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Indian Summer
And Other Poems
By T.S.Severe

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/severe/www/index.htm Copyright T.S. Severe Adults
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Girlyscout
 (M/tg, Romance, First)




    "Where's my bag, Mr. Cartwright?" I looked at our Scout Master and
he looked at me. The other eight boys all had their stuff, but I was
still waiting.

    "Isn't that it?" He pointed at a big blue suitcase, the only thing
left in the back of the van.

    "A suitcase?" I shook my head.

    "Who would bring a suitcase on a camping trip?" Hugo laughed and
he a was a big pudgy boy who gave everybody Charlie horses.

    "It says Thompson on it." Mr. Cartwright was hauling it out. "I'm
pretty sure this is the one your mom gave me, Timmy."

    "It says R. Thompson." I said kinda dumbly. "That's Rita's
suitcase!"

    "Your sister?" Goofy looking Todd grinned at the other guys and
they all grinned back. "She's hot!"

    "Shut-up." I frowned.

    "Settle down." Mr. Cartwright frowned at the bunch of us cause the
other guys were making a lot of noise. "Well, Timmy just grab it. You
guys gotta get your tents up before it gets dark. Let's go!"

    "I can't believe you brought a suitcase! What a dope!" Billy was
laughing at me and he was the oldest Boy Scout in our little troop,
almost eighteen and an Eagle Scout to boot.

    "I didn't bring it!" I protested, trying to help put up the tent,
but I wasn't ever much good with that kind of stuff anyway.

    "Then how did it get here?" Larry grinned at me. He was sixteen, a
year older than me, and one of the guys who loved my sister. They all
did really, because Rita was pretty hot. I loved her too, but we're
twins, so it's okay, sorta.

    "You think your sister got your stuff?" Billy wondered and I
hadn't thought of that.

    "I don't know." I swallowed hard, because mostly I figured my
stuff would be in the suitcase, but Rita was a Girl Scout and her
Jamboree was this week, and so she'd been leaving this morning in Mrs.
Evenston's van and it was a white one too, just like Mr. Cartwright's
and if...

    "Your sister would be so hot in a Boy Scout uniform!" Larry
giggled and Billy punched him in the arm.

    "Don't be a fag!" Billy said.

    "Ow!" Larry frowned. "What? She would be hot."

    I ignored them mostly, and they were doing a good job with our
tent anyway. I opened the suitcase after crossing my fingers four
times, you know, all of them. I said a prayer and made vague promises
to God about being good, the way people do. And I opened that
suitcase.

    "Oh." I stared at my sister's stuff. Like all her stuff, it looked
like.

    "Are those your sister's panties?" Larry asked, his eyes wide and
his mouth open.

    "Shut-up." I closed the suitcase quickly and then it started to
rain.

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=-=-=-=        =-=-=-=-=

    "Sorry, Timmy." Mr. Cartwright shrugged. "I tried, but we're two
hundred miles from anywhere. None of the other boys have clothes you
can wear, not for all week."

    "But there's eight of them!" I stared at the man, wrapped in my
sister's big pink towel cause my boy clothes were seriously soaked.

    I was pretty sure that he coulda got some clothes for me if Mr.
Cartwright had really tried. I mean a shirt here, some pants there...How
hard could it be? It was a conspiracy, I figured. All those other guys
picking on me again, just cause I wasn't good at football and I didn't
know how to put up a tent real good. Some of them thought I was a fag
anyway, I knew that, just cause I was smaller and thinner than most
boys my age. That and my hair was long, but lots of guys had long
hair. So what?

    Probably Mr. Cartwright hadn't tried at all, cause I knew he
didn't really want me in his Boy Scout troop anyway. Oh, he was nice
to my face and he treated me okay, but I knew he thought I was kinda
hopeless so far as being a Boy Scout went. Now he was telling me I had
to wear my sister's clothes cause...

    "Everybody has to be in uniform anyway, Timmy." He smiled. "You
know that. You're just lucky you and your sister are about the same
size."

    "I can't wear her uniform!" I blinked at him, but Mr. Cartwright
was serious.

    "You have to." He shrugged. "It's the rules! You can't go on an
Expedition without a uniform and...That's the only uniform you have."

    "But it's a girl's uniform!" I protested. "It's got a skirt and
blouse and one of those things that goes over the shoulders and a
funny hat! It's stupid!"

    "Now, now." He gave me a stern look. "Don't be talking bad about
the Girl Scouts! They work just as hard as we do and they look pretty
darn good doing it!"

    "What?" I shook my head cause he wasn't making any sense.

    "So when you wear that uniform I expect you to look good too! I'm
sure your sister is very proud to wear your uniform, even though the
girls will be teasing her a little."

    "But..." Nobody ever teased my sister about anything.

    "So if she can do it, you can do it." Mr. Cartwright decided.
"This is your chance to show the troop what your made of, Timmy! So
here's what we're going to do..."

    That afternoon, while the rest of the boys finished setting up the
camp and prepared some dinner, and generally kept busy having fun in
the middle of the woods in the middle of nowhere, Mr. Cartwright was
teaching me the finer points of looking like a Girl Scout and I
wondered how he happened to know so much about it.

    I cried, a little. I complained and whined and pouted and got mad,
sad, and bad...But in the end, Mr. Cartwright won out, as he had to,
being the Scout Master and the only adult for a hundred miles in any
direction you'd care to look.

    "There we go, okay...Let me see..." Mr. Cartwright was smiling and
happy when we were finished.

    "Did you have to shave me all over?" I frowned, cause it was weird
having the man shave the little bit of peach fuzz I had growing around
my dick, you know?

    "Oh yes!" Mr. Cartwright nodded. "That's the most important part!"

    "I thought you said making my nipples puffy was the most important
part!" I blinked at him, thinking maybe Mr. Cartwright didn't know
what he was talking about afterall. He'd pinched my nipples hard too!

    "It is." He chuckled. "You have to realize, Timmy...Errr, you know,
we can't really call you Timmy anymore, can we?"

    "What?" I stared at him.

    I was standing there in my sister's pink panties, knee high white
socks, kind of an olive skirt with pleats that didn't even come
halfway down to my knees, and a blouse that was tucked into the skirt
and kind of loose, since my sister had breasts and I didn't. My blonde
hair was brushed and loose around my collar, my lips painted red,
thanks to all the make-up my sister had packed. I even had a little
eye shadow, cause Mr. Cartwright said it made the blue in my eyes
'pop' whatever that means.

    I was wearing black heels too! Why would my sister bring her high
heel shoes camping? I mean they weren't really high heels, just like
one inch or something, but still...She was so retarded sometimes! I
wanted to wear my old shoes, but they were soaked and full of mud and
Mr. Cartwright said no Girl Scout in her right mind would wear my ugly
shoes.

    "Well, you sure don't look like a Timmy anymore. Do you?" Mr.
Cartwright said gently.

    In fact his whole attitude had changed, kinda. Like the more of my
sister's clothes I put on, the more Mr. Cartwright was nice to me. I
kinda didn't mind that so much. I just wasn't sure why exactly, except
probably he was feeling sorry for me, now that he saw me looking like
a girl. And I did too, so far as I could tell in my sister's little
mirror. I looked like her, actually, a lot. Except her hair was a bit
longer and she had real tits, I mean.

    "I guess not." I frowned some more.

    "How about Tammy?" Mr. Cartwright smiled at me and he was standing
in front of me, kinda close and squeezing my shoulders.

    "Tammy?" I looked up at him.

    "Uh-Huh." He licked his lips. "That's a nice name, don't you
think? It sounds just like your old name."

    "Why can't I just be Timmy?" I asked and I was shaking, because I
was scared about doing this. Nervous too and those feelings kind of
came and went. Now they were back.

    "Well, I just think it would be easier, you know." Mr. Cartwright
stroked my hair, cause a little bit had got in my eyes. "So we'll call
you Tammy, alright?"

    "I guess." I made a face and looked down.

    "You're very pretty, Tammy." Mr. Cartwright said softly and I
looked up at him sharply because I'd been called pretty before and it
was always like an insult.

    "No I'm not." I told him.

    "Yes you are." He smiled at me, a real one, not a teasing one. "I
think you're the prettiest Girl Scout I ever saw, Tammy."

    "Really?" I blinked at that and wondered if that wasn't pretty
insulting too, even if he meant it like a compliment, which I think he
did.

    "A beautiful girl, yes you are." Mr. Cartwright swallowed hard and
cleared his throat. "Okay, um, well...Let's go meet the boys, huh?"

    "Heh!" I laughed. "I already know the boys, Mr. Cartwright."

    "Yeah, but they don't know you, Tammy." Mr. Cartwright's hand slid
off my shoulder and down my back, all the way down to my butt and he
gave me a little push, except it felt like a squeeze mostly and I
frowned over my shoulder at him.

    "They're gonna laugh." I decided. "I can't!"

    "Yes you can." Mr. Cartwright rubbed my butt like that would make
me feel better or something. "Just keep your voice like that too."

    "Like what?" I asked and I talked normal, but I had a high voice
anyway. I was in the choir at school, you know.

    "Like that." Mr. Cartwright sighed. "You're perfect."

    "Hmph." I swallowed hard as we stepped out of the tent and at
least it had stopped raining, like it had only rained long enough to
get me good and wet. Even God didn't like me, it seemed like.

    "Troop 69! Gather round boys!" Mr. Cartwright was clapping his
hands and I was already blushing hard.

    My tummy was doing cartwheels and my heart was going like a
racecar, I was so nervous. I figured they'd laugh and then beat me up.
They'd call me names, like 'sissy' and 'fag' and probably 'Rita' too,
since that was my sister's name and I did look like her now, as I
said. This was the most embarrassing thing ever in my whole life and I
was ready to run. I was running, practically, except Mr. Cartwright
put his hands on my shoulders again, standing behind me as the other
eight boys came close, staring at me with wide eyes and open mouths.

    They didn't say a word. They didn't even breathe hardly and I
could hear some birds singing, that's how quiet it was. I licked my
lips, tasting lipstick, which was weird. I'd never kissed a girl,
except my mom, and I don't recall tasting that stuff before, but maybe
I did. My knees were starting to shake too, just cause having eight
boys, all fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen years old staring at me
wasn't very much fun.

    They were all bigger than me too and dressed in their Boy Scout
uniforms, which looked kinda nice, actually. I always did like those
uniforms and I'd kinda look at some of the guys, like Billy who was
really big and strong and handsome too. I mean that don't make me a
fag saying that, cause he was. I just mean he looked good in a Boy
Scout uniform, you know and, uh...I frowned and I looked down at my
hands cause my fingernails were red now, like my toenails. Mr.
Cartwright said that was important too, but I didn't know what
difference nail polish made.

    I was kinda confused.

    "Boys, this is Tammy." Mr. Cartwright said. "She's going to be
taking Timmy's place for the week. So you guys be nice and mind your
manners, understand me?"

    Mr. Cartwright must have been giving them one of his hard looks
cause the boys all nodded slowly.

    Tammy isn't your mother or your maid either. She didn't come all
the way out here to babysit a bunch of little boys, she came so she
could be with real men." Mr. Cartwright said seriously and I blinked
hard, wondering what all that meant. "Any questions? Yes, Larry?"

    "Is, uh, she gonna be sleeping in the tent with me and Billy
still, or..." Larry smiled at me.

    "That's no fair!" Hugo said, even before Mr. Cartwright could
answer. "How come she can't sleep in our tent?"

    "Yeah!" Tony, a tall skinny kid nodded. "What about our tent too,
Mr. Cartwright?"

    "Hold on...Hold it down now!" Mr. Cartwright was holding up his
right hand and keeping his left on my shoulder, giving me a reassuring
squeeze.

    "She's supposed to sleep with us." Billy said, just to get the
last word in.

    "Enough!" Mr. Cartwright frowned. "Tammy will sleep with all of
you, I promise. I'll keep her things in my tent and she'll sleep in my
tent tonight..."

    Larry groaned at that news and Billy frowned, cause they figured I
was supposed to be staying in their tent anyway, except they hadn't
been nearly so happy about that before. In fact, those two boys had
complained long and loud about being stuck with Timmy, but now that I
was Tammy they were pretty eager to share the tent. I didn't know if I
was supposed to be happy or mad about that, so I just stood there,
kind of looking at them, but kind of not too, because those boys were
all staring at me. I felt kinda naked and it was weird.

    "...Tomorrow night she'll be in Billy's tent, yes, with you too,
Larry. The next night with me again, then with Hugo, Ray, and Sam..."

    "Then with you again?" Ray asked and he pushed his big black
glasses up his nose. Everybody called him four eyes.

    "Right, then with me and the next night with Todd, Mike, and
Steve." Mr. Cartwright agreed. "The last night she'll sleep with me
again. Okay? So everybody's gonna get a turn to sleep with Tammy."

    "But you get to sleep with her three times!" Steve pointed out and
everybody figured he was gonna be a lawyer when he grew up. "That's
not fair!"

    "It is fair because if I wanted, Tammy could sleep with me every
night." Mr. Cartwright told the boy ad that shut him up quick! "I want
you guys to become men though and this is maybe the only chance some
of you will ever get."

    "Become men!" Todd giggled and he was the one Mr. Cartwright was
looking at because Todd was sorta funny looking, pimply and buck
toothed and he had an awful haircut. I thought he cut his own hair,
probably.

    "Any other questions?" Mr. Cartwright looked around. "Just
remember, if there's any trouble, any nonsense whatsoever..."

    The boys all nodded seriously and our little meeting was done.

    If I thought it was strange looking like a girl, that wasn't
anything compared to be treated like a girl, let me tell you. None of
the boys gave me a hard time, not like they usually did. Most of them
were really nice to me, especially the older boys. Billy and Sam, who
were both seventeen, they started talking to me right away.

    "You look really nice, Tammy." Billy told me and we were sitting
on a log, sitting on a dry piece of canvas that Sam had found.

    "Thank you." I smiled at him and mostly I was just glad they
weren't beating me up or anything.

    "I had no idea you were so beautiful." Sam said and I was sitting
between them, so I turned my head and smiled at him too.

    "I'm not." I laughed and I didn't know why I was acting like that,
being beautiful should have been even worse than being pretty.

    "Yeah you are." Billy sighed and I felt his hand on my back, just
moving up and down slowly.

    He was smiling too and like the most handsome boy I ever saw. I
pretty much used to wish I looked like him, sort of rugged handsome
instead of being a pretty boy like I was. Nobody teased a handsome
boy. I'd kinda forgotten about the wishing to be him part though, just
cause looking at his soft brown eyes made me forget a lot of stuff all
of a sudden.

    "I'm sorry about all the mean stuff I said to you before." Sam
said softly and his hand was on my leg, like my bare leg because my
skirt went a little high when I sat down.

    I swallowed hard, looking at his fingers as they just stroked my
thigh, which was really soft now, like creamy and white because I'd
used some of my sister's lotion. Mr. Cartwright thought that might be
a good idea, like it would keep the mosquitoes from biting me or
something. I didn't know about that, but it sure made my skin soft,
that was for sure.

    "Hey Tammy!" Mike was there all of a sudden with a plate full of
food for me. "I brought you some dinner."

    "Oh." I blinked at him and he was smiling and a little pink in the
face, holding it out for me.

    "I brought her some dinner!" Hugo was there with another plate and
he frowned at Mike and Mike frowned at him and suddenly I had two
plates in front of me.

    "I brought you a soda, Tammy." Ray said. "Um, I didn't know what
kind you like so..."

    I giggled because the boy was holding like four different cans of
pop in his hands, offering me all of them and almost dropping a root
beer.

    "She probably wants a diet soda, stupid." Steve was there too,
holding a diet Pepsi in his hand, because that was the only kind Ray
hadn't brought.

    "Who you calling stupid, stupid?" Ray frowned and then all the
boys were arguing, even Billy and Sam because Billy was sorta holding
my shoulder now, with his arm around me and trying to pull me close to
him, but Sam kinda had a hold of me around the waist, and he wanted me
to sit closer to him and...

    "The hell's going on here?" Mr. Cartwright yelled and that shut
everybody up.

    "He started it." Ray looked at Steve.

    "Shut-up." Steve muttered and Mr. Cartwright was giving all of the
boys a dirty look and they were kinda in trouble, I thought.

    "Maybe I oughta put you boys to work moving holes." Mr. Cartwright
growled. "Work some of that steam out of your blood! You act like you
never saw a pretty girl before! Come on, let's get some shovels and..."

    The boys groaned collectively and started apologizing, but we all
knew that when Mr. Cartwright got in a mood for moving holes, there
was some digging to be done. He'd been in the Marine Corps and he
loved dirt, or so he said.

    "Mr. Cartwright..." I swallowed hard and stood up slowly. "...It was
um, my fault."

    "Your fault?" The man looked at me and then he grinned.

    "Yes sir." I looked down and I was turning pretty red about then.
"I was sitting with Billy and Sam and..."

    "And flirting, huh?" Mr. Cartwright suggested and I didn't think I
was, I mean, no, of course I wasn't, but I didn't want to see the boys
in trouble just for trying to be nice to me either so...

    "Uh, yeah...Yes sir." I nodded slowly. "I was, um...Flirting."

    "Heh." Mr. Cartwright chuckled and I guess that was what he wanted
to hear so I could take a little humiliation, I supposed.

    "I'm really sorry." I looked up at him, sort of blinking hard.

    "Well, I suppose a pretty girl like you just can't help it." Mr.
Cartwright nodded and he looked around at all the boys. "From now on,
Tammy will pick who she wants to bring her food, or drinks, or sit
with. No more of this running around like a bunch of chickens!"

    "Yes sir..." The boys all agreed slowly.

    "I can get my own..." I started protesting, but that fell on deaf
ears.

    "Can I get you some dinner, Tammy?" Mike asked and I nodded with a
giggle, since he already had a plate and he had been first anyway,
sorta.

    "Can I get you a soda, Tammy?" Ray asked and I nodded.

    "A coke is good." I smiled and he gave it to me.

    "Can I get you breakfast tomorrow, Tammy?" Ray asked.

    "Can I get your lunch tomorrow?" Larry wondered and this was even
worse than before!

    I couldn't keep track of who was bringing me what when and I'm
sure some of the boys got left out, some of the shy ones who were
mostly watching. It was kind of crazy and I wondered if all girls
everywhere had to put up with this stuff or it was just me cause I was
alone in the woods with eight Boy Scouts bent on spoiling me. Either
way, I was seriously liking the attention and I was even kind of
forgetting I wasn't supposed to like being a girl.

    It was a lot better being Tammy than it had been being Timmy!
Nobody said a single bad word to me all that afternoon or evening. Not
one! Nobody pushed me or called me names or told me how dumb I was
cause I didn't know how to pitch a tent or start a fire or open a can
of beans with a stick or something. They were all just really, really
nice!

    This was turning out to be the most fun I ever had, especially
when it was like every boy I talked to just wanted to know about me!
Like what music I listened to, what books I liked to read. They asked
me about my pet hamster, Kablooey, and if I had to go to the bathroom,
a couple boys always went with me into the bushes to watch for bears
they said, but not like looking at me, they always turned around and
whistled and hummed, and I wasn't ever alone or lonely at all.

    We roasted some marshmallows later, and made s'mores, and I ate a
bunch! Too much, cause every boy there had to make me one and they had
to make them perfect too, like I was supposed to pick who made the
best s'more of all. I was giggling and laughing and smiling and I said
Todd made the best one, even though he hadn't. I picked him just
because he was so shy and sweet, even if he was funny looking. He
looked at me like I was a goddess after I picked him and I felt really
hot all over.

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=-=-=-=        =-=-=-=-=

    "You're smiling." Mr. Cartwright grinned at me and we were in his
tent, which was kind of a big one just for him by himself, but I was
there too, so...

    "God! This is so much fun!" I laughed and I almost said that this
was how I always figured the Boy Scouts should be, but it hadn't been
until now. Maybe he wouldn't like hearing that though.

    "The boys are having fun too." He nodded and we could hear their
muffled voices and laughter, although I couldn't really tell what they
were talking about. Probably me, I figured, and that was okay.

    "Yeah." I agreed. "They were really nice tonight. Um...Where's my
sleeping bag?"

    "Oh, I have a big one." Mr. Cartwright smiled. "It's made for two
people, see? Why don't you change your clothes and get in."

    "We're gonna sleep...Together?" I blinked at him and he was sitting
on the floor of the tent, wearing some flannel pajama bottoms it
looked like, but that was all.

    "Well, sure." He nodded. "Share some body heat, it'll be nice."

    "Oh." I licked my lips and felt my tummy roll a little, you know,
get tight and turn over.

    Mr. Cartwright was older, well, obviously. Like thirty or
something and big and strong and kind of good looking too, except I
never thought about it cause he was so old. I'd slept with other boys
before though and it was true, the sleeping bags were pretty nice and
warm with two people in them. It just seemed weird that I'd share a
sleeping bag with him. It made me feel warm already, actually.

    "So, why don't you get ready for bed and I'll turn out the light
once you're in." Mr. Cartwright suggested. "I already found your
nightie."

    "My what?" I looked where he was looking and there was my sister's
little nightgown, which wasn't much of one at all. It was thin and
white, not like sexy the way you see in those catalogues my dad gets
sometimes, it was just plain cotton.

    "Your nightie." Mr. Cartwright repeated. "You can't sleep in your
clothes."

    "Oh, yeah." I shrugged and giggled nervously and I was suddenly
feeling very shy about changing clothes in front of the man.

    "Can you, um...Close your eyes?" I asked shyly and I had no idea why
I felt like that. I hadn't cared earlier when he'd seen me naked all
over and even shaved my pubic hair! I really hoped he'd never tell
anyone about that either! I would have seriously died from
humiliation!

    "Sure I can, Tammy." Mr. Cartwright smiled and he closed his eyes
and even turned his head, but I still watched to make sure he wasn't
peeking.

    "Okay...Uh, I'm in." I whispered from inside his big double sleeping
bag.

    "Good." He opened his eyes again and smiled at me just before
switching off the electric light.

    "Ummm..." I sensed him moving around for a minute in the dark and
then Mr. Cartwright was getting inside the sleeping bag with me, the
zipper sounding kind of loud as he closed it behind him.

    "What's wrong, Tammy?" He asked softly.

    "What happened to your pajamas?" I wondered with a little tremor
in my voice, because I could feel his soft hairy legs against my
smooth ones and I'd been expecting flannel, you know?

    "I always sleep like this." Mr. Cartwright chuckled and he was on
his side, facing me as I was on my back, and closer than he needed to
be, I thought.

    "Like...What?" I wondered. "Oh!" I gasped softly as I felt his hand
on my tummy, stroking me through the thin cotton of my nightie.

    "Naked." He said and his hand was scaring me to death!

    "Uh..." I shivered and he was moving his hand higher and then lower
while I lay there, stiff as a board and afraid to breathe. My heart
was going a million miles an hour.

    "Have you ever been kissed, Tammy?" Mr. Cartwright asked me and I
closed my eyes, wondering what was going on.

    I was hot all over, like burning from the inside out and my dick
was getting hard for no good reason at all! I knew he wanted to kiss
me, but I was a boy! Except I wasn't a boy, I hadn't been a boy all
afternoon, I was Tammy and everybody liked me. All the boys liked me
and Mr. Cartwright too, and I liked them and now that he was so close
to me and touching me and naked and going to kiss me and...

    He did kiss me! I don't know when I turned onto my left side to
face him, but I guess I did because we were kissing! A man was kissing
me and I'd never kissed anyone, except my mom and she didn't count. My
first kiss was with a man? I was so scared I thought I was going to
throw up, except I didn't. I wasn't sick. Kissing him didn't make me
feel bad, it was making me feel good. That's what was scaring me! I
should have hated it. I should have like...Slapped him or something,
right? But I didn't. I was so confused it hurt and only kissing him
back made it feel better.

    His tongue was moving across my lips and then inside my mouth. I
had no idea how that worked, or why, but it was nice. The man's long
wet tongue sliding over mine, tickling me, making me move my own
against him. It was a real kiss and he was pulling me closer, so my
head was on his right arm and his left was on my waist and hip, moving
around to my back. His hand was on my butt, under my nightie and
rubbing me through my panties. He was making me hot there, hot
everywhere, and I was trembling in his arms.

    Mr. Cartwright's cock was against me too, I realized. I mean, I
could feel it since he was naked. It was big and hard, a lot bigger
than mine! A lot bigger than anyone's, I thought, but everything seems
bigger in the dark maybe. It didn't matter though, cause I could feel
it against my body, hot and heavy and maybe a little wet too. He was
moving to lift his leg, putting his foot behind me, stroking my calves
with his heel sorta and even that felt really intense. Like everywhere
he touched me, I liked it!

    "Hold it for me...Touch it, Tammy!" Mr. Cartwright whispered into my
mouth and I reached slowly for his cock, sliding my hand between us
until I felt it.

    It burned my fingers and I jerked away, but he sighed happily at
that brief contact and I was curious and excited, and he was kissing
me deeply again. I felt for his cock blindly, finding it once more and
this time I wrapped my small hand around it, feeling that big fat
penis throb like it was alive. I squeezed it and Mr. Cartwright
moaned, holding me tighter and I chased his tongue into his mouth for
a change. I was kissing him now and he was pushing his hand inside the
back of my panties, working them down so he could feel the soft
roundness of my ass. He was rubbing me nice too, sliding a finger
between the globes of my butt and making me whimper when he found my
little butthole.

    Mr. Cartwright was playing with it, playing with me, and pushing a
finger against my tight hole. It kinda hurt, almost but not really.
After a few seconds I felt his fingertip going inside me and that felt
really good. It made me squirm and wriggle my butt and I squeezed his
cock even harder, pushing and pulling at it, since Mr. Cartwright
seemed to like that a lot. I didn't know what I was doing and it was
hard to concentrate on any one thing. I'd want to think about how we
were kissing, but then I'd think about how good his cock felt in my
hand, and then his finger pushing into my butt would make me gasp and
I'd forget everything else.

    "Come here...Like this...Turn around..." Mr. Cartwright was whispering
and I had no idea what he wanted, but somehow I awkwardly found myself
crawling headfirst into the sleeping bag, which almost made me laugh,
until I came face to face with Mr. Cartwright's huge cock!

    I guess he was face to face with my smaller, but equally hard dick
too, because I lost my panties and then I felt something really hot
and wet surrounding my cock. His mouth! Mr. Cartwright had my cock in
his mouth and he pulled me right over on top of him as he moved to lie
on his back. I was straddling him, laying along his bare chest and
stomach in my nightie, holding his big dick blindly with both hands
and feeling so good it almost hurt!

    "Suck it for me...Like I do it..." Mr. Cartwright breathed and I
wasn't gonna say no.

    He was making me feel too good and this was real sex. That I was
supposed to be a boy, but now I was a girl, that wasn't even in my
head. Just the wanting to feel good and make him feel good too. I
didn't think about how taking the man's penis in my mouth made me a
cocksucker, but even if it did, that was Tammy doing it, right? I was
a girl and so it was okay to be a cocksucker, that's what girls do.
Mr. Cartwright was licking my ass mostly now, which was really my
pussy. His fingers were pulling my cheeks apart and I was so much
shorter than him I had to scoot down anyway. It made it real easy for
the man to put his tongue against my little hole and lick me real
good. That was like going to heaven!

    I really stretched my mouth wide and I had the swollen head of Mr.
Cartwright's long thick cock between my lips. I washed it all over
with my tongue too. I didn't know what I expected, but I'd been a
little afraid it would taste really gross, since he peed out of it and
all, but it didn't taste like anything really. It was a little salty,
but that's all. It smelled sorta strong, but not in a bad way. It was
a nice smell, a man smell rising from his cock and big sperm filled
balls. I was breathing it in, all of it, trapped in that sleeping bag
like I was and helpless to do anything else.

    Not that I was really helpless, I mean. I don't think Mr.
Cartwright was making me do anything, he'd just sorta talked me into
it without really saying a whole lot. I was the one doing it, filling
my mouth with his cock, trying to get as much as I could before I'd
gag on it. I played with his balls and I thought those were super
sexy. Big heavy balls, covered with soft hair and even though I
couldn't see them, I could feel them just fine and I loved them a lot.
Enough so I took them in my mouth too, which really made Mr.
Cartwright happy. He was trying to get his tongue all the way inside
my butt by then, like making it stiff and stabbing it inside me. It
was working too, like I was opening for him and that was amazing!

    I bet I would have been happy doing just that stuff. Sucking Mr.
Cartwright's cock and licking his balls and even swallowing his stuff,
not pee or sperm, but the other stuff that was coming out. It didn't
taste like anything, but I could feel it kinda slippery and I wondered
what it was. I had it too, sometimes, like right then I know my own
stiff little dick was dripping that stuff. I'd cum before, but only
when I was sleeping and it always woke me up. I really wanted to do it
while I was awake and the way Mr. Cartwright was licking and then
fingering my really hot and wet butthole, I was gonna cum quickly if
he didn't slow down!

    Mr. Cartwright had another idea though.

    "I'm going to make love to you, baby." He whispered and he was
pulling me out, unzipping the sleeping bag and I was breathing hard,
drinking the cool fresh air, cause inside the sleeping bag it had been
seriously hot!

    "What?" I wondered, cause I hadn't heard him really good. "Make
love?"

    "Oh yeah." The man chuckled in the dark and he was hot and sweaty
too. He pulled off my nightie and I didn't mind, I helped him. "Lie
down here....I want to fuck the cherry out of you so bad, Tammy."

    "Okay." I swallowed hard and I was scared all over again.

    I knew what fucking was and I'd wanted to do that for a long time,
well, for a year maybe, although I didn't have a girlfriend or
anything. I did know what it was though and it took me a second to
realize that I was the girl. I was the one going to get fucked, but
even that didn't make me run screaming like it would most boys. I
wasn't a boy, I was Tammy and I was burning up with the need to fuck.
The need to cum especially! My cock hurt!

    "Spread your legs, baby." Mr. Cartwright breathed and he was
getting on top of me, lifting my legs over his shoulders and I
shivered with nervous anticipation.

    "Is it going to hurt?" I asked him in a small, little girl voice.

    "A little." He kissed me softly on the lips and my butt was rolled
right up off the ground. "I'll be really careful though, okay?"

    "Okay." I agreed and he kissed me again and this time I really
kissed him back hard.

    Mr. Cartwright's cockhead was wet and slippery and my butt was
already really relaxed and slick with the man's spit, but I knew his
thirty year old dick was way too big for my fifteen year old butt. I
guess he didn't think so though, because Mr. Cartwright was pushing it
into me slowly and it felt strange at first, not painful, just really...
Strange! And then, all of a sudden, *POP* the big smooth head of his
penis just seemed to get swallowed right up. Like my butthole was a
hungry little mouth and it just sucked him inside happily.

    "Oh!" I gasped and then giggled and Mr. Cartwright sighed.

    "Does it hurt?" He asked me and I shook my head.

    "Uh-uh. It feels funny." I said softly. "It feels good."

    "Good." He kissed my mouth. "I'm going to push now and make you a
real girl, okay? Do you want me to?"

    "Yeah." I said with a swallow and I wished I could see his eyes,
but it was really dark. "Make me a girl, okay?"

    "You're a beautiful girl, Tammy." Mr. Cartwright breathed and then
he pressed his lips to mine and I accepted his tongue eagerly as he
thrust his cock hard into my virgin butt.

    I yelped loudly, but the man swallowed it up and I clutched him
hard with my new red fingernails, digging at his hips and waist,
scratching him I think, but mostly all I could think about was the
flash of hot pain that filled me as his cock went in all the way. He
didn't stop pushing until I felt his big hairy balls right up against
the bottom of my butt and I knew I had every fat inch inside my little
boy pussy now.

    "It...Hurt..." I breathed and I had little tears in my eyes and Mr.
Cartwright was kissing my face.

    "I know." He whispered. "I'm sorry, Tammy...It'll feel better soon,
I promise."

    He was right about that. It did feel better once I was used to it
and Mr. Cartwright was fucking me slowly, just in and out, so nice and
slow it was like a dream. It ached a little and I felt sore and
everything, but it didn't hurt like the first time. It actually felt
good, being filled up with his big cock like that, being kissed while
a man made love to me. I felt like a total girl then. I wasn't ever
gonna be Timmy again, no way. I was Tammy now and probably I always
shoulda been cause I'd never been happy before in my life. I was now
though.

    "I'm gonna cum, baby." Mr. Cartwright whispered and he was panting
for air, breathing hard onto my face and I was the same way.

    He was fucking me faster and making me moan loudly as his cock
would almost come out and then go back in, pressing against the walls
of my boy pussy and then touching me way down deep, finding like a
secret button or something, and I'd gasp and shiver and beg him for
more kisses. My own girly cock was hard and just before Mr. Cartwright
started cumming, I was already there. I groaned and shut my eyes tight
against he pleasure as my penis jerked between our bodies. It was
trapped there, between us and my sperm was shooting out so we could
both feel it. My ass got really tight too, contracting around that big
cock that was fucking me and that must have been really good for Mr.
Cartwright!

    "Oh Fuck!" He gasped. "Tammy! I'm cumming you little...Bitch!"

    He jammed his cock as far inside my body as he could get it and
then I felt him. Mr. Cartwright's sperm shooting into my butt all hot
and greasy and spreading through me like a soothing balm. It felt
nothing but really good and he was working his tongue hard in my mouth
all the while. I was being filled with a man's sperm, my tight little
butt wasn't a virgin anymore and the man had definitely made me into a
girl! I was being filled with man cum and I thought that was almost as
good as the kissing, but not quite. Together though...Oh God! I wanted
to kiss and fuck for the rest of my life!

    "I love you, Mr. Cartwright." I said a few minutes later, after
he'd pulled out of me and we were just snuggling and kissing softly in
the dark.

    "I love you too, Tammy." He sighed. "And you know what?"

    "What?" I giggled, feeling like the most special girl in the world
right then.

    "All the other boys are gonna love you too." Mr. Cartwright
promised me. "You're gonna have eight boyfriends by the end of this
trip, think you can handle that?"

    "Yeah." I laughed lightly. "Except..."

    "Except what, Tammy?"

    "I want nine boyfriends!" I sighed, giving him another kiss and we
both giggled at that.




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