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Goes to College By Gingerfred Man Chapter One - I am Chrissie Ever since I can remember, I wanted to look pretty. My Mom named me Christopher and for a while, we all pretended that I was like other boys. But I wasn't. Mom understood my need to look way prettier than other boys. So from the ages of five to nine, she dressed me in the most lovely boy's things in the world. Pretty colors like lilac and pink and aqua. Short pants with ruffles and lace. Little, white, turned-over sissy socks with frills at the ankles and single-strap, patent-leather, Mary Jane shoes. And the sweetest, round, Buster Brown hats! I was adorable. To Mom. And to my dog, Sparky. Maybe to my Daddy. Maybe not. But I was sort of getting beat up at school a lot. So we had to do something else. I could have learned martial arts and broken all those bullies' fat noses. Unlikely. I could have gone back to wearing icky, disgusting "normal" boy's clothes. Never. I could have followed Mom's plan. Yes. Chapter Two - Mom's Plan Mom was and is a visionary. She knew that, in the age of the Internet, it was finally possible to hook up with people who share your interests. No matter how narrow. Mom found, through diligent efforts, the mothers of three other boys my age who didn't want to wear regular boy's clothes ever again, were being bullied about it, and were willing to form a bond in a new place. We were going to form a sort of "pretty boys' colony" in a small Wisconsin town south of the big city of Fromage. The town of Tolerance, Wisconsin was aptly named. Four boys who didn't want to dress and act like "normal" boys wouldn't just be tolerated. They would be embraced. Assuming one of the boys made some compromises. Me. I loved the idea of living in Tolerance with three like-minded boys. I didn't much like the central norm of the new group. Mom said that the other boys, named Stacey, Leslie, and Robin, all dressed as girls. As girls. Not pretty boys! Mom showed me pictures of the boys wearing the prettiest, frilliest dresses, with lots of petticoats, frilly socks and patent-leather Mary Jane shoes. They were gorgeous. And then it hit me. I could be gorgeous. Just like Stacey, Leslie, and Robin. I hugged Mom and said, "Let's move to Tolerance." And we did. Chapter Three - Through High School Stacey, Leslie and Robin and I bonded quickly in our new home. We all lived within four blocks of each other and we would meet after school every day to do our homework, play hopscotch and play with our dollies and such. There were no bullies at our school. In fact, people there gave us the best treatment they could - they treated what we did as just another branch of normal. We obviously stood out. No one else wore party dresses to school every day. The girls almost always wore pants. And we showed bare leg up to our petticoats. So we got some looks. ++ Mostly from men. OK. Almost all from men. Goodness knows what awful things they were thinking. Especially since it was common knowledge that the Flouncy Four were actually penis- packers. But we hardly noticed all that. We were living life on our own terms. And that's hard to beat, isn't it? By the time we entered middle school at age ten, we began to dress more age-appropriately. For a girl of the 1950s anyway. While most of the girls in our school dressed like lumberjacks on casual Friday, we always wore skirts or dresses. And stockings, of course. With two-inch heels. We obviously stood out. Which was OK with me. I was beginning to become aware of my heterosexuality. And I wanted the girls to notice me. Because I knew that, if I was really pretty, pretty girls would want me to kiss them. And court them. And marry one of them. And have babies with her. That didn't actually work out. But I guess you figured that. A word about my three best friends. Leslie was a very pretty blonde with lots of curls and the best legs of us all. He was really smart and had a strong personality. Robin was a lovely brunette with straight hair who was tall and slim. He was a whiz in school and usually went along with whatever Leslie wanted to do. From the age of about 11 on, it was clear that Leslie and Robin were a match. Not that they ignored Stacey and me. But they almost acted as if they were in love or something. Ick. Stacey was my best friend. He was a redhead with the fiery personality to go with it. He was drop-dead gorgeous. And he had the soul of a poet. I was no slouch in the looks department either. Blonde like Leslie. But even prettier. Men stared at my beauty and my legs, because early on, I discovered that I loved stiletto heels. By age 12, I was wearing four-inch pumps. And I was a whiz in school as well. Stacey and I were the innocents. Leslie and Robin were the little tarts who discovered each other's sexiness at age 12, boys at age 14 and men at age 16. Ick again. It was OK that Leslie and Robin were little "homos." Live and let live in Tolerance. But Stacey and I were pure. And hetero. Which meant that we didn't "get any" for way too long. When my Mom saw the first whiffs of puberty about to attack us, she got with the other moms and found an excellent doctor who knew his way around a female hormone. Dr. Speculum saw us all once a month for shots and a checkup. He always seemed much happier to see Leslie and Robin than he was to see Stacey and me. Didn't he seem to enjoy seeing my naked bottom before he gave me a shot? Of course. It was a very pretty bottom. Didn't he pay a little too much attention to my budding titties as they grew to peach-size - almost all nipple? Of course. My nipples and titties were beautiful. And they're way more beautiful (and bigger) now. But I didn't think much of it at the time. The Flouncy Four didn't go to high school. We were homeschooled by the four moms. Each took a subject - social studies, math, English and science. And they were good teachers. The moms figured that we were so attractive that we would be over- pursued in a mainstream high school. But I wanted girls to over-pursue me, I told Mom. She gave me kind of a sad look and said, "It's for the best, Chrissie." Mom was usually right. And Daddy almost always let her get her way. Daddy was pretty much a spectator. Especially when Stacey. Leslie and Robin were around. He spectated super especially when it was my turn to host the Friday night sleepovers at our house. The four of us would get into our cute, tiny babydolls and giggle about everything. Then we would come downstairs and give Mom and Daddy a nice goodnight kiss. Sitting on Daddy's lap when we kissed him good night. Daddy seemed to like that very much. Somehow Stacey and I managed to get through high school without a single date. Of course we were too shy to ask girls. And too hetero to say yes to the hundreds of date requests we got from boys and men. Not so for Leslie and Robin. They went to the senior prom with boys! And the junior prom! And the Homecoming dances! And Saturday night movie dates with kissing! Tongue kissing! Not to mention doing goodness knows what with men like those construction workers they liked to parade by every day on their "walkies." Did I mention, "Ick!" Stacey and I turned 18 the summer before we were to go to college. We had been accepted at a wonderful Northeastern liberal arts college and we were going together. Leslie and Robin were going to a notorious party school, where they would notoriously party. Mom was concerned about keeping up our hormone shots, so she took Stacey and me to see Dr. Speculum one last time before we were off to college. While we were being examined, Mom worked out the details for us getting shots while at college. That exam was different from the others. Stacey went first. And he was in there a good 70 minutes. When he came out, his face was flushed and he looked odd! I wanted to ask him what happened, but I was whisked into Dr. Speculum's exam room before I could. Dr. Speculum gave me the same half-leer he had been giving me over the past year or so. He looked at me, licked his lips, and mumbled something like, "My finest creation." I had to admit that he did great work. At age 18, my titties were between a B cup and a C cup. Narrow waist. Adams apple receded. Voice girlish. But my cock still grew to its full five inches with little provocation. "Strip down to your stockings and garters, Sweetie," Dr. Speculum said. Oh dear. Was it the way that he said that? My penis was hard. How embarrassing. I willed it down. That never works. So I stripped down to my black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced- heel-and-toe stockings, ruffled garter belt; black, bikini panties; black bra; and four-inch stiletto sandals. Did I hear Dr. Speculum gasp? Was Dr. Speculum gay? I was a boy, after all. We were both men. And he was looking at me as if I were his wettest dream. Come to think of it, most men had that reaction when they saw me. Were most men gay? Anyway, I undid my bra and released the twins. Big nipples. Perfect shape. Another gasp. Panties off next. A stifled gasp. Oh no. My cock wouldn't go down. Would Dr. Speculum think I was gay? Would he tell all his patients that I was gay? No. Doctor-patient privilege would prevent all that. "Let me see how our work is progressing, Honey," he said. There had been a lot of that "honey" and "sweetie" stuff since I approached and surpassed 18 years of age. I blushed as he touched my left breast. And I gasped as he lightly stroked and pinched the nipple. Oh no. That gooey stuff that oozed out of my peelips sometimes when I kissed Daddy goodnight was oozing again. Please don't let Dr. Speculum notice. He would get the entirely wrong idea. Oh no. He was "examining" my foreskin. Unhooding and hooding my leaky red knob. Which was leaking even more. Oh no. As he did that, he had reached behind me and slid an examining finger into my bumhole! "Just checking your prostate, honey," he said, using his best bedside manner. My prostate! Rubbing! My glans! Unhooding and hooding! [Gasp!] I cried out. And experienced the first orgasm of my sheltered life. It was a doozy! I expelled a life-thus-far supply or sperm and semen. As Dr. Speculum said, "That's it, baby. Let it out. Let it all out. You needed that. Bad." I could only gasp and whimper. Oh no. Was I gay now? If so, being gay seemed pretty good thus far. That was the most wonderful 90 seconds of my life. But things took an unexpected turn. I looked Dr. Speculum in the eyes and saw fiery lust. I looked down and saw that he had pulled his XXL cock out of his pants and it was staring at me. Saucily. It was saying, "Hey, Chrissie. You had your fun, now where's mine?" Good question. And fair was fair. But how could I do anything with or to Dr. Speculum's cock and maintain my lifelong commitment to heterosexuality? Not to worry. Dr. Speculum took charge. He closed the gap between us. Took me into his manly arms. And began to kiss me. as he rubbed his stiff penis against my own. Which was still slippery from all that creamy goo he had make me shoot. The kissing was the gayest part! He was able to FORCE his tongue between my lips. Probably because my mouth was open from gasping as we rubbed cum-drenched cocks. It was a nightmare. Mostly. He kept muttering something about "I created you," as if he were Dr. Frankenstein or something. And I didn't totally enjoy it when he and I started shooting our creamy stuff all over each other's bellies. Though it wasn't completely horrible. When my last orgasmic tremor passed, I managed to recover my bra and panties and scramble to a corner to get them back on. Dr. Speculum looked disappointed. But by no means repentant. "You're by far the most beautiful and sexiest of the four, Chrissie. It's a shame you and Stacey haven't abandoned your silly notions about your so-called heterosexuality. " Silly notions?!?! Hmmmph. Dr. Speculum was just another gay person who mistook me for one of them. The world seemed to be filling up with people like that. He didn't come near me as I put my bra and panties back on, wiped my spermy stomach dry with some paper towels, put on my dress and said, "I'll have my hormone shot now, please, Dr. Speculum" as haughtily as I could." I know that was giving the lecher one more chance to assault me, but I needed that shot. I lifted my dress, lowered my panties and bent over. Quivering just a little. Dr. Speculum took his sweet time getting the shot ready. I think he was admiring my bare bum. And my bum hole. He did more than a reasonable amount of ass-rubbing to find the right spot for the shot. Then he finally gave it to me. I tried to think of baby ducks swimming in a pond. But my cock betrayed me again. It was stiff. The awful man noticed. He whispered, "Please let me help you get rid of that pain I know you feel when your penis gets stiff. I'll be quick. And gentle. Just stay bent over." I was trembling. But didn't say no. He began to tickle my knob. Really nicely. Though it was very gay. But there were probably sound medical reasons for him to take my pain away. So I let him do awful gay things. Like entering my pretty bumhole with a very rude finger. Then rubbing what I leaned in health class was my prostate. Ohhhhhh! That was horrible. And bone-crushingly delicious. Three minutes into it, I was screaming and creaming. Dr. Speculum, the brute, was delighted. That time, he let me get redressed and, as he led an exhausted me out of his office, he said, "I'll be travelling to your college once a month to give you your shots. I hope we can spend some non-office time together." I only nodded. It didn't sound as horrifying as I may have once thought. I rejoined Mom and Stacey in the waiting room. Mom seemed as if she knew exactly what had happened to Stacey and me in Dr. Speculum's office that day. And I think she approved. Did Mom think I was gay? Or want me to be gay? Anyway, Mom declared that Stacey and I needed a sleepover at our house that night. And Mom's word was law. So that night, after Mom, Daddy, Stacey and I ate meat loaf, mashed potatoes, canned corn and ice cream, Stacey and I went upstairs, got into our tiny nighties, went downstairs, and kissed Daddy good night. Oh no! I was stiff when I sat on Daddy's lap. Had Dr. Speculum infected me with gayness that afternoon? I tried to hide it, but I think Daddy noticed. Stacey's erection when he sat on Daddy was too big to hide. Stacey had a bigger boy cock. Around six inches to my five. And it was hot and throbbing as he submitted to Daddy's good night kiss. I was blushing furiously when I grabbed Stacey by the hand and led him up to bed. As pretty boys, we were in touch with our feelings, and not afraid to show affection. So we weren't hesitant about getting into my double bed and holding each other closely. Even though our raging erections were the 800-pound gorilla in the room who was beating his chest and demanding that we discuss him. Then we confided. "Dr. Speculum MADE me do awful gay things today," Stacey said. "Me too, Stacey," I replied. "But it wasn't all awful, was it?" Stacey looked at me. Then he began to giggle. "No. Not all of it," he managed to say. "I liked the parts when I shot that creamy stuff out of my penis, didn't you?" I inquired. "He was good at that, wasn't he? For a gay man, I mean. Had you ever shot your stuff before?" "Never," I admitted. "But I would like to do it some more. With a girl, I mean." Stacey nodded. Then he said something very wise. "Maybe we need to practice doing that. With each other. I mean we look like girls - better than girls - and way prettier. We could improve our skills and, you know, be more able to attract girls." What a brilliant idea! Leslie and Robin always slept in the guest room when they were at our sleepovers. And I'm pretty sure they had been doing some heavy "practicing" with each other since they were 12 or so. I told Stacey he had a great idea. Then I proposed that we take our panties off and see what developed. It developed quickly. Stacey made the first move. He laid his lips on mine and gave me his tongue. My first real kiss (not counting the one Dr. Speculum FORCED on me). It was yummy! And not gay at all. Since Stacey was a girlish boy and we were practicing for future girls. Rationalization is a beautiful thing, isn't it? Stacey was a darn good kisser and I was learning from him very quickly. He was also an awfully good "ball handler," giving my little peanuts the nicest stir as we kissed. I had never touched another person's penis before, but I laid my delicate fingers onto Stacey's and he groaned. For the first time, I felt true sexual power. It was intoxicating. I ran my fingers along Stacey's thick shaft, then moved to his knob. Which drew a gasp. I liked it all very much. I dug my tongue a little more deeply into Stacey's pretty mouth as I skinned the pretty boy's knoblet. Up and down. Kissing. Rubbing my own cock against Stacey's inquiring hand. It was delicious. Round one ended too quickly. Stacey shot his cream all over my hand. I soaked the front skirts of Stacey's babydoll. It was a good thing we had more rounds in our weapons. It wasn't even 8 p.m. yet. Once again, I was the slow one though. Stacey and I tongue-kissed ferociously, which was amazingly great in itself. But I could feel Stacey's naughty fingers playing tickle games with my penis. Trying to get it stiff again. When it got to half-mast, Stacey broke the kiss and scooted down so that his mouth was even with my girlish penis. And you'll never guess what happened. Even though I was all covered in sperm and semen down there, Stacey began to kiss and lick my penis! From the root to the knob! But mostly at the knob. From which, by my moans and grunts, Stacey could discern that he was getting the most excitement per lick (EPL is the acronym). My best friend and fellow heterosexual pantyboy was licking my pricklette. All over! The bad boy even licked my testicles. And sucked them too. It was astoundingly exciting and luscious to me, whose first orgasm had been four hours earlier. I spunked all right. Good and hard. All over Stacey's pretty face. And, being a gentleman, I recompensed the deliverer of such pleasure by scooting around in bed into position to give Stacey the best fellatio I could manage as a first timer. According to Stacey, it was pretty darn good. According to Stacey's sex organs, it was really good. My friend drenched my face with a big, hot load. But then, as the last spurt emerged from Stacey's peelips, my bedroom door opened!!! It was Mom!!! "Hi, boys," she said. "I was wondering if you needed... What's this?" Stacey squealed most unmanfully. I think I did too. Though my cardiac arrest symptoms may have impaired my hearing at the time. Vaguely, I thought, "I'm sure I locked that door." But no matter. My mother had just caught Stacey and me in bed. No panties. Cocks dripping sperm. Faces and tummies covered with sperm. No real plausible denial for that scenario, is there? When my heart rate got below 200, I watched as Mom sat on the end of the bed and very calmly said, "At last." At last!?!?!? What was she saying? I looked at Stacey, who looked as if he was ready to cry from the shame of being exposed as a cocksucking little homosexual. Then I looked back at Mom. Who went on. "You two little ninnies have been missing the boat all your lives until today. Do you have any idea of how sexy the two of you are? And how terrible it is to waste such erotic power? "If just about any man on earth walked in on the two of you and saw what I just saw, he would either faint or sexually assault you. You two, and those two little tramps, Leslie and Robin, are the sexiest four people in Wisconsin. Maybe the Midwest. They use it. Every day. You two waste it. Every day. "I told Dr. Speculum today to introduce you to what men want from amazing feminine beauties like you. That's right. Men! No sane girl is going to marry either of you looking like that. For one thing, you would certainly upstage her with your beauty. "Have you seen how your poor father reacts to you two, and Leslie and Robin? He can't help himself. He's a man. You have this immense power that you MUST use once you get over your resistance to satisfying all of a man's disgusting urges. It can be fun. "Today was your intro to real femininity, ladies. Start using it when I take you to college in two days." Ladies? We weren't ladies. We were... Wait. Did Mom just say that Stacey and I should let men kiss us, suck our titties, suck our penises and stick their big, hot, hard cocks into our tiny bumholes? I think she did. But I could never. Stacey could never. Could we? Chapter Four - On the Road to College Two days later, I sat in the front seat and Stacey sat in the back as Mom began to drive us the 896 miles to college. I smoothed my skirt and looked down at my silky, black stockings and sexy, black, very high heels as Mom told us her strategy and her plans. "I know that after I left the other night, the two of you were a bit shocked. But I had to do something to get you both on the right path. I also know that five minutes after I left I heard girlish squeals that could only be associated with orgasms. The two of you were doing sex things until 4 a.m., weren't you?" It was true. I nodded sheepishly. It was by far the best night of my life. And other nights with Stacey would come soon, since we would be sharing a two-bedroom apartment just off campus. "That's good. Very good. You randy little cockteasers need to empty your 'pink purses' often, I'm sure. But don't get too hung up on each other. There will be hundreds of fellow male students and dozens of male professors who will be wanting to stick their fat pricks into those tight little bumholes of yours." Stacey and I both let out an "Ick!" at that. But my cock twitched in my panties at the thought of a being sexually dominated by a man. I'm calling Stacey by feminine pronouns now because we are finally allowing ourselves to think of us as girls. She and I just wanted Mom to stop talking and pull into a motel for the night, as planned. Mom had already told us that we would have our own room and could do anything we wanted in it. We were hungry for each other, since we had not been together since "leg opening night." But Mom had more to say. "Your 'pussies' and your beauty are two huge assets. Spend them wisely when you get to college." By "pussies," did Mom mean...? Ewww! I may be kissing a man or two at college, I vowed, but no penis was puncturing my pootie. I would have all the good sex I needed whenever I wanted it - from Stacey. And I KNEW Stacey felt the same way. What Stacey and I felt at that moment was animal lust for each other as we wiggled through the motel lobby after Mom checked us in. Men couldn't help staring at us. Stacey was in a pink sundress with pink stockings, garters and heels. I was in a white blouse, black skirt and black stockings and heels. Mom handed me the key to our room. Oh! Mom's room wasn't even on the same floor! Privacy at last!! Mom handed me a cooler with food in it so that we could take a sex break and eat sometime before morning. And she was gone. Leaving us alone. With each other. In a nice room with a king-sized bed. And a big shower. Thank you, Mom. I laid our suitcase down and was about to ask Stacey if she wanted to wear nighties or stay in our lingerie? (We wouldn't be doing sex things while naked, after all) But Stacey wasn't waiting. Her sundress was puddled at her feet. She slid her panties down, tossed off her heels, and ran to lie on the bed. Knees up. Penis tall and proud. Waiting for me. [Gulp] I stripped to my garter belt and stockings and jumped into bed with her. Oh the sweet kissing! Lipstick on lipstick! The dueling tongues! Saliva flowing lovingly between us. The cock caresses! It was luscious. Then Stacey upped the ante. She began to suck each of my nipples as she played with my cock knob. Oh! The sexual heat we were throwing off could have gotten an Estonian village through the winter. I held her head in my hands as I writhed and moaned. Then, with little warning, my testicles went nuclear. Zowie! It was 47 days late for the 4th of July, but the fireworks display of sperm was awesome. And, although Stacey wasn't there to catch the spermies when they first visited daylight, she licked up every molecule in the sexiest possible way. I had to recompense her. So I did. By doing something I had naughtily been considering since our first sex night. I rolled Stacey onto her stomach, parted her bumcheeks with my thumbs, and began to lick out her anus. I know that analingus sounds like a freshman taking a grad course, but I had googled "perverted ways to make your pantyboy happy" and a tutorial on analingus came up first. It was much tastier than I thought it would be. And it certainly got Stacey's attention. I kept it up until Stacey cried out and HEAVED out a monster cum load. Then, and I'm not making this up, I FUCKED her! Yeah, I know. A little out of a "baby steps" sequence that you would expect from somebody like me. But Stacey's bum hole was sopping wet. And my cock was very stiff and needy. So I just, you know, got onto my knees, lined up my peehole with Stacey's wet anus, and pushed. Once again, I had Stacey's full attention. Her eyes were wide open. She drew in her breath sharply and she grunted with lust. "Oh, Chrissie," she said. "That's so good. Fuck me, Lover. Fuck me!" And that's precisely what I did. It was astoundingly delicious. Especially since Stacey seemed to be enjoying being fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking her. When I shuddered through my inevitable, bone-jarring orgasm, Stacey pumped out her girlish goo as well. Oh dear. It appeared that there were lots of ways to spill our seed. And we were only beginning our lives' sex journeys. I began a new path in my journey by submitting to Stacey's nice fat cock in my bum 20 minutes after my cock slid out of Stacey's. Stacey was a bit bigger that I, so it hurt a little. But the post-hurt stuff was amazing. I liked being a sexy, sex-active pantyboy. A lot. Chapter Five - College Girls Meeting with Mom for breakfast the next morning: "Well, look at you two," Mom said. "Looks as if you're evolving nicely from cock teasers to cock pleasers. I'm proud of you." I blushed. Was Mom referring to the stream of Stacey's cum that was running down both my stockinged thighs? Or to the bedraggled, "didn't sleep much last night" look both of us couldn't hide under our beautifully applied makeup? It was a memorable night that began to teach me that some moderation is necessary to prevent death at the age of, say, 18 years and six months. I had to ask. "Mom, why are you encouraging us to be slutty little pantyboys?" "I thought you would never ask, Honey. I had to get you to abandon that ridiculous notion that you could dress like scorching hot babes, yet marry a hetero girl and have babies with her. Frankly, it's a parent's job to make their kids face reality. Eventually. You can't get pregnant at college, so that's not a worry. And, it would be a huge waste of exquisite femininity if you two weren't getting fucked every night. The way things went in your room is fun, but girls as stunning as you two should be getting cock from real men." Well. I asked for frankness, I guess. Was Mom compensating for some lost opportunities in college by living vicariously through Stacey and me? I planned to ask some shrink that some day. Meanwhile, breakfast was a necessity, since Stacey and I had never gotten around to eating the previous night. I looked around the restaurant where we ate that morning. Stacey and I were wearing pretty minidresses, tan stockings and big heels. The women in the room looked like your Uncle Morty. Naturally we got all the male attention. What would that be like at a college with 1,500 men ages 18 to 25 (prime male sex years)? Oh dear. Would I want to suck men's cocks and take their penises up my bum? I certainly hoped so. Back in the car, Mom gave her last mini-lecture. "Be nice to men, but don't take on more than four lovers at a time. It'll exhaust you. Choose your men carefully. Leave the losers and the mean guys to the girls with the front and back pussies. "Remember your advantage over genetic girls. You don't have a week a month when you won't have sex. You won't have to be 'in the mood' to have sex. You'll always be in the mood. Never nag, manipulate, or emasculate your men. Leave that to the genetics too. Remember your advantage over other pantyboys. Most of them are just becoming feminine. You've been feminine half your life. You have the mannerisms and the bearing of a sexy woman. You have an amazing wardrobe and accessories. And you have spectacular titties. "But one big caution. Before you drop your panties for any male, be absolutely sure that he knows what's between your legs. There are still men out there who would react violently to getting a pantyboy when they were expecting a woman." Wow. Lots of great advice. I couldn't wait to get to college, get on my back, take my panties off, and spread my legs. We arrived at our apartment mid-afternoon. Stacey's mom had been in charge of finding it and equipping it. And she did a great job. Everything we needed was there. Including our fabulously feminine wardrobe and things and [blush] several quart bottles of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant at each bedside. Little did I know that we would need refills on those before the semester was out. Mom and Stacey's Mom did a great job getting us set up to "entertain" as we got our college education. They even registered on line for our classes and made sure we had all male instructors. The details they put into everything were astounding. For example, about an hour after we arrived at the apartment, Mom said to me, "Stacey and I have to do some tidying in the kitchen, Chrissie. Why don't you go get the suitcases and bring them up?" Me? Drag three heavy suitcases up a flight of stairs? In four-inch heels? Mom couldn't be serious. But she was. How was I going to... Wait. I was a babe. A mega-babe. Dressed to thrill. If I had broken down on the highway, all I would have to do would be raise the hood and a platoon of men would stop to help. I walked down the one flight of stairs. Out to the car. Opened the trunk. And with great effort, began to extract the heaviest suitcase. I paused. Began counting. I only got to four. "May I help you with that, Miss?" a pleasant, deep male voice asked. "Oh, yes, please. We're just moving in and I don't think I have the strength to take these upstairs." He was hooked. No surprise. He took all three suitcases up in one trip. Narrowly averting a hernia. But it was nevertheless a great show of macho strength. After he took the cases into the apartment, I got a good look at him. And liked what I saw. He appeared to be two or three years older than I. He was wearing a tight tshirt that showed lots of muscles. His face was quite handsome, though I found myself fixated on his hands. They were huge. And his fingers were [gasp] heavily callused. They reminded me of the workmen Mom and Daddy would have into the house for repairs and remodeling over the years. And the "funny feelings" I would get when I saw them. Feelings I denied at the time. But not any more. I had a vision of that man's callused fingers entering my anus. And abusing my prostate. Just the way I would like it abused. He broke the spell by saying, "Welcome to college, Miss. My name is David. I'm a junior [third-year student] here. I'm the superintendent of this building for a break on my rent. If there's anything you need, here's my number." I gave him the full shy freshman girl act. "My name is Chrissie. My friend Stacey and I will be sharing this place. It was a little scary to be here - two girls alone - but now that I know you're here, I feel much better." David glowed. Did he think I would be going to bed with him just because he carried my luggage? Certainly not. I would make him jump through a few more hoops first. Then take him to bed. David left and Mom and Stacey stepped into the room. "Nice work, Chrissie. That's one who will be dreaming of you tonight. That number will be in the hundreds for you two in a month or so." We all giggled. But it was true. Mom left for home the next morning. After she slept in Stacey's room and Stacey and I hardly slept in mine. And there we were. Two big-titted, average-sized-cocked girls in attire no other girl on campus would attempt to match. We wiggled our way to freshman orientation wearing BIG heels, short skirts, lots of make-up, long hair and tops left by the moms for extra male stimulation. Stacey and I had never really worn anything to show off our boobies. Until freshman orientation day. The moms left us tops that emphasized, nay, blared our cleavage and showed our erect nipples poking the fabric. Porn stars would have been impressed with the way we dressed that day. Just about every male on campus was as well. We were invited to 12 fraternity parties that weekend. And there are only five fraternities. 73 guys introduced themselves to us and every one of them was sporting a hardon. It appeared that Stacey and I had arrived. Classes started the next day and our professors were equally smitten. Stacey and I said we would wait seven days until bringing men to our apartment and submitting to their lust. We made it to four. I had been pestering David about this and that repairs in our apartment, but he did not mind one bit. We chatted amiably and I grew to like him. On the fourth night, a Friday, Stacey told me she couldn't make it through a week. She and Dr. Sodomista, her Spanish professor, would be doing the horizontal tango in her room the next night, she recommended that I make a selection from the vast menu. I chose David. And I didn't wait until Saturday night, After a lively Friday night with Stacey, I changed the sheets, showered and super girlied-up. Black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings. Garter belt. Black. See-through babydoll. Black, diaphanous peignoir. Four-inch stiletto bedroom slippers. I called David and asked for some attention to an issue I had. "Should I bring my tool kit?" he asked innocently. "Just your tool," I replied. The gulp on the other end of the phone was audible. He was at the door before I had hung up. The lad's poor heart was challenged when he saw me in my about-to-be- deflowered attire. Not knowing what he should do, I took him by the hand and led him to the entrance to my bedroom. "David," I breathed, "I want you to make love to me all day today. But there's something you need to know first." David told me later that his conjecture based on that teaser included, I was a carrier for at least ten fatal diseases, or I was like a Black Widow spider - make love to me, then I kill you. Both of which he was OK with. The truth was not suspected. I opened my filmy robe and revealed my unpantied, very erect, skinned and drippy, girl cock. Yet another gasp from David. And then, he said, "Wow. That's great. I mean, no problem. Not an obstacle. A good thing. May I touch it?" Later, I would discover that men almost always said that. Followed soon after by, "May I suck it?" I nodded shyly and let the peignoir slip down into a puddle on the floor. Giving my nervous suitor a full view of me in babydoll, garters, stockings and heels. Thank goodness he didn't cum right then. His cum was so delicious. I wanted his first load in my tummy. My lover caressed my cock as he moved in for a kiss - of the French variety. A nice start. But I suggested that we remove some things and reconvene on the bed. I took off my babydoll, exposing my breasts. And kicked off my heels. David stripped naked, revealing all the cock a girl could hope for. On our backs. On the bed. Touching each other's cocks tentatively. Then kissing. Deep kisses. Big lipsticky kisses with lots of tongue. It was so different from my sex session with Stacey. His cock felt different. He smelled different. I could feel his manly stubble on my cheeks. He was so strong and I was just a helpless little pantyboy. David's cock stroking was excellent. And he was a great kisser. I couldn't be cumming already. We had just gotten started. But it was all so excitingly different and new and... Oh! I spasmed, then squealed like a banshee kid playing dodgeball. It was a juicy one. David kept stroking me through the cool down period. Then started on the serious business. There was the matter of a lake of cum on my belly button. Not to mention what had made its way to my boobies. And, of course, there was some on my cockhead and my ballsack. David set out to clean it all up. With his tongue. It was exquisite. And demonstrated his full acceptance of my "little extras." Not that there was any real doubt on that. David lingered when he licked the cum from my nipples, which sort of made me hard again. So by the time he worked his way to my knob, I was ready to fill his mouth with a second helping of girlie goo. So I did. And he swallowed it all! By that time, matters with David's cock had gotten critical. He seemed "on the verge." And I wanted that sweet first cumload in my stomach. So I dove for his cock and engulfed the knob in my pretty mouth. David gave out a deep moan as I ran my tongue along the arrowpoint on the underside of his glans - the most sensitive part. I kept eye contact with him, honoring my man with my submission to his manly will. David was very happy that he had been born a man. The first load was, as promised, rich and creamy. And a terrific introduction to manly sperm. David didn't know he was my first man. In fact, he wasn't doing much deep thinking at that moment. But as I swallowed his last sperm drop and we kissed and he licked out my mouth, he surprised me by taking my stockinged right foot into his mouth and sucking each toe most deliciously. By the time he sucked the last toe of the left foot, I was hard again. And so was David. Time for a fucking. Just to make sure that there was no confusion regarding my desires, I said, "The Spermbutt Anal Lubricant is in the drawer, Honey. Use a lot. You're my first man." That got David's attention on two levels. As if I weren't spectacular enough, David now knew he was fucking a virgin. And, the virgin wanted to be ass-fucked. By David. Wow. I got onto all fours on the bed and was only mildly surprised when David used his tongue on my anus instead of Spermbutt-drenched fingers. He was very oral. I like that in a man. He told me later that the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed was me looking back at him with hot lust in my eyes as my saliva- drenched bumhole quivered for his cock. The lovely aperture was surrounded by my scrumptious, creamy thighs, my black garters and my black stocking tops. Making the picture perfect was my semi-empty scrotum dangling between my delicious thighs. David confided in me that anal sex is the most fun for a man because, not only is it filthy and disgusting to women, a bumhole's grip on a stiff cock is superior to a vagina's. Even better, it connotes DOMINANCE over one's sex partner. A sex partner who is a beautiful, feminine woman and is also a male in some ways, earns extra dominance points for the fucker. Just thought you should know. At that moment, David was only thinking about giving me what I was moaning and begging for. David's hot cock and his hotter sperm. David obliged. With gusto. Oh! Yes, it hurt at first. But I soldiered on. And we shared a great victory. I counted 82 strokes against my poor prostate before I gave up my troops. David's invading soldiers attacked on the 95th stroke. My bowels were drenched with sperm! When David's cock surrendered and withdrew with a wet plop, sperm gushed onto my sheets. Mental note - mom was wise to buy us 16 pairs of sheets after all. Sweet kisses and impossible love promises followed. As did a second battle. And a third. We were all we could be. By three p.m., I needed a nap. Or a funeral. David suggested a shower. Which evolved very nicely into the fourth battle. After that, David told me he had to go. Something about a band he played in having a gig that night. That was OK with me. I didn't want to be embalmed just yet. Thank goodness I had the good sense to tell David the rules for him and me. "I'm a pantyboy, David. So I can't be exclusive. I'll probably have four or five regular lovers and a few more casual ones. You just made the A-list, but I may not call you for a few days. Don't call me, moon over me, stalk me, or text me. I'll call you. Respect those rules and you'll have a lot more days like today. And you may make Stacey's A- list too. Break the rules and no more pussy. Agreed?" David thought for a moment. Opened his mouth to say something, Changed his mind and said, "Agreed." He kissed me and left. I was still naked from the shower, but I got into bed and slept. For one hour and 47 minutes. Until Stacey woke me. She looked as if she had just run a sex marathon. But she also looked happy. "I see your date with David went well. It smells like the men's room at a porno movie in here. I had a great couple of hours with the nicest construction worker in the shack on his job site. I hope you got enough sleep, because Dr. Sodomista, my date for tonight asked if he could bring his friend, your English composition professor, Dr. Biggenhard, for you on a double date. Whaddaya say, old friend?" What did I say? I say that was a dumb idea. I should rest some more. Charge up my cum reserves. Let my bum hole rest. Stop burning the candle at both ends. So I said, "Great idea. How much time do I have to get ready?" "Hardly any. They'll be here in two hours." I hurried and just made it. Stacey and I were in our sexy minis, stockings and heels when Dr. Sodomista and Dr. Biggenhard appeared at our door. Oh my. They were handsome. And randy. With tented trousers already. Despite my hard-worked afternoon, my pink tickler was standing tall as well. I almost suggested we go directly to the bedrooms. But that would have been too slutty. Plus, I was hungry, not having eaten since breakfast. So our eager-for-sex dates took us to a nice, nearby restaurant that had quick service. Fifty-eight minutes later we were back at our apartment door. Should we let them in with us or just thank them for the meal with pecks on the cheek? I think you know. Stacey took Dr. Sodomista to her room. His big hand was already on her bum, under her skirt and she was giggling like a schoolgirl. I didn't take Dr. Biggenhard to my room right away. I wanted him to wonder just a little if he was going to be getting any. I made him coffee and encouraged him to talk about how he had become a college professor. Humanizing him for me. Which I need to do before I fuck someone. But we didn't overdo that. I watched to see if Dr. Biggenhard would grow impatient with me as we began to hear the animalistic sex sounds coming from that little tramp Stacey's room. He didn't flinch. He was concentrating on ME! Good man. "Would you like to join me in my bedroom now, Dr. Biggenhard?," I asked huskily. "Yes. Oh yes. You're amazingly beautiful and sexy. And when Stacey told me about your 'special things,' I was never so excited." See. Men like a pantyboy's boy things. "And please call me 'Lance.'" I replied, "I could never do that, Dr. Biggenhard. You're my professor and I respect you too much. Plus, what if I slipped and called you Lance in public?" Good point. I took Dr. Biggenhard's hand and led him to my room. I had used half a case of Febreeze to get rid of the cum smell. So it now smelled like Febreeze and cum. I'll only be a few minutes," I told my new lover. "Why don't you strip to your underpants and get onto the bed?" He smiled so nicely at that welcome instruction. In the bathroom, I hung my dress and freshened my makeup. I kept my black stockings, garters and heels on and put on a lovely pink, shorty peignoir that Mom had bought me. No panties. I was core-of-the-sun hot. I opened the door and saw Dr. Biggenhard on the bed. He was big and hard. No underpants. Big equipment. Yes! What a great Saturday I was having! He wolf-whistled at me. Then rose to kiss me and rub his penis against mine. Men seemed to like doing that. Were they trying to show me that they were bigger? Could men really be fixated on that? Anyway, Dr. Biggenhard was a great kisser. And a pretty good cock rubber as well. I loved the feel of his hairy chest against my tender nipples. Was this the way things were going to be for me in college? I certainly hoped so. Dr. Biggenhard had a different smell and technique from David. He was more mature - around 35 -and more patient than David. I liked both of their approaches. He kissed my peignoir off. Exposing bits of flesh for kisses as he stripped me, He spent a lot of time adoring my titties. I liked being adored. By the time he fucked me, it wasn't frantic. But it was powerful. He had used the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and his fingers. And he had me on my back. Helpless. At his mercy. A victim-to-be of his lust. He mounted me and entered me with one firm push. I cried out in ecstatic agony. And spunked, just from that one thrust. He liked that a lot. It was delightful. And it got better. He was a great kisser and we kissed hungrily throughout our 42 minute fucking. I spunked twice more. And wanted to marry him by the time he creamed my guts. It was a fabulous Saturday night after a spectacular Saturday afternoon. But then my paramour fell asleep! Like the old, 30-something, man he was. I thought about sucking his wounded soldier back to life. But he should be awake and randy just from being with me, shouldn't he? Men! I was about to surrender to a nap myself when Stacey knocked lightly on my door. I got up to answer her. And opened the door softly. "I didn't hear any sex noises, so I guess Dr. Biggenhard is in dreamland, just like Dr. Sodomista. Men!" I agreed with Stacey and we giggled. Stacey led me into my en suite bathroom for a strategy conference. We discussed various plans, and came up with a really good one. We began to carry it out by talking a quick shower, then redoing our makeup. And getting into some fresh outfits. I was wearing white stockings and garters and a white, very skimpy nightie. Heels. Stacey was all in pink. Tiny nightie. Garters. Big heels. Stockings, of course. No self-respecting pantyboy lets her man see her without stockings - except in the shower or bathtub. We reentered my bedroom and saw my unconscious date snoring lightly. His cock was twitching as he dreamed of me. I know that because it was already three-quarters hard. Stacey slipped out of the room to retrieve Dr. Sodomista. Who looked groggy, but followed Stacey most willingly to my room. I then roused Dr. Biggenhard and we had the men sit in chairs while Stacey and I got into bed. We lay at the foot of the bed, feet on the floor. And began to kiss. Bare our titties and rub them against each other. And caress each other's sweet cocks. The men were paying attention. We were giving them what excites most men - a hot lezzie show! Dr. Biggenhard took the initiative first. He gently peeled me off Stacey, laid me on my back, lifted my legs and spread them. Dr. Sodomista did the same for Stacey. And there we were. On our backs. Side by side. Dr. Biggenhard shoved his cock into me. Dr. Sodomista did the same for Stacey. They began to fuck us. Hard. Then we executed the next phase of our plan. Instead of whimpering for more anal fucking, and crying out our men's names, Stacey and I kissed each other and played with each other's slick knobs. Oh! That set the men off. My man spunked first. Then Stacey. Then me. And finally, Dr. Sodomista. But that wasn't all. Instead of basking in the considerable afterglow, Dr. Biggenhard pulled his sopping cock out of my "pussy." It was still fiercely hard. Some sort of signal passed between the men. Dr. Sodomista pulled out of Stacey. He too was still hard. They switched! Switched!! Without so much as a "by your leave, madam," Dr. Sodomista shoved his cock into my still-boiling asshole and Dr. Biggenhard did the same with Stacey. Well. We didn't see that coming. Not that I'm complaining. It was extra-dirty. Thus even more exciting. I actually came three times when Dr. Sodomista fucked me! Stacey says she did four, but she exaggerates. After that, we all slept. In my double bed. It was close. Someone fucked me at 3:06 a.m. I think it was Dr. Sodomista. And whoever the other guy was did me at 5:55. At 6:50, Stacey awoke and declared the apartment 7:30 a.m. rule. All men off the premises by 7:30. A good rule. That gave us just enough time for one last round of slap and tickle. The lads left. Stacey and I slept until noon that Sunday, then got up for cheerios and a shower. I was ready to tell Stacey that I didn't want any more sex until at least Wednesday. But she proposed a visit to the campus library. What harm could come of that, I thought. So we got dressed in stockings, minis and big heels and wiggled our way across campus. Drawing stares and wolf whistles galore. Which Stacey and I ate up. In the library, Stacey and I drew quite a few stares. It appeared that Stacey was looking for something. And then she found it. In the back corner, two nerdy guys were so absorbed in their research and studying that they didn't notice Stacey and me. She dragged me back to them. "Why them?" I asked Stacey. "The future, Chrissie. These are the kinds of guys who'll be billionaires some day. Husband material. You do want a rich husband some day, don't you?" I hadn't thought about it. But it seemed like a pretty good idea. Would a man really want to marry a pantyboy? And enjoy femininity and wall-to-wall sex, without nagging, manipulation and emasculation? I guess he would. I hustled to keep up with Stacey. Who had reached the back table where two nerdy, but seemingly handsome guys were poring over some thick texts. Books were stacked high and the only way to reach the top ones was on a sliding ladder. Stacey began to climb a ladder next to the nerd table. Climbing higher. Giving the earthbound a good view under her tiny skirt. Her glorious, pantied bum. Her stocking tops and bare thighs. She got to the top and cried out. "Oh dear. I think my acrophobia kicked in. Can someone help me get down?" Nerd#1 looked up for the first time and gulped. Stacey was an amazing enough site in a normal situation. Seeing her modesty and composure compromised was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for any man with a palpitating testicle. Nerd#1's testicles were palpitating at that moment. As were Nerd#2. The two moved quickly to assist poor, helpless Stacey down and off the ladder. She was oh so grateful. And introduced them to me. Nerd#1's name was Kevin. His friend was Robert. It was a friendly introduction, that led into a friendly conversation, that led into Kevin fucking Stacey and Robert fuckling me until 7:30 Monday morning. What a weekend! Chapter Six - College Life Continues There were too many encounters like that for me to chronicle in the limited time I have between fucking and studying. So I'll summarize. By the end of the first month, David was an A-lister for both me and Stacey. And we never had a plumbing or electrical problem that wasn't fixed instantly. Dr. Sodomista and Dr. Biggenhard also made both of our lists. And there were lots of other, briefer encounters. Most notable though, was the return of Dr. Speculum. You may remember that he was the one who introduced Stacey and me to the world of pantyboy sex. And you may remember that he threatened to come to our college monthly to administer our needed female hormone shots. Well he kept that threat! One month to the day. I was warned by Mom. And I was planning to be all businesslike to him. Which is difficult when one's panties have been dropped and bum exposed. Nevertheless. I came back to the apartment one afternoon and found him sitting on the building steps. Waiting for Stacey and me. with a medical bag and a flat box of something else. Stacey had a date that afternoon. So I guessed I had to let Dr. Speculum in and take my chances myself. He didn't scare me. I learned a lot about managing men since coming to college. He greeted me with a sweet kiss on the cheek, complimented me on my beauty and asked me a lot of appropriate medical questions as we climbed the stairs. So far so good. When we got inside, I said, "I'll have my injection now, please, Dr. Speculum. And then you can be on your way." Sounding as haughty as I could manage. He smiled and said, "Certainly, Miss. But allow me to give you my present first." And he handed me the box. Hmmph. Probably some bath powder or something that he was regifting me. Hmmph. But I opened it. And my heart soared. It was a lovely, lilac-colored sissy boy outfit. Complete with short, frilled pants; ruffled shirt and jacket; white, short, turned-over, frilly socks; and black, satin, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes. A lilac, round hat. There was even a pair of silk boy panties with a fly opening. My erection was ferocious! It was all in my size! Even compensating for my boobies! It was what I would be wearing if Mom hadn't steered me to the pantyboy side years earlier. I cried. And consumed Dr. Speculum with well-earned kisses. Even though he must have gotten all the info from Mom. "Go try it on, Sweetie," he said. I squealed with joy and ran into my bedroom. Shucking off my stockings, heels, garters, bra, panties, skirt and blouse. I put everything on and it fit perfectly! I rushed to my full-length mirror and squealed with joy. It was who I wanted to be. Though I knew dressing like that at my age would get me nowhere. Still.. Oh dear. Had Dr. Speculum entered my room. Was he ogling how pretty I looked as a boy? A super sissy boy? He was. Were his pants down and his cock out. Well... He earned whatever he would get that lovely evening. I got onto my knees, took off my hat, and gave him a deep-gratitude blowjob. Which, we all know, is even better than a makeup-sex blowjob. It just felt so right being a sexy little nancyboy taking a man's cock to nirvana. Dr. Speculum agreed. He flooded my tonsils in very little time. Then he had me strip to just my socks and Mary Janes, ate me out for 45 screaming minutes, then fucked me good and proper. I felt as if I were having sex as a boy. A little gay boy. Taking it up the ass from a real man. It was great fun. But my future was as a pantyboy. Though I did pull out the outfit on special occasions with special gentlemen. Chapter Seven - Those are the Breaks American college professors don't want to work much. That's why students get a fall break, Thanksgiving break, Christmas/semester break (a month!) and spring break. All in all, I think we went to school like four weeks each year. Anyway, at Fall Break in early October, I was feeling homesick and decided I would go home and surprise Mom and Daddy. Stacey was too busy being the campus slut to go home. Though I did rival her most of the time for that coveted title. So I asked Dr. Biggenhard really nicely for airfare and he sent me first class. Looking for gratitude sex, I guess. And he got it. I got into Fromage International on a Wednesday afternoon at 4, took a cab and was in front of my house at 5:13. The cabbie wouldn't accept payment. He said it was an honor to breathe the same air as someone as beautiful as me. Wasn't that sweet? Daddy's car was in the driveway. Not Mom's. Oh yeah, she had her committee meetings on Wednesday. So I would just surprise Daddy. I let myself in with my key. Walked softly. I loved surprising people. I heard movement upstairs. Daddy must be there. I sneaked up the stairs. And was surprised to hear grunts and moans. Was Mom home? Were they having sex? Oh no. Was Daddy masturbating? I bet he was! I should have backed off. But I had always wanted to see Daddy'c cock. Just like a pantyboy, huh? So I sneaked up to the open door and peeked in. It was Daddy all right. And he was naked. And, except for her stockings and garters, so was Robin. My boy/girlhood friend. Daddy was fucking Robin. And at other times, probably Leslie too. Had they already flunked out? Or did their fall break start early? No matter. I slid down the stairs and out the door. I called an Uber, got a plane back to college and never mentioned Daddy's transgressions to anyone. Except Stacey. And David. And Dr. Sodomista. And Dr. Biggenhard. And Kevin. And Robert. My old life was behind me. I wasn't some allegedly hetero ninny. I wasn't some little Buster Brown sissyboy. I was a college pantyboy living the best life possible. Please tell me what you think at [email protected]