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Subject: {ASSM} Girl Fag (new) chapter 6 by Rachael Ross
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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
first reading the first five chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Six

Saturday. I opened my eyes and blinked at the sunlight, a little
muddled and not immediately sure where I was at first. I'd slept
hard, but I'd needed it badly. I felt Sandy next to me and I guess
she needed it too, since she was still sleeping. We were pretty tangled
up, our arms and legs across and under and between each other and I
hated to move. Not only because I didn't want to wake her up, but it
was awfully nice being so close to her like that.

But it was Saturday. "Shoot." I said softly to myself. I had so
much I had to do. I was supposed to be at work, probably. I had no idea
what time it was, but it had to be past eight, I was sure. I spent my
weekends in the garage with Daddy and he was a big one on
responsibility. It was a job, not a retirement plan, Daddy liked to
say.

I had to talk to Mark and David too. Why hadn't I talked to them last
night? I cursed myself silently for being so dumb. Mark wasn't going
to wait for me, he'd been pretty mad and I knew he was going to tell
David about what my brothers had been doing to me. Then he'd tell
Daddy and the world would end!

And Matt too. I'd been sleeping at his house, supposedly, and my bike
was still there. What if Matt or one of the other guys called so see
what I was doing? Or maybe even Matt's parents, since they'd been
sorta worried about me the night before. I groaned and Sandy moved a
little, hugging me while she slept. I was going to be in so much
trouble! And if I was a lesbian now...was I? What did that mean? Daddy
was going to have a fit! He'd probably kick me out of the house or
something. All of us, except Mark and David, and maybe them too, just
on principle. I was ruining everything and I felt really, really small
right then. Life wasn't fair at all.

"Hey." Sandy said with a sleepy little smile, sighing and
stretching a out against me.

"Hi." I smiled too, but it was hard. Well, not that hard I guess.
For some reason just seeing her smiling at me kind of made everything
else okay, although that didn't make a whole lot of sense.

"What time is it?" Sandy asked and I told her I didn't know, but
I thought it was late. "My watch is in my purse." She looked over
her shoulder at it, inviting me to get it for her.

I slid my body across hers and she didn't mind that at all, maybe
even that was what she wanted because Sandy had her arms around me as
our breasts were pressed together. I tried to ignore it, reaching for
her purse and fumbling blindly inside until I could get her little gold
and silver Seiko out and look at it.

"Oh. It's just after seven." I felt a little relieved, but not
entirely. "I have to get going. I gotta work today."

"Are you sure?" Sandy kissed me softly on my neck.

"Yeah." I sighed and looked down at her, wondering how this had
happened. I mean last night had been one thing, but this was morning
already. I should have been coming to my senses or something. I liked
guys. I wanted a boyfriend who would treat me like a guy and we could
have guy sex and...

"Thanks for last night." Sandy was whispering, wrecking my train of
thought completely. "I love you." And she was kissing me again, our
lips parting for a deep slow French kiss.

I wished I could have brushed my teeth, but Sandy didn't seem to mind
and she was still sweet and warm and good, so I guess it didn't
matter. I remembered telling Sandy that I loved her too, especially
when I'd cum for like the third time while we'd been fucking. That
sounded so crude, fucking. It was the word in my head, a guy word, but
it was wrong and I fixed it in my mind, remembering instead how I'd
made love to her in our little tree house.

"I love you too, Sandy." I said a moment later and it had just come
out. Saying it like that in the morning light and seeing her bright
eyes, more green than hazel now, staring into mine...saying it made my
tummy do flip-flops and I had to go. I knew I did.

We got dressed slowly and I felt a little shy for some reason,
especially when I was tucking my fake dick back into my pants. It had
seemed so real in the dark, but now it looked...fake, like it wasn't
part of me at all. Sandy didn't say anything about it though, she
just watched me, smiling and putting on her clothes. We folded the
quilts up and got them out of the tree, and before she went back into
her house we kissed again, just a quick one though because we were in
Josh's front yard.

"Will you call me?" Sandy asked and I nodded. "Do you know the
number?"

"Yeah." I smiled at her. I knew she didn't want me to go, or
maybe she wanted to come with me. I figured it was some kind of
clinging thing maybe, or probably because we'd had sex, maybe she
thought I was done with her. I'd heard some of the girls at school
talking about stuff like that, and how thoughtless a boy could be, but
I'd never really understood it. Why would a guy lose interest just
because he'd had sex with someone?

"Okay." Sandy kissed me again and then waved as I got on Henry's
bike. It was cold and damp with dew. "Bye." She was still standing
there on the sidewalk when I pedaled off.

It was still chilly, being so early, but the breeze felt good and
really cleared my head. I tried to think about other things, but my
thoughts kept going back to Sandy. Did I really love her? I didn't
think so. But I kind of did, too. I'd told her I did, so that meant
something, right? I wasn't a lesbian because of it, I was sure of
that. I mean, Sandy hadn't even touched my pussy. She liked my cock
and she treated me like I was a guy, calling me a boy all night long.
When we had sex it wasn't lesbian girl sex, it was making love the
way a man and woman should. I was a guy inside and she knew it, so what
was the problem? A guy should have a girlfriend. It meant I was normal,
sort of. I was a guy in a girl's body and I'd just found out I
wasn't totally gay, that's all. I was bisexual or something and
that was good, right?

Did I say something about clearing my head? I take it back; I was more
confused than ever and trying to convince myself that some label could
define me somehow. I'd been getting totally stuck on that, on trying
to put my sexuality in a can and live within those narrow confines. But
every time I turned around there was something new and unexplored and
pulling me in a different direction. Was it like this for everyone? It
couldn't last, all this confusion, I'd go crazy before I reached my
16th birthday. I'd never get a car if I went crazy! That thought made
me grin and I was half-decided that I was just gonna do what I needed
to and figure it all out later...like when I was 50 or something.

"Hey Daddy!" I gave him my best smile as I entered the house
through the kitchen door.

He was reading the paper and drinking coffee and didn't look up right
away. Scott was there too, standing near the sink and making a fresh
pot. He just shrugged at my questioning look, so I didn't know if I
was in trouble or not.

"Hmmph..." Daddy wasn't much of a morning person. "How was your
sleepover?"

"It was okay." I shrugged.

"Want some breakfast?" Scott asked me.

"Sure, yeah. I gotta get a shower though." I gave my dad a little
kiss on the cheek as I walked by, like I usually did.

"What's that smell? You wearing perfume or something?" Daddy
looked up at me and I shrugged.

I probably smelled a lot like Sandy, but that wasn't perfume at all.
"No." I answered. "Must be the soap at Matt's house or
something."

But my dad had forgotten about the way I smelled. "What the hell is
that?" He asked, staring at a spot just below my chin.

I'd forgotten all about the hickey Sandy had given me and I felt my
face reddening, powerless to help it. "Uh..." I licked my lips and
Scott, naturally curious, stepped around to see what Daddy was talking
about.

"Got yourself a little muffler burn there, Annie." He laughed and
it didn't help my situation at all!

"Muffler burn hell!" Daddy narrowed his eyes. "What were you
doing last night? Matty give that to you?"

There wasn't any right answer to that. If I told the truth I was
dead. If I lied and blamed it on Matt, Daddy would still be mad and
probably never let me hang out with him again. Matt was like my brother
and I could see my dad trying to understand what was going on. I needed
a villain; a good one to blame this on, and only one person came
immediately to mind.

"No Daddy." I shook my head and bit my lip a little, putting on my
patented guilty little girl act. Sometimes it worked.

"Well, who then? You got a boyfriend I oughta know about?" Daddy
had turned fully to face me and Scott went back to scrambling some eggs
for me.

"Sorta." I agreed. I couldn't seem too eager, but I didn't want
a whipping either. I had to walk the line, you know?

"You better say more than that, girl." Daddy stared at me hard and
I looked down at my feet.

"There's a boy..." I said slowly, "...on the football team. We
uh, sorta kissed a little after practice yesterday."

"Kissing huh?" Daddy snorted. "This boy got a name?"

"Um, Brian." I swallowed. "Brian Hades." I rushed to say more
the way people do sometimes. "He's nice Daddy. He's 14 like me
and the quarterback. He didn't mean to give me a hickey and..."

Scott was shaking his head and stirring the bowl slowly with a whisk.

"How can you not mean to do that?" But Daddy actually smiled, just
a little. "You look like Dracula's been at your neck, girl!"

"I know. I'm sorry Daddy." I gave him a hopeful smile. "We just
kissed, that's all."

"You sure?" He rubbed his big square jaw thoughtfully. "He
didn't try to, um..." He rolled his hand a little.  "...uh..."

"No!" I stared at him, actually shocked that he might be thinking
what I thought he was. "God no, Daddy!" And that was undeniably the
truth as Daddy could undeniably see.

"Okay, um...Good." He nodded. "You have to protect yourself,
okay? I know you're growing up and well, you had to get a boyfriend
sometime. Just..."

"I'm careful, Daddy." I was nodding.

"Bring the boy around sometime, okay? Probably a good thing we have a
little man to man just to make sure he isn't trying to do anything
else he might end up doing." Daddy grinned at me. "Okay?"

I couldn't believe how well that had gone! Daddy hadn't gone
through the roof at all; he didn't even seem to mind I had been
kissing a boy! It never occurred to me that maybe my dad might actually
be relieved that I had a boyfriend. But looking back on it I think he
was a little. He'd been raising me as a boy for so long I think he
was finally ready to have a daughter. Boyfriends and all.

"Thanks Daddy!" I kissed him again just as Henry was coming into
the kitchen, obviously just having woken up.

"What the hell happened to you now?" Daddy stared at Henry's two
black eyes. The one on the left wasn't bad, but the right eye was
still pretty swollen.

I made my escape while I could; catching just a bit of Henry's excuse
that he'd gotten in a fight a school. What else was he going to say?
He'd gotten cracked by his brothers for taking pictures of me after
I'd sucked his dick? I don't think so! Daddy wouldn't care about
a school fight anyhow, he always told us it was better to put up a
fight and lose than it was to run away. He said if you always run
you'll always lose. It makes sense some of the time, but other times
I'm not so sure.

It wasn't til the afternoon that I got to talk with Mark and David. I
was out back, behind the garage working on the transmission of a John
Deere D9 which is a honkin' big tractor, if you didn't know. It
just didn't want to go into reverse anymore, but that wasn't bad. I
like tractors a lot. They're simple mostly, especially the older ones
like the D9, and it was always a good workout.

"Hey." Mark came around the corner, followed by David.

"Hi." I smiled at them and climbed out from underneath the tractor.
That was the other good thing about those things; they had a lot of
room to work with.

"Pops took off for Beaverton to get some parts." David said. Both
of them were pretty dirty, they'd been working on a Ford Taurus that
had cracked a cylinder.

"I didn't say nothin' to him." Mark looked at me. He was
holding a coke and he took a swallow. David had two and he tossed me
one.

"Thanks." I looked at David, all of 17 and handsome with dark
curling hair and brown eyes. He looked like 18 year old Mark's twin,
except for being about an inch shorter. "Mark told you?"

"Yep." David smiled, but it wasn't a happy one, just lopsided and
a little embarrassed maybe.

I opened my soda and it fizzed out a little, running cool over my
greasy hand. I drank some and walked over so we could all sit at the
little picnic table we had back there. It was covered with parts and
tools, but that was okay.

"They really do all that stuff to you?" David asked me finally. He
dug a cigarette out of his coveralls, straightening it and lighting it.
He was the only one who smoked in our family but none of us really
cared, not even Daddy.

"Yeah, sorta." I agreed.

"What do you mean sort of?" Mark looked at me with a frown.

"I mean it takes two to tango, you know?" I shook my head at him.
"I wanted it too, alright? I wasn't like raped or anything."

"But they're your brothers, Ann." David's voice left blue smoke
in the air. "Steve fucked you? C'mon..." He was being
deliberately vulgar.

"Who gave you that hickey?" Mark asked, sounding like he was
accusing Steve of that too.

"None of your business." I smiled sarcastically.

"...and you gave Henry and Greg blowjobs?" David pressed on.
"That's like abuse, Ann. You're just a kid."

"I'm not a kid. I'm fourteen and besides, it's not like
you're so old." I was feeling lectured when I didn't want to be.
"Neither one of you!"

"Well, we gotta stop this." Mark was saying. "It isn't right.
You don't get it; you've been like brain-washed or something."

I laughed at him then. "Brain-washed? I just..." I didn't know
how to say it and I waved my Coke around in a gesture of futility. "I
just wanted to try it, okay? I wanted to do it and see what it was
like. I didn't mean to make any trouble, that was Henry's fault,
alright? He's the one with the camera and he's the one who acts
stupid all the time."

We sat there for awhile, each of us just thinking to ourselves. I
didn't know what to do about any of this, and neither did Mark or
David. It was obvious they didn't really want to tell Daddy anything,
but I knew they thought they should. Mark especially. And somehow, even
if they didn't say anything, we all still had to eat at the same
table and sleep under the same roof. We were still a family and my
brothers couldn't stay mad at each other for too long without some
real trouble starting.

"Don't tell Daddy, okay?" I had to know what they were gonna do.

"You have to promise none of this is gonna happen again." Mark told
me. "I mean it. You have to promise and so does everyone else. Steve,
Scott, Henry, Greg, everybody."

"I promise, I swear to you guys." I was nodding. "We talked about
it last night. We won't do anything ever again. They'll tell
you."

"They better." Mark said and he tossed his can onto a pile of
rusting scrap metal. He gave me a hug then and I hugged him back hard.
"I just don't want anybody to ever hurt you, Ann."

"I know." I had my face pressed to his chest. "I love you too."

"Why don't you hang out with us?" David was saying a minute
later, he looked at Mark and back at me. "I mean if you want to, be
better than being off on your own anyway."

"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes a little, trying to figure
out what he was saying.

"Like last night, you were at Josh's party, right?" Mark gave me
a conspiratorial smile.

"Yeah...soooo....?" I felt a little nervous wondering what they
knew about last night.

"Well, pops was saying you got a boyfriend..." Mark was saying.

"That Brian Hades guy." David interrupted.

"But he spent all night trying to get into Jackie Vale's
panties." Mark was grinning at me.

"So if it wasn't him and it wasn't anybody around here..."
David continued, meaning I didn't get it from one of my brothers.
"Then who was it?"

"One of your friends?" Mark watched my face as he reeled off their
names. "Matt? Lance? John? Um...Kyle maybe?"

But I just kept shaking my head and smiling, although inside my stomach
was knotted up tight.

"C'mon, sis, you can tell us. We ain't gonna tell anybody!"
David was smiling too. "You must have left the party pretty early.
Hmmm..."

"Yeah." Mark scratched his head theatrically. "Who else left the
party early last night?"

"Aww, just leave me alone about it, huh?" But this was the usual
sort of game our family played, I was just lucky they weren't doing
it around Sunday dinner for a change. I grabbed a wrench and made like
I was gonna go back to work.

"It wasn't Josh's cousin, that's for sure!" David laughed and
I felt my heart stop. "She was trying to knock a wall down with
somebody last night."

I don't know what sort of look passed over my face but Mark had
caught it. I could see it in his eyes; he just didn't know what it
meant. He couldn't quite put it together and I turned away from them
quickly, too quickly, climbing back under the tractor.

"Wait a minute..." Mark was saying quietly. "...you mean
you..." He looked at me and I licked my lips. His face suddenly got
animated, like one of the Three Stooges figuring out something obvious.

"Huh?" David had still been chuckling, thinking about Josh's
cousin.

"Ann!" Mark was staring at me open mouthed. "You and...her? Last
night?"

"What?" David was catching on finally and he stared from Mark to me
and back again. "Ann and her...what? Josh's cousin? The hot one?"

I couldn't hide it, as if I could ever hide anything when my brothers
pressed me. Daddy I had a certain amount of control over, but my
brothers...I sighed.

"Look, it isn't what you think..." I started, but Mark cut me off
quick.

"You did it with another girl, didn't you?" Mark smiled and that
surprised me. I figured he'd be at least as upset as he had been
about the other things I'd got caught doing.

"You fucked Josh's cousin?" David wasn't trying to be vulgar
now; he was just too excited to remember his manners. "The hot
one?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Sort of I guess."

"Oh man!" Mark laughed. "You are so weird, Ann! Jesus!"

"You can't tell anyone!" I was practically begging them.

"What? No, of course not!" Mark assured me and David did the same.

"It was my first time." I smiled a little sheepishly.

"You know how many guys I've smacked cause they asked me if you
were a lezbo?" David shook his head. "Hundreds and now it turns out
you really are one? Holy crap, Ann."

"I'm not a lesbian, okay?" I got up again, feeling ready to fight
over it, if I had to. "I'm a guy, okay? I'm just a guy in a
girl's body. That's it, finished, end of story!" I felt like a
broken record, repeating the same thing over and over. I was getting
sick of it. Why didn't people understand that about me?

"A guy in a girl's body...?" David had stopped laughing now.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"So um, why did you suck somebody's dick then?" Mark was smiling
like he had me over a barrel with that one.

"Cause I thought I was gay." I said without the embarrassment it
probably should have caused me. That wiped Mark's smile off pretty
quick and I shrugged. "Now, I guess I'm bisexual or whatever."

I sat down again. We all did and none of us said anything for awhile.
If I expected Mark or David to protest, or ask me silly questions about
how I felt or something, I was wrong. They seemed to be accepting what
I'd told them pretty good, much better than I'd ever have figured
them to. Better than anybody else had, I thought.

"That chick is pretty hot, huh?" David said finally. "That
Josh's cousin."

"Sandy." I replied. "Yeah. She's pretty cute."

"Noisy too." Mark said and that finally broke it for us.

We were all laughing and talking about last night and it was amazingly
cool to be friends with Mark and David again. The best part was that I
knew I could trust them. They'd never tell anyone anything, not even
something as rich as me having sex with Josh's cousin, Sandy.

"So how'd you guys do it?" David was always hungry for the
details though.

"C'mon, I don't ask about you and your girlfriends." I
protested.

"Ask away!" David laughed. "I just want to know. I mean how do
two girls...you know...do it?"

"I uh, I have a dildo." I blushed. "A strapon. It's pretty
big."

"A dildo?" Mark laughed. "Really? How big?"

"Like I don't know, 9 inches or something. But it feels real,
it's cool." I felt a little excited talking about it. "And the
bottom of it sort of rubs me when we do it, so..." I made a little
face.

"I guess so." Mark shook his head. "Jesus."

"Are you gonna see her again?" David was digging for another
cigarette.

"Yeah. I guess so, I don't know. I'm sposed to call her; she has
to go back to Pullman tomorrow night." I licked my lips. The truth
was I was a little nervous about calling her. What if she'd changed
her mind about me or something?

"You should definitely call her then." Mark was saying. "She's
hot."

"Yeah. Go call her now; she's probably been waiting all day for
you." Mark gave me a little shove.

"No, I'm...I don't know..." I looked at my brothers' smiling
faces. "You think so?"

"Chicks are always waiting for guys to call, believe me!" Mark
nodded. "Especially the day after you...you know..."

"But what if she changed her mind or..." I protested weakly.

"Changed her mind?" David had finally lit his cigarette and he
laughed at me. "Was she pissed when you left her?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Then she's waiting." David took a puff.

"Fact." Mark agreed. "Go call her, tell her you'll take her to
a movie tonight."

"Take her to a movie? How am I gonna do that?" The nearest movie
theater was in Beaverton.

"Go with us!" David spread his arms wide. "We're taking Sherry
and Jane, you and what's her name can come along."

"What?" I gasped. "Are you crazy? Sherry and Jane? They'll blab
for sure." I couldn't believe that stupid idea.

"No they won't." Mark promised.

I stared at him hard. "How do you know?"

"Cause..." Mark grinned.

"Sherry and Jane fuck each other!" David laughed. "They're
totally into it, I swear."

"And nobody knows except us." Mark was nodding his head.

"No way." I stared at them.

"Way." David grinned.

"Then why'd you ask how me and Sandy did it?" I wondered.

"Well, we didn't know we were gonna tell you about Sherry and
Jane!" Mark laughed at me. "And you can't say a word to anyone,
okay?"

"I won't." Like who was I gonna tell anyway?

"You just gotta watch out one of them doesn't try to steal Josh's
cousin." David said.

"Or you!" Mark grinned.

"Nah, we'll talk to them. It'll be cool, you'll see." David
was pushing me. "Now go call her up, tell her we'll be by about
6:30 alright?"

Did you ever feel like the world was turning upside down? No wonder
Mark and David were so cool with me having a girlfriend. Their
girlfriends had girlfriends too. But they were sisters, so...Incest was
okay so long as you were both girls? Or, incest was okay so long as you
weren't actually related to Mark or David? They were total hypocrites
and I almost laughed at that. It was confusing to me and for such a
small town it sure seemed like everyone had a lot of really, really
strange secrets going on!

Jane and Sherry were lesbians. Okay. The weirdest thing was that the
idea didn't turn me on at all. I was kind of expecting it would, once
I'd thought about it a little, but it didn't. They were both
pretty, that was for certain. Jane was rather shorter, a willowy blonde
with blue eyes, and Sherry was taller, with large breasts and dark
auburn hair. They didn't look much like sisters, but then I didn't
look much like my brothers, except for Scott. Anyway, if I really was a
lesbian, the idea of going out with incestuous lesbian sisters should
have gotten me a little excited, right? But it didn't. The thought of
having sex with either one of them didn't do anything for me. But
thinking about Sandy, waiting by her phone for me to call...That was
sending all kinds of little signals to my brain. And other parts of my
body!

"Are you sure?" Sandy really wanted to go out with me, and that was
a relief, but she wasn't sure about a triple date with my brothers
and the Hudson sisters. "I just don't want to cause any problems
for you."

"It'll be okay." I was trying to reassure her but the truth was
that I wasn't too sure of this myself. "My brothers are really
cool, you'll like them."

"I was kind of hoping to get you alone though." She giggled softly
and I couldn't help but smile.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked her, keeping my voice
needlessly soft since Mark and David weren't even pretending not to
listen in. They sat at the kitchen table watching me intently.

"Josh is going out tonight." Sandy said slowly. "Some kind of
lumberjack bachelor party or something."

I laughed. "Right, I heard something about that. One of the guys at
the mill is getting married tomorrow."

"Yeah. So my Aunt is still out of town and..." Her voice trailed
off.

"And who needs a movie when you have a TV, huh?" I suggested.

"Who needs a movie when you have a bed!" Sandy was grinning, I
could tell from her voice, and so was I.

"Okay. Ummm..." I was trying to think of when I could get over
there. I was pretty greasy and a little hungry and...

"Just come over now, okay? I'll make something for us to eat, do
you like chicken? Or I can cook some..."

I just laughed. "Chicken's great, sure. But I'm pretty dirty
so..."

"Oh, that's okay. I don't mind, really. Just come over and you
can clean up here." Sandy was definitely eager, but she had no idea
how dirty I was!

"You have no idea, Sandy, I've been rebuilding a tractor all day. I
look like I just fell out of an oil can." I figured she'd realize I
needed a good hour or so, but maybe not.

"Really? Um, that's okay...I'd kinda like to see you all
dirty." I could hear her swallow thickly over the phone. "Like
that. Don't change, okay? Just come over."

"Uh, okay. I will then." I wasn't going to fight it, that was for
sure. "See you in a little bit."

"Kay, bye." Sandy said. "I love you." And then she hung up
before I could say anything else. It was weird having a girl I'd just
met tell me she loved me all the time.

"Sorry guys." I looked at my brothers. "She doesn't want to go
to a movie."

"What?" David looked totally disappointed. "You didn't try very
hard!"

"Didn't try hard? What was I supposed to do, David, blackmail her?
Sheesh!" I shook my head.

"Maybe next time." Mark shrugged.

"Anyway, I'm gonna go over to Josh's place for awhile." I
smiled at them and went upstairs to get my stuff. It was gonna be messy
if I didn't at least wash my hands, so I did. I could always get them
dirty again.

The phone rang while I was upstairs and I heard Mark calling for me.
"Ann, phone! It's Lance."

"Okay. Okay." I'd grabbed some clean clothes and my dildo,
actually strapping it on since I'd rather missed having it on all
day, and some school books, just cause if I stayed out late I might
need an excuse when I got home. Doing homework was always good, if only
slightly unbelievable. Especially on a Saturday night, but it was
better than nothing though.

I went back downstairs and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Ann? Hey, it's Lance. What's up dude?" I guess he was the one
designated to find out if I was still upset or not. I'd been waiting
all day for one of them to call.

"I was just getting ready to take off. What are you up to?" I kept
my voice light and happy. I wasn't pissed anymore.

"We're going to a movie over in Beaverton, you wanna go?" Lance
sounded relieved, or maybe it was just my imagination.

"Oh, uh no, I can't. I sorta have to do something." I didn't
have an excuse handy and my brain wasn't working good enough to think
of a decent one. I frowned, knowing Lance would ask.

"Have to do what?" He did ask.

"I have to go to dinner at a friend's house. Like an old family
friend, you know?" I added quickly, since Lance knew all my regular
friends.

"Oh." He sounded deflated. "You uh, you're not still mad...are
you?" He asked hesitantly.

I laughed. "No, I'm not. You're my best friends, c'mon!"

"Okay, cool." I could hear him let out the breath he was holding.
"Hey, there's a football game tomorrow, a bunch of the guys are
gonna play over at Soldier Field."

"Are you playing?" I asked.

"Yeah, me and Matt and Kyle. John has to go to church all day or
something." He chuckled. "Least that's what he said. His cousin
the lumberjack is getting married."

"Yeah, I heard about that." I was getting a weird sense of d�j�
vu. "What time is the game?"

"After lunch. Like one o'clock. You gonna play?" Lance waited but
I didn't say anything right away. "Brian Hades is gonna be
there."

"Oh, great. Like I care!" I replied sarcastically.

"I thought you liked him." Lance laughed.

"No, I don't. I'll play if I can, okay? I'm not sure though, I
got a lot of work to do around here." And besides, I told myself,
Sandy had to go back to Pullman tomorrow night, so maybe I might want
to see her and...I could hardly believe I was thinking like that, but I
was.

"Okay, whatever, man." Lance sounded unhappy again. "We need you
though, so if you can play you better show up!"

"I will, yeah, yeah...Later Lance."

"Later dude."

A quick twenty minutes later and I was at Josh's house, parking
Henry's bike between the house and the garage. I knocked on the side
door, feeling just a little nervous. I was standing there in my old
navy blue coveralls, stained with so much oil and grease that they
might as well have been black. I had my Seahawks ball cap on, which was
also pretty dirty, and my work boots. My face was streaked with grease
and my hands were stained, but kind of clean; at least I wouldn't be
leaving fingerprints all over. I had my backpack over my shoulder and
my strapon dildo pushed down in my boxers. I sure hoped Sandy wasn't
going to be disappointed.

"Hey boyfriend!" She wasn't disappointed at all, so far as I
could tell. Sandy kissed me on the lips and let me in, looking me up
and down.

She was dressed nice, but not real fancy and I was glad of that. Just a
light yellow cotton sundress that looked maybe a size and half too
small. The hem was short and fell just to mid-thigh at best, but it
really showed off Sandy's legs. I hadn't gotten to appreciate them
all that much before. They were long and smooth and soft looking and
went all the way up to her butt, which was really working her dress as
she moved. Sandy wasn't wearing a bra, that was obvious, and the
sundress was straining a little to keep her breasts from falling out. I
could see her nipples as distinct knots trying to poke through the
fabric and it was all I could do to keep from staring.

"How do I look?" Sandy was smiling at me and she put her hands on
her hips, posing a little.

"You look great." I felt pretty shabby in comparison.

"So do you." Sandy said and she moved closer to me, so that her
tits were practically in my face.

"I look horrible." I laughed a little and put my bag down by the
door. We were in the kitchen and I wasn't exactly sure what I should
say or do.

"No, you look just like a guy who got off work." Sandy was touching
my shoulders and I warned her about getting dirty, but she just smiled.
"I like dirty guys." She whispered and then she was kissing me and
I accepted her tongue into my mouth eagerly.

Sandy wasn't wasting any time, that was for sure. I could feel her
hands unzipping my coveralls, pulling the zipper all the way down from
my chest to my crotch. I just kept my hands on her hips and waist,
squeezing her as we kissed and letting her do whatever she wanted with
me. I was lost completely and it felt good.

"Have you got something for me?" Sandy gave me a wicked little grin
as she pulled my strapon out of my boxers, working it through the
opening in the front so it stuck out like a real man's cock.

I wasn't wearing a t-shirt or anything and while one hand pushed and
pulled at my fake dick, Sandy's other hand was all over my chest,
feeling my small firm breasts and making me shiver with excitement. We
kissed a little and then she'd pull back a little, looking at me and
smiling as she played with my body.

"You're so sexy like this." Sandy was saying softly. "I love
the way you smell."

Sandy was kissing my neck and all I could do was murmur small
appreciations for the way she was making me feel. When she kissed my
breasts I didn't even mind, I didn't feel like a girl when Sandy
was with me. She kissed my nipples and I got a real surprise when she
dragged her tongue to my left armpit, causing me to raise my arm
slightly so she could inhale deeply. It was strange but somehow
exciting too because it was obvious Sandy was really getting off on my
unwashed scent. I'd been sweating a lot, all day long, and while part
of me figured what she was doing was gross, mostly I didn't mind at
all. Even when she was kissing and licking my underarm, almost bathing
me with her tongue, it was incredibly sexy.

I moved my hands up to Sandy's breasts, massaging the swollen globes
through her dress. It seemed only slightly awkward, the way we were
feeling each other up in Josh's kitchen, and neither of us cared very
much. Sandy was exploring every inch of my upper body with her mouth
and hands and all I could do was try and keep my balance. My body was
trembling with the unexpected pleasure this girl was bringing me.

"Oh Sandy, God you make me feel so good." I was telling her as her
mouth found mine once more.

"I want you to feel good." She smiled and pushed her tongue into my
mouth, probing me deeply as her hand worked my cock, my clit feeling
every little movement until I thought I'd scream.

"Oh, man..." I breathed. "I'm going to cum pretty
soon...don't stop...don't..."

"Do you want me to suck it?" Sandy whispered, licking my ear as she
spoke. "Do you want me to suck your cock?"

I nodded, unable to do much more as my senses were being slowly but
surely overcome. I could only lean back against the countertop as she
slipped slowly down to the linoleum floor, kneeling there and jerking
my nine inch dildo with her hand. My body was shaking inside, like I
was the center of a little earthquake or something. I could feel the
base of my strapon, soft molded rubber with its odd shape and size,
rubbing across my pussy. It was quickly bringing my already stiff
clitoris to a humming pitch and I felt the little tender pressures
building deep in the folds of my sex.

"You smell so good..." Sandy was saying. "Sweaty and
dirty...mmmph..." and then she was doing it, working the smooth head
of my penis between her lips, working her tongue around it so the flesh
colored plastic gleamed wetly.

I wasn't sure how much fun it could be for Sandy to give me a
blowjob. I mean it was just plastic and rubber, but it must have been
good because she was really into it. So was I, for that matter. My cock
couldn't feel anything, but underneath was my clitoris, swollen and
burning and every bit an extension of my fake penis. It was throbbing
between my thighs and my pussy was contracting on itself, like a hungry
little mouth that would never be fed. It was intense and my knees were
weak, but it was the watching that was really good for me; seeing Sandy
down there like that, sucking my dick. It was awesome and now I knew
why guys liked it so much. Maybe it felt good, maybe not, but it sure
was a serious power trip!

I put my hands in Sandy's hair. It was long and thick and silky soft,
straight brown hair that I wrapped around my fingers and I found myself
urging her on like that. Not forcing her at all, but just moving with
her as Sandy bobbed her mouth up and down the shaft of my cock. It was
so good like that and I was telling her so, whispering breathlessly how
good she was making me feel. Sandy kept looking up too, with her eyes
more hazel now in the afternoon light, wide and staring into mine as I
watched the tight red 'O' of her lips sliding wetly back and forth
around my hard dick.

When Sandy moved her hand around the back of my thigh, I got a real
surprise. She knew, or maybe just sensed that I didn't really want
her touching my pussy directly. I think she was almost as happy to
ignore it as I was. Sandy might have been a lesbian, but she loved
boys, no doubt about it. She just needed a girl like me, a girl who
really was a boy on the inside. When her hand slid up the back of my
boxers and I felt her fingertips grazing my tight little rosebud anus
it was almost too much. I was nodding and whispering "Yesss..."
over and over and Sandy just sucked my cock harder as she pushed a
finger inside my sweaty asshole.

"I'm gonna cum...ohhhh..." I couldn't stop my orgasms, a whole
series of them, one after another. They crashed through me like tidal
waves, each as powerful as the one before it. I had my eyes shut
tightly and my clit screamed with lightning bolts of painful pleasure.
I could barely stand up and I held onto Sandy's shoulders, crouching
over her as if trying to hug her to my sex. Her finger was wriggling in
my butt, twisting and turning and working in and out of me like a
little cock. Time stopped and it took a good long while before I'd
realized that Sandy had paused, giving my overwhelmed senses a rest,
and was hugging my waist while I leaned on her for support.

 I slowly let Sandy go, straightening and smiling down at her as she
beamed up at me. Her face was red and wet with saliva, it had even run
down her chin and neck, I saw, so that the tops of her creamy breasts
glistened wetly.

"Feel better?" She grinned and I nodded.

"Yeah, God...that was great..." I was hot and sticky all over.

"Good..." She was standing up again and I watched as Sandy lifted
the hem of her dress slowly. She wasn't wearing any panties and I saw
her swollen labia distended beneath the neatly trimmed hair of her
pussy. "...my turn now, boyfriend!" She giggled and all I could do
was grin.

Sandy bent over the kitchen table, a big old sturdy thing made of
stained oak, and I knew what she wanted. I moved behind her and rubbed
the smooth plastic head of my cock up and down over the entrance to
Sandy's womb.

"Do it...put it in me..." Sandy was urging me and I wasted no time,
pushing forward with my hips slowly.

It was incredible watching my cock split her labia, sinking inside
Sandy's tight wet pussy inch by inch. I had her sweet rounded ass in
my hands, pulling her cheeks apart to give me an even better view. I
kept pushing until it was as deep inside as it could go, the soft
rubber balls nestled tightly against her flesh. I really was balls
deep, I told myself, and I held her like that for a long moment while
Sandy sighed contentedly.

"Are you ready?" I teased her, rocking my hips a little, but not
withdrawing my dick even an inch.

"Fuck me...give me your big cock..." She was staring at me over her
shoulder, her eyes hungry with lust. "Make me cum all over your
dick..."

She had talked a little bit like that the night before and it still
surprised me to hear it, but it was exciting too. "I will..." I
promised. "I'm gonna fuck you good now." It was sort of fun
talking dirty. "Here it comes, Sandy!"

I pulled back until just the head was lodged in her sex and lunged
forward, spearing a good eight inches of cock into Sandy's willing
cunt. She gasped loudly and that was all the encouragement I needed. I
started fucking her hard, the base pounding against my clit with every
thrust, and the straps tightening around my hips as I pulled against
her desire to keep me deep inside. I held Sandy by the waist, pulling
and pushing her to join my urgent rhythm and she moaned loudly, shoving
her ass back to slap against my hips over and over.

The table rocked and squeaked and even skittered a little across the
floor, banging chairs and filling the house with the sounds of our
lovemaking. Sandy was flat on her chest and stomach by now, grasping
the edge of the table in her hands, and gasping loudly with each thrust
of my cock. I was between her spread legs, my fingers digging into her
soft hips, working to fuck her as hard as she wanted. I was breathing
hard and my body was burning inside and out, my smallish breasts aching
with excitement, and my clit ready to explode at any second. Once again
I was fighting to control my orgasm, I wanted to cum with Sandy and she
was so close I knew it wouldn't be long.

Sandy made short sharp yelps when she came, like a small dog that gets
too excited. She lifted her head, arching her back and I ground myself
against her, rubbing my clitoris hard against the base of my strapon
dildo. That was all it took and I collapsed as my climax surged through
me. I pressed my body to her back, my hard pointed nipples rubbing
across the damp material of her sundress as my pussy convulsed with
orgasmic spasms that became the center of my universe. I kissed
Sandy's shoulders and stroked her skin with my hands, whispering how
good it felt, cumming with her like that. It was the ultimate form of
sharing and I couldn't imagine anything better.

"I still can't believe your only 14..." Sandy was saying.
"...you act like your 20 or something. Like a college guy should
act."

We were eating in the living room, me wearing fresh boxers with my
strapon tucked inside, and Sandy wearing a little Japanese housecoat
that barely covered her butt. I wasn't complaining though, I liked
the view. She liked looking at me too and when I'd tried to put on a
t-shirt Sandy had just taken it out of my hands. A man didn't need to
cover his chest all the time, she'd said, and I believed her. We'd
showered together and I finally felt clean again and Sandy's roast
chicken was pretty good.

"I don't know." I shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious when
Sandy had brought up my age again. "I'm just me, I guess. I grew up
with 6 older brothers though, so I've always been trying to keep up,
you know?"

Outside it had turned dark and so we'd eaten by candle light, but
we'd turned on the lights too, since one candle just wasn't enough.
I'd never been afraid of nudity and Sandy liked looking at me, or so
she'd said. In fact she'd echoed Steven's thoughts from a few
days before, suggesting lightly that I should work out more. I'd
smiled at that, promising her I would and knowing Coach would see to it
that I kept my word.

"Uh-huh." Sandy was a good listener and we'd mostly been talking
about me, but I really wanted to know about her too. "Your lucky."

"You don't have any brothers?" I asked her and she shook her
head.

"Nope. No sisters either, it was pretty quiet around my house." She
lifted her eyebrows, like what was she gonna do?

I put my plate on the coffee table. "But you always knew you were gay
though, huh?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Sandy agreed. "But I like being a girl a
lot." She laughed. "It sounds silly to say it, but you know what I
mean."

"Because I don't like being a girl." I understood what she was
saying. "But that's why you like me, right?"

"Well, at first maybe. That's why I was interested, but it wasn't
until we met that I started liking you." Sandy was grinning now. "I
started liking you a lot!"

"Thanks." I giggled a little, even though I hate it when I do that.
It makes me sound like a chipmunk, I think.

"I like girls who are guys, basically." Sandy rolled her eyes,
mocking herself. "I've had girlfriends, well one girlfriend, and
she was okay."

"But...?" I prompted her.

"But, well she wanted a typical lesbian relationship, whatever that
is. I mean she'd go down on me and expect me to go down on her
and..." I must have had a strange look on my face. "What?"

"Nothing." I shook my head slightly. "I just never...I don't
know, thinking about you with somebody else..."

"Yeah, weird huh?" Sandy slid over a little, taking my arm and
pulling it against her breasts, resting her chin on my shoulder.
"Anyway, I didn't mind going down on her, but I really wanted her
to just bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me, you know?"

"Uhhh..." I was giggling again. "Yeah, I do know!"

Sandy kissed me lightly. "I know you do. That's why you're so
perfect." She looked at me then, staring into my eyes. "Last night
was your first time right? Making love to someone?

I nodded. "Yeah." I guess technically being fucked in my ass by
Steve had been my first, but somehow I didn't think that counted in
quite the same way. Sandy really had been my first.

"Me too." Sandy kissed me again. "The one girl I was with before
she never did anything like that with me."

"Really?" I guess that surprised me a little, especially since that
big dildo hadn't seemed to bother her at all.

"Really." Sandy agreed, squeezing me as she talked. "I have some
toys, a couple vibrators, but I always just do it alone."

"So when...I mean, how did you..." I was trying to be polite, but
talking about sex like this was new to me.

"Lose my cherry?" Sandy giggled a little. "I was 14 and I used a
hairbrush. It was an accident."

"A hairbrush?" I laughed because it was so unexpected.

"It was a nice one." Sandy sighed as she remembered it. "Not too
big, a long soft handle though, firm too. I was just learning then,
figuring out what felt good and putting it inside, well, that felt
really good. I guess I just pushed a little too deep and a little too
hard."

"Didn't it hurt?" I asked her. I still had my hymen and I really
thought I'd never break it, why would I want to?

"Yeah, a little." Sandy admitted. "But mostly it just scared me a
little. I knew what had happened, but still, seeing a little blood was
scary."

"I don't think I'll ever break mine." I confessed.

"Why?" Sandy looked at me curiously.

"I don't know. I don't like my pussy that much." I looked down
out of reflex mostly, as if to confirm what I was saying. "I don't
like being touched there, even by me."

"I understand." Sandy was hugging me, one hand gently rubbing my
back and the other stroking my bare breasts. "But if you ever want
someone to do it..." she looked at me with a tender little smile,
"...I'll be gentle, I promise."

I laughed lightly, knowing Sandy was serious and I kissed her. "I
know."

"I am in love with you, Ann, you know that too, right?" Sandy's
voice was soft and serious.

"Sandy..." I started, but I had no idea what to say to that. As
much as I might have acted 20 or whatever, I was still just a 14 year
old kid trying to understand what love really was.

"Shhhh..." She kissed me again. "You don't have to say
anything. It's okay. Just...just stay with me, okay? Tonight? I have
to go back to school tomorrow and I don't know when I can come
back."

"I'll stay with you." I kissed her gently. "I love you too."
And I really did, I think.

It wasn't that I was a lesbian, I was pretty sure I wasn't, despite
what I'd been doing with Sandy. I think it was just her. As a person,
you know? It wouldn't have mattered if she was a boy or girl, or if I
had a dick or not, I just really enjoyed being around her. Or maybe, it
was because I'd lost my virginity to her, sort of. That made her more
than just special. And I'd taken her virginity too, kind of, and that
probably went a long way towards explaining Sandy's feelings towards
me. A girl loves her first, in all others all she loves is love.

I lowered my head, as if to prove it once more, turning my body and
kissing her smooth warm tummy where her robe had fallen open. I could
see the top of her sex and Sandy sighed, her hands going to my hair and
neck and shoulders as I licked towards it.

She spread her legs for me, pushing the coffee table a little with her
toes to make more room. Sandy had asked me to kiss her pussy the night
before, but now she didn't have to say a word, I was eager to do it,
to demonstrate my feelings for her. I was soon down on the thin rough
carpet, my fingers spreading the dark engorged lips of Sandy's pussy
while I lapped her sex slowly, taking my time and making her feel good.

The little bud of Sandy's clitoris was barely visible beneath its
fleshy sheath and I covered it with my lips, pinching and sucking at
it. Sandy was rewarding me with soft little moans and her fingers dug
into my scalp as her clit swelled and grew like a tiny little penis. I
nibbled at it gently, using just my pursed lips, and bathed it with my
tongue. I pushed a finger into her slit as well, then another, finding
the mouth of her sex warm and wet and inviting. Once more I felt the
soft contours inside her, the soft little ridges and yielding flesh,
and I pumped my fingers in and out of her slowly.

Sandy was growing wet quickly and her juices were leaking around my
fingers. My nose filled with the musky odor of her excitement and it
matched my own. My bare breasts felt swollen and ached as if trying to
grow, and I humped myself against the floor, pressing my cock against
my own sex so that I could once again enjoy the way it stimulated my
clit to burning life.

Within a few minutes I'd worked Sandy's clit to trembling life. She
was jerking her hips off the floor, pressing her thighs to the side of
my head, and filling the room with soft cries and moans of pleasure. I
took her legs in my hands, gripping her under the knees and pushing
them up so I could move my mouth lower. I stiffened my tongue and
worked it into her pussy, tasting her tangy juices and swallowing as
much as I could. I'd grown used to the unique flavor of her, so
different than anything else in the world, and I savored it, sealing my
mouth to Sandy's sex even as my tongue wriggled inside her. It was
like French kissing her pussy and Sandy was shaking from the effects,
her body contorted and awkward as she sprawled on the carpet, leaning
against the sofa, with her legs now over my shoulders.

When Sandy's orgasm came it was fast and furious and flooded my mouth
with her salty sweet flavor. She was practically crying, I think,
begging me loudly not to stop. I worked her pussy even harder then,
sucking so that her swollen labia were drawn between my lips and I
chewed them gently, flicking my tongue quickly across any part of
Sandy's quivering sex it could reach. I found her anus with my right
hand, exposed and wet with juice and saliva that had spilled down
between her cheeks. I worked a finger inside Sandy's ass slowly,
twisting and turning it, fucking her tight hot hole gently and adding
to her excitement. She was cumming over and over, having reached a
glorious plateau and I wanted to keep her there forever.

It was a good long while by my reckoning before Sandy's orgasms
finally began to slowly subside. She was burning and breathless and her
voice little more than a hoarse whisper as she thanked me over and over
again. But I wasn't done, I simply moved my mouth even lower,
replacing the finger I'd worked completely inside her anus with my
tongue. If Sandy was put off at all by me wanting to eat her ass, she
didn't show it. If anything, the girl urged me on, her hands once
again pulling at my head and neck.

I tasted her pussy and more, something else, musky and rich and not in
the least distasteful to me. I wormed my tongue inside her ass, just
the tip really and a little more, working it around as if seeking some
hidden path into the darkest recesses of her body. I held Sandy's ass
in my hands, sucking at her asshole as best I could, pushing my tongue
against her tight flesh. It was frantic and wonderful and Sandy's
high pitched moans were music to my ears. I'd never dreamt of licking
someone's asshole before and yet here I was, doing my level best to
get as deep into Sandy's as I could.

"Turn over..." I was breathing hard and my face was soaked as I
moved, pushing Sandy gently so that she would kneel for me, leaning her
elbows on the sofa. She knew what I wanted and was smiling, agreeing
with my desires, and soon her beautiful round ass was in the air, her
long legs spread nicely, and her tight sphincter presented to my hungry
mouth.

I spread her ass cheeks with my fingers and began licking up and down
the crack of Sandy's ass, tickling her rosy anus and finally pushing
the tip of my tongue once more inside. She was relaxed and loose and
the position was better, I was able to get a fraction deeper and it was
good like that.

"I want to fuck you..." I was whispering to her.

"Oh yessss...." Sandy hissed back at me immediately, her ass
rocking invitingly in my hands.

"I mean here..." I pushed a finger into her slippery anus, sliding
it in and out slowly. "...do you want to try it, Sandy?"

"In my ass?" She breathed, looking over her shoulder at me. Her
face was red and her hair was damp and matted to her cheeks. "Will it
hurt?"

"I'll be careful." I promised and kissed the small of her back
tenderly.

"Okay." She agreed softly, licking her lips uncertainly, but she
wouldn't deny me.

I felt a new rush of excitement as I freed my cock, wishing I had some
of that lube stuff with me. But Sandy's ass was pretty wet already,
at least the outside. Still...I rubbed the head of my strapon across
Sandy's vagina, which was literally dripping with her own natural
lubrication. I figured I'd get my cock good and wet down there first,
and Sandy wouldn't mind at all, I was sure. I pushed into her pussy
easily, splitting her tender folds and going inside her to the hilt
with one smooth steady thrust. She made small guttural noises of
satisfaction at that and pushed her body back to meet me.

I held her by the hips and we fucked for a good five minutes like that,
bringing us both a little closer to the edge once again. But it was her
ass I wanted, although I wasn't sure why exactly. It just seemed
exciting to me, a chance to know what it was like to have someone that
way. While I stoked my dick in and out of Sandy's squishy cunt, I
spread her ass with my hands and dribbled spit out of my mouth, letting
it land in the crack of her ass. I massaged it around her anus, now a
tight little pucker as the thickness of my dildo filled her pussy. I
fingered Sandy's asshole slowly, working my saliva inside her and
hoping to get her as wet inside as I could. I had no desire to hurt her
at all; when I did fuck her ass I wanted it to feel good.

Finally I couldn't wait any longer, Sandy was rocking back against
me, obviously enjoying the way my cock was filling her over and over.
My clit too was aching, rubbing against the base of my strapon without
relief. If we kept going like that I knew we'd soon be unable to stop
for anything, Sandy would be cumming again soon and so would I, and I
wanted to cum while I was in her ass.

Sandy moaned in protest as I pulled my cock reluctantly free of her
sex. But I just shushed her and whispered little promises of being
gentle as I took my wet penis in my hand. It was soaked with Sandy's
juices but the head of it looked huge compared to her tiny pink anus.
It was long and thick and I had serious doubts about making it fit
without hurting the girl, but I was determined to try. I'd never felt
so turned on in my life, at least so far as I could remember and that
wasn't much right then. Sandy was the whole universe for me and I
pressed the head of my cock to her ass and held it in place with one
hand while I pulled at her ass with the other. I pushed with my hips,
feeling the base of my dildo pressing hard against my pelvis, mashing
my clit to burning jelly with the effort. Sandy was tight and she
braced herself against my intrusion. But all my earlier efforts and my
spit and Sandy's juices, and my urgent need to get my cock inside her
ass, all of it combined to spread her asshole slowly and with a sudden
little pop the swollen head of my dick disappeared.

"Ohhhh...God!" Sandy practically shrieked as a good two inches of
dildo stretched her ass.

I froze instantly, afraid I'd hurt her somehow. "What? Are you
okay?" I asked and she looked over her shoulder at me, smiling and I
let out the breath I was holding.

"Yeah...oh it feels big...god...you have no idea..." She was
gasping. It was a little uncomfortable, but she didn't look to be in
pain at least.

I grinned at her, thinking that I had a real good idea of how it felt.
"Ready for more?" I asked her, rubbing her back and ass tenderly
with my hands.

"Yeah..." Sandy sighed and lowered her head just a little. "Just
slow, okay? It feels huge!"

"It is huge!" I laughed and gave a little push, sort of
experimentally and Sandy gasped loudly again, but she didn't
complain.

I worked my cock inside Sandy's virgin ass as gently as I could, for
both of us. My clit was super sensitive by then and it actually hurt a
little if I pushed too hard. The base of that strapon was contoured to
find my most sensitive places and it usually felt pretty good, but too
much of a good thing was still too much. If that was the price I had to
pay for fucking Sandy's ass, then...

Ohhh...naaayessss..." Sandy was loud and seemingly torn between
asking me to stop and begging me to keep going. It was an intoxicating
mix of pleasure and pain that I knew well and I felt my tummy churning
with excitement.

I pushed harder, shoving a good two or three inches more deep inside
Sandy's ass all at once. The dildo was well over half buried and I
backed off slightly, rotating my hips and letting Sandy get used to it
before gripping her hips tightly and thrusting once again. Her voice
was low and she made soft grunting sounds with every new penetration. I
was splitting her ass wide open, stretching muscles she'd never known
existed before. It hurt her, I knew, and yet underneath the discomfort
she'd be feeling good too. A new sensation filling her body,
different and intense and rewarding in unfamiliar ways. I kept going,
working my cock in and out, and sawing it back and forth a little
deeper with each stroke.

Sandy was getting used to it, enjoying it more fully, and even pushing
her ass back to meet me as we found a short slow rhythm together. My
cock was nearly all the way inside her now and moving much more easily.
I was fucking Sandy's ass, my strokes becoming longer and faster. I
held her tightly, shifting my body a little, getting high and finding a
new angle for my cock to penetrate Sandy's ass. She was groaning now,
not in pain but with pleasure. I could tell that she'd moved a hand
to her pussy and was rubbing herself, masturbating while I fucked her,
getting finally as deep as I could. Sandy had taken all nine inches and
I held it there for a second, letting her enjoy the feeling of her
tender asshole being stuffed full of hard cock.

"Does it hurt?" I asked her gently.

"A...a little..." Sandy admitted, her words coming slowly in a
breathless whisper. "...but it feels good too...fuck me...mmmm..."
I was working my cock out slowly and pushing it back in slightly
harder. "...yesssss...fuck me like that...cum in my ass....make me
cum...ohhh...."

I was growing to love the way Sandy could talk so dirty during sex and
it spurred me on. She'd lost all sense that my cock wasn't real,
asking me to cum inside her ass like I was a real man. It made my heart
leap because it fed my own thoughts exactly, mirroring my fantasy. I
wanted to cum inside her, spilling my seed deep in her tight asshole. I
fucked Sandy harder, working my cock back and forth easily now. She was
used to it, she wanted it, and I was giving it to her. Sandy was going
to cum any moment, her fingers working across her clit and into her
pussy. I was close too, my body seemed on fire, little explosions were
rocking my guts and deeper, in my unfulfilled cunt. The center of my
being was joined to Sandy through that fake cock we shared and it was
as much a part of me as anything ever could be.

"Ohhh god...I'm cumming...cumming....gahhhh..." Sandy was
practically screaming and I might have worried about the neighbors if
it weren't for the fact that I was cumming too, adding my voice to
hers.

My clit was exploding and it seemed a million flashbulbs were going off
behind my eyes. It felt so good I had tears streaming down my face,
although I was barely aware of them. A fire was consuming me from the
inside out and I could hardly keep my balance, perched there above
Sandy's writhing form. I lay on her back, hugging the girl blindly as
my clit throbbed painfully. Cream was spilling out of my sex, running
down my thighs, and my nipples must have been burning into Sandy's
skin. I kissed her blindly, my eyes tightly shut, moving my open mouth
across her shoulders and neck and sensing her face turning to find
mine. Our mouths joined frantically, tongues moving quickly against
each other. It was an intense, frighteningly beautiful moment that
caught us both completely trapped.

"Hey what's going on in there?" There was a banging on the front
door, and the doorbell rang three or four times.

"Open up, police!" Another voice said, and it was Mark's, I dimly
realized, followed by muffled laughter.

"Oh God." I groaned weakly. I was still just coming down from my
orgasm and I think Sandy was still in the throes of her second or third
one. She barely noticed the interruption I think, her body shaking and
her mouth open, gasping for air.

My cock was still buried to the hilt in Sandy's ass and I didn't
want to move at all. I was half-standing on shaky legs and half-laying
on Sandy's back while she knelt with her upper body on the sofa. It
wasn't extremely comfortable, but it was pretty good, especially as
drained as we were just then. But my brothers wouldn't leave us alone
and I wondered what they thought they were doing there.

"Come on, let us in!" David's voice came through the door. "The
pizza is getting cold."

"And the beer's getting warm!" Mark added with more laughs, this
time I could hear girl voices too.

"Great." I whispered. They'd brought the Hudson sisters too. I
lifted myself from Sandy slowly, pulling my strapon free of her ass,
and she was stirring as well, turning to look at me.

"What? Who's that?" Sandy asked weakly and then reached back to
feel her ass. "I'm not going to sit down for a week!" But she was
smiling. "And I have a three hour bus trip tomorrow...Ohhhh..." She
shook her head.

"My brothers are here." I told her, frowning at the door and
pushing my strapon back into my boxers.

"Your brothers? Why..." Sandy started, but she was interrupted by
the doorbell and more knocking.

"Just a minute!" I finally yelled, convinced they weren't going
to do the polite thing and disappear. They must have heard us,
especially Sandy who had been pretty loud at the end there.

Sandy was standing and picking up her little Japanese robe, tying it
closed around her waist. "Why would your brothers come here?" She
was asking me and I didn't really have a good answer.

"I guess they thought this would be more fun than going to a
movie." I answered sharply, feeling instantly bad because it sounded
like I was pissed at Sandy. I kissed her then, giving her a hug and
hoping she'd understand it was David and Mark I was really angry
with. "I'll get rid of them." I promised and Sandy just looked at
me.

I didn't bother getting dressed. I just wore my boxers with my
strapon bulging like a huge erection trapped inside. If my brothers
wanted to play stupid games then I didn't care. This was so totally
wrong. Worse than anything anyone had ever done to me, even Henry who
could do really stupid things. I was totally embarrassed and I felt bad
for Sandy especially. She didn't deserve this. Why couldn't people
just leave me alone?

I opened the door just wide enough so everyone would get a good look at
my body. I was flushed and wet with perspiration and probably stank of
girl sex, as I should considering just 5 minutes before I'd been
cumming lights out with Sandy. My thighs were soaked with the remains
of my orgasms and I imagined the scent of Sandy's sweet ass was
coming off my cock in waves. I hoped so. I wanted to embarrass Mark and
David as much as they were embarrassing me.

"What do you want?" I asked, staring from one startled face to the
next.

They were all there, Mark and David in the front, one holding a couple
pizzas and the other a brown paper bag of what I supposed was beer.
Sherry and Jane were slightly behind and between them, all cute and
dressed like country Barbie dolls, with smiles frozen in place. The
four of them looked me up and down for a few seconds before finding
something else to stare at. Well, Mark and David looked away; Sherry
did for a second, and then went back to my tits, licking her lips
slowly. Jane never took her eyes off the bulge in my boxers.

"Well?" I demanded, looking at my brothers impatiently.

"We, uh, brought some pizza." David held a couple boxes up, smiling
weakly, but I was gratified to see his face was burning red under the
porch lights.

Mark's face was pretty red too. "And some beer."

"We already ate." I stared at them.

"I bet." Sherry said in a low voice, presumably for her sister's
benefit, but we all heard it. She was looking my shoulder and I glanced
to see Sandy a few feet behind, hugging her robe to her body.

"Excuse me?" I almost took a step forward, thinking how nice it
would be to slap her pretty face right then.

"Uh, we better get going." David was saying. "I guess you're
kinda..."

"Busy." Mark offered.

"...Busy, yeah. So, um..." David pushed at Sherry and Jane, herding
them towards the sidewalk.

"Sorry, Ann." Mark was trying to apologize. "We didn't mean
to..."

"Shut up." I snapped. "I don't like you," which hurt him a
lot more than anything else I might have said.

He just lowered his eyes and turned away.

"Wait." I said a second later, suddenly thinking of something.

"What?" Mark looked at me sullenly, probably figuring I wanted to
say something else about how stupid he and David were acting.

"I'm gonna stay here tonight. You gotta cover for me with Daddy."
I told him, knowing he couldn't say no to that. Not now.

"How am I gonna do that?" He asked.

"I don't care, just do it." I was ordering him and he had to
obey, we both knew it. He nodded and I softened a little. "Maybe
I'll like you again tomorrow."

Mark started smiling but plainly thought better of it when he saw I
wasn't giving him that much encouragement. He just nodded again, gave
Sandy a sad and apologetic look, and went down the steps to join David
and the girls who were getting back in the car.

I closed the door and locked it and turned off the porch light, turning
to face Sandy who had been standing there watching silently.

"I'm really sorry, Sandy..." I started, but she stopped me with a
smile and took me in a hug, kissing my ear.

"It's okay." She whispered. "At least you can spend the night,
right?"

I sighed into her hair. "Yeah." I had my arms around her and I
reached down, feeling her ass under the short robe. I gave her a
squeeze. "All night long, Sandy."

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The end of chapter six
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