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Subject: {ASSM} Maggie's Secret chapter 1 (h_mast, breast, silk shirt fetish)
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This is my first time ever in writing a sex story. If you like, I can
do more. And let me know if my etiquette is correct with posting this
here.

Maggie's Secret
By silkman1@gmail.com
h_mast, breast, silk shirt fetish


It was a family secret since she was born. But after all her growing
years, everyone who knew accepted it and continued their lives as if no
big deal. Maggie had a condition that gave her extraordinary genitalia,
both male and female. The cost of the operation was too great for her
family to afford, and Dr. Richards assured that the addition of a penis
was in no way harmful to her. Her body simply grew two full working
sets of genitals.


But it wasn't until her 11th birth year that her body began to blossom.
And blossom in a huge way. Her breasts were growing at an expediential
rate, reaching to a Double D by the end of 6th grade. She was the
teasing of all children and the envy of all the female teachers. But
the adults looked kindly, seeing her predicament, and did what they can
to comfort her. Though the male teachers helped under the guise of
their sudden urge to grope her. It was something she would come to
expect and accept over the following years. But never once did she
reveal the secret between her legs.


Several years had pass and Maggie was closing in on her 18th birthday,
just 4 months away. Her personality had matured from an innocent child
to an innocent adolescent under the loving care of her father and
mother She was taken care of quite well and at 17 was already busting
out with Double M breasts. Her closest friends nicknamed her M&M, as in
the candy. She became accustomed to the looks, the stares, and the
comments, almost oblivious to them. None of it got to her, she was a
good child in a good family with a few good friends and that was good
enough for her.


It was crisp, sunny morning in the middle of June. Maggie awoke at
around 8ish and crawled to sit on the edge of her bed. Her breasts were
slung in a sleepwear bra. It was loose fitting to allow comfort but she
wore it at bedtime to keep her massive pillows from covering her face
when she lay down and allowed her to get in a more comfortable sleeping
position. Having Double M breasts was like taking care of a family pet,
or two pets in this case.


Maggie stretched and yawned and lifted herself off the bed, slightly
hunched over as she let her lower back wake up to the sheer weight. She
sauntered over to the mirror and brushed her long black hair away from
her face, glancing at either cheek for skin blemishes. Of course, there
were none. She did her best to keep her skin clean and it showed.


She turned and looked over herself from a side profile. Her breasts
barely fit in the mirror. She ran her hands up her side hips to her
breasts where she hugged them briefly, giving a slight squeeze. The tit
flesh was soft and molded around her hands, engulfing them. She took a
moment to admire the reflection of her figure. Standing at 5'4", her
hips and thighs were slender after years of carrying around several
pounds of breast meat. Just walking around was a workout equivalent to
a light jog. But her body grew to learn how to support her weight. Her
hair reached her mid back and was slightly curling at the ends. Bright
blue eyes were slowly waking up, blinking the sleepiness away. Despite
the amount of growth she's developed in her front she was basically
small framed.


She gently fondled up and around her breasts a moment more, then worked
her hands down her belly, lower still to under her panties. Her
fingertips brushed over the small patch of pubic hairs and stopped at
the base of her penis. It was limp from the night's sleep but needed to
be readjusted. Its size was considered typical of the average length
for her age, about 5 inches with a nice healthy girth. The head was
bulbous and slightly red and felt good to squeeze, just like any other
guy. Her parents did have her circumcised as it was considered a health
benefit to have it done. But if Maggie can sympathize one thing with
men, it is the penis. She has come to understand what guys mean when
they say the penis has a mind of its own.


Like all boys, she went through the phase of wet dreams and spontaneous
erections. While the wet dreams have subsided, the erections have been
increasing as she entered puberty. Since she has both a penis and a
vagina, she ended up experiencing puberty just like all guys did while
at the same time getting her period like all girls did. It was a double
whammy for her.


Maggie grabbed her cock with her hands and adjusted its position to sit
better in her panties. Ahhh that felt better. Though she visibly
appeared to not have any testicles, her Doctor assured her that she
did, only smaller and tucked into her abdomen. The presence of a vagina
had pushed her testicles into her body while still in her mother's
womb. And because they were tucked inside her, the body heat prevented
her testicles from ever producing sperm. That's not to say that she
still can't ejaculate, because she can, and quite well.


Her first masturbation experience was with her cock in 7th grade, right
around the time most boys were starting to masturbate. It was an
erection that haunted her all day causing her face to flush. Her
teacher was worried that she was coming down with an illness and sent
her home for the day. Though instead of crawling under the bed sheets
with a bowl of hot chicken soup, Maggie learned to ease the swollen
penis by continuously squeezing and squeezing. It felt so good and
wonderful that a sudden overwhelming passion swept over her as she
watched in shock as stream after stream of white liquid squirted out of
her cock. From that day on, she's had her share of healthy workouts of
much masturbation with her cock and rarely from her vagina, though she
has played with her pussy on occasion.


It was now 8:15 and Maggie was ready to get dressed. She had nothing
urgent to get to this morning but was never one to lie idle. She opened
her double closet doors and revealed a line of beautiful silk blouses
all hanging lined up. There must have been about 50 various colors of
the rainbow. All shirts were the same style, collared, long sleeved,
button down with two pockets in the front. It was her most favorite
item to wear. For one thing, her monstrous breasts produced a lot of
body heat. They were like two heat generators strapped to her chest and
the thin material of the silk shirts allowed her to be a more
comfortable with temperature. The other reason was the style. She
always loved the look of silk shirts and thought they made her look
beautiful and almost angelic. The soft fabric draping over her body
with a soft sheen from the light and the button down style was very
appropriate in all settings. It wasn't sluttish or smutty in anyway.
She probably could've hidden her large assets better with an XXL
sweatshirt but would look just awful on her. And frankly, she's gotten
over what others had to say, so she dressed what made her feel
beautiful.


Frankly, the result of her wearing silk shirts drove ever male she
encountered insane. She was a walking sex bomb, causing erections to
explode at every encounter. Many guys have had to excuse themselves
from her presence just to get away for a moment and relieve their
instantaneous sexual lust. That usually meant a quick jerk off in the
men's room. But she never seemed to notice or care anymore; guys were
always starring at her jugs.


Today she pulled out her gold colored silk shirt gently from the
closet. She took good care of her silk shirts with proper cleaning,
wanting them to last a long time. Her hand brushed along the front of
the shirt, fingertips lightly touching over the black buttons. The silk
was soft and feather weight, stirring an upbeat mood in Maggie. She
laid it gently on the bed, the silk floating like small waves of water
as it settled. She straightened the long sleeves out to get a good look
over the beautiful sheen. All her silk shirts were the same size, XXL.
It was the only size that would fit around her bust.


She turned and opened one of her dresser drawers revealing several
neatly folded skirts of various sizes, colors and materials. Her
favorites were the suede that fit snug around her legs. Other materials
were denim, cotton and a few satin. All were pretty much the same size;
about knee length. Though she did have a few pair that went down to mid
thigh. Those she only wore for those special daring occasions, which
weren't that often. She had to be in the right mood to wear those and
when her parents weren't around.


The drawer below contained her neatly pressed pants anywhere from jeans
of several colors to cotton dress pants and a few satin pants. She
mostly wore the pants during the winter season when it got too cold
outside to wear a skirt, or on a cooler night. But it's not a set rule
she follows by. She gladly would have worn pants but this morning felt
like a skirt day to her.


Finally, the top and last drawer contained her unmentionables. Here she
kept her enormous bras and satin panties. Due to her massive chest size
bras were fairly expensive, so she could only afford 5 of them. Each
bra was made from satin with the colors white, cream, pink, red and
black. She never did like the lace too much as the fabric tended to
reveal an imprint under her silk shirts. The satin bras provided a
smooth surface that was undetectable under her clothing. Lace was also
a little more uncomfortable as the sheer mass of her boobies would
brush against the inside of the cups, creating a slight discomfort. The
satin panties were what any typical young girl would wear only a size
larger to accommodate her extra portion between her thighs. She had
many pair of various colors that matched her bras.


Today, she took out her dark brown suede skirt and matching red bra and
panties. She laid the skirt on the bottom portion of the dark gold silk
shirt and placed the bra and panties next to the attire. She slipped
the bedtime bra and panties off, tossing them aside on the bed. Her
enormous breasts were round and bulbous, not droopy or hanging low. Her
youthful skin was still strong enough to lift and carry them. Her
areolas were only an inch or two wide giving the perception of having a
much larger surface area of tit flesh. Her nipples were like little
buds centered in each of her areolas, but have been known to rise
profoundly in cooler temperatures. If there was any draw back to
wearing her lovely silk shirts it was that a raised nipple tended to
show itself visibly if the shirt was pulled taught across her chest.
But she always wore slightly loose fitting shirts.


She reached for her red satin bra wrapping the front cups around her
back. It's been many years since she could see past her breasts down
below. But by now, she's learned how to dress and care for herself
either by touch or with the reflection of a mirror. Today, it was by
touch as she began the ritual of connecting all 8 hooks of her bra
together. The elastic band was over two inches wide, double knitted and
double elastic. They were meant to not only carry a hefty weight but to
last a long time. With each bra being custom made they cost around $80
each, so it was almost mandatory that she took special care of them.


She connected the last hook on the band and spun the bra around with
the cups now facing front. She slipped her thin arms into the straps
and heaved them up onto her shoulders. Each of the straps had a small
padded area that provided a comfortable rest on her shoulders. With the
lift of the bra, her breasts raised and settled perfectly into each
cup. The elastic band assisted in carrying the monster boobs and made
it much easier for Maggie to stand. It was no different than a weight
lifters belt. She did some final adjustments of slipping the edge of
the cups into place and snapped the shoulder straps once more, allowing
the entire bra to fall into perfect position.


She reached for her matching red satin panties and carefully lifted
each leg into them. Leaning forward required a careful balance act.
There have been several occasions where Maggie leaned forward or leaned
back too fast causing a sudden loss of balance, resulting in a stumble
and finally a tumble. Falling on her butt was painful from the weight
and mass of her large breasts, but falling forwarded only resulted on
landing on her boobies, which was extremely painful. If these were
simply fake implants she would have caused a rupture by now. But since
each beautiful mound was 100 percent flesh the only injury was a
slightly bruised breast and a slightly bruised ego.


Maggie pulled the panties up to her waist and did a final adjustment of
her penis. Her cock lay straight up and was snug against her. The only
time Maggie ever worried about a penis bulge was when she had an
erection. But no one would ever have assumed that any sort of bulge
from her waist was a hard on. In fact, her silky mammoth breasts pretty
much took all stares away from her crotch anyways.


Maggie did a final look over her figure in the mirror. Her red satin
bra cups were like missile heads positioned for a horizontal launch.
Shiny and tight, they defined her tremendous breast size as two perfect
orbs of lovely tit mounds. The matching red satin panties were snug
around her hips with an indication of a bulge in the front. Her ass
cheeks was cupped nicely within the fabric and offered a smooth red
surface that reflected the light from her bedroom. Phase One of the
daily morning dress has completed.


Phase Two now begins. It was time to don the silk shirt. Maggie reached
down and began to unbutton the top button that was secured around the
wooden hanger. She lifted the silk by the collar and began to slip one
arm into the sleeve all the way up to her shoulder. She reached back
and slipped the other arm into the remaining sleeve and flapped the
silk up to her shoulders where they settled. The silk shirt flirted and
waved with each movement as Maggie fitted the shirt properly around
her.


The very top button was the first. Maggie always thought that buttoning
completely to the top was the proper attire look for a proper young
girl. But she does leave the top button or two undone for a slightly
more casual look from time to time. Her hands worked their way down
from button to button, the silk shirt slowly taking form around her
vast mounds. As she did the final button on the bottom, she brushed her
hands over her breasts to smooth out the silk. Her vigilante handling
and care of all her silk shirts left no wrinkles to be seen. It was
smooth, lustrous but not too tight. Her cuffs were always buttoned,
never once did she roll her sleeves up. She watched her hands as she
gently worked out any unevenness with the silk.


Once satisfied, she reached for her brown suede skirt and slipped each
leg in, careful not to tip over. She hoisted the skirt up to her hips
and tucked the silk shirt in. It was sloppy to have a shirt hanging out
and she looked rather ridiculous with an untucked shirt anyways.
Despite a tucked shirt defining her ample bosoms to the whole world, it
was a clean, proper look that was more acceptable to Maggie. She worked
her way around her waist and slipped the soft silk under the skirt.


With the silk shirt in place, she lifted and pulled the skirt to fit
snug around her hips. Each lift and pull made her breasts bounce and
quiver, the silk shirt waved and rippled with each movement making a
whispering, shuffling sound against her skin. She zipped the skirt up
from behind and did a final adjustment around her waist and one final
tuck of the shirt. Her attire was almost complete; the last pieces were
the belt and footwear.


In the back of her closet hung a few belts of various widths and
colors. Today, she reached for her black belt that was two inches wide
with a silver buckle. It was pretty much her standard belt for any
occasion as it worked with just about any attire she wore that didn't
require belt loops around the waist. This belt simply wrapped around
her small waist and buckled in the front with one of its holes. She did
this all by feel.


With a final tug on the belt, she once again bent down and reached for
a pair of shoes in her closet. Her footwear was generally modest with
maybe a slight rise in the heel to add an inch to her height. She did
own a pair of four inch black pumps but she hasn't put those on in over
a year. The pumps were a little uncomfortable but it did cause her rump
to stick out more, her back to arch more which in turn meant that her
immense bust stood out even more. Such an appearance would have popped
any guy's heads off, not just the one on his shoulders but in his
pants, too.  She placed the black shoes side by side on the floor and,
using her dresser to keep steady, carefully stepped one foot in, then
the other foot, and settled her balance in.


There, she was done, turning to admire herself in her mirror. It was
dazzling. Her legs were well toned and looked very pleasant with her
small black shoes. The suede brown skirt gave a gentle muted glow. It
followed straight down her legs to just above the knee, hugging them
but not too tight. The black belt was clearly defined but not so
overwhelming to her image, acting as a blend from her skirt to her
shirt.


The gold silk shirt shimmered against her bedroom light with a wet
look, almost oily, that moved gracefully with each movement Maggie
made. Her gaze followed the reflection of her hands in the mirror,
watching them slowly sweep across her chest. She massaged her bosoms in
small circular motions, feeling the soft, frictionless material. Maggie
took a moment to make sure all the buttons lined up straight down. The
buttons were black and stood out on the gold shirt as little dots. The
two pockets in front faced straight out, each having its own black
button that Maggie always kept buttoned up. Under the bra, her areolas
lined up right in the center of each pocket.


She made sure the top black button was secured and adjusted her silk
collar so that the tips were straight and the collar was even around
her neck, not too tight but snug. Her hands followed down the path of
the silk shirt's black buttons to the front where they parted to each
of the front pockets. Her fingertips gently caressed the pocket buttons
and along the outer stitching. With her hands fully covering the silk
pockets, she gently pressed her breasts against her, causing them to
swell slightly. It was like she had two large pillows with the silk
shirt becoming a little taught over her cleavage area with each
squeeze. Her hands slowly continued to push her tits in and out, the
silk shirt expanding all around creating a pleasant shuffling sound as
her skin swept against the silk.


Maggie blinked and shook herself out of her daze, suddenly realizing
that her nipples have become firm under her hands. And to top it off,
an erection had followed under her skirt, staining to push itself up.
She had become so into her fondling that she was completely unaware of
her arousal. With her left hand still lightly caressing her left nipple
through the silk shirt, and her right hand snaking down to rub her cock
that was bulging under the suede skirt, she looked to what time it was
then back to her mirror reflection.


"I guess I could do this now," she thought. It was still fairly early
in the morning and her parents had always respected her privacy. She
can't ever remember a time that they've barged in on her. She always
felt safe in her bedroom. But there was no time to get all undressed
for this. "Okay, I can make this quick," she thought and hiked her
skirt up to her hips, her silky tits bouncing with each pull of the
skirt, the silk shirt rippled, as if in a gentle wind. She completely
pulled her red panties down and slipped them off her feet. Her cock was
at attention and stood pointing out at the bottom of her breasts,
swaying and bobbing as her panties slipped off.


Maggie took the position that she's always taken when in this
predicament, on the corner edge end of her bed, facing the mirror. The
corner edge slipped between her legs allowing them to spread as she sat
down. She settled her left hand behind her to help prop her up,
allowing arch her back so that her right hand can fiddle down below
without having her tits in the way. She concentrated on the reflection
of her image in the mirror as her tits lifted up in front of her, the
silk shirt pulling slightly tight over the two soft mounds.


Maggie's eyes darted all over her body, taking in the sight. She's seen
this image before, usually several times a week, only with a different
colored silk shirt.  She saw a young girl with a massive girth of
Double M tits covered in an XXL gold silk shirt, about the only size
that can fit her just right. The smooth, shiny collar was straight and
snug around her neck, fastened with a black button. Each of the other
black buttons followed straight out across the vast bust in front of
her, disappearing over the two shiny round globes. In the mirror her
eyes traced each of the black buttons where they lead straight to her
erect cock. The penis head was purple and bulbous, sitting on top of a
hard shaft that stretched almost 7 inches up. Right below where her
testicles would be was instead a slit, her pussy. But her pussy wasn't
what was bothering her, and her attention returned what yearned to be
relieved.


Maggie's right hand reached under the large right tit and began to dry
stroke her cock. Her breathing immediately became slightly erratic as
all the sensations her mind can handle all came from what was being
squeezed between her thighs. Her hand began to pump a little faster
over her entire cock, the thumb and index finger brushing lightly under
the penis head with each stroke. As her hand pumping increased, the
silky sleeve flapped and whipped back and forth on her arm, sending
small silky waves that traveled up across to her massive, heaving tits.
The silk shirt had pulled taught across the enormous span of silky gold
tit flesh that spread out in front of her. Right in the middle of  each
silky pocket the nipples were visibly poking through the sheer
material, heaving up and down with each quick and heavy breath. Her
back was arched to hoist her silky titties up into the air, her left
hand on the bed behind her to help support the weight of two shaking,
shiny, golden Double M boobs.


All the while, Maggie's eyes stayed level and never took her sight off
the reflection in the mirror. The one thing she seemed to enjoy about
this whole experience was watching herself ejaculate while wearing a
silk shirt. The sight of her cock shooting several white streams was
what made the whole masturbation all the more enjoyable. But deep down
inside she knew that the silk shirts played a more complex role in
getting her horny in the first place. Did she always wear the silk
shirts because they were what she liked, or because the way they made
her penis come to attention? And has she noticed that while jerking her
hardon in front of the mirror almost daily that the flowing silk
shirts, with each pump of her hand, mesmerized her eyes? It was what
she almost wanted to see the most. But she didn't think it was right.
This was just a phase, just like what all the other boys go through,
right?


Right now Maggie didn't have time to contemplate these thoughts; she
had more pressing matters at hand, or more like pumping matters. She
let out a slight grunt at the first sign of pressure building up right
under the base of her cock. Though her testicles no longer produce
working sperm, they still knew what to do for masturbations. As she
hand pumped, her testes began to swell and fill themselves up, getting
ready to gush out her cream for her to watch. But her testicles seemed
to hold back, as if teasing her. They simply continued to increase and
swell, like balloons being filled with water, and they hurt.


But it was a good hurt, almost a soreness that skirted behind the
intense pleasure of jerking her cock. This only made her pump even
harder and more furious. Her hand stroked the entire shaft, almost
pounding at the base of her cock, sending rough signals for her
testicles to release. Her teeth were grinding shut to help not yelp or
moan too loud. Her eyes focused on the reflection of the rippling silk
shirt, the heaving massive, golden mounds and the sight of herself
masturbating hard.


Maggie's hips started to pump quickly with her right hand, her eyebrows
furrowed, as she felt the strain of her cock was getting ready to
spurt. Her silky golden tits were shaking violently from the pounding
of her right arm, the silky gold sleeve flapping and waving with an
oily sheen. She leaned back a little farther on her left hand, lifting
her hips a little, hoisting her wobbling, silky soft mounds up higher.
She had to turn to the side a few inches to peer around her golden
globes to see. It was all so much to take in.


And then it was time. Maggie's entire body went completely rigid, her
silky tits lifted high up, as both her testicles gushed out their
entire contents all at once. The white flow combined at the base of her
cock and made a straight shoot for the tip. This was it; she was going
to cum. Her eyes focused hard at the tip of her swollen cock head. Her
right hand squeezed real hard for a couple seconds, then released as
thick cum goo shot out from her penis hole. As her eyes followed the
stream, her breathing had completely stopped, her body rock hard rigid,
as an intense wave of pleasure and relief swept over her. There was
only one thing that she wanted most right now, to watch herself squirt
cum out of her penis.


Maggie's eyes darted back to her cock head again, her right hand
squeezed her erection hard for a couple seconds, only to release and
shoot another stream for her to watch. She continued to ejaculate like
this three more times, each white stream shooting about two feet in
front of her onto the floor, all the why gritting her teeth and holding
her breath to help keep silent. The golden silk shirt was smooth and
soft to the look, jumping with each hard hip thrust orgasm.


Maggie was nearing her end as the cum spurts began to settle down to
the occasional small spits and gurgles. She finally slowly sat back
down on the bed and took her first deep breath. Her right hand
continued to stroke her cock, only more gently, spreading the dripping
cum all over her cock and making it shine a little. She lowered her
tits down a little but not so much for her cum coated cock to stain the
shirt.


Maggie sat there for about two minutes, starring in a dreamy daze,
allowing the world around her to slowly seep back in. Her breathing had
settled down and her mind began to clear. She reached for some Kleenex
near her bed and cleaned up her penis and in between her legs. She
reached for her panties and took her time inserting one foot, then the
other back in. Rising slowly off the bed, she pulled the red satin
panties slowly back up, tucking the now limping penis back into
position. It was a bit sore since she dry pumped it, but it didn't
matter much; next time she'll use her oil.


Maggie lowered her brown suede skirt back down to position, right down
to her knees. She made sure it was straight and neat, adjusting around
her waist. She did a thorough check over her gold silk shirt, tugging
her collar to straighten it, pulling the shoulders and sleeves into
position. She unwound the buttoned cuff around her right wrist a little
as it was slightly twisted from the intense shaking. A quick last
tucking of the silk shirt and an adjustment of her hair were the last
items .She looked pretty good, though her pupils were dilated and her
face flushed red from the orgasm. She settled back onto her bed to lay
down for a moment. She needed to rest off her morning exercise a
little.

End Chapter 1

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