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"Come on, sweetie," my girlfriend Lana cooed. "Just run your hands over
my nightie. I know you'll love the way it feels."
Well, who was I to say 'no'? I mean, I'm short and my physique comes
from being a bookworm, rather than an athlete. My one asset is a full
head of unruly, light brown hair. I was still in shock from having Lana
accept my offer for a cup of coffee, two months before. You know, she's
some kind of sex-bomb/wet-dream, with her sweet face, long golden hair,
and swimsuit-model body. We had gone on several chaste dates and then
she declared that I was her boyfriend. Who, me? Amazing. I didn't
point out any of my deficiencies. I especially didn't mention that I
have a small penis. Who wants to admit that they were the laughingstock
of the locker room, back in high school? Besides, she wasn't in any rush
to get intimate, and I lacked the confidence to push her. Instead, we
spent many evenings at her apartment, cuddling on the sofa. I inevitably
got wildly aroused and she always praised me for my restraint.
"You're not like other guys I've dated," she would say. "Big studs with
their grabbing hands and hungry mouths."
She actually made me feel good that I wasn't having sex with her. I
glowed with pride when I went home horny. My sore balls were somehow a
mark of pride. Still, I was eager to take our relationship the rest of
the way. So, when she invited me over to see a new nightie she had
bought at that store in the mall, Veronica's Secret, I was thrilled.
After getting all freshened up, I debated between pale yellow jockey
shorts and sky-blue ones. I wanted something manly but not macho, if you
can see the distinction. The last thing I wanted to convey was that I
had anything in common with those guys she had dated previously.
When I arrived (in lime green underpants, as a compromise) she was
wrapped in a thick robe that fell past her knees. I hoped that the
sleepwear she'd mentioned was underneath. Lana poured us glasses of wine
and we took our familiar places on the sofa.
"Thank you, Myron, for helping me get to this point, where I can share
more with you. Until now, I wouldn't have been able to let you see me in
such a sexy item as I'm wearing. I appreciate you understanding about
those big hunks I went out with in the past. You can't imagine what it
was like, to open some guy's pants..." She set her hand meaningfully on
my thigh. "... and find a huge, virile cock. To breath in its masculine
musk. And to fall under the spell of such a potent symbol of manhood.
It was just awful to feel possessed that way."
"You have my sympathy," I said uncertainly. "But if it's easier not to
talk about it, that's fine."
"No. I believe that telling you is the best thing for me. I finally
have someone I can trust to listen without being critical. I've never
shared all this before, about how a monster cock is too thick to get my
fingers around. Or the way it mesmerizes me. And how good it is to
slowly stroke it, up and down, up and down."
"I'm glad you can be so uninhibited around me, Lana." I cleared my
throat. "But if it's painful to discuss any of this, I don't need to
hear it."
"No, Myron. It's liberating. You're the first person I've confessed to
about how drawn I was to those king-size, rigid poles, with heads that
were even wider than the shafts. I just stared at them as I pumped each
one, so slowly, enjoying the warmth and firmness. And when a drop of
clear fluid would rise out of the slit on the end, it made me shiver all
over."
"Okay. Sure. Still, I don't want you to upset yourself with those
memories."
"There is a certain shame associated with all this. What girl wants to
be turned into a total slut by the sight of an above average tool? To
wonder what it would be like to have it in her mouth? To find herself
licking her lips lasciviously at the guy attached to such a superior
cock."
"It must have been... distracting."
"Oh, it was. I couldn't think of anything else. Lots of times it was in
the backs of cars. Or in the apartment of some guy who I'd just met.
Even right here, on this sofa. There were so many times that one of them
laid back, right where you're sitting, and I got on my knees between his
legs. Or else I'd slide down onto the carpet while he sat up with his
feet on the floor. Can you visualize all that?"
"Yes. Vividly." I swallowed with difficulty.
"And I could never resist getting my lips around those fat roots. They
filled my mouth to the limit. And their owners loved it when I got them
deeper. It took a while, but I learned to control my gag reflex.
Imagine having a fantastic cock like that down your throat, bobbing your
head up and down on it, and hearing the guy moan with pleasure. Some of
those blowjobs went on for like a half hour. I got addicted to the taste
of cocks."
I nodded wordlessly and managed to croak out, "That's... fascinating."
"Making them spurt was always the highlight for me. Down my throat. All
over my tongue. Wherever. I couldn't get enough of that tasty white
cream." She paused and then asked, "I'm not boring you, am I?"
"No. Not at all. It's just..."
She sent an air kiss in my direction. "You're probably just too kind to
tell me how repetitious that sounds, the same thing again and again, me
with every supersized sausage I could find, drooling on them, licking,
kissing them, lapping balls, giving knob-jobs, turning into a complete
tramp the instant I saw one."
"It's all right," I told her shakily.
"Well, I won't bore you anymore right now." She stood up. "Let me show
you this exciting nighty I found." She slowly untied the belt and opened
her robe, letting it slide down her arms, to puddle on the floor. "How
do you like it?"
I was breathless. Lana was a vision of sexual invitation. My hands
itched to touch her. I had to remind myself to keep my tongue in my
mouth.
"Why don't you touch it?" she invited with a seductive smile. Then she
uttered those lines I quoted at the beginning to my story.
Taking the satiny material between my quivering fingers, I ran my hands
down it, from just below her breasts, to the hem at mid-thigh. It made
me shudder with anticipation. My little dick was throbbing. But then,
without meaning to, I slid my fingers over her trim hips, feeling them
through the material. Lana made a sound of distress and stepped back.
"Please, Myron," she requested with a hint of apology, "don't touch me.
Just savor the sensation of what I'm wearing. Take it between your hands
and rub your palms against each other. That's right. Just like that.
Oh, this is so wonderful. And I can tell that you like having it against
your skin. In fact, you'd probably like to have it against you all over.
Hmmm?"
I got a mental picture of us lying side-by-side, with her pressing her
body against mine. In my imagination I was naked. It would be
incredibly erotic. And how could it not lead to sex? Even with her
reluctance, born from those past experiences, and her wish not to lose
control, she would still need to be satisfied.
So, I told Lana, "Yes, I would adore having that on my bare skin."
"I'm so glad. I thought you might think it was too much. I mean, you
don't think that makes me kinky, do you?"
"Absolutely not."
"That's terrific. Somehow, I was worried that you wouldn't want to wear
my nighty."
Wait. What? Did she say what I thought she said? Did my desirable
girlfriend expect me to slip into her lingerie?
"Well," I began hesitantly, "it might not be..."
She cut me off with, "I understand. You don't want me to have to be
naked in front of you. You're being sensitive toward my feelings.
That's so considerate, Myron. But when I bought this one, I was thinking
ahead, about how much fun it would be if you went along with my fantasy -
- so I bought two of them."
"Two... um... the same?"
"Not exactly. Mine is peach and yours is bubblegum pink. We'll look so
good together." She took my face between her hands. "I'm sure going to
owe you something special after this, lover."
How could I disappoint her? And collecting whatever this brief detour
from the path of normalcy earned me, would be well worth it. Besides,
she had called me 'lover'. The implications of that word made my heart
soar and my caution dissolve. I would let her see me in the nighty,
shameful though that would be, and then we could move on to what I had
been hoping for since we met.
She clapped her hands together like a little girl about to open a
birthday gift. "Start to undress, dear. I'll go get it." She leaned
forward to tell me confidentially, "I knew you would do it make me happy,
so I already have it laid out on my bed. Be right back."
With mixed emotions, I stood and unbuttoned my shirt. By the time she
returned, I was down to just those lime-green jockey shorts. Their
tightness made it plain that I didn't have much to offer in the crotch.
Lana eyed the area of my shortcoming, smiled impishly, and declared,
"That's just precious, Myron. You sure won't stretch out the panties."
My face grew warm and I was certain I was blushing. She watched closely
as I lowered my last piece of clothing and stepped out of it.
She enthused, "This is just what I need. A dick that's too small to get
me overexcited. It's such a relief not to have one of those
uncontrollable mood-swings. You definitely won't have to worry about me
grabbing you down there, handling you and making you moan, and fastening
my mouth on there from some crazy compulsion. No, Myron. Whatever
happens between us will be the result of affection and not lust."
"That's fine," I said weakly. Along with having tiny genitals, I'm also
cursed with a near absence of body hair, including below my belly button.
Wanting to cover up, I asked, "May I have the panties, please?"
"Oh, you're so good for me." She handed over an abbreviated triangle of
the same material that both nighties were made from. I held it in
position so I could step into it, and then pulled it up my slender legs.
As I wriggled to get it fully into place, she suggested that I tuck my
male parts down and back, which I unhappily did. In the back, those
panties had just the narrowest of thongs, which rode up between my
buttocks. "This is even better than I hoped for. Now strut around for
me, dearie. Wiggle your hips. Loosen up more. Hold your arms out to
the sides, just a bit. And let me see those wrists go limp. Take
smaller steps, honey. Put one foot in front of the other. That's how to
do it! You're doing so well, Myron. All my old issues have vanished."
To be polite, I said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Myron. But I can't call you that now, can I? How
about... Myra? Does that work for you? I'm sure it does. Just sashay
over here and I'll put your nightie on you. Bubblegum pink. Can you
believe it?"
I could believe it, even though I didn't want to. When I was directly in
front of her, so close that her perfume assailed my senses, she stopped
me. Next, Lana got the lightweight garment over my head and let it
slither down my body. I couldn't deny that it felt sexy. The concerns I
still had were put on hold when she smoothed the nighty over my chest,
making its silkiness tease my nipples. I panted a few times and my dick
got hard inside the panties. She playfully raised the front of what I
was wearing. I'm sure she suspected that I was having that reaction.
"Look." She was beaming. "You're making the prettiest little bump down
there. Oh, Myra, it's so nice not to be facing another killer cock. It
would spoil the mood if I couldn't stop myself from falling to my knees
and sucking you off. I hate to admit it, but I used my mouth like some
kind of runaway pump. You can be thankful that you don't have to be put
through that. With us, it's all about making connections." She gave me
some more nipple manipulation, until I was shifting my feet around,
unable to stand still. Then she stepped back to get a better look.
"Let's see you put your hands on your hips, Myra. Now bend forward from
the waist. Oh! Hold that pose. I have to get some pictures. Just for
me. I won't post them online," she assured me, then gave a wink that
called her words into question.
I stayed frozen in that mortifying posture. She returned with her phone.
Lana recorded my discomfort from several angles. She had me straighten
up, look back over my shoulder, and stick my tongue out like a brat.
What followed was a non-stop photo session, with me posing with chairs, a
heart-shaped pillow, two plush unicorns, and a clear plastic umbrella.
By the end I was utterly humiliated, yet still in the mood for physical
love. Lana appeared ready for some body-on-body action as well. She
took me by the hand.
"Let's visit the bedroom," she suggested in a throaty voice.
All I could say was, "Yes, please." My words came out high and thin.
She told me to keep speaking that way.
Once we were by her bed, she ran her fingers all over me, at the same
time congratulating me for not being one of those tall, powerful brutes
she was used to. Lana slipped out of her panties. She gave me another
round of nipple fingering that left me nearly cross-eyed. Then she laid
back on the bed and spread her legs. The center of her femininity peeked
out from under the bottom edge of her nightie.
"Come on, Myra," she purred. "Get down there and kiss the insides of my
thighs. I would love for you to do that."
It was one more delay before the main act, but it was also one step
closer. I put myself where she wanted me and pressed my lips against the
softness of her flesh. I couldn't avoid breathing in the slightly musky
scent of her juncture.
"This is so adventurous." Her voice was as soft and light as I was
keeping mine. "You know how to use your mouth on a girl, between her
legs, don't you, Myra?"
"I've seen videos of it." Why did I have to sound that way, my voice so
girly? And why had I just admitted to watching smut?
She said, "I guess your sex life is mainly dirty videos. You've never
gone all the way, have you, Myra? I mean, how could you, with such a wee
little wee-wee."
As much as I didn't want to admit that, I confessed, "I haven't... done
it. Not until now."
Lana chuckled. "Well, let's not get carried away, my sweet virgin.
Since I'm the one with so much experience, it should be me who decides
what games we play. Right?"
"I guess so," I offered timidly.
"Then how about if, with both of us in our nighties, we make love like
two lesbians? You get your mouth busy on my pussy, Myra, and I'll tell
you how I like it done. This will be such a change from all those wild
stallions, shoving their horse-cocks into me and slamming away until I
have orgasm after orgasm. Guys like that don't eat twat. Start with a
few kisses, pretty girl. Don't be shy. I just know you're going to
learn to be an expert at dining at the 'Y'."
With nothing on except that pink nighty and panties, in the bed of the
female I desired to the point of mania, and having already given in to
her every wish, what else could I do? I kissed tenderly at first,
gradually building up to licking and lapping and probing. I sucked her
clitoris, which was larger than I had expected. She didn't have to give
much advice. Mostly, she made me slow down, every time a climax was
approaching. When those did arrive, they were animated and loud,
followed by praise that made me want to do more of the same, because it
appeared to be the only way to hold onto her. Losing Lana, even after
what she was putting me through, wasn't an option. Her love-talk
encouraged that attitude. Lana made it clear that my small dick made
intercourse out of the question, and that she wasn't even going to
reciprocate with oral attentions. No, I would be Myra, her pussy
worshipper, left sexually unfulfilled, and grateful for whatever small
favors she granted me.
After she was thoroughly sated, Lana ordered me not to wash my face or
rinse my mouth. She made me undress and directed me to her dresser's
middle drawer, from which I had to take a filmy harem-girl outfit. The
top left my tummy bare, the pants were not accompanied by panties, and
both parts were transparent.
"Now that we're girlfriends," she declared, "let's play beauty-shop.
Like two girly lovers having fun together. I can't wait to see you with
make-up on. And I'm sure I can do something cute with that hair. The
way it covers your ears and the back of your neck, that gives me
something to work with."
"Yes, Lana," I said in my wispiest Myra voice.
She patted the side of my face, beyond where it had been smeared with her
sexual secretions, and then led me to the chair at her vanity table.
Soon, Lana had thinned my eyebrows and was busily making over my features
with foundation, blush, eye products, and both lipstick and lip liner.
She finished by creating a shadow under my lower lip, to make it appear
fuller. Then she moved on to my hair, which was shortly turned into a
mass of curls, and now covered my forehead. My reflection in the mirror
was so feminine, the shape of my face altered, and my eyes and mouth as
dramatic as a drag performer's. She thought for a moment before fetching
large hoop earring and clipping them to my ears, with the promise of
piercings to come later. The outfit was completed with spangled slippers
that each had a pom-pom on the toe.
This time when she took pictures, she insisted that they had to be put
online, and that no one would recognize me, so transformed. But then she
added that there would have to be both before and after shots, with the
former coming from our earlier session, when my face was still not
changed.
"Well," she considered, "I'll only put on one of you without cosmetics.
Or two or maybe three. And anyway, they'll be on a crossdresser page, so
anyone going there likes to dress up, too. Or else they're attracted to
femme boys like you." She got me on my feet and slapped my butt. "Be a
good girl and I won't have to spank you."
Huh? Who had said anything about spanking? If that was a possible
inclusion in her playtime, what else might she do to me? Where were the
limits? Lana whipped up a quick meal, but made only enough for one. I
had to serve it to her, pour white wine, and stand off to the side while
she ate. I was positioned where she could glance sideways and have a
good view of me. She checked repeatedly, every time leering at what she
had produced. Whenever I got close, she put her hands on me, wherever
she pleased, keeping my libido elevated. Was that how her old dates had
fondled her?
Later we watched some TV shows. She sat on the sofa, with me seated on
the floor in front of her, and her legs touching me on either side. It
was highly arousing, especially after all the stimulation I'd gotten
earlier. My regular senses were all heightened, perhaps because I hadn't
eaten anything.
At bedtime she had me take off the harem girl outfit. Then she put me
into an uncomfortably tight corset, along with fishnet stockings. It was
quite a tactilely effective experience, one that got me erect against my
wishes and kept me that way. Lana decided she would sleep naked. By
then she was ready for another climax and had me get my mouth on her
mound once more.
"Just think," she said dreamily. "You're licking me where all those real
men stuck their above-average cocks. I want you to remember that, every
time you're down there, which will be a lot from now on. Do you like
that idea?"
My self-image was so altered by her assault on my masculinity, that all I
could say was, "Yes, Lana."
"Excellent, Myra. And you're doing so well, sounding just like my new
girlfriend."
"Thank you."
"Even as good as you are with your mouth, I'm afraid I'm still going to
need more of those battering ram cocks. I suppose that will make you
jealous. But you'll still get to be my licking-licking girl. In fact,
once one of my date leaves, you can give me a nice gentle bonus orgasm,
after he's pounded me so hard. That will sooth my puss. But remember,
we don't want me to get out of the mood, by having to go and clean myself
up before you do your specialty. So, while you're making love to my
snatch with your mouth, you'll also be giving it a tongue bath. Maybe
you'll develop a taste for eating spunk out of my slit." She chortled.
I meekly agreed, "Yes, Lana. Whatever you want."
"Who knows? If you like the flavor, it might even lead to getting it
directly from the source. My ultimate goal would be to make you my
sister in sucking, and get you as hooked on long thick cocks as I am.
I'm sure some of my guys would like to try a sissy mouth on for size.
Imagine that, Myra. Being unable to say 'no' to a big fat man-sausage.
Craving them all the time. And knowing that the change is permanent.
You said whatever-I- want, so let's make that our goal. Heh, heh, heh.
But there's no hurry. We've got a long time to turn you into a fulltime
longhorn-lover. In fact, taking you step-by-step, letting you live with
the fact that you can't stop what's happening, and reminding you
frequently about where it will end up, will be so entertaining -- for
me."
"Yes, Lana." I could already see my old life receding into the past.
This astonishing change had started so suddenly. But it would take a
long time for the rest of it to happen.
*********
(Once again, that bad influence, Crayle2, and his wicked captions on
Deviant Art, sent me off on a fevered fantasy. For that, I thank him.)
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