of Brad's pubes brush against my glossy lips. "Good girl," said Casey stroking my bloated cheeks and wiping away a tear. "Now you just have to repeat it. But this time a bit faster if you can. We haven't got all night you know," said Casey before looking up at Brad. "Maybe you could help her Brad" Casey offered. Brad then gripped my head with his two powerful hands and began slowly moving my head up and down his shaft. There was no taking it at my own pace now. I spluttered and choked as my mouth was forcefully put into service to lubricate Brad's compelling cock. "I find it best to hold on to a guy's butt checks for support," said Casey helpfully at one point. My pink manicured nails dug into Brad's naked ass as he pounded my mouth into submission. Just as I was getting used to Brad's cock in my mouth he stopped. He bent down to my eye level and roughly tongue kissed me before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to his bedroom. His bed was very masculine. It was covered in black satin sheets that were drenched with manly sweat. Brad threw me roughly on the bed and, like a magician pulling a table cloth out from under a dinner setting, Brad pulled my pink dress off with a single deft flourish. Not bothering to take off my panties, Brad just simply pushed them to one side as he plunged his angry cock into my virgin pussy. This is when Casey intervened. "Brad, aren't you forgetting something?" said Casey waving a condom in her hand. Brad looked guilty and withdrew his cock before walking over to Casey to grab the condom. "No offence Brad but Felicity isn't going to be bred until she is wed," said Casey. Brad then returned to the bed with a condom on his massive cock. He grabbed both of my arms and pushed me down. Here I was pinned to the bed under this massive hunk of meat. His hard chest pushed against the satin cups of my bra. He guided his cock into my pussy. Slowly at first, his buttocks pistoned up and down as he ground his cock further into the depths of my little pussy. He bit at my ear and passionately kissed my sore lips. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around Brad's ass so that he could penetrate me deeper. He started to thrust his cock faster and more forcefully. My nails dug into his back as I felt the start of small shivers coming from my pussy. "What you are feeling are pussy tremors," said Casey, who I realized was lying right next to me on the bed. "They are a girl's warning sign that a cunt convulsion is about to take place." Casey stopped and thought for a second before adding "You probably know it better as an orgasm. That's how they describe it in Cosmo and Playgirl don't they? I'm so used to my Cee Cee girl phrases, I forget how the other half live," she giggled. Just then a powerful wave hit my body and I uncontrollably convulsed in unadulterated pleasure. This was a joy I didn't think was possible. It took my writhing body to a new level of euphoria. I could only convey it to Brad and Casey by screaming as I held onto Brad's broad shoulders to steady the shakes. As the tremors died down, I hugged Brad cooing softly in his ear, "Ohh.. Brad, Brad." But Brad wasn't finished. He resumed his pistoning thrusts into my tired little pussy. Oh no. The tremors were coming again. With one powerful thrust Brad released a torrent of sperm into his condom as I had my second cunt convulsion (as Casey would call it). Brad's warm cum ballooned the condom in my cunt keeping the wall of my pussy warm like an internal hot water bottle. I drifted off to a blissful sleep in Brad's arms. Chapter 5: Cock Awareness The next morning, I awoke to the sound of Casey's voice. As I slowly opened my eyes, I became aware that I was using Brad's crotch as my pillow. My head was nestled in his pubic hair and his still condom- covered cock filled my field of vision. I heard the click of a camera. Casey was standing by the bed holding her phone. "Rise and shine lovers," said Casey. "I've bought you breakfast." Casey moved towards me and gently pulled the condom off Brad's cock making sure not to spill any cum on the satin sheets. She offered the condom to me. "Here," she said. "Let's start with an aperitif. It's not as good as the stuff I gave you in that flask but you will find it still tastes pretty good." I groggily got up and looked at her quizzically. In a soft voice so that Brad wouldn't hear I asked, "Are you saying that the stuff in the flask that turned me into a woman was cum?" "Yes," said Casey brightly. "But not just any cum. It is Overlord cum and it is very rare. You are a very lucky girl to be getting it. You could at least sound grateful," said Casey chastising me. I took the condom and began slurping down Brad's gooey cum. Casey was right, it did taste pretty good and before I knew it I was turning the condom inside out trying to lick the last drops of Brad's yummy liquid. I then realized that Brad was awake and watching me. Brad and Casey just laughed. "Look's like we have a greedy little cum slut on our hands" said Brad to Casey. "I think she is still hungry," Casey said conspiratorially to Brad. Brad got the message and moved towards me. He roughly pushed me down on the bed and positioned my head over the edge. He then moved around towards me and turned around to squat on my face. The weight of his ass pressed hard against my lips smothering my mouth. He rose to give me air and I gasped deeply. But before I could close my mouth he descended into it with his jock cock. Down it went to the untouched depths of my throat as tears streamed out of my eyes. "So my little slut wants cum does she," said Brad in a part menacing, part loving voice. "Mmmmpprphhh," I spluttered. How could I possibly reply when my mouth was stuffed with his meaty cock. Up and down Brad pistoned while I held onto his legs for support. And then I felt his leg muscles twitch and what felt like a gallon load of cum spurted deep into my belly. He left his cock in my mouth as it stated to deflate. When he finally pulled it out, I gave a very loud burp and then sat in silence, still stunned at the ferocity of Brad's attack on my face. Casey just shook her head. "I'm sorry Brad, Felicity obviously needs to learn some manners." "I'm sorry for burping," I said sincerely to Brad. Casey shook her head again. "I'm sorry Brad, you had better correct her." With that Brad took me over his knees and gave me a large smack on my butt. My eyes widened as my body was thrust forward from the force. What did I do wrong I thought frantically. Then the second slap hit my ass and my breasts jiggled uncontrollably against Brad's arm. My teary eyes turned to Casey for help but she just looked at me in disgust. After five more spankings, Brad thought it was time to give me a clue. "Don't you want to thank someone Felicity?" said Brad. Oh, so that was what they were looking for. "I'm so sorry, thank you Brad," I said in my best voice. Casey just shook her head once again. Brad rounded on me and let his hand strike down on my buttocks with a renewed vigour. My eyes almost popped out my sockets as my body thundered forward on Brad's lap and bewildering pain wracked my body. "Say it like you mean it," he roared. I started to cry. "I'm... sssoo sssorry Brad," I sobbed between tears "I... uhh.. really don't deserve your wonderful cock and all the precious cum it spared for a worthless slut like me," I blubbered. "I love your cock more than anything else in the world Brad. It deserves a better mouth than mine," I said as my tears trickled down Brad's knees. Brad gently stroked my hair as I continued to cry saying "that's a good girl" softly to me. After breakfast and a shower, Casey and I got ready to leave Brad's place. Brad gave me a big tongue kiss on the doorstep before slapping me hard on the bottom. I was in love. For the next day, all I could think of was Brad. Dreamy Brad. Hunky Brad. Big-cock stud Brad. My Brad. It was while I was in this daze, writing out over and over again in girly cursive "I love Brad", that Casey came to visit. "Hi Felicity, I just wanted to remind you that it is work tomorrow and that you will need some new clothes." "But how can I return to work as a girl?" I asked. "Don't worry about that, I have spoken to the CEO and he understands your situation. You have a meeting with him tomorrow," said Casey. "You know Tom Johnson?" I asked incredulously. "I don't know anyone who has ever seen him. The top floor is off limits to everyone I know." "It's not off limits to the girls. Particularly the Cee Cee Girls" said Casey proudly. "You keep talking about these Cee Cee Girls. Who are they?" I said. "Well I'm one and you could be one too if you want," said Casey not really answering my question. She then spotted my love letter to Brad and smiled. "I see that Brad has captured your heart," she said. "Yes" I blushed. "I can't deny it, he's just so manly." "Hmmmm," said Casey. "He is isn't he. And it's good to have a crush as a girl. But let me tell you there are guys who are much hotter than Brad out there. Don't settle on one guy until you have tried them all." "Brad is all I need," I said. "For now" said Casey. "Oh and I picked up these from the chemist in case you don't have a condom handy when you are next with Brad... or some other guy." Casey handed me a packet of birth control pills. "Speaking of some other guy," said Casey continuing. "One of the best places to check out guys is at the beach. It's the next best thing to seeing them naked." Casey suddenly got excited. "I know, how about we pick you up a bikini when we go shopping for your work clothes. Then we can hit the beach afterwards." The thought of rocking a bikini with my new body did sound exciting. "Okay" I said, this time without any nervousness. We headed to the mall where I tried on a number of suit skirts. They were all short and sexy as Casey said that I needed to be attractive in order to get a promotion as well as to keep Brad interested. She scared me that Brad might run off with Brittany who also knew how to work her wardrobe to get men. We then headed to Roxy to buy a bikini. I couldn't choose between a hot pink bikini with a scrunch-butt tanga bottom and a wet-look black bikini with a tie-side bottom. In the end I bought both as well as a pair of strappy beach heels and a pair of love-heart shaped sunglasses. We headed back to Casey's place to get changed. I had never been to Casey's place before and was quite keen to see what it looked like. I walked through the front door and got the shock of my life. All the walls in her front living room were covered in giant photos of men with cocks that defied reason. My eyes blurred in shock and when they came back into focus I began seeing details I had missed in the pictures' first visual assault on my senses. There was Casey in one of the pictures. Her body only came to the torso of the huge muscular man in the photo. He looked down on her with a smug grin as Casey nonchalantly rested her elbow against his long cock as though she was leaning on a bar counter waiting for a drink. Another photo had Casey holding up a tape measure against a potent cock. The measurement read 14 inches. OMG, that was six inches more than Brad. Come to think of it, that was more than three times the size of my former penis! "Casey," I said in a voice that betrayed amazement and respect. "Okay, Okay," she said. "Sit down, it's time to tell you about the Cee Cee Girl club." I sat down on her couch stunned. "A long time ago, I was once a young girl like you," she started. "I was dating jocks like Brad and I loved it... for a time." "Then I was introduced by a friend to a guy that had a ten inch cock. It was the biggest cock that I had ever seen. Have you heard the saying 'size matters'?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, it's true. Once that first ten inch cock had penetrated my pussy, all thoughts of smaller cocks just disappeared. From then on, my girlfriends and I started sharing details about the guys who 'made the grade' in the cock department. After a while, we got to thinking, wouldn't it be good if there was a register of big cocks that girls could sign up for. And that's where the Cee Cee Girl club started," she explained. "What does Cee Cee stand for?" I asked. "Well, originally it stood for the Cock Connoisseur Club but I have heard girls call it the Colossal Cocks Club, the Crave Cocks Club, the Classic Cock Club and the Cunt Convulsion Club. Whatever works for you I guess," she chuckled. "I think I will just stick with Brad's cock. It is big enough for me," I said. Casey smiled and then pointed to a picture on her wall of a large muscular man on a beach wearing a very tight pair of red Speedos that were doing their best to contain an enormous throbbing cock. My eyes were alternatively drawn to his cock and to his face that looked to the camera with confidence and charm. "See that picture," she said. "If your panties aren't wet within two seconds, then you are wrong," said Casey plainly. She then reached to feel my panties and withdrew two sopping-wet fingers. She smiled. "C'mon let's get those bikinis on and head to the beach where that picture was taken." Chapter 6: Cee Cee Beach In the end, I chose my wet-look black bikini. I felt it showed off my body the best. I tugged the shiny bikini bottom up my butt and pulled the sides out from getting stuck in my ass cheeks. Casey showed me how to tie the bikini top from the front and then swivel it around to the back. There were still a few womanly tricks that I still had to learn. I slipped on my pair of strappy sandals and applied red lip gloss to my lips. I bunched up my hair at the back and put my flowing locks into a floral scrunchie. I then grabbed some bangles from my jewelry drawer before grabbing a cute love-heart shaped purse that Casey had bought for me at the mall. Casey walked into the room wearing a lime green bikini with a scrunch- butt bottom. It was then that I noticed she had a tattoo just above her panty line. It was quite small and subtle but I could clearly make out what it said. It said "lovingly stretched by real cock" in an elegant cursive. Casey caught me looking at her tattoo and said, "I had it done to let people know what my body takes. You know like 'regular' or 'diesel' at a petrol station. This body only runs on big cock. I also like it because it says who I am now to my friends and family." "Your family knows you only date guys with big dicks?" I asked. "My family knows me better than that. They know that I am absolutely obsessed with big dicks. All the women in my family are now Cee Cee girls thanks to me and the men are just scared of talking about how big some of the cocks out there are. It's too confronting to their smaller dicks you see," said Casey matter-of-factly. "My mom is the biggest cock whore you've ever seen" said Casey laughing. "We often talk on the phone about the different cocks we have encountered. I think we are closer now that we both share the same passions," said Casey before pausing "...and sometimes we even share the same guys." When we had finished primping, we walked to Casey's pink convertible and headed to the beach. At the beach, we walked along the sand. I noticed lots of handsome men looking at me. They ogled my body like I was a piece of meat. I actually liked being a piece of meat to these hunks and was glad I was considered attractive. I smiled coyly at a few of the guys that made my heart beat that little bit faster. I could even see that one guy had a hard-on. I turned to Casey and asked, "As a girl, don't you find it so nice when you cause a complete stranger to get a hard-on just by looking at him?" Casey agreed and went on to add, "I once had a guy walk into a lamp post because he was so busy staring at me." "That would have really hurt his hard-on," I said. We both laughed. We eventually reached a cordoned-off area of the beach which where a large man sat on a chair preventing people from entering. When he saw Casey, his mouth widened to reveal a pearly white grin. He opened the cordon to let us through before adding "Fuck well today bitches." "Did he just call us bitches?" I said to Casey as walked through, slightly outraged at this anti-feminist put-down. "Yes dear, because that is what we are" said Casey in a matter-of-fact tone. "We are now in the Cee Cee girl section of the beach." "But I'm not a bitch," I said again angrily. "No, no, no Felicity," said Casey. "You don't understand. Listen, what do you call a female dog in heat?" "Umm... a bitch," I said. "Exactly!" said Casey eagerly. "That's why these men call us 'bitches' because we are like devoted little puppy dogs in heat when we are around them," she replied. "It is a sign of affection for them and for us it is an admittance of our sexual weakness in their presence. It really does make sense sweetheart," said Casey. We walked further down the beach where about thirty powerful-looking men were either sunbathing or swimming. Their tanned skin contrasted against the fine white sand and their muscled bodies were almost supernatural. These were real men. These were better men. These were perfect men. A large adonis loped up to me and shone me a smile that immediately resulted in a damp spot forming on the front of my bikini. I glanced down at his black Speedos that housed a limp cock that already bulged obscenely through the shiny fabric. This was a cock that threatened to bulge even more obscenely if aroused. "Hi..." I said in a nervous girly voice. "Not yet," he said laughing in a deep manly voice. "But I will be later." Another muscular stud came up to check me out. Before I knew it, I was the centre of attention as a sea of men crowded around me. The first man then spoke up to stake his territorial claim. "This bitch is mine. I saw her first so I get first dibs." With that he put his arm around my waist and said, "Hi'ya sexy, I'm Dave and you be my bitch today - you got that?" "But I already have a boyfriend," I said in a scared voice. Dave laughed. "Did you hear that, the bitch already has a boyfriend. What's his name sweetheart?" "Bbbrad," I stammered. "Well does Bbbrad have one of these?" he said and pulled down his Speedos to reveal an enormous cock. It had to be about 12 inches I thought. It scared me but I couldn't look away from its power and beauty. "Why don't you shake its hand," said Dave. I half-heartedly went through the motion of shaking the enormous cock as if it was Dave's third hand. Dave then put his cock back in his Speedos. Still erect, the Speedos were barely able to contain it. "Well now that you have been introduced, let's get down to business," he said and slapped my bikinied ass. "Bbbut my bbboyfriend Bbbrad," I stammered. Dave put his hand around my waist. He leant in to my ear and nibbled on the lobe. He then whispered, "Look baby doll, Brad doesn't have to know." I thought back to Angela's advice to try different men before settling down. Maybe she was right. As I was thinking, Dave slipped his hand down the back of my wet-look bikini bottom. His finger first probed my already-wet pussy and then a second finger started to probe my ass. "This looks like it needs a bit of stretching," he said. With this Casey ran up to apologize to the man. "I'm so sorry, Dave. I keep forgetting to buy her a butt plug. Don't worry, we will pick one up today." "S'cool," said Dave. "I can stretch her out a bit now." With that Dave inserted his two fingers into my pussy and asshole and picked me up off the ground as though I was a bowling ball. I fell forward but found my body was capably supported by Dave's strong hands. I felt so helpless as Dave strolled down the beach with me bobbing up and down on his hand. The rhythmic swaying of my body produced a strong up and down pull on my pussy and asshole. They were being tugged and stretched in new and not unpleasant ways. When Dave had reached his towel he threw me down on to it. I squinted up at the sun which was soon blocked by Dave's enormous body as it descended upon me. His rough stubble brushed my delicate cheeks as he probed his tongue into my mouth. I breathed in his musky breath that was 120% testosterone laced with cat nip. He was intoxicating. Dave's powerful fingers that had only moments ago probed my pussy and ass, now turned their attention to my breasts. They pushed away the triangle tops of my bikini and set my breasts free. One finger started twisting my left nipple which caused me to momentarily convulse up off the towel as though I had been given an electric shock. By now my wet- look bikini bottom did not just look wet, it was wet. Dave then tugged down his Speedos to release his enormous cock. It had to be at least 12 inches as my mind kept trying to reassure me that cocks didn't come any bigger than that. But Dave's cock was bigger than that said my eyes to my brain. Then, without any warning, Dave set his cock to attack my bikini bottoms. His cock pushed into my pussy causing my bikini ties to suddenly snap loose as my bikini bottom was pushed deep into my pussy by Dave's powerful cock. OMFG. I have never felt so full. So enveloped by a man's body that he is almost one with mine. Dave began violently thrusting his attack stick deep into my womb. The pussy tremors started almost immediately and a full-blown cunt convulsion soon followed. A few seconds later I had my second cunt convulsion. Dave had only been going for about thirty seconds but I was exhausted. How could I possibly go on I thought as a third cunt convulsion wracked my body. I started screaming. I sobbed and begged Dave to stop. "I can't take it any more," I pleaded. Dave leaned in on me, his sweat dripping on my back as he continued to pound. How could I get this man to stop shredding my pussy? I had an idea. "Please fuck me in the ass. I need my ass fucked badly," I said. Dave slowly stopped his pounding and withdrew his cock out of my pussy. I lay on the towel shivering in pain and pleasure. Dave then put his hand up my cunt and started fishing around for my bikini bottom. He pulled out the soppy fabric and held it in his hand. "Can I have a brief rest?" I asked as I continued to shiver in pussy aftershocks on the towel. "I thought you said you wanted your ass fucked but now you say you want a rest. I'm thinking that you're one of these women who has trouble making decisions. Well how about you leave the decisions to Dave." He then took my pussy-soaked bikini bottoms and shoved them in my mouth. "No more talking," he said. He then flipped me over like a pancake and without any warning I felt his cock begin to penetrate my virgin asshole. "Mmmrpphh," I screamed through my bikini stuffed mouth. The pain was excruciating as Dave thrust his cock further and further into my poor little asshole. Eventually he managed to get his whole cock inside and began jackhammering away at my poor little asshole. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he ejaculated a torrent of warm cum inside my ass. He collapsed on my back breathing heavily. His weight flattened my boobs against the towel and made it hard for me to breath. His salty sweat dripped down my face and on to my lips. After what seemed like an eternity, Dave got up. But instead of withdrawing his cock from my ass, he just pulled me up with him. Here I was once again dangling off the ground, this time stuck to Dave's immense cock. Dave's two massive hands help each of my breasts to hold me to his hard chest. "Let's go body surfing," said Dave. "The Cee Cee Girl way that is." I didn't like the sound of that as it seemed as though I was going to be the surfboard. What had Casey got me into here? Dave waded out into the surf with me still attached to his cock. He waited for a wave and then literally rode me to shore. I held my breath biting down hard on the bikini bottom still in my mouth as I tumbled through the surf. By the third wave, I had got the knack and became quite skilled at being Dave's surfboard. By the fifth wave, it was actually quite fun. My ass had now relaxed and was being pleasantly stimulated by Dave's cock. Dave obviously sensed my pleasure as well and started grinding his cock harder into my ass while we surfed. When we had finished surfing, Dave carried me to shore where Casey was waiting naked with that guilty 'just-fucked' look on her face. "Hi Felicity," she said. Dave looked at her and said teasingly, "Oh, so you want your girlfriend back?" "Yes please," said Casey. "Okay," said Dave and shrugged his shoulders. Dave then grabbed me by the hip and I fell forward. Supporting my waist, he started pulling me back up and down on his cock. His sand-covered balls slapped like rough sandpaper against my cunt. This was rough and dirty sex. But this time I was really enjoying the ass pounding he was giving me. His thrusts got faster and faster as he neared ejaculation. How could he be coming again so soon I thought? What stamina these big- cocked guys have. By this time my pussy tremors had started as well. Then with an almighty burst, a torrent of cum erupted from Dave's cock and sent me flying off of his cock with the force of a firehose. I had a mind-numbingly beautiful cunt convulsion as I flew through the air into the arms of Casey who hugged me while my body spasmed uncontrollably in bliss. "So do you want to be a Cee Cee Girl now?" asked Casey once my body had relaxed. "Where do I sign?" I said. Why on earth would she ask me that question after the fuck I just had. Chapter 7: Getting Used To Being Naked Casey and I walked up the beach naked while we held each other's hand. Casey smiled as I gushed forth like an excited schoolgirl, telling her about how Dave had fucked me. I suddenly became aware that I was naked. "Casey, we don't have any clothes to return to the car," I said shocked. "Also, what happened to my purse?" "Calm down sweetie, everything will be fine," said Casey. "We will get that gentlemen to escort us to the car," she said and motioned to a large muscular man a tattoo of a snake on his shoulder and a prominent scar on his cheek. He looked handsome but he also looked dangerous. He certainly didn't look like a gentleman. Casey winked at me and said, "Watch and learn, sweetie." Casey walked up to the man and cleared her throat. "My girlfriend and I have lost our clothes and were wondering if you might be able to escort us to our car?" Casey asked in a theatrically innocent voice. The man smiled. I became frightened as it wasn't a nice looking smile. Without warning I found myself being grabbed by the waist and pulled towards his muscular torso. I looked to Casey for help but found that she too had been grabbed and held in his tight clasp. I could feel his erection stirring from within his Speedos as he pulled us even tighter towards his body. "What's the hurry?" the man leered. "Don't you want to get to know me first?" Felicity nudged me in the chest with her free hand. "Say something Felicity," she hissed urgently. I found it hard to speak with this man's powerful arm crushing my girly body. "We love you," I stammered. I don't know why I said that but it just came out. The man who was holding me laughed a deep booming laugh. "I'm not looking for love," said the man. "I'm lookin' for something more... short term." With that, his smile widened and I found myself suddenly released from his grip. He threw me roughly on to the sand. Next, I felt Casey's soft body push down on top of me. Her pillowy breasts felt sensuous on my back as they began rubbing backwards and forward. I heard her moan in pleasure as the muscular man fucked her on top of me. I held Casey's hand and craned my head up to look at her. I could see the brute's powerful butt as it arched up and down. I felt Casey's hand reach under my body. She started rubbing my pussy first slowly but then more vigorously as the man increased his fucking. We both shared joint cunt convulsions as we gripped each other's hand in loving support. This was such a special moment. I wish someone could have taken a photo to capture it. When the man had finished, he pulled up his Speedos. He then effortlessly lifted both of us up on to each of his shoulders. We were both draped butt-first over the front of this mountain of a man. I rested my head on the side of his rock-hard chest just above his Speedos. A strong smell of sex still emanated from his cock which bobbed up and down in the lycra covering as we walked up the beach. I tried to keep my long hair gathered but eventually gave up and let it drape down this monster's long legs. I looked over to Casey and said shamefully, "Look at us Casey!" We were two trophies being carried away by this brutish caveman. Casey didn't seem to care and said, "Yes, people will look at us girlfriend. You should be proud." The man carried us past the cordoned-off area to where the general public was enjoying a nice Sunday afternoon at the beach. A young girl tugged her mother's arm while she pointed at us resulting in the mother covering the child's eyes. A prim looking lady in her fifties said loudly to us, "You should be ashamed." Casey just smiled and replied, "Jealousy will get you nowhere." I was so humiliated by all the people staring at my naked body and being totally submissive to the man who was carrying me. At the same time, I had never felt so alive. Eventually, the man reached Casey's car and threw us both into the front seats of the open convertible. "Thank you for your generous lift and for fucking me silly Sir," said Casey loudly causing an onlooker to crane his head in disbelief. "yyyess.. tthanks Ssssir," I echoed nervously as Casey nudged me. The man simply shrugged and said, "Later." We sat naked in the car while people stared at us and took pictures with their phones. Casey reached under the seat to pull out a spare key she had deposited there. I pulled my seat belt over my naked body as Casey drove slowly up the street in the heavy traffic. We got lots of wolf whistles from passing cars and pedestrians as we drove. I was so embarrassed but Casey seemed quite calm, even stopping to apply lipstick in the mirror when she stopped at a traffic light. Just when I thought my humiliation couldn't get any worse, Casey pulled into the mall where hundreds of busy shoppers were enjoying their weekend. "What are you doing?" I said urgently to Casey. "You know I promised Dave that I would buy you a butt plug and besides we need to do something about our sore little pussies after all that fucking" said Casey as if I was a silly school girl. With that, she got out of the car and started walking purposefully towards the mall. I cowered in the front seat using my hands to cover my body from the crowd of people who had started converging around the car to look at us. Please let it stop I thought as I curled up into a ball on Casey's white leather seat. Just then I heard Casey's voice shouting at me from a distance. "Felicity," she yelled. I tightened my body once again. "Felicity," she yelled again. "I can't buy a butt plug by myself you know. You need to try it out for size." I could hear uproarious laughter from the crowd. One woman leaned in to the car and said in a sneering voice, "Yeah, Felicity. She can't buy a butt plug by herself you know." Her voice then erupted into a throaty laugh. I had no choice I had to get away from this crowd. I ran out of the car towards Casey who took my hand. Together we walked naked into the mall. Chapter 8: The Cee Cee Salon The mall air conditioning was freezing on my naked body. I couldn't believe Casey could stand it either as she casually browsed in shop windows oblivious to the cold or to the attention she was getting from the clothed public. I kept tugging at her hand urging her to move faster but she just smiled and pretended to ignore me. We eventually reached the salon where I had my makeover. I couldn't believe that it had only been a day since I was last here. As they say, what a difference a day makes. The salon owner Angela greeted us again as we entered. She looked at our naked bodies and dishevelled hair and said, "Busy day huh girls?" Casey kissed her on the cheek and replied, "Y'know how it is Ange - it's been a "bitch" of a day." Angela laughed and then turned to me. "So Felicity, has Casey here been teaching you some bad habits" asked Angela in a mocking voice. "She has..." I said but before I could finish Casey interrupted. "Felicity has had a bit of a fast track to becoming a Cock Connoisseur Ange. Only last night she was in love with this other guy but today she is smitten by big cock" said Casey. "She just L-O-V-E s them." "Good girl, you took my advice didn't you?" said Angela beaming at me. She then stopped and turned to Casey. "So what changed her?" asked Angela curiously as though I wasn't even there. "Do you know Dave?" asked Casey. "You don't mean Dave Porter do you?" asked Angela, her teeth widening in a lustful smile. "The very same," replied Casey. Angela put her hand up to mock fan herself. "You are making me wet by just saying his name. Stop it Casey or I will make a mess on the floor," she said. They both laughed. Angela then looked back to me. "So, I suppose you will be wanting Cee Cee Girl services today Felicity?" I looked to Casey hesitantly. "Yes," said Casey, "maybe you could give Felicity a tour?" Angela then led us both into a corner of the shop I hadn't seen yesterday. She walked up to an elaborate gold door with the words "Cee Cee Girls Only" engraved in a sultry red. Walking through the door, I was confronted with a second salon. Only this time, the walls were plastered with pictures of naked men with huge cocks much like at Casey's house. I also couldn't help noticing that many of the seats had large dildos attached to their base. This was not the same salon. This wasn't a salon for impressionable girls seeking professional help on how to look pretty. This was a salon for confident women who knew their sexuality. A young woman with blonde frizzy hair walked up to greet us. She was wearing a short black skirt and a bright pink t-shirt with the words "Real Men Luver" written in gold glitter over her pert breasts. "This is Courtney, she will look after you," said Angela and she turned to leave. "Hi," said Courtney looking us up and down. "You must tell me what happened to you both. C'mon I want all the details - how many were there, what were their sizes. I don't want any skimping on the particulars ladies." Casey told Courtney about our day and Courtney asked lots of questions about our men. If I didn't know better, I might have thought that Courtney was jealous. "Now first things, first," said Courtney. "I would imagine your pussies are pretty sore after the pounding they had?" said Courtney in motherly voice. "It's time for you to treat your little girls to a pussage." "A pussage?" I asked. "Yes," said Courtney blankly, "a pussy massage." Courtney led us to one of the seats which had a big dildo menacingly placed in the centre. She can't be expecting us to sit on that after what we have been through I thought. How can that heal our poor pussies? Casey eased her pussy down on the long dildo and breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't so quick and stood firm, still looking at the dildo in disbelief. "C'mon Felicity," said Casey. "It's wonderful. It will turn your rough pussy into a purring kitty." I hesitantly lowered my body down on the dildo. Unlike the hard meaty cocks I had rode today, the dildo felt soft and soothing. It delightfully filled up my pussy giving me that completeness I had felt with Brad and his bloated condom. My skin tingled as a soft mist emanated from the walls of the dildo. The mist calmed my ravaged pussy like a sleepy sedative. "Okay," said Courtney. "While your little girls are getting a much- needed rest, I'll rub some cock lotion on your jaws. I imagine they got a bit of a work out too," she said. "You bet Courtney," said Casey. "I've got a bad case of cock jaw from sucking this guy I'm dating." "Is he the one with the 14 inch cock you were telling me about the other day?" asked Courtney stopping to put her hands on hips. "That's him. He can really do damage to a girl's mouth," said Casey in a pained voice. Courtney winced in sympathy and then went to the counter to pick up some magazines. She handed copies to both of us. "Here is the latest Cee Cee Girl Monthly," said Courtney. I picked up the magazine and began leafing through the pages. I couldn't believe that there was a magazine devoted to the Cee Cee Girl lifestyle. Apart from the pictures of hunky men there were articles on "pussy adjustment" and throat surgery to remove the gag reflex. There was a feature article on a woman called Cynthia who was engaged to marry a basketball team. Apparently she couldn't choose between the players and ended up deciding to marry the whole team. Casey caught my wide eyes as I was reading the article and said in a boastful voice "I know her." "What?!" I said. "Yes, I'm going to be one of the bridesmaids at her wedding," said Casey. She looked brightly at me and said, "She could never make up her mind with guys. Now she has plenty of choice. Isn't she going to be a lucky girl!" "I guess," I said unsure about how a woman could handle sex with an entire basketball team. "There's no guess work girl," said Casey. "I know, I know. You're doing the math and thinking twelve into one doesn't fit. But you should be thinking like a basketballer. As a girl, we have three openings to accommodate men, right? Well, basketballers love to score a three- pointer don't they? So i