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http://www.incesttabooo.com/girlclub07.html
The Girls-Only Club
Chapter 7
Blake's outburst had taken Mr. Morris so by surprise that
he ended up just saying good bye and leaving Blake to find
the girls and Mrs. O'Connor on his own. This was not the
ending that Mr. Morris had wanted; in fact, he felt an
affection toward Blake which would nag at him in the weeks
to come. Blake stayed alone in the office a few minutes
recovering from his tears. He took out his compact and
straightened out his lipstick, makeup and hair. Luckily,
the dress was not hurt by the encounter and so he would
have no explaining to do. Anyway, he decided that he did
like the dress after all, and would want to buy it.
As he walked across the shop to the fitting room looking
for Mrs. O'Connor, he resolved that he would project a
brave front to everyone and not let them know what had
happened. He couldn't stand the thought of Mrs. O'Connor
feeling bad about her own predicament or have her feel bad
for the fact that he had given Mr. Morris what he wanted in
order to protect her. In his heart of hearts he felt
saddened that he was growing up too fast as a girl, much
faster than he wanted to. If only he could just put on his
pink ruffly dress and lie safely in his new bedroom in Mrs.
O'Connor's house playing with his barbies.
The girls had not yet returned from their errand when he
entered the fitting room so he decided to try on one of the
other dresses. He chose the pretty blue one, and was just
stepping out to take a look at it in the mirror when the
girls appeared with Mrs. O'Connor. They oohed and ahhed at
how pretty he looked and then asked him a few questions
about what Mr. Morris had wanted. He told them nothing too
specific - just that Mr. Morris thought he had a "fresh"
look that the public would like. He noticed that Mrs.
O'Connor was holding a package from a shop that they hadn't
been in, and changed the subject by asking, "What's in the
package, Mrs. O'Connor?"
"Oh, the girls decided to buy you a little present to show
you how much they appreciate all you are going through to
become one of the club members. They'll give it to you
when we get home."
Blake was very moved by the sentiment and had to fight back
tears. Then he got busy trying on the rest of the dresses.
They all looked stunning on his slim figure and he ended up
buying them all. Though he was exhausted, he didn't
protest when Mrs. O'Connor suggested they go to a shoe
store and buy him some heels as well as a few other more
casual pairs of shoes. He would have to get a pair of
black heels to go with the cocktail dress, and pink heels
to wear for the wedding.
The shoe shop was a few doors down from where they had
bought the dresses. There were many elegant heels
displayed in the window and on counters in the store. As
soon as they walked in, a short wiry salesman, about 30
years old, slightly balding and wearing a brown suit asked
them if they needed assistance. Mrs. O'Connor said that
she was interested in some black patent leather, 2 1/2 inch
heels for her daughter. The salesman showed them a
selection from which Mrs. O'Connor guided Blake to a
darling pair with a small black bow-tie on the toe. "These
will be perfect," she said.
"What size is she?" the salesman asked.
"You better measure her, she has grown a bit lately," Mrs.
O'Connor said, "Pamela, take a seat over there."
Blake walked over to a row of seats and sat down carefully
keeping his skirt tucked under him and just overhanging his
knees. The salesman sat on a stool in front of him and
took off each of Blake's shoes so he was in his stocking
feet. Blake kept his legs together as best he could so the
man couldn't see up his dress. The salesman had him stand
up on a measuring device from which he concluded that Blake
had size 8 1/2 feet.
"They're a tad large for a girl her height," he said to
Mrs. O'Connor, but I think I can find a pair in that size."
"The girls in my family tend to have larger feet," she said
smiling.
The salesman went to the back room to find the shoes, while
Blake waited nervously. After a few moments the salesman
returned carrying a shoe box. He set it down and took out
two very shiny black shoes. He leaned forward and took
Blake's stockinged right foot by the ankle and gently
guided it onto the shoe, and then repeated this with the
left foot. Blake felt his feet assume a strange posture as
he placed them on the ground in front of him.
"Now up with you miss and take a walk around," the salesman
said.
Blake was so scared that he would topple over, he wasn't
sure he could summon up the courage to stand. Sensing his
fear, Amy came over and offered her hand for Blake to hold.
"Pamela, these are the highest heels you've ever had,
aren't they?"
"Yes, Amy, by far!" he said.
"Don't be afraid, you'll get used to them quickly, just
like I did. I remember the first time I got high heels I
teetered all over the place!"
"My goodness, I didn't realize that these are your first
heels," the salesman said, becoming very supportive of
Blake's predicament. "First stand up, and your friend will
make sure you're OK."
Blake now stood, and instead of feeling unsteady, he felt
that he could stand comfortably. He said, "I think I can
walk in them. They feel very comfortable." He took a few
steps and realized that it felt like he had been walking in
heels his whole life. He was ecstatic. Here he was in his
first set of high heels, and he just knew instinctively how
to walk in them like a woman! He walked back and forth as
Mrs. O'Connor looked on with pride. He walked over to
Penny and they embraced each other in a hug as Blake
laughingly said, "my first heels! Aren't they great!"
The salesman looking on with amusement, said to Mrs.
O'Connor, "it never fails to amaze me how excited girls
gets when they buy their first high heels. I guess it
means they are finally becoming women."
"You're right. Pamela, has been growing up so fast lately,
she is no longer the little girl I knew. She has been
begging me for heels and a new fancy dress for so long, I
finally broke down. All her friends are wearing heels now,
and it wouldn't be fair to her not to get them."
"I take it then that she does want to buy that pair!"
Mrs. O'Connor laughed, "you can wrap them up. Next on the
list are some pink heels which Pamela can wear to my older
daughters wedding."
*******************************************
Walking through the parking lot to the car, the girls were
weighted down holding the multitude of packages containing
Blake's new wardrobe of dresses, lingerie and shoes.
"You really did get a lot of pretty things," Penny said.
"I think it turned out really well," Karen agreed.
"With all these new clothes, you'll now fit in great in the
Girls-Only Club meetings," Kathy added.
"I think from now on we are all really equals, as girls I
mean," Amy said.
"You've now got some different bras and panties you can
choose from each day. And you have some nice pantyhose and
slips. You'll have to start thinking about what you should
wear depending on your mood," Janet said. "Of course there
are many other things you'll have to eventually get to
become completely a girl. There are all kinds of hair
clips, and jewelry and sweaters, handkerchiefs. A
raincoat, a girl's umbrella. A jewelry box, some pretty
stationary, you know, lots of things."
"Enough!, enough!, Janet," Amy said, "your scaring Pamela!"
Blake laughed, "thanks, Amy."
They climbed back into the car after putting all the
packages in the trunk. Mrs. O'Connor said, "I know we are
all tired, and especially Pamela, but I do think it is
important to do one last errand! We'll finally get our
dear new girl friend a few of the pretty girdles that she
has so patiently been waiting for! Is that OK with
everyone?"
"Yes, yes!" Penny exclaimed. "We won't think of going
home without first getting Pam her girdles!"
"I second the motion," Janet said, and the girls all
laughed.
Blake said, "I guess I would like that very much. Thank
you."
Mrs. O'Connor started up the engine and proceeded to drive
to the lingerie shop Mrs. Taylor had mentioned. Before
they had even gotten out of the parking lot, Blake found
himself so sleepy that he leaned his head against Amy's
shoulder and closed his eyes. He put his arms across his
chest just under his breasts and felt their gentle weight
against his wrists and sighed. Amy whispered, "there,
there my sweet Pammy, you deserve a little rest. Go
nighty-night." She took her right arm and put it around
Blake's shoulders, and within a minute he was softly
sleeping as the car rocked him against her.
**************************************
Amy gently woke up Blake when they arrived at Diana's Bras
and Girdles. It was a small store, with a dizzying array
of shelves and racks containing bras, corsets, girdles,
slips and many other kinds of lingerie. The owner of the
shop, Diana, greeted the girls warmly, and didn't raise so
much as an eyebrow when Mrs. O'Connor told her that they
were there to buy her daughter Pamela some girdles and at
least one pink slip.
Diana led them to a corner of the store where there were
many shelves containing girdles and started pulling them
out to show them to Blake. "This is a smoothie controler
waistline girdle, with a side zipper. It comes in white
only." She held it up for Blake to see. "Now this one
over here, has a boned front and lightly boned back and
sides. It too is only in white. What do you think?"
Both of the girdles had no lace on them, and Blake was
disappointed. Mrs. O'Connor figured out the problem
quickly and said, "do you have any with lace?"
"Why of course, I should have known. Such an effeminate
girl like her!"
>From the next rack she took down some more girdles. "This
is also by smoothie. Its called a hi-rise panty girdle.
It has lace jacquard knit elastic, hose holding lace leg, a
high waist and a firm nylon lace front. It comes in white
or black." She held it in front of Blake's waist seeing if
it was the right size. "What do you think?" Before he
could answer she had pulled out a couple of black girdles
and said, "this lacy one is a brief panty style and this
one is the same thing but as a real girdle. These both
come in white also and we have some of these with side
zippers and long leg panties. So how are we doing?"
"I think these are very pretty," Amy said, and the other
girls nodded there agreement. "Try them on Pamela."
"I also have some more over here." She took some more
girdles down from a high shelf and said, "here I've got a
Vanity Fair Tulip control panty girdle. This is one of my
best sellers. Many women find it to be very comfortable.
See its got a nylon/spandex power net with tummy and hip
panels and comes in white or beige. And wait a minute,
here is Poirette's cotton next to me pullon girdle. It has
this little lace trim around the waist and a little ribbon
and four garters. The Poirette's use cotton/lycra
spandex/nylon for two way stretch. This also comes in a
panty girdle style."
"They are all just lovely," Janet said, "Pamela what do you
think?"
Before he could answer, Diana, said, "look at these honey.
This is Smoothie's diet skinny waist panty girdle. It has
a nip-in waistband and criss-cross tummy support and see
the very lacy long leg panty style. The garters are
protected underneath the lace legs. Oh, and this one is
one of my favorites, the Warner's full comfort long leg
panty girdle with detachable garters, in white, black or
beige."
Blake carefully studied each girdle that Diana held out to
him. He held them up by the waist band and place them
against his skirt. "How am I ever going to decide which
one to buy!" Blake said. "They are all so nice!"
"Honey, you can buy one of every kind as far as I am
concerned," Mrs. O'Connor said.
"Do you really mean that? Oh thank you so much mom. I
guess I'd like to try on all of these, I mean the ones with
lace," Blake said this a bit hesitantly.
Mrs. O'Connor goaded him, "is that all you want Pamela?"
Blake blushed and Mrs. O'Connor said, "come on tell the
lady."
"What is it young girl? Don't be afraid to speak up!"
"Well, my mom told me that I could get a lacy pink girdle,
and I am wondering if you might have one."
"Well let me see, a pink girdle. We really never have much
demand for that, but let me think a minute." The woman
stood there frowning in thought, and suddenly said, "wait a
minute. I might have just the thing you are looking for!"
She went to a cabinet on the other side of the room and
opened a large lower drawer that was filled with girdles
and corsets. At the very bottom she found what she was
looking for and pulled it out. It was an exquisitely
detailed lace pullon girdle in a soft pink color. "This is
a very special girdle, imported from France. See this lace
work, it is really unusual. This will make any girl feel
like a queen!"
Blake's heart had skipped a beat seeing the beautiful
girdle, which appeared to just perfectly match his fantasy
of what he was looking for. He took it from the woman and
put it against his waist and said, "Oh it is so pretty.
Can I try it on?"
"Of course, young girl. Just go behind that curtain over
there, put it on and then come out for all of us to look
at!"
Blake rushed to the back room taking the pile of girdles he
had selected: three in white, two in beige, one in black as
well as the pink one.
**************************
Behind the curtain, Blake was surprised to see that there
was another customer trying on lingerie. Helping her was a
teenage girl who worked part time in the shop. The
customer was a tall woman, about 50 years old and heavily
made up. She was dressed in black mesh stockings hooked to
a large black corset. Her figure was remarkably shapely
for a woman her age. She had a titanic chest whose large
breasts jutted out filling up the bra top of the corset.
Her hips swelled outward from her waist, perfectly
proportioned to the size of her body. Her arms were
attractive, as if she worked out aerobically. She had a
charisma and force of presence which reminded Blake of
famous opera singers he had read about.
The sales girl, in contrast was extremely pale and thin,
with long blonde hair. She was having a hard time keeping
up with the demands of the woman. "Now be a good girl
Brenda and go off and get me that Arabella corset. You
know the pointier one. Hurry, I don't have all day."
"Yes Ms. Charlotte, an Arabella in size 40." The girl ran
off leaving Blake alone with the woman.
Blake put his girdles down on a chair on the other side of
the small room from the woman. Turning his back to her, he
nervously undid his skirt, stepped out of it, then lowered
his slip to his ankles and stepped out of that. Finally he
pulled off his top so he was standing there now in his
pantyhose and bra under the intent gaze of the woman. As
he took the pink girdle to put on, he realized that he did
not know whether or not to take his pantyhose off. Not
wanting to make a mistake in front of the woman, he stuck
his head out of the curtain to attract the attention of one
of the girls. Amy noticed him and came over, "whats the
matter Pam?"
Blake whispered, "should I take my pantyhose off to try on
the girdle?"
"Yes, of course!" Amy whispered back smiling.
"OK."
As Blake went back to his seat, the woman said, "of course
you take off your pantyhose!"
Blake blushed, "this is my first time buying a girdle."
"I don't see why you need girdles, you are rather thin."
"Its just that I think that it would help my figure a
little."
"What you really need to get is a corset like one of
these." She indicated the one she was wearing. "It will
shrink your waist and give you a chest that'll get the boys
crawling at your feet."
Blake blushed even more.
"I own a dozen like this one. Whenever I want a good time,
I put it on under a tight black dress and go to one of the
bars at the Hyatt Regency. I never have to order even one
drink before some middle aged executive comes over. I make
sure he can see the top outline of the corset and from then
on he is dead meat. In his room, I take off the dress and
then lead him through whatever scene I want. They beg to
touch the hem of my corset. Men are just like little boys.
Appeal to their fantasies and they lose all control of
themselves."
"Yes maam, but I'm not yet dating boys. I just wanted to
get a girdle."
"You look like the kind of girl who is going to have a lot
of trouble with men. I bet when a guy looks at you, you
get speechless, and you find yourself doing whatever they
want you to do."
Blake nodded. "Boys scare me. I think they only want my
body."
"You're right about that."
"My mom is waiting for me, I better try on my first
girdle." Blake sat down and took off his pantyhose. He
had been so distracted by the conversation that he didn't
realize that the tight pantyhose had effectively hidden his
penis. As soon as he stood up facing the woman, wearing
only his panties and bra, he realized that his penis was
now clearly visible. He made a move to hide it but it was
too late as he saw the women's eyes widen in surprise. She
said, "What have we here! Come over here!"
"I can explain everything!" Blake said frightened. He
walked over hesitatingly to where she sat. She reached out
and pulled his panties down to his knees.
"My, my, look at that little thing." She grabbed it hard
in her hand examining it. "Here you are spying on women in
their lingerie. Maybe I should yank it off and you'll
really be a girl."
"I can explain everything!" Blake repeated.
"I'm sure you can. Imagine that. You're not even in high
school and you've got the balls to run around town like a
pretty little girl. Where is your mother? Is she behind
this, or are you here by yourself?"
" No, that's not it. Please let go, you're hurting me!"
"Oh, no, then what are you doing?" She let go of his
penis.
"Its just that I am a girl now. I mean I want to be a
girl. That's what I am. My friends are all girls and they
believe I was meant to be a girl. I belong with the girls
and I just wanted to get a few girdles because I like them.
My mother wears them and I want to wear them also."
"Do you find boys attractive?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't be dense. Girls are attracted to boys. I'm sure
your friends think about boys all the time. What about
you?"
"I don't know maam," Blake was upset at the women's
questions. "I guess I'm attracted to boys."
"What do you mean 'you guess'? Are you or aren't you?"
"Yes, I am." Blake said it to get the woman to stop. "I
even sucked on a man's penis." Blake didn't know why he
said this, but the woman made him so confused.
At this moment the salesgirl had come back carrying a black
corset. Ms. Charlotte said, "Brenda, see anything odd
about this little girl?"
Brenda noticed Blake's penis and gasped and then started to
laugh. "Oh my, what's going on here!"
"This young man believes he's really a girl."
The salesgirl still laughing said, "This must be a joke.
Does his mother make him dress like this?"
"Lord knows. What's your name?" the woman asked Blake.
"Pamela."
"I mean your real name."
"Blake, my boys name is Blake." Blake was on the verge of
tears now.
The woman said, "look, there is no need to cry Blake,
Pamela whoever you are."
"His mother and friends are waiting outside," Brenda said.
The woman got up and opened the curtain. She saw Mrs.
O'Connor and said, "I think you better come in here and
help your son."
Mrs. O'Connor, Diana and the girls came running over to the
fitting area. Blake still hadn't pulled up his panties and
his penis was in full view of everyone. Diana said, "oh my
lord, what is going on here? She's a little boy! Mrs.
O'Connor, is he your son?"
"Please, none of you be alarmed," Mrs. O'Connor said as she
went over and put her arm around Blake. "He is actually a
friend of my daughter, Karen, and all of her friends.
Blake here has joined their club and to do so he agreed to
become a girl. Trust me, if you really knew Blake you
would realize that he is as much a girl as any of us,
except for his penis obviously. We all feel that he ought
to have the opportunity to let out his female nature, so we
have been helping him. Please don't be critical, she has
had such a tough time today already!"
"Mrs. O'Connor," Diana said, "and Blake. You have nothing
to fear from Diana's Bras and Girdles! Every so often a
man comes in here to buy lingerie, and we treat him with
the utmost respect. From a women's perspective, wanting to
be a girl is the height of flattery. Remember that Brenda!
I realize that you have never experienced this before, but
I am sure you will again. It is rare that I can't spot a
boy pretending to be a girl, but I must say that Blake
truly had me fooled. That is a testimony to everything you
were saying Mrs. O'Connor. He is naturally very feminine."
Diana then picked up the pink girdle and walked over to
Blake. As she did so she said "come on lets fit you with
this girdle." She lifted up his panties so that they
covered his penis and held out the girdle for him to step a
leg into it. He did so and while leaning against her he
put his other leg in. Then Diana firmly grasped the girdle
and pulled it up Blake's legs and over his panties. "There
Pamela, how does that feel. You see Mrs. O'Connor, its the
right size since the top will not roll down. Here let me
get some stockings, so you can judge it better." Diana
retrieved some stockings from the other room and sat Blake
down while she slipped one on each leg and then fastened
them with the garters. He stood up and she said, "walk
around the room a bit." With everyone watching, Blake
walked around the fitting room in his bra, girdle and
stockings.
Ms. Charlotte said, "I must admit he looks like a little
doll. That sweet little ass would drive any man crazy."
"What about his parents?" Ms. Charlotte continued, "do
they know?"
"Oh, definitely not," Mrs. O'Connor said.
"Won't they find out?"
"I don't see how. Pamela doesn't dress up in front of
them."
"Well if he spends enough time prancing around like this,
he is bound to start walking and talking like a girl, and
sooner or later his mom and dad are going to figure out
that something strange is happening to their son."
"They'll probably think he's gay," Brenda said
"I wonder if you girls have thought it out very carefully
whats to become of Blake in the long term. OK right now he
gets to play with all you pretty girls, and gets to dress
up in all the pretty clothes. But eventually, he has to
choose to be one or the other, and the way things are going
here he won't even have a choice."
"Ms. Charlotte," Karen said, "I don't think you really
understand Pamela the way we do. You keep thinking of him
as a boy dressing as a girl, but we are sure that he is no
more a boy than any of us. When he is all dressed up he is
as pretty as any of us. He likes feminine clothes even
more than we do and he has the kind of physical weakness
that goes with girls."
"But you are all sexually attracted to boys, and I'll bet
that your Pamela here is sexually attracted to you - as
girls!"
The girls-only club members all looked at Blake with
wonder. "Pam, what do you think about that? Do you find
us sexually attractive?"
"I don't know what I feel. I mean I have never been so
happy in my life as I have been being a member of the
Girls-Only Club. In a way I feel a sort of love for you
all and Mrs. O'Connor as well. But I know I don't think
about having sex with you girls. During the first few days
with you, I was afraid that there was something wrong with
me as a boy and that none of you girls would ever love me
as a boy, or want to ever date me. Because I was dressing
up as a girl you wouldn't see me sexually. But later I
began to feel that we can be even closer to each other as
all girls; that I can become even more intimate and loving
with you than I ever could as boy and girl. And now I'm
just starting to think about boys, that they might supply
something to my life; perhaps make me feel totally like a
real girl."
"What do you mean you are just starting to think about
boys?" Ms. Charlotte interrupted. "It might be
embarrassing for me to say this, but you did tell me that
you have already given a man a blow job!"
Mrs. O'Connor and the girls were shocked to hear this.
"What! How could that be!" Penny exclaimed.
"Pamela has never done any such thing!" Karen said.
"Then why in the world would he lie about it to me?" Ms.
Charlotte said.
Mrs. O'Connor walked over to Blake and held his hand.
"Pamela honey I want you to tell me the truth now. When
did you ever give a man a blow job?"
Blake burst into tears and through them told his tale:
"When I had been sitting on Mr. Morris's lap, he had forced
my hand to hold his penis, and then his own hand had
grabbed at my crotch and had discovered my horrible penis."
Blake was crying hard, and the girls tried to comfort him.
"Go on, Pamela, don't be afraid," Kathy said.
"Mr. Morris then took me to the office of the dress shop.
He said that if I didn't suck on his penis until he came he
would tell everything and Mrs. O'Connor could go to jail
for allowing me to be dressed up and everything."
"That awful man!" Ms. Charlotte said. "I'd like to wring
his neck."
"The strange thing was that Mr. Morris was in some ways
very nice to me. I mean, I felt that he had actually sort
of fallen in love with me in a sense, and that he had no
choice but to want to have sex with me."
"He was just conning you!" Ms. Charlotte said.
"He said he wanted to help me really become a girl and that
by sucking on his penis, it would help me to do that. He
implied that if I were really serious about being a girl I
would do it. I don't know, I was so confused and scared it
seemed like the best thing was to go ahead and suck on it."
"You think just like a girl, Pamela," Brenda said. "I
mean, I could imagine myself feeling just as helpless if it
had happened to me. Men have a way of making girls do
things that they can't imagine why they had done them."
They continued to ask Blake questions about what had
happened. Finally, Diana, Ms. Charlotte, and Mrs. O'Connor
left the dressing area to discuss options for dealing with
Mr. Morris. All the women agreed that they needed to do
something to stop Mr. Morris from ever taking advantage of
young girls again. It would not be easy since there was
some truth to the idea that Mrs. O'Connor could be held
responsible for Blake dressing up in public.
The Girls-Only club members and Brenda stayed in the
dressing area chatting on about boys and sex. Blake sat in
the chair wearing the girdle, bra and stockings. After a
while, he took off the pink girdle and found one of the
others to put on. Amy, observing him, came over to help
him pull on the second girdle. After modeling it in front
of the girls he took it off and then both Amy, Kathy and
Brenda volunteered to help him put on another one. With so
many hands helping, it became comical and they all started
to laugh. It then turned into a game when Kathy suggested
that all the girls should help Blake put on the next
girdle. After displaying the one he had on for everyone to
see, Janet, Penny, and Karen joined Amy, Kathy and Brenda
in selecting the next girdle for Blake to wear; a white
one. They all helped him step into it, with such confusion
that everyone was laughing and giggling.
After he had it on, Penny whistled at Blake, pretending
that she was a construction worker and tried to pinch his
bottom as if they were in Rome. While Blake minced around
the room, the girls feigned cat calls pretending that he
was very sexy. While they were laughing and being silly
Amy said, "I have an idea, lets everyone put on one of
Pam's girdles."
"Great!" said Janet. Then all the girls raced to take off
their jeans and put on one of the girdles over their
panties. When they were all dressed, the five of them
stood with Blake admiring each others forms. Since they
were all about the same size, the girdles fit pretty well.
Their beautiful rounded figures were enhanced by the
graceful lines of the girdles. Amy and Penny had on white
girdles, Janet had on the black girdle and Kathy and Karen
each had on beige girdles.
Brenda said, "you are all so kooky!"
Janet said, "Why didn't you know? We're all known as the
Girdles-Only Club!"
Everyone screamed with laughter at this one. Then Amy
said, "lets all get like Pamela. Take off your tops!"
They also thought this was hysterically funny, and they now
raced to take off their blouses until they stood with Blake
wearing just bras and girdles.
"Lets form a chorus line!" Penny said, and the five girls
and Blake lined up holding each others backs like they were
the Rockettes. They pretended to do a dance step or two
and kicked their legs out in unison. The sight was so
comical, that Brenda fell to the ground convulsing with
laughter. Finally, they all fell down on top of each other
on the carpet, laughing uproariously. Blake lay there
buried in the five club members, with their bras and
girdles touching him at all points.
While laying there catching their breathes, Kathy, whose
face was just inches away from Blakes' said, "Tell us Pam,
what is it like sucking on a penis?"
"You mean you have never done that?"
"Why of course not! None of us girls have had that much
experience with boys, but we are certainly curious!"
The girls sat up surrounding Blake. "Yes, Pam, go ahead
and tell us what it was like. Even though we think Mr.
Morris was awful, you now know even more than us about
men!" Janet said.
"Well, first of all he made me take it out of his pants and
even his balls. He made me reach in and take them out."
"What was that like?"
"Well his penis got really large the moment I touched it,
and his balls were like real soft and squishy like with
some brownish hair on them. You're embarrassing me!"
Blake said, blushing profusely.
"Go ahead Pamela, this is real important for us to know."
"It sort of stood out from his body staring at me. I
thought it was very large, I mean it was kind of long I
guess and it was really wide around it; much more than I
guess I expected. I looked at it for a minute or so while
he was telling me to go ahead and start sucking on it, and
then I licked it a little."
"What did it taste like?"
"I don't know exactly, it had sort of a real male kind of
athletic smell, maybe sweat. I guess it was a tiny bit
salty and there was a drop of some sweet stuff at the very
end of his penis."
"Was his penis really hard?" asked Penny.
"Well it did get really harder and harder the more I sucked
on it. I had some trouble fitting it into the my mouth. I
mean I think I hurt him with my teeth cause he told me to
be more careful."
"How much of your mouth did it take up?"
"Well it was pretty wide, thats why it hit my teeth
initially. Then I had to force my teeth to stay away which
took some getting used to. His penis is very long I guess,
since I don't think I ever quite got all of it into my
mouth. Near the end he held my head very tightly and sort
of forced it down my throat. I was very helpless at that
point; I mean there was just this big penis being pushed up
inside my mouth and I couldn't breathe. He just held me
there. I did get kind of scared like I would suffocate to
death. He was way too strong for me to move my head out of
his grip. Then he was cuming and cuming in my mouth. I
thought it would never end. Each pulse just put more and
more of his hot semen in my throat." Blake shuddered
slightly at the memory, thinking how much he had wanted
some air.
"So you just let him move it in and out of your mouth, or
did you go after it?"
"Well I guess at first he just stood there and I moved in
and out to get it into my mouth. But then after he got
really hot, I think he was doing all the moving, and at the
end I couldn't move at all."
"What did his cum taste like? Was it real hot?"
"Yes, I guess it was really hot when it came out. At the
time I was thinking more about just how much liquid there
was in my mouth, like I was going to drown in it or
something. It tasted like a swimming pool, I mean very
chlorinated. Not really a bad taste. Just kind of
unusual."
"Did you swallow his cum?"
"Actually at the end I had a whole mouth full of it and I
didn't know what to do. I mean after he finally let me
breathe. Then he told me to go ahead and swallow it. I
did then. It took a few gulps till I got it all down."
"That's really interesting Pam, none of us really knew
anything much about how to do it. Now I think we have a
lot better idea what to expect when we get to that stage
with a boy," said Janet.
"I was on a date with an older guy who was a friend of my
brother in college," said Amy, "and in the car he tried to
convince me to put my head down in his lap while he was
driving and open up his zipper and suck on him. I guess I
was a little too hot because I sort of started to do it.
But when I saw his penis after unzipping his pants, it
scared me so much, that I just looked away and instead but
my hand their for a while."
"What happened?"
"Well I was too scared to even touch it really. Eventually
he took me home and said come back in a few years when I
knew what I was doing."
"I hope you girls don't think I'm a bad girl," Blake said.
"Why of course Pamela we understand. What happened was
like a rape. You had no choice. And it was very brave of
you to want to protect Mrs. O'Connor the way you did," said
Amy.
***********************************
When they got home to Kathy's house, they carried the
packages up to Mrs. O'Connors room. "What do you think you
should take home with you Pamela?" Mrs. O'Connor said
looking over the large assortment of clothes.
"I don't really know. What do you suggest?"
"Well, let's see. Beth will be moving out in a couple of
weeks and then you'll be able to put all your things in her
room which will become your room. For the moment you can
leave most of your things in my room. I have some extra
closet space where we can hang up your dresses, and I'll
make space in some of my drawers where we can put some of
your bras, panties, girdles, slips and stockings. They'll
be right next to my things!"
"I think Pamela should take home just a couple of bras and
panties for now, so she doesn't attract attention carrying
a large package," Kathy said. "During the week I could
bring her some more each day at school."
"That's a good idea," Blake said.
The girls helped him open up each of the packages, and
following Mrs. O'Connors directions they put the clothing
away in various drawers and the closet. A separate package
of two bras and panties was put aside for Blake to carry
home. When they were done, Karen announced that they
should move to Kathy's room to have a special meeting of
the Girls-Only Club. When they were all assembled and
sitting on the love seats and sofa, Karen stood up and
said, "Pamela, this has been a very big day in your life.
Now you have acquired the basic wardrobe you needed to be a
proper member of the Girls-Only Club."
The other girls gave a big cheer and Blake blushed at the
attention. She continued, "and we all have been amazed at
how fast you have learnt to become a girl. Your mannerisms
and the way you think seem to have become as feminine as
any of us. And just like we were hoping, the Girls-Only
Club has become a much much richer and stimulating club
with you participating in our activities. To sum up, we
want to give you a small present of appreciation and love;
something that we are sure you will appreciate." Karen
handed over the mystery package to Blake.
When he unwrapped it, Blake saw that it contained a most
extraordinarily pretty negligee of pink lace and satin. It
had delicate, thin pink ribbons for the straps and several
layers of light gauzy pink satin material bunched up around
the breasts and then spreading down and out to about his
knees. A fine pink lacework decorated it along many of the
seams and around the breasts and hem. Coming with it was a
matching light see-through pink jacket smartly decorated
with ribbons and lace. Together the ensemble was as purely
feminine as anything could possibly be. Of course Blake
was stunned into silence by the outfit. He held it up to
admire and against his chest and finally started to cry in
joy. "I can't thank you all enough. I can't believe that
I now own such a beautiful nightie of my very own. I love
you all so dearly. Oh, how I wish I could wear it to bed
every night!"
"Someday, you will. Someday, you will," Amy said softly to
him as she gave him a hug.
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