Mations Story Chapter One free porn video

Thanks to my friend Em Kay who helped with the editing and story. She is a great friend and better writer "No, no, no.... It has to be D sharp, I can't get the high notes in E, plus I like the way it sounds using the capo." "Jesus fucking Christ Mi, just stretch those vocal chords a little." "No if you can't work with me, we may as well not do it, let's play something else." There was a tense standoff as the other girls in the band all stared at me, the only guy in an all-girl band. Cindy muttered, "Fuck just do it Mel... We aren't going to get anywhere fighting." "No fuck it," Mel snarled. "It sounds better in E listen to this, it is the riff I worked out last night." She played a really funky chord sequence that was similar but different. Mel was the original singer guitar player Jasmine the bass player started tapping her foot and soon had a fat bouncy descending bass run that fitted as tight as a glove. Once Jasmine had the bass line Cindy the drummer picked up the rhythm and fell into a really tight groove with her. I could hear it instantly and my heart rate went up a notch, the hairs on the back of my neck quivered, but it wasn't the same song I had written. She didn't see it, she never did. What she was playing was not the same song, but fuck I had to admit it was cool. I pulled up my guitar, stomped on my distortion pedal... Hmmm I love my big muff pedal. The surreal tones it gives are awesome. I followed Mel's riff and as I played a staccato guitar melody line over the top of her riff I hummed along and the real melody started to form. I strutted up to the microphone and started. I screamed out using my best Beth Hart imitation bringing some dirty gravel. A few words began to formulate in my mind. Mel stared at me as the lyrics flowed and a huge grin spread across her face. She also stepped up to the Mic and added a hummed harmony as I made up the lyrics on the spot. It really worked and Cindy screeched along. "Yeah bitches that fucking rocks" At the end of rehearsals, we sat down with a six pack and a hug. "Mi babe that was fucking great. I love the new song." That was high praise from Mel, she was the hardest nut to crack. She never wanted me in the band in the first place but it was the others that convinced her. Mel and my girlfriend, yes I have a girlfriend were close friends and she had played her some of my songs. She is a sneaky bitch when she needs to be, anyway once Mel heard them, she played them to the others and they liked them, and it all started from there. They took a while to come around but in the end, it was Jasmine who pushed my case until the fighting seemed to wear them all down enough to say 'Ok we can at least give it a try.' How did it come to this? Me the weird outsider nerdy guy trying to fit in. Well at least that's the way it feels sometimes. I guess for you to understand I need to go back to the beginning, it's probably where I should have started anyway. I grew up in a little Midwest town called Dodge City... A shitty little town in the middle of nowhere USA. It sits slap bang in the middle of tornado alley, and what's it famous for??? Absolutely nothing, sorry just thought I would quote a song... Anyway, Dodge is the archetypical small American town, with no redeeming features except its history in the great American story. In its heyday it was notorious for gunfights and cows and of course cowboys, and yes today it's still the same, the heart of the American beef industry. Well that's me, that's where I was born and grew up. The only son in a four child family, yep three sisters and to make it worse I was an accident a late arrival as it were. My youngest sister is still five years my senior. Living in a house full of females was painful, just me and dad versus them. Hard work doesn't do it justice. I was at constant war with my sisters and they ganged up against me all the time, I couldn't win at anything. Damn it I hated them all! When I was ten my father took pity on me. We had a big ole Cotton wood tree in the back yard and he decided to build me a treehouse. It was one of my fondest memories growing up. I helped him build it and we worked together over several weekends building it. We weren't a rich or even well to do family, Dad was a manager at O'Leary's hardware store so I guess we were blue collar? Anyway, when we finally finished it he laid down the law to my sisters. The treehouse was my territory and they had to stay out. I took a lot of pleasure painting the sign that said 'NO GIRLS' Mom wasn't all that pleased with him, as the girls felt like he sided with me, which is probably true. I loved the treehouse, every time the girls picked on me or made fun of me, I just snuck up into my hidey-hole and peace descended over me like a blanket. That treehouse was a fond memory because it was one of the last memories I have of dad. He was killed in a car accident not long after that and it hit me pretty hard. Mom fell apart, she really did, she loved him like no other and if it hadn't been for Grandma, she would have completely lost the plot. Grandma's arrival only made my plight harder, now I had five women living at home and she was hard, hard on me anyway. I was expected to pick up all the chores that dad did plus all my regular ones, I was now the man of the house. Thank god for the treehouse, it was my one safe spot. Because I struggled after dad passed, My mother decided I was to go to a Christian camp for a couple of weeks. The camp was mostly for boys who were running off the rails or boys that were struggling and I guess that was me. After dad passed I got really angry with the world, and I guess I turned into a bit of an angry sister hating smart ass. The camp although Christian was fun and it did help. I was a weedy little runt, I was athletic without being football material, I loved the Table tennis which I was actually pretty good at. At the camp we played all sorts of games which I usually stayed away from. I had never been comfortable with the football or basketball crowd at school basically because I was too small and got hurt a lot and the bullies made fun of me. At the camp I got to play everything , the other kids and the counsellors were friendly which somehow made it easy to fit in. By the time we were all shipped off for home, I was feeling a whole lot better about the world. That unfortunately all came crashing down. Arriving home, I found Mom and Grandma baking enjoying some peace and quiet, the girls were nowhere to be seen. We shared hugs and kisses and they fed me on fresh biscuits before chasing me off to my room. As I was putting away all my stuff, I heard the girls laughing and fooling around but it was faint. I decided to go out and check on the treehouse and that's when my world as I knew it ended. The girls had taken over and moved in. I climbed up quickly and they were in there with a couple of their friends reading magazines and talking fashion when I burst in, they laughed but I screamed and yelled trying to push them out which caused a fight, fierce hair pulling and wrestling ensued, I was holding my own . Sue the eldest screamed "Mom help Marion's causing trouble." Mom yelled for me to get down and dragged me inside and gave me a whoopin. "Marion, those girls are allowed up there and if you want to go there you are going to have to behave. Them being up there outa the way has given me the most peace I have had in months, so if ya don't like it lump it. But you cause one more fight and I will wail on your ass like never before are you listening to me boy?" "But mom dad said it was mine." She grabbed me by the ear as if she was trying to unscrew it from my head and twisted painfully. "Marion dear daddy ain't here anymore. You have to learn to share, now those girls are hurting just like you. They miss their daddy just like you so behave and have some sympathy damn it." So that was it I stormed off to my bedroom where I cried for ages. The fact that they made fun of me and mocked me at the dinner table when mom wasn't watching didn't help, I hated the sneaky bitches. My only solace was my guitar which Grandpa had given me before he died. It was another sticking point with me and mom I wanted guitar lessons but she convinced dad that I should learn piano. What it meant was I taught myself. At least the piano lessons helped me understand music theory and that did eventually help with guitar. Of course, I was not going to be kicked out of my very own treehouse! I decided I would just barge on in and eventually they would get sick of me being there and leave. It sounded like a good plan, but the moment I climbed the ladder and crawled in the talking all stopped and the girls stared at me. Sue moaned. "Get out Marion, you aren't welcome here." The others all tittered along with her as she stood over me. "This is my treehouse, dad built it for me, so I ain't going nowhere." Instead of getting in a huff and leaving which is what I hoped for Sue snarled, "Fine then you can stay, but not dressed like that, this is now a girl's clubhouse." She jumped on me and pushed me over on my back sitting on my chest. I went to scream but Beverly jumped in and jammed her hand over my mouth muffling me. "Get his clothes off Sue barked at the others who all started pulling at my shorts and shirt. Pretty soon they had me down to just my boxers. April cried. "No they gotta go as well, get em off." Soon I was naked and Sandy one of their friends reached over and grabbed my wiener. "Holy shit look at this little thing." She gave it a tug and played with it. "Shit he ain't even got hairs on it." They all cackled like chickens. Beverly sorted through the pile of clothes and pulled out a dress, it was a gingham shift style dress and as hard as I fought, they held me tight until they had slipped it over my shoulders. As I sat upright, they all laughed Beverly giggled. "He doesn't look half bad, a little makeup and you would never know." Sue giggled evilly. "Let's see what he looks like with some lipstick." I went to scramble away but Sandy jumped me and held me back. "Just relax its only lipstick, if you get lucky, we might kiss it off." The others all shrieked as she held me tight. April appeared with some lipstick and started to apply it on my lips. "Marion if you squeal, I am gonna beat your ass so hard, now stop fidgeting around or I will mess it up." She smeared on a thick layer as she squeezed my cheeks tightly pursing out my lips. Once she had the lipstick finished Sandy pushed me away until I was kneeling in the middle of the floor. "Wow Marion you look cute as a girl." Sandy piped up, "Let's try some mascara and eye shadow." Beverly laughed. "We may as well, see if we can make something outa this sows ear." So, they set to me with real gusto and before I knew it, I was covered in powder, blush lipstick you name it I had it pasted across my face and they were having a ball. They had their very own little live Barbie doll and they loved it. I was that traumatized I could barely move. I was scared shitless that mom or someone else would see. Once they were finished, they went back to gossiping and talking their favorite topic boys.... Scared and embarrassed I sat in the corner afraid to even move as they talked over the merits off every boy in their class. Sandy was the worst she wanted to know which ones they had kissed and which ones had tried to get past second base. Soon it was Mom calling out to the girls to help with dinner. They all scrambled off leaving me to figure out how to get out of all the goop they had plastered over me. I used the dress they had me in to wipe off all I could. As I wandered inside I headed straight to the bathroom to check I got everything off, the girls all laughed and Grandma had to yell at them to leave me alone. At dinner Mom said, "Well I am glad you kids sorted out your differences. Marion did you have fun with the girls?" April giggled. "He fit right in Ma, he was a cute little angel." Mom reached over and ruffled my hair. "That's nice to hear, see I told you son, you'll have loads of fun." I just tucked in and ran for it, anything to get away. It wasn't long though before grandma was calling out for me to do dishes. When we were alone, the girls teased me mercilessly about what they would do next time. My heart raced and I blushed I could feel it, which only made it worse. The feelings were weird... and they scared me. The next few days I stayed in my room and played guitar. Mom a little worried came into my room and sat with me. "Honey I thought you enjoyed playing with your sisters?" I nodded. "It was Okay." "Well why don't you go back out and play with them some more, they are going to be gone soon, off to college, so you should take every chance to spend time with them before they're gone for good." She hugged me and ruffled my hair. "Go on honey dad would be proud of you looking after them and joining in." She gave me a shove and pushed me out the door. As I climbed the ladder, I noticed my 'NO GIRLS' sign had been replaced with "GIRLs ONLY" one. I could hear them giggling and laughing. The moment I poked my head in the door the talking stopped and they all locked eyes on me. "Oh no you don't Marion, if you want to come in you have to join in and that means wearing a dress." April asked, "Well do you want to come in or not?" I nodded and waited. ""OKAY come on in, but you have to get rid of those boys' clothes, Bev threw me a pale blue cotton dress, it was one of hers and much closer to my size, the one I wore the other day was way too big. As I stripped off reluctantly, they were already planning what makeup to apply. I got down to my boxers and reached for the dress but Sandy shook her head. "Oh no I have some panties that you have to wear. She reached up and jerked my boxers down. I was again standing nude. Sandy took her chance to have a feel. "Oh, this one is getting hard look at that." "Cut it out Sandy," Sue cried out. "Yeah yuck," April added. "Now sit down over there so we can do your makeup." I pulled up the white frilly panties and lifted the dress up over my shoulders. Little electric shocks tingled all over my body as the dress slid down over my skin. Once the dress was on the girls teased me ruthlessly while Sue started applying the makeup. It was weird the smell and feel of the powder as she worked it into my cheeks and then the mascara and eye shadow and yes of course the lipstick even at that young age it gave me a hard on. Sandy noticed and smirked. "Look at that he likes it, it's making a tent." They all laughed before April found a pair of her pantyhose and made me pull them on. The girls were back on their favorite subject boys and I was shocked to hear Sue talking about the boy she had been seeing, Steve and even more shocked when April said, "If mama finds out what you been doing, you're gonna be in hot water." "Did you really suck him off Sue? Everybody's talking about it." "I damn well did not, I had a feel that's all, I might have had a little stroke but yuck that thing wasn't going near my mouth." Beverly pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit up. I shrieked. "Holy shit you're gonna get it, mom is gonna kill you," She smiled. "Shut up little girl. You keep your mouth shut or we are gonna tell everyone about this," Sue joined in. "Yeah let's get some photos." I tried to run and I was half way out the door when I remembered what I was wearing. "Yeah that's right little girl where are ya gonna run to." I walked back in to the chorus of their laughter as they all made fun of my predicament. The girls took great pleasure in making me pose in different poses while they took photo after photo. As the camera flashed, they made me change dresses, Sandy adjusted my makeup as Sue snapped away. The conversation changed quickly back to boys and kissing and how far they had gone with their separate boyfriends. April my youngest sister huffed. I haven't even kissed a boy yet I am just so nervous. I don't want to be known as the worst kisser at school." Sandy sidled over to her and grabbed her mashing her lips against her in a very heated kiss. I watched as April's eyes bugled in disbelief before giving in a little and returning it. Sue and Beverly cheered and laughed watching on in delight. As they moved away from each other Sandy had a huge smile on her face. "You don't have to worry babe you are a great kisser." April's face went bright red blushing at the compliment. "So, Sue what was Stevie like" Does he have a big one?" Beverly asked. She shrugged. "Don't know, it's the only one I have ever touched, but it felt good." Beverly snickered. "Did he you know shoot?" "Hell No! The shit tried to get me to but he was being too pushy so I made him go without." She stared at me. "You keep your mouth shut about this you little shit or you will be so sorry." I cowered ashamedly like a dog, how could she be so mean, I was playing their stupid game. For the next little while I locked myself in my room after school, never once venturing back to the treehouse. They teased me relentlessly at the dinner table, Mom always asked if the girls had been looking after me. Sue laughed, "Course we have ma, we made him part of the gang and he really liked it didn't ya sport." Ashamed I just nodded my head. Mom remarked. "Well I don't know what you girls get up to in the treehouse, all the giggling and cackling, but you better look after Marion, if you are picking on him I am going to be very upset, why haven't you been going up there lately Son?" I shrugged. "Just playing guitar, homework, you know the usual." "Marion it made me so happy when you were playing with the girls, it wouldn't hurt to spend some time with them. Sue is going to be gone in a couple of months so you should make the most of it." Sue snickered. "Yeah C'mon squirt we miss you, we promise to be extra good to you, won't we girls!" The others joined her sniggering comment. "Yeah come on back I have something special for you." After dinner we all started clearing up but the girls disappeared leaving me to do the dishes by myself. When mom walked back in and saw me doing them, she cursed, "Those damn girls, I swear they're getting lazier every day." I stayed locked in my room playing every day, all my favorite songs over and over until I knew them off by heart. I loved the feel of the guitar, I loved everything about it but I wanted an electric one. Every day I walked down Gunsmoke Street, past Brier and Hales store peering in the window at their range of guitars and of course my favorite the natural wood finish Fender Telecaster. I had played it a few times and Mrs. Brier never minded in fact she often used to sit and listen, she was very encouraging. It was my dream but a waste of time. Mom was saving every cent for Sue's upcoming departure to college and there was no spare cash. Every night I listened to her and Grandma whispering and fretting about how they would make ends meet. Even my piano lessons had stopped because we couldn't afford it. I had been mowing lawns and yard work for all our neighbors scraping together what I could but it was never going to be enough. Mom was worried that I was locking myself in my room and she started pushing me to go and play with the girls. "Go on Marion the girls tell me how much you enjoyed spending time with them giving me a big sloppy kiss on the cheek she pushed me in the back. "Go on sweetheart you get out there and don't let them push you round." Reluctantly I climbed up into the treehouse to be met by a round of cheers before being stripped and made to wear a dress. Sandy clapped her hands as I slipped into the red satin dress. It was so tight I had to wriggle and squirm to fit into it. "See I told you it would fit." She laughed. The girls fell on me en masse working on my makeup and it was caked on as they each tried different styles and different lipstick colors. I was like their test pad. Afterwards Sue announced, "April you better make sure you use some of that lip gloss." April did as she was told and sat beside me. "You better put some on as well squirt." She applied a thick layer of strawberry flavored lip gloss. Sheesh it even tasted like strawberry and I couldn't help running my tongue over my lips as I licked it off. The conversation soon turned to boys again and it was obvious they had all been busy testing out their make out skills. Sue being the oldest seemed to have gone the furthest but she was being very coy with the details. I got a shock when Stevie McGuire poked his head in. He looked nervous but Sue took over and pulled him in. 'Stevie we are having a competition, we want to know who is the best kisser. You have to kiss us all and then say who you liked best." He smirked thanking his lucky stars. My sisters were pretty good looking and popular at school so to kiss all of them plus Sandy was a dream come true. They all raced to apply more lip gloss before Sue said, "April you go first." April looked even more nervous than Stevie but he walked right up to her and pulled her close and then he kissed her. Just like when Sandy kissed her, I watched as her eyes bulged before she relaxed and I could see their cheeks bulging and moving, tongues were definitely involved. "Time," Sue called and they moved apart. The look on April's face would be best described as shock she literally looked like she had been slapped, but Stevie just grinned. "Holy snappin bat shit." Beverly you are next," Sue announced like an MC at a talent quest. Stevie wasted no time and pulled her into an even tighter embrace and their lips locked together her eyes closed and her arms circled his neck and she took the lead, her tongue furiously interrogation his mouth, it was very, very steamy and Sandy sighed. "Oh god." I didn't get it at the time but later I would come to understand. Again Sue called time and they separated. This time it was Sandy's turn but she did not look as eager, almost reluctant. Still they fell into a kiss and at first her eyes closed but they soon opened and our eyes locked as Stevie assaulted her mouth. As we peered into each other's eyes I thought she was going to cry. Finally it was Sues turn and she set to him like a lion on a rabbit. She mauled and assaulted him she was ravenous her tongue fiery and insistent as he fought for balance. It went on much longer than the others and when they separated Stevie cried out. "Holy fuck Sue... Where has that been hiding on our other dates." Sue smiled. "Well times up... Who is best?" He looked around and for the first time he noticed me. "Hey what about her, how come she doesn't get a go?" Sue shook her head, Mary is a bit young she is only watching!" Beverly piped up. "No she should as well, what if she tells Mom she will kill us all." April laughed. "Yeah go on, Bev is right, where's the harm? It's just a kiss." Sue stared at me with a concerned inquiring look. I was frozen, scared shitless. Surely, they were just teasing, they wouldn't do it? But as Sue stared at me she muttered. "Yeah Ok, you're up Mary." I was just about to hightail it outs there and to hell with the consequences when Stevie grabbed me and his lips locked on me. I fought to get away but he was strong, real strong. I kept my teeth clenched trying to keep his tongue out. "That's enough Sue, make him stop," Sandy cried as she tried to pry him off me. April nodded. "Yeah enoughs enough." They pulled him off and I fell in a heap before crawling away by the wall. I wanted to just run but I had to wait for him to go before I could change. "Well who was best?" Sue asked. Stevie laughed. "You were of course." Sue smiled and then nodded. "OK then a deal is a deal, flop it out so the girls can see." He wasn't embarrassed at all in fact he was eager and proud. He dropped his jeans to the floor in a pile and then dropped his boxers freeing his very hard erection which stuck out like a steel far. The girls all sucked in lungs full of air. "Oh god," Sandy sighed. April looked completely stunned, Beverly couldn't stop smiling and in fact reached out and ran her hand along it, caressing the fleshy protrusion. Stevie moaned in pleasure as Beverly stroked him. "Jesus it's getting bigger," Sandy cried in surprise. "That ain't nothing," Stevie moaned. "It gets bigger than that." "Come and have a feel Beverly said to Sandy, don't just sit there, anyone would think you're scared or something." "No I can't do it!" Sandy cried. Stevie took matters into his own hands and walked over to where Sandy was kneeling and swung his erection around in front of her face. "C'mon, touch it." Sandy was mortified and turned away tears running down her cheeks. Sue who was getting nervous walked over spun him around and kissed him hard, her hand running down between them until she had a firm grip on his hardening shaft and stroked him, her hand sliding along the full length, her thumb rubbing little circles around the head. "Oh, fuck Susie jeez that feels good." He shuddered his knees trembling struggling to stay upright. "Oh, fuck don't stop, jeez faster babe, faster." Her hand moved quicker up and down his throbbing shaft, her teeth chewing on his earlobe. I watched on in horror as my sister stroked that throbbing monster faster and faster his knees becoming wobblier as he held onto her shoulder to stop from falling. "Jesus Christ... Oh fuck babe," he screamed loudly thrusting wildly and uncontrollably as streams of white gooey spunk squirted out onto the floor. All the girls froze mesmerized unable to take their eyes of the debased scene in front of them. Stevie became quite embarrassed after that and left quickly leaving us all stunned. Sue broke the silence. "Any of you say one word about what happened here and there's gonna be trouble." There was lots of head nodding and agreement was duly reached. As April helped me wipe the makeup off my face, she gave me a light kiss on the cheek. "Sorry short stuff, are you ok?" I nodded but I couldn't hold back my discomfort and she hugged me tight. "Ya'll be OK little squirt, but please don't say anything to Ma." That was the last time I went out to the treehouse until Sue left for college. She became really bitchy towards me after that incident and it manifested itself many times. She made sure I always ended up doing dishes. Mom tried to put a stop to it but Sue just said, "You want to do them dontcha squirt. The threat was underlying and never said but I knew it was there. As time passed it increased to include the laundry and helping mom in the kitchen. The day she left for college was a sad day for mom and the girls but for me I wanted to celebrate, do a jig. Beverly and April were nowhere near as mean as Sue, although the one time about a month after Sue left that I did venture up to the treehouse I was made to dress up, but it was friendly and fun, Sues mean influence was gone. Sandy changed, she became a little reserved and private and I noticed she could never take her eyes off April. At first I thought she was jealous or envious because April was very pretty. It wasn't just the looks though it was the way she talked to her and always found a reason to be close to here. Beverly though was totally oblivious, mostly because she had a new boyfriend Mark. The downside for her was mom hated him. I remember the first time Beverly brought him home for dinner. Mom took an instant dislike to him and she gave Beverly a real long lecture afterwards. That meant that they had to have clandestine meetings, which was good because it meant that only April Sandy and I spent the time together in the treehouse and that was nice. April and I formed a tight bond but Sandy became increasingly distant. Then one afternoon April and I were in the treehouse and she had me doing her nails when Beverly burst in breathless. "Oh my god you are not going to believe this.... Sandy got caught at school in the gym making out with Lou Anne Jefferies." April ripped her hand out of mine raising it to her mouth in shock. "Ooooh yuck, Lou Anne she is horrible, she's not bringing her up here." It was not disgust that I saw, it was jealousy pure and simple. Beverly laughed. "Don't be mean, I would love to watch them make out, so would you wouldn't ya squirt?" Her gaze falling on me. I shook my head, mostly to support April, in truth I was thinking. 'Hell yeah' but I said nothing. After that day Sandy did not return for a long time and when I was in the treehouse it was mostly just April and me. Those were the best times, she treated me so nice. She still wanted it to be all girly doing makeup and trying on clothes, reading her girly magazines but it was fun. She taught me how to do my own makeup, she showed me every trick she knew and helped me find a style that suited my facial features. This was a hard time for me, I was no longer forced to put on the dresses and makeup, I had come to recognize I liked it, the smooth soft feel of the dress sliding over my skin, the slippery wet feeling of the lipstick and that beautiful sensual smells, damn it I loved it I looked forward to getting up into the treehouse. April recognized it as well but she never made fun of me, in fact it brought us closer together. She never had a boyfriend as far as I knew and when I questioned her, she always changed the subject and got very defensive and vague. The big shock came a few months later and it was huge. I found April and Beverly huddled together in the treehouse, Beverly bawling her eyes out. April cradled her head rocking her back and forth whispering. "It will be OK, mom will understand." When I walked in April waved for me to join them and I snuggled up on the other side of Beverly and added my arms to the group hug. I didn't know why or what the hell was going on but I felt I had to do something to ease her pain. She was pregnant. Mom of course hit the roof and then there were hundreds of meetings with Marks parents and as much as they were all against it Marks parents made him do the right thing and they married. It meant Beverly moved out to live with Mark at his parent's place, she dropped out of school and got a job at the hardware store as a shop assistant. That episode broke mom's heart and it took the birth of the baby to reunite mom and Beverly. April went the other way and she spent a lot of time with Beverly keeping her company and helping her through all the hateful nasty things that were said about her. I had my treehouse back, but it wasn't the same. I piled up all their clothes and makeup into a corner and brought my guitar up and focused all my attention back on that. It just wasn't the same yes I loved the guitar but I couldn't drag my eyes off the clothes. It felt weird being up there alone. Every day I looked at the clothes and the shoes and the makeup and little by little I slipped back into dressing up. First it was the false fingernails, convincing myself it was to help play guitar, but then the clothes; I loved the dresses and the shoes. April had a pair of black sling backs she left up there and we were about the same size. They had a four inch heel and the reason they stayed in the treehouse was because mom hated them. She gave April a real telling off the day she brought them home from a friend's place. "You look like a tramp," Mom cursed. "Nothing but a damn street walker now get them out of my house." So thankfully for me I got to play and wear them every day. Don't ask me why but I loved them. I walked around and around the treehouse luxuriating in the look and the feel. When I wore April's pantyhose and those shoes I was transported to Hollywood. I loved dressing up with my guitar and pretending I was a star. That's how Sandy and April busted me. My makeup perfect, her sexy blue dress and those gorgeous black sling backs guitar in hand singing away. I didn't see them at first and I was brought out of me reverie by their laughter. When I turned and saw them I was horrified. A feeling of deep shame and embarrassment washed over me and I dropped my guitar. I was that scared I started bawling but April instantly ran to me and embraced me into those loving arms. "Hey squirt, it will be OK." Sandy joined her and we hugged tightly. An image formed in my head as we hugged and I pulled back. "You were holding hands!" April nodded. "Yes we were weren't we?" Sandy giggled. "I guess we are as busted as you." "So what, are you guys more than friends?" April drew me back into her hug. "Little bro, please don't hate me I couldn't handle that. Yes I finally woke up. I have had these feelings for a long time, but I think maybe you know what that feels like. To want something that you know will bring you shame." Sandy whispered, "Please don't tell anyone, I have had enough of nasty comments and name calling. I love April, she is my soul mate." April sighed with a huge smile and they fell into a cuddle. "Are you OK with this Marion?" I smiled. "If you don't tell I won't either." So that became out new little clique. Mom felt safe about Sandy being there thinking with me there nothing was going to happen and she was happy that April and I had become so close. So every day, well it felt like every day the girls helped me with my makeup and clothes. They gave me a real sense of style, we read magazines and followed trends it was a magical period for me. They got to make out and I got to watch. Well not really, they chased me out and I had to find somewhere to hide when they made out. Little did they know I found ways to sneak back and watch...... Or maybe they knew, either way they said nothing. It was a real sad day when April headed off to college and I was left all on my own. Mom fretted and worried about me especially since I didn't have any friends, so she talked to the local minister from her church and got me involved in the church choir and the church band. I loved the band we didn't play the music I wanted but at least I got to feel what it was like to play with other musicians. I did make a few friends but we were never close, I never invited them to the treehouse. I still felt this underlying embarrassment. I knew what people would say and Mom couldn't handle another scandal the poor woman had suffered enough. The church also had something I had lusted after for years, an electric guitar and I loved it. OK it wasn't my beloved telecaster but it was a fender, an old Strat copy. It may not have been authentic but it played and sounded like the real thing. Being part of the choir helped with my singing, the choir master Mr. Bell couldn't believe I was a Mezzo soprano and I could sing four octaves. He loved having me in his choir even although I ended up singing the female roles. My mother was so proud of me, I still see her standing there tears rolling down her cheeks hands clasped together like she was praying. Still there was a downside a very big downside. Schoolwork... I sucked as a student, I never cared about it and I pretty much went to school for music and to eat my lunch. It brought about the first real knock down drag out fight my mother and I ever had. She wanted me to go to college and all I wanted to do was play guitar. "Marion if you don't take your studies seriously you won't be able to go to college. Honey I only want what's best for you, but if you won't study I am taking your guitar off you." The minister wasn't that happy he was losing his guitar player but he backed mom, he did throw me a lifeline. He sat mom and I down together and explained that if I could pull my grades up a couple of points, he had a few contacts at the University of Kansas near Kansas City in Lawrence and they had the best music program. He suggested to mom that rather than fight me in what I studied if I focused my attention on a music degree, I could easily find work as a teacher or many other fields but the first part was the degree. Mom although unhappy decided that he knew best and if it was what I wanted she would support me. Studying music seemed an impossible dream but with some hard work and staying away from the treehouse I was able to get my grades good enough to apply. Mr. Bell also pulled some strings and he actually managed to get me a scholarship funded by the church. That was the hardest part for me, putting everything aside and focusing on studies. Math's were easy, music is a mathematical scale so lots of what I learned in music theory Carried over into math. It was the other subjects that posed the biggest threats. Funny how life works I was thrown another much needed life line by my English teacher who when she saw I was interested in music started talking to me about lyrics and poetry and how they all aligned and suddenly I saw it like a big road sign lit up in the sky English was important and she helped me write some songs but more importantly poetry. Having never taken it seriously in the past suddenly my eyes were opened and I could see things I never saw before. The power of words became apparent. Words carried strength and when strong lyrics were inserted into music it was lifted to ethereal levels and people paid attention. With their help I managed to scrape through with enough merit marks to get my application at least looked at. Mr. Bell had another project. He spent some time helping me write and perform a song which he recorded to send with my application and that was what probably sealed the deal for me. Mom lost her final child, the tears in her eyes were flowing faster than the Mississippi as I headed off to the big smoke of Lawrence. The scholarship covered tuition and accommodation, but if I wanted to live, I was going to need a job. Mom gave me enough money to get me started but it wasn't much. Finding a job became priority number one. I quickly moved in to my dorm and met the guys I was rooming with. Not everything in life works well. The two guys I shared with were jocks of the highest order. Music or the arts were not going to impress them. I found a noticeboard with jobs advertised on it and I went knocking. It took me a few days but I did find a job stacking shelves at the Merc Co-op in Hillcrest shopping Centre. It was a night shift job but at least it was a job. School was incredible, I was blown away oh the first day, walking around the facilities. Oh my god the studios were amazing and the instruments were incredible. Having spent my life reading magazines stacked with pictures of instruments I seriously lusted after and to be here having them stacked up here in front of me. Wow unbelievable. The girls, don't get me started on the girls... It was like a magazine centerfold had been opened and all of these beautiful girls came cartwheeling out. Everywhere I looked the place overflowed with hot chicks. I walked around with a constant hard on. Fashion, although I had made a pact with myself to put away my desires attached to dressing my head was spinning with the shops. So much better than little old Dodge. Now I could be found not only drooling in music shop windows but women's clothes shop windows as well. Life was good but hard. I had sort of figured this was going to be easy. In Dodge I cruised without sounding big headed I was a big fish in a little sea. Here I was nothing there were guitar players who were 100 times more technically proficient than me so I studied I studied hard, the only saving grace was my voice. A male with a Mezzo soprano voice is rare and that was the area I was being pushed towards by my tutors. Being away from home allowed me to develop, not only my style but myself. At home it was impossible to move far outside the box, always under scrutiny of family or friends. Here I started to let myself go a little, the most noticeable being my hair. I let it grow long like so many of my musical idols and it was going OK. I had hair long enough to require a hair tie whilst at work. Musically as well I was starting to discover new artists and performers. The university held regular concerts for touring artists and local students got support roles. Growing up my influences were all hard rock, driving blues rock based bands but as I watched the myriad of touring artists so many were from the indie genre and quite frankly I loved it. At home my song writing had faltered because my lyrics didn't fit but now with new rhythms an open mind and my lyrics fitted perfectly, it was all starting to work. My love life, well actually my lack of one was a major stumbling block. My hormones were raging like never before and I was masturbating that frequently I was worried it was going to fall off. It wasn't just the desire to find a girlfriend I was also fighting the growing urge to dress. The urges weren't an instant arrival it was more like a gradual manifestation. Watching the incredible array of gorgeous girls walking around campus it was hard not to notice all the wonderful dresses and fashions. Dodge was hardly the fashion hub of the Midwest but here on campus hot chicks in brand new fashions were everywhere. Every time I walked past a girl in a beautiful frock, I wondered how it would feel, what it would look like on. Being a slightly built guy, I had never struggled to fit my sister's clothes, I mean they were a few years older than me so it wasn't an issue, but here and now I pictured myself in all the beautiful outfits. At work I had started to make inroads on getting rid of my raging hormones and that relief came in the form of Molly Campbell. She worked at the supermarket with me. She wasn't exactly a supermodel but she was very pretty. A lush auburn haired beauty with a slender figure, shapely but not buxom, she fitted the epitome of a regular small town tomboy. I watched her sexy ass wander up the aisles in her tight fitting leggings thanking the stars for baggy jeans, keeping my erection hidden within. We quickly struck up a friendship based purely on music. She loved music and constantly walked around with her headphones on singing and dancing she was at a club. Unfortunately for the rest of us she was tone deaf, not that she cared. Ignoring our pain and sung at the top of her lungs. My problem was being stuck in the friend zone and I couldn't find a way out. We talked about everything, about the boys she liked, who was boyfriend material and who wasn't, I was like her girlfriend. Back at the dorm I started to compile a selection of women's clothes. Alone and locked in my room, I pulled on my silky lace panties, I slept in my negligee I wore pantyhose on most days and it was getting harder to keep the inner me under wraps. It was going to happen I was going to get busted sooner or later I just knew it. So when one of the guys I was working with said he needed a flat mate I jumped at the chance. It took a lot of emails and paperwork with the scholarship board but eventually they agreed. A separate room with its own lockable bathroom filled me with a lot more confidence. I bought little pieces of clothing when I could afford it but the real bonus happened when the boss at work asked me to clean out the lost and found locker holy shit it was like Christmas all over again. There was everything panties, bras, clothes two little cases full of makeup even some jewellery. I kept all the good stuff and dumped the rest. It was heaven all these cute little items sexy bras and so many pairs of panties. Molly took me by surprise one evening, one of her friends, stood her up and she asked me if I wanted to go and watch her favorite band. I couldn't believe my luck and agreed without even thinking about it, my heart raced, my palms got sweaty, OK it might have been a friend only date but it was a date. It turned out to be this all-girl indie rock group. The moment we walked in I was hooked, the place was pumping the crowd was into them big time, the audience which was about 90% women were singing along with the band, who were pretty damn good. We found a standing table close to the front but off to the side and I leaned over so Molly could hear. "How come the audience is mostly chicks?" She laughed. "Come on Marion, you get it surely... They are all gay, the girls in the band are gay everybody in here is gay." I glanced across at her squinting. "Everybody?" She smirked. "Well maybe not everybody, but most are." She gave me that cute smirk. "You're a muso, what do you think of the band?" "They're great, I love their sound, but you say they are gay?" When she saw the look of confusion on my face, she laughed harder. "Yes, they are lesbian's dumb ass." I nodded in acknowledgement. She frowned. "You do know what a lesbian is right?" "Yeah my sister is gay." She looked at me with new respect. "Well good for her." Now I was confused all she ever talked about was guys. "So, what about you? Are you one of the people here who isn't gay? I mean all you talk about is guys?" "I aren't but lots of my friends are and I sympathize with them, it's hard you know. Has your sister come out yet?" I shook my head. "No, she is worried about hurting Mom so she stays in the closet." "Are you still in touch with her?" "Yeah we talk at least once a week." "So you don't care that she is gay?" "No she is happy and that's all I care about." After that night Molly and I became a lot closer, I think she saw me in a whole new light. We ended up getting drunk at my flat one night. Alcohol and I were new friends and it did not take much to push me into drunkenness. I certainly had a new fan when I played her a few songs that I had learned from her favorite band. When she heard me sing mimicking the singer she flipped. "God damn you sound just like Mel... Holy crap bat man.... You're good!" I laughed off her compliments and we finished off our drinks she was so trashed she couldn't stop talking. "So how come an angel like you doesn't have a girlfriend?" "I could say the same about you, how come no girlfriend?" She did a double take. "Hey just because I like lesbian rock doesn't mean I am a lesbian." She giggled. "So what you never found a girl you like? Or have you never tried?" "Fuck you're a nosy critter. Actually, I've had a few girlfriends, it's just that I prefer boys, well it's not boys so much as I like cock." I laughed. "Jeez too much info girl." "Hey if I could find a cute girl with a cock I would be in heaven." "A cute girl with a cock... How is that even possible?" She laughed. "I dunno it's just a dream." She added absentmindedly. "With your voice when you sing and I close my eyes I see a cute girl... Yeah you would make a real hottie." I laughed her off. "You're being silly. I ain't no chick." Two more beers and I reckon I would have said just wait here but no I was too terrified. I told her she could have the bed and I would crash on the pull out sofa, but in the end she just crashed on the bed with me. I was in seventh heaven laying there with her head on my shoulder cute little snores echoing round the room, and even her hot bourbon smelling breath fouling up my nostrils made me feel warm inside. I lay there for hours just listening and watching. When she finally woke and spotted me staring, she chuckled. "What are you doing you little perv?" Taken aback I apologized. "Sorry Molly I was just admiring your beauty." She shoved me hard enough to almost roll me out of bed. "Flattery won't get you what you want, but breakfast might." As we ate breakfast Molly ordered, "Play me some music, astound me with your choices." I selected a few that she might like. I started with Flogging Molly just because of the Name, then The Drop Kick Murphy's and then Monsters of Men. She nodded along and tapped her foot. "Nice I like your style." Molly and I slid into a close friendship after that and she kept taking me along to gigs and especially to her favorite girl band 'Our Dirty Kissable Lips' They were quickly becoming my favorites as well. I loved their sound, dirty yet clear, driven but not overly busy. The drums were clear and loud. The only thing they really lacked was a guitar player who could provide some solos they lacked that bite. Their look was another attraction. I know they were lesbians but fuck they were all gorgeous and the way they dressed, glamorous yet slutty. Maybe that's a thing Slutty Glam Rock... Anyway, I loved it. Locked in my room at nights when I had the place to myself, I experimented with replicating that look myself. With my hair now a lot longer I could tie it up and fluff it up with lots of dangly bangs to filter my face. I used lots of thick creamy lipstick and extra rouge to build the look. I had been experimenting with lots of lipsticks. I loved those thick pouty lips, not ridiculously so but juicy kissable lips. All the ones I tried never lasted, when first applied they were great but after a little while it wore off. Raspberry Dior Outrageous Effect Volume Lip Gloss was my preferred brand. How to get a curvier figure was my other work on. I did have shapely legs and I was very slender, skinny for a boy but there was no shape. That is until I used the corset and immediately fell in love with its tight restrictive binding. Laced in really tight It felt like I was suffocating but I loved the feel and I felt transformed, suddenly I had a waist and a girly shape, I loved it so much my heart raced and I posed like a supermodel in front of the full length mirror admiring my new found shape and femininity. High heels oh this is my secret love affair, nothing makes me feel more like a woman than when I slip into a pair of high heels, like the black sling backs that April hid in the treehouse. Once I had on a pair of high heels, I felt like I could conquer the world. I loved the feel and in the mirror my calves tightened up my ass stuck out damn it was special and I loved my little collection of heels. So with my corset laced in tight and my black seamed stockings and my patent leather heels I paraded around pretending to be a famous supermodel. Unfortunately for me Molly and I seemed to be moving deeper into the friend's zone. We spent untold hours together working stacking shelves and listening to the latest sounds that either one of us was promoting as the next big thing. I think she saw me in a slightly different light since she heard me sing and play guitar for the first time. From that night she had been on and on at me. "Oh my god Marion... You are really good. Why aren't you in a band?" I kept fending her off without comment. My place became her safe haven and when things were going bad for her she came around and flopped on my bed, especially if she was drunk. On nights like that she ended up laying back on my bed complaining about some guy who irritated her she'd get me to serenade her and it was always the Our Dirty Kissable lips songs she wanted to hear. She loved my take on them. At school one day I was in the studio working on a composition for upcoming exams when Molly stumbled in. She flopped down in one of the seats and listened. It was a song I had written and arranged and for the exam I had to play all the instruments and record it. She listened in silence a huge smile on her face. After I was finished, she came over and hugged me. "God that song is amazing, I was just imagining Our Dirty Kissable lips performing it. You know it's a girly song, don't you?" I shrugged. "It could go either way." "Bullcrap, that song could be a lesbian anthem." "Molly it is just something I wrote for the exams." "Have you got a recorded version?" "No but I should have by tomorrow." "Would you mind if I played it for Our Dirty Kissable lips? I reckon they would love it." I shrugged nervously. "Yeah I suppose, yeah OK." She disappeared leaving me to finish off. I had to write three different pieces, an instrumental, a contemporary song and a gospel hymn. The work had been going well but Molly had destroyed my concentration. I had a couple of other fairly grungy punk songs that I had written about the times my sister used to force me to dress. I focused on them and recorded them so there were four songs on my CD that I would give to Molly. It was the following day when she barged into my room, I was sitting with headphones on listening. She saw the smile on my face and clapped her hands. "Oh, you finished didn't you...? Give me a listen." Without waiting for my response, she grabbed the headphones and put them on herself. "OK play it from the start so I can hear the whole thing," she ordered. The moment the song started playing she started to hum along her foot tapping in time. She sat holding the phones tightly to her ears. The moment she was finished she bounced into my arms. "Jeez Marion these are awesome, man these are so good." As she hugged me her lips crushed on mine and she kissed me, it was hot a searing spine tingling kiss. Her tongue attacked like a cobra snaking wildly into my mouth. Caught completely by surprise I fell backwards onto the bed with her crashing on top of me. She attacked me like a ravenous wild cat stripping my shirt from my body. Her lips suctioned onto my nipples as I lay like a stunned mullet, my cock twitching wildly as it swelled frantically under the assault of her pussy which was grinding down hard as she writhed against me. Her mouth drove south down over my stomach until she was stopped by my belt. "God your skin is so smooth, you have less hair than me." Shaving had been something I had recently started in earnest. I love stockings but they only work on silky smooth legs. Of course, once you start you sort of keep going and now, I was completely hairless, it cost a lot in moisturizer but I loved the feel. Molly tore at my belt ripping it apart as she ran the zipper down freeing my cock like a clown springing from a jack in the box the moment it was free, she grasped it firmly stroking it from the already slippery tip to the base. She gave me a funny glare as she realized I was completely shaven my cock was as smooth as a baby's bum. She smirked. "Kinky, very kinky, so you shave everywhere." I wanted to say something cool but my brain was non-functioning through lack of blood supply. The moment her sexy wet juicy lips opened and slid down my throbbing shaft I jumped, my whole body levitated right up off the bed as I cried out in pleasure. "Oh fuck, Jesus Molly.' Her eyes drifted up meeting mine. "Calm down babe it's only a blowjob." I shivered as the waves of pleasure engulfed me. "Ooooohhhh god that feels so nice." Her eyes never left mine as her lips slid slowly up and down, up and down. I couldn't hold back the shudder and as her lips reached the head of my cock, she kissed it her tongue circling the urethra. "Oh my god, you have never had a blowjob before have you?" I shook my head slowly, embarrassed having to make that admission, but it got worse. "Marion are you a virgin?" Ashamed I muttered, "Yes." "Holy mother I have never had a virgin. Do you like it babe, does my mouth feel good on your cock?" I nodded. "Yeah it's amazing, it feels so hot." Her smiling eyes teased. "Have you ever felt a pussy?" Anxiously I mumbled, "No." She laughed. "Don't be shy baby, don't be embarrassed I don't care it makes me hot knowing I am going to be your teacher." She shuddered herself. "Hmmm hell yes it's making me fucking horny." Her mouth slipped back over my dick and she sucked me deep inside her boiling hot mouth but this time she bobbed up and down with a renewed enthusiasm. God damn I was in heaven I had dreamed about this and now it was here I was rapidly losing control. I was about to come. Never being in this spot before I grabbed her head and yelled. "Stop, fuck you have to stop... Jesus I am going to cum." She gave my slippery head a kiss and whispered. "Baby I know what's going to happen, just relax and enjoy." "Relax! how the hell am I supposed to relax? Weren't you listening? don't you understand I am going to cum, if you keep sucking like that, I won't be able to stop myself." "Baby I want you to cum.... I want to feel it, taste it, I want you to cum in my mouth, so don't hold back let it happen." With my cock buried deep within her mouth I felt it start at the tip of my toes, my body shivered my breathing stopped momentarily as I felt the pressure build. "Ooooh fuck!" I screamed it wasn't a whimper it was a scream her salivating mouth slid up and down my cock her hands caressed my balls as they convulsed. "Fuck... Fuck Jesus I'm going to cum." I grabbed her head in both hands to try and slow her down my cock became super sensitive as the explosion started. Jesus it was an eruption of Vesuvius proportions my cock swelled and I blasted her mouth with my hot sticky goo, squirt after squirt I didn't think it was going to end as she sucked and sucked. I may have fainted or blacked out because when I opened my eyes, she was kissing me, a deep sloppy juicy kiss. I knew she had swallowed at least a quart of my bodily fluids but I didn't care I kissed her back passionately. She grinned wickedly. "I think you liked that." I breathed in taking a huge lung full of life saving oxygen and mumbled incoherently, "It was amazing, that was the most incredible experience of my life." She grinned. "Baby that is only the start, now it is your turn to repay me." She stripped her clothes off quickly and pulled me on top of her. "OK Champ let?s see if you like the taste of pussy." She pushed my head down until my head was jammed between her legs. "Come on baby give it a kiss, show me some lovin." Her legs were spread wide and I crawled up until my face was at the gates of heaven and I was staring at my first pussy. I reached out my tongue running it along the length of her pouting lips. I didn?t know what to do so I just started licking and kissing, the sweet earthy tangy taste arousing and inviting me in. I dipped my tongue into her nectar filled hole. As I got used to the taste and feel her fingers laced together in my hair and crushed my head into her juicy hole. Breathing became impossible all I could do was lick and suck my tongue sliding in and out of her pussy. "Fuck don?t tease Marion Jam a finger in their baby." Doing as instructed I pushed first one then another into her hole, in and out I jammed them. "My clit baby lick my clit, Jeeeeeez don?t make me wait." ?CLIT? What the hell was she talking about? I had heard about this magical organ but didn?t have a clue about where to find it. Molly took over realizing that my clumsy efforts were blind she grabbed my hair and moved me up until I felt a little wormlike critter under my lips. Taking the lead, I sucked it into my mouth and I felt her wriggle, her body trembling. I focused my attention on her little worm sucking it as hard as I could whilst I rammed my fingers deeply into her palpating pussy. "Oh, fuck yes, that?s it baby, fuck me fuck me. Up and down her hips bucked her legs flailing her heels kicking me on the back as I drove ever harder, god there was so much juice and fluid I licked and sucked like my life depended on it. Like a wild banshee she screamed the place down, fuck knows what my housemate thought, but I didn?t care I was in heaven my face full of pussy and my cock as hard as fucking nails. Her orgasm was monufuckingmental. She screamed and bucked her body as taught as a piano wire. When she stopped jerking and twitching, I clambered quickly up her body kissing my way to her lips ready to drive home my steel rod, but as I was about to sink in, she went crazy. "What the fuck slow down buddy... where the hell?s your condom?" I stared blankly as she broke into a tight smirk. "Sorry babe, no condom no pussy." I collapsed besides her panting like I had just run the hundred yard sprint. As we lay together and my breathing quietened down, she asked. "Marion how come you shave off all your hair? I know you have I can see where you shave." Guilty and embarrassed I croaked. "I don?t know I just like it smooth." "Hey I ain?t complaining I like it, you feel like a girl." My cock gave a surge at her words and she noticed. "Ooooh I see, you like that idea huh," she whispered sexily as her fingers closed around my cock. "Does that excite you? Do you think of yourself as a girl?" Embarrassed and ashamed I flung her hand off and snapped caustically. "I just like my skin smooth." She stared at me strangely. "Relax babe, I was just teasing, I didn?t mean to offend you." The happiest day of my life evaporated, but she kissed me. "Well technically you are still a virgin, but if you buy some condoms next time we will finish properly." We kissed some more before I apologized. "Sorry I didn?t mean to be curt." "It?s OK I get it, but with a little work you are going to be an A grade pussy licker and I like that a lot." As she pulled up her panties she mumbled, "Hey is it still ok if I give the girls a copy of your songs?" "Yeah, no probs, so how well do you know them?" "Mel and I went out for a while. I got all pussy struck over her." Shocked I stuttered, "You mean you were girlfriends?" Laughing she nodded. "Uh huh sure were, we dated for a while." Stunned I asked, "What happened?" "Oh I don?t know we sort of wanted different things." "Like what?" "Well if you must know cock... I love it and she doesn?t. She is a pussy hound, she loves it." She gave me another kiss and snickered. "How did you get the name Marion?" "My Pa loved John Wayne so they named me after him." "John Wayne huh, didn?t they used to call him Duke?" I nodded. "Yep they sure did." "Then that is settled I am calling you Duke, yeah I like that, big bad Duke."