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Panty Sabbatical

by Gingerfred Man

 

Chapter One – Different

 

Unlike other teenagers, I always wanted to be different. 

Most teens join groups and try very hard to stay within the group
norms. One or two in each group see themselves as the leaders, then
try to set those norms. But even they stay within the group norms they
set. 

I was different. I didn’t care to follow the norms of any group. I
wasn’t a loner, but I didn’t feel I had to do what everyone else did.

That made for an interesting time in high school. I was known as
Charlie DuBois, Boy Oddball. Not in a mean way. Most people liked that
I was unpredictable. It was what they probably all wanted to do, but
thought the price was too high.

Being from a well-off family helped a lot too. I mean, it’s easier to
be odd when your Dad and Mom can cover for you. Not that I got into
trouble. I just wanted to always do things my way and didn’t care one
bit if others followed.

Six months before graduation, everyone was talking about what college
they were going to and what they would do when they got there. Though
my grades were good, I didn’t even apply to a college. After 15 years
of school, counting kindergarten and two years of preschool, I had no
desire to jump into four more years of homework bondage right away. 

A few of the seniors thought they were like me, but really weren’t.
They were going to backpack through Europe for a year. Trite! Or New
Zealand. Hackneyed! Or even Indonesia. Yawn!

I wanted something really different and I figured I had found a way to
go where very few had gone before. I was going to be a client of Acme
Sabbaticals. Actually, my Dad was to be the client, since he was
paying. But he knew my personality and supported my need to be
different, He even supported this little adventure I was proposing,
but he certainly had reservations.

Acme (same name as the maker of all the fine products the coyote used
to go after the roadrunner) offered a fantastic way for me to spend my
sandwich year between high school and college. I was going to spend it
as a girl.

 

Chapter Two -- Preparation

That’s right. I said I would spend the next year of my life as a girl.
Acme offered the only really different sabbatical and I just had to
have it. 

I didn’t even tell the mopes in my high school what I would be doing.
They would have just mocked me or called me a faggot or something.
They were so stupid. I wasn’t going to go out with guys or anything. I
knew that was gay. I was going to sort of masquerade as a girl, with a
girl’s wardrobe and a girl’s identity. I would even be living in
another city and working in a job Acme arranged for me. 

It would be so cool! And imagine the looks on the hometown crowd’s
faces when I came back in a year and told them about an adventure none
of them could ever top. They would never forget that!

It wasn’t easy, Acme told me so and spent hours explaining all the
pitfalls. Since I was 18, I could sign all the waivers and all that
legal stuff so Dad and I couldn’t sue Acme. Yadda, yadda, I said. Let
me sign it and let’s get on with it.

In January of my senior year, I began to spend four hours a week in
training. I learned about cosmetics and hair and clothes and feminine
mannerisms. I’ll admit that it shocked me when I began to wear
feminine clothes. They were so different. I creamed the first panties
I ever put on. And the second. And the third. And those stockings! And
garter belts! My cock was flaming whenever those things got next to my
skin.

I loved nighties too. As part of my training, I had to sleep in a
babydoll and matching panties every night for five months. I adored
the feel of those wispy little things against my most sensitive parts.
Girls are so lucky, I thought.

I got titties, too, you know. Small ones, but definitely titties. They
gave me pills and injections and I got the cutest little boobs.

Since we’re sharing here, I’ll tell you. I loved those little bubbles.
I would tickle them with my left hand and spank my spunker with my
right. In a very short time, hot cum would be leaping from my cock. I
had the best cums in my life to that point that way. 

I looked at my changing body a lot too. Acme told me that nothing was
permanent unless I wanted it to be. Why did they say that? My waist
had gotten smaller and it seemed my hips had widened. I hadn’t gotten
a haircut since September; my hair was shoulder-length when it wasn’t
in a boyish ponytail. I liked looking at my new body as I was standing
naked in front of a mirror. I would make girlish poses, just as Acme
had taught me. Just practicing, you know. I looked pretty good. But I
would giggle at how funny my cock looked with that girlish body.

Still, I knew I would be giving those titties up in a year. It was
only a sabbatical after all.

I had to hide them, of course, which wasn’t difficult. I wore loose
stuff. But the rubbing of even my tee shirt against my nipples would
get me so charged up, that I had to visit a lot of men’s rooms for
relief.

By the day after graduation, I was very psyched to begin my adventure.
I said goodbye to Mom and Dad and, carrying only a few personal items,
drove to the Acme office to begin a truly different year.

 

Chapter Three – So It Begins

The girl’s name I selected was Nicole. Sort of French. Do you like it?

The Acme people called me Nicole from the first minute I signed all
those papers. They really wanted me to do well in my new environment,
they told me, and I believed them.

Nicole was moving to a mid-sized town called Fromage in Wisconsin.
She, I mean, I had a job as a receptionist for a law firm. Those Acme
people have some clout. I mean, a receptionist is never hired sight
unseen, right? I mean, she’s gotta be a babe. And good at making
people feel welcome. And answering the phone. 

Acme gave me a lot of training in being a receptionist too, so I felt
confident about that. It was the being pretty part that worried me.

I knew I looked pretty good as a girl. And I had gotten pretty good at
make-up and walking and femmy-acting. But I was still nervous.

I drove to Fromage, arriving on the Friday before the Monday my job
would begin. Acme had arranged and even furnished a nice apartment for
me. It had little girlie touches that I had to admit I kind of liked.
It also had two big walk-in closets for my clothes. I liked that a
lot, because I had a huge wardrobe already. It seems I had a pretty
good fashion sense for girls’ clothes to go with my Dad’s credit card.

I checked out the neighborhood and discovered for the first time the
hot stares that men give a pretty girl walking in four-inch stilettos,
a tiny mini, and sheer, black stockings. It was very rude. And just a
tiny bit exciting. Not that I was gay. I just liked the evidence of
the fact that I was attractive. I was sure that was why my cock was
stiff when men drooled over me. Acme taught me about tucking, but when
Mr. Johnson makes up his mind to stand up, no one can stop him.

On Monday morning, I reported for work at eight, 30 minutes before
opening time. I had risen at five to be sure that I looked my best. In
my humble opinion, few girls on their first day for work ever looked
better. I wore a red dress with tiny white polka dots and
mid-calf-length skirts, white stockings and sexy white, four-inch
stiletto sandals. I had a sexy wiggle when I walked and my face and
hair were works of art.

I was told to report to one of the partners, Bill Packer. Mr. Packer
had obviously been at the office for quite some time already that
morning. Lawyers can be such workaholics, especially when there are
billable hours to be done.

Mr. Packer was nice enough, but I wasn’t sure I liked the way he was
looking at me. I knew Acme hadn’t told anyone that I was a guy, so I
guess he thought I was a pretty, 18-year-old girl. I saw the pictures
of a wife and family on his desk. Why was he giving me those looks?

I was to get plenty more of those looks that day and for several days
after. Already, I was learning things. Men’s brains are connected by a
very direct cord to their balls and cocks. I saw lots of evidence of
that at Howard, Fine & Howard.

There weren’t any other girls my age at HFH. Two of the lawyers were
women and all the twelve secretaries. But I was the youngest by a good
ten years. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that they all
figured I was some little bimbo prickteaser. Little did they know that
the only prick I was teasing was my own.

Still, I had plenty of company that first day. I think each of the 35
males who worked at HFH stopped by to wish me well. And check me out.
They were all very nice to me, but I certainly gave them no
encouragement of the kind they were looking for. Although some did
seem nicer than the others. Dare I say, cuter? In a charming way. And
I do recall spilling a little goo in a stall in the ladies room during
one of my breaks as I reviewed all the nice compliments I had
received.

Clients seemed to pay a lot of attention to me too. Especially the
men. Actually, only the men. The women sized me up as a lightweight,
not worthy of their time. The men all seemed to want to co-habitate my
panties. Despite the potential for gayness, it was all very exciting.

The day ended at five. Six different guys had told me during the day
about how several of the Howard, Fine & Howard bunch gathered at the
Three Blind Mice bar after work. But I was exhausted after the tension
of my first day and begged off.

I went home, washed off all my make-up, moisturized, repainted my
toenails, ate a Lean Cuisine and got into my frilly nightie and into
bed to watch Lifetime. I turned it off at nine and lay there thinking
about all those men fawning over me. They just wanted me for sex,
though. I was pretty sure they didn’t care about my mind. What would
they think when they discovered that I was packing pork in my pretty
panties? 

Still, I was getting some odd thoughts about accepting some of the
offers I was getting from men. Not seriously. But just dreaming of
David, that hunky 30-year-old single partner I had seen nine or ten
times that first day hanging around my desk. What if he trapped me
somewhere and pulled my panties down? He was so much bigger than I. I
would resist, but I would be helpless, wouldn’t I? So anything that
happened to me wouldn’t count, right? I mean, if he made me suck his
cock and swallow his cum. Oh. And if he licked my hole and got it all
soppy so he could put his big cock in it. My own cock was twitching
and throbbing at the thought that any man could be so beastly. I
patted it gently to calm it down. And then, what if David actually
forced his big (I assumed), hard throbber into my little pooper! That
was all the speculation my sore prickie could take. My stomach pulled
hard and my sticky, girlie goo blasted into the world. I whimpered
through an excellent, six-spurt orgasm, licked my hand clean and went
to sleep.

 

Chapter Four – A Fellow Traveler

That first week, I had offers, offers, offers. Come with me here. Let
me show you this. Have you ever been to such and such? I was very
polite, but turned them down for three big reasons. One, I wasn’t gay,
although I was feeling more like a real girl with every passing
minute. Second, I remember my Dad telling me that you don’t shit where
you eat, which I believe was his colorful way of saying, don’t date
co-workers. And probably most importantly, I had a cock and balls, not
a pussy. The reaction to that news in an intimate moment could get me
hurt, followed by fired, when the news got out.

So my fun was pretty much limited to self-exploration, augmented by
intricate fantasies of men forcing me to do things that I had come to
understand I maybe, possibly, could have wanted to really do.

What was a girl to do?

I called Acme for advice. Instead, they offered me a different source
of counsel. Quite a nice one, as it turned out. I discovered on my
first Saturday after working at HFH that I was not the only Acme
client in Fromage. A young man who was living as "Janie" had been in
the active phase of his/her sabbatical only one week longer than I.
Would I like to meet Janie? Very much.

Acme arranged for us to meet at brunch the next morning. I was
immediately jealous. Janie was a stunning beauty. Of course she said
the same about me. Which was only the truth, after all. We had both
dressed to thrill in our highest heels, tightest skirts and shortest
minis, and we were getting a LOT of lusty stares from a LOT of men.

I observed how Janie dealt with it. She was pretty much as flattered,
but confused as I was. Janie was in her sandwich year between high
school and college too. She was from the opposite coast from mine and
was working as a receptionist for a Fromage advertising firm called
Formaggio Partners. Her training program had been a copy of mine. We
laughed as we exchanged tales of our cummy explosions on wearing
panties and stockings for the first fifty or so times.

Janie was very cute and sweet and I found myself asking her back to my
apartment. Then I found myself removing her blouse and sucking on her
pretty little titty nipples. Two proper sissies we were in our
lingerie and five-inch heels, kissing deeply, licking each other’s
glossed lips. Janie smelled wonderful – Angel, I believe she said it
was – and she was powdered and made-up to a glowing, feminine
perfection. I was mildly surprised when I freed her pretty cock from
her pink thong bikinis. I almost expected a pussy. She was a girl to
me. And I to her. 

I took Janie’s cock deeply into my mouth, purring and whimpering with
pleasure as I gave her my lesbian love. Janie enjoyed the adoring
attentions of my hot tongue on her cockhead and moaned and squealed
with pleasure when I entered her pretty bottom-hole with my manicured
nail and middle finger. I took her cock all the way into my mouth,
burying my nose in her powdered pubic hairs. I breathed her musk as
she writhed beneath me, then shared her joy as she filled my mouth
with her rich, creamy, feminine juices. I kissed and licked her balls
for several minutes after. Then moved up to kiss her hungry lips.

Janie rubbed her soaked cock against mine, mingling our juices in a
love ritual as old as time. Then she kissed my nipples with great
skill and ardor. I had never had my nipples licked or sucked and it
drove me almost mad with pleasure. I came hard during the first five
minutes of the sweet torture, then again when she continued to show me
no mercy. Janie then moved to my private parts and licked me clean,
making me all stiff again in the process. We slipped into an exquisite
sixty-nine, licking each other’s balls, peeholes and pink mushrooms
until, screaming with animal pleasure, we destroyed each other’s
carefully applied make-up with hot, sticky cream.

Exhausted, we cuddled and made each other tons of promises, many of
which we actually kept. 

I learned a lot that day. And I began to understand who I really was.
At least for my year of exploration. So did Janie.

 

Chapter Five – Back to Work

I had a somewhat different attitude that second Monday. David, the
hunky partner who always had lots to do near my desk, was the first
beneficiary.

"So Nicole, how was your weekend?" my admirer asked.

"Quiet. What about yours, Mr. Wilkins?"

"Oh, please, Nicole. Call me David. My weekend was quiet too. I’m just
a lonely bachelor waiting for the right girl to come along."

"I know," I said and crossed my luscious legs. David gulped as he
ogled my silky tan stockings and four-inch stiletto mule sandals.
"There are so many phonies out there and so few real men." I followed
this statement with some shy, eyelid batting and David nearly
hyperventilated. I was amazed at the intensity of my power over men.

"Say, Nicole," he croaked, "Did anyone tell you about the bar, Three
Blind Mice? Some of us from work go there now and then. Would you like
to stop by after work?"

I gave my nuclear-explosion smile and his heart almost went into
meltdown. "That would be so nice. Will you be there, David? At say,
around six?"

Wild horses would not have restrained the lad that night.

All the other men flirted with me all day, as they always did, but
David just glowed at me.

I was finished work at 5:30, then spent a half hour in the ladies room
spritzing and fixing my hair and face. I had darkened my eye shadow
and looked ready for any and all bedrooms. Not that I was planning on
sharing a bed with anyone that night. I was just exploring.

I arrived at the bar at 6:10. David looked as if he had been there for
an hour waiting expectantly. His eyes sparkled when he saw me. I
smiled, touched him on the arm and kissed his cheek. I could feel him
tremble.

David bought me a club soda (a girl has to watch her figure – and her
behavior) and introduced me to everyone he remotely suspected I didn’t
know. I wasn’t fooled. He was showing off that he was "with" me.
Although it could hardly be called a date.

I enjoyed all the light banter and companionship and found David to be
very charming. At 9, I told David I had better be going home. He
offered me a ride and I could see him mumbling silent prayers that I
would accept. I answered his prayers.

David drove me home, then walked me to my apartment door. I wasn’t
trampy enough to invite him in. But I did give him a nice kiss, with
just a hint of tongue. The boy was walking on air when he left and I
could see that his jockey shorts were very full.

I closed the door behind me and reviewed my day. I was the wielder of
the greatest power the world had ever known. The Power of Pussy! Not
that I had one, but David thought I did. And males of almost any age
will succumb to its power. I resolved to use it only for good, like
Superman or Green Lantern, then worried a bit about how the men I
overpowered would react when they removed my panties and saw a hot,
throbbing, creaming cock.

That was a worry for another day. That night, I washed up, got into my
tiny, sweet, white nightie and lubed up a gel-like, realistic cock
that Acme had suggested would add to my experience. My pooper had not
been penetrated, except by wiggling fingers, so I was a little afraid.
But I gasped with delight at the ease with which the cockhead slipped
past my girlish defenses and into my inner chamber. I lost my erection
from the shock of the insertion, but it came back as I stroked it
lovingly and thought of David. What if I had invited him in and that
were his hot throbber in my little hole? What if he were kissing me
right now and telling me things I wanted to hear about my beauty and
charm? What if David’s chest hairs were rubbing against my sissy
nipples? Oh! I could feel my orgasm building as my balls went from
simmer to boil. What if David told me he loved me and he wanted to
make me pregnant and then he came buckets of goo into my little
pooper? Aaaaahhhh! My anus contracted on the David substitute and I
felt my orgasm begin. But no cream was jumping out! Then I realized
that my anus being full had changed the equation. I strained and
watched as my cum fought its way out of me, incapacitating me with its
assault of pure, orgasmic pleasure. Ohhhh. If anal sex were that good
with a toy, how great would the real thing be?

I called Janie to tell her about my date and rubbed my goo all over my
privates as she told me that she had had a similar experience that
night as well with Craig, a partner from her firm. Before we knew it,
Janie and I had each other in a high dither and with my prickish toy
still in my poopie pit, I came hard again. Janie joined me in bliss,
then asked if I would like to have dinner at her place the next
evening, followed by a sleepover. I giggled and eagerly agreed. No use
giving the boys everything they wanted right away, we said.

David was waiting for me the next day when I arrived. The eager beaver
asked if I would like to go to dinner that evening. I smiled sweetly,
but told David I was going out with a girlfriend that night. His heart
sank, but rose when I said I was free on Wednesday.

I had put an overnight bag in my car for my trip to Janie’s and
arrived at six. She was very excited to see me and we French kissed
well enough to be star performers on Jimmy Kimmel’s "The Man Show."
Janie was delicious. And the only one who really understood what I was
going through. Look at that. I already had the woman’s need for
empathy.

We stifled our passion long enough to eat a nice girlie salad that
Janie had prepared for us, with dressing on the side, of course.

I helped Janie clear the table and fill the dishwasher, then, although
it was only 8 p.m., she suggested we get ready for bed.

I knew what that little rascal wanted and I was eager to give it to
her. 

We washed up and got into our little babydolls, omitting the matching
panties. The wispy little negligees barely covered our stiffies and
pink bags, which was fine by us.

Janie hopped on the bed and patted the place next to her. I joined
her, kissed her sweetly, and told her how wonderful it was to have her
support and understanding. She was such a doll, I just had to give her
clitty a proper sucking.

I got on my knees and kissed her whole pubic area with my hot, red
lips. Janie wriggled and purred. I sucked her right testicle softly,
then her left. Oh, she liked that. I could tell. Her clittyhead was a
regular goo factory, drooling and dribbling her sticky stuff. I licked
the spunk as fast as she could leak it, then put my tongue right into
the source – her peehole. It was tangy and salty – delicious! Janie
told me I was the sweetest girl in the world, then came a bucket right
into my face. The poor girl needed it, so I didn’t mind. Especially
when she licked all her cum right off my face, just like a little
kittycat!

My little pole was all red and sore, so Janie came to the rescue. She
was a very talented cocksucker. Lots of love and affection went into
it. Not just mechanics. She started off by licking my butthole for a
good fifteen minutes. That was incredible! I never knew that such
pleasure existed. I made a big, creamy cum of course. Who wouldn’t?
Then I was almost ready for another when Janie began to suck my
cockhead and stroke three fingers in and out of my pooper. I felt as
if my insides had become my outsides as I blew a gallon of sperm into
her wet, willing mouth. She didn’t just learn that recently, I
surmised.

As we lay there in recovery, Janie admitted to me that she had dabbled
a bit when she was still in training for her sabbatical.

"Don’t tell Acme or my parents," she said, "but I was waiting for an
opportunity to be a girl all my life. I knew I wanted to wear frillies
and make love to other sissies. I know I want to make men happy too,
but I’ve only had that one experience so far."

Of course, I demanded that she tell me everything, with details,
immediately. I sucked her cock to keep her in my power as she was
telling me.

Janie began. "I kind of knew for some time that I wanted to explore
life as a girl. Actually for some time before I got my parents to
agree to a ‘sabbatical.’"

I would have said something, but with my mouth full of girlie meat,
"Mmmmph" was the limit of my articulation.

Janie knew that and wiggled a little as her prickie grew and tingled
nicely. "I kind of knew since I was maybe seven or so."

There was a revelation! I honestly went into the sabbatical with an
idea of an adventure, not fulfillment of some sissy dream. Still,
sissy dreams were looking pretty good to me at that moment. And
tasting good too. Janie’s goo was superb.

She said, "I used to sneak into Mommy’s stuff and pretend I was a
princess. Mom caught me several times, but it was always our little
secret from Dad. When I was about twelve and a half, I made my first
wet cum into a pair of Mom’s panties. Followed by about 3,556 over the
next five years. Into panties. Not Mom’s. Mom didn’t want her panties
ruined, so began to buy me my own, but it was still a secret from Dad,
and still is, as far as I know."

I stopped sucking for a moment, but continued stroking her pretty bag
of cummy goodies. "What did you think about when you masturbated?"

"Men," she answered. "Not girls or women. Not even boys. Men. Men with
their big cocks and huge ball sacks and muscles. Men dominating me.
Ravaging me. Driving their hot pricks into my ass and filling me with
their boiling seed!"

Yeowie. I wasn’t sure about that myself, and here Janie already knew
exactly what she wanted. Or did she?

I stopped my cock adoration yet again. "Sweetie," I asked, "You’ve
been on your own, looking as you do, with men everywhere itching to
fuck you and as far as I know, I’m the only one you’ve bedded."

Janie sighed. "I will. I want to very badly. But I’m scared that
they’ll hurt me when they see what you’re sucking so beautifully."

I could relate. Still. If you warned the men…..

Janie went on. "I did have one incredible experience. It was right
before graduation, only about a little over month ago. I had always
dreamed about one of my teachers, Mr. Winston, making love to me. Oh,
keep doing that you sweet little clittysucker. Mr. Winston was always
my favorite teacher. He challenged us. He taught us. He made us think.
Plus, he was a hunk! He’s only around 30 – old, but not ancient – and
he always took an interest in me from the time I was a freshman.

"I remember spending hours in my room, lying on the bed wearing one of
my 83 pairs of panties, thinking of Mr. Winston. I would put Vaseline
on the tip of my clitty and rub it with my thumb. Thinking of Mr.
Winston’s manly body on top of me. Fucking me. Rubbing against me. I
would imagine that I was his wife and that he would come home at night
and kiss me, then carry me to the bedroom – completely under his
power. Then kiss me all over. Licking my tiny hole <blush> until it
was sopping and ready for his huge tool. He would be naked and hairy
and dominant and I would be this helpless little girl begging for his
cock in my bottom. Then he would give it to me. I would use my lubed
fingers as a Mr. Winston substitute, and my wildly erotic thoughts
would always bring me to a hard, crushing cum, just like you’re doing
to me now. Oh, Nicole! I think I love you, Baby.
Squuuueeeeaaaallllllllll!"

Janie had a force ten cum into my licking sucking mouth and I was so
happy to make her happy. We kissed for a long time after that, but
then I wanted to hear what happened next.

Janie lubed up three fingers and eased them into my pretty pooper. She
began prostate massage/torture, then resumed her narrative.

"I was very passable and had nice titties by May, so I decided that it
was then or maybe never with Mr. Winston. I mean, he wasn’t getting
any younger. How does that feel, Nicole?"

<Gasp. Pant. Whimper>

"Good. One Saturday, I gathered all my courage and ventured out
dressed for the first time. The most difficult thing turned out to be
driving with four-inch stiletto pumps, you know?"

I knew. But I loved wearing them. And I loved the prostate massage.

"So I drove over, bold as you please to Mr. Winston’s bachelor pad. I
took a chance that he wasn’t entertaining some little tramp and took
several other chances that he wouldn’t puke or get violent when I came
on to him. The worst would have been if he laughed, you know?"

I knew. It’s what we girls fear the most.

"I knocked, bold and beautiful and he answered. He was wearing
Bermudas and a t-shirt and looked completely edible. It takes us hours
to primp and men look like fuck gods in ten minutes. Anyway, he
blinked and didn’t recognize me. I sucked in my breath and said, ‘Mr.
Winston, My name is Janie, but you know me as Norman Rausch.’"

Norman? No wonder she wanted to be Janie.

"Mr. Winston blinked. Then he recognized me and invited me in. I
asked, ‘Is this a bad time?’ It seemed that it was a very good time
for him and he surprised me by saying so.

"Then it all came out. ‘Mr. Winston, you were always my favorite
teacher and I’ve always had a huge crush on you. I’m not gay, Mr.
Winston. I’m really a girl in a boy’s body, but as you can see, I have
nice breasts now and I’m leaving to become a full-time girl in two
weeks and I’m 18 now and I’m not your student anymore and……’

"And then he kissed me."

Wow!

"He said, ‘I’ve always had a crush on you too, Janie, but feared I was
gay or a pedophile or something. But I guess I always saw and loved
the girl in you.’ 

"I began to weep. Then he did too! We stood there holding each other
for a while and then he kissed me again, this time with tongue and
deep feeling. Well, one thing led to another and before you knew it he
was naked and I was down to my stockings, garters and heels. I was so
happy, I began to weep again. Mr. Winston literally kissed each tear
away as it came out. My heart ached with love for him. And my clitty
throbbed for him. He was hairy and buff, just as I had always
imagined. And his cock was magnificent. I stroked it, oohing and
aahing at its beauty and size. His ball bag was dark and deep, with an
ocean of cum in reserve. I waited for my man to take charge of me and
dominate me. He did just that. Mr. Winston lay on his back and told me
to kneel, straddle his chest, face away and sit on his face. Oh my. He
was going to eat me out!!!!"

I imagined David tonguing my anus ring and that was the ballgame for
Nicole. I blew and spurted thick, sticky ropes of cum all along my
tummy and up to my pretty boobs. I think I fainted or something
because the next thing I knew, Janie was cuddling me and rubbing my
cum around my drooping clittyhead. In her story, Mr. Winston had
finished excavating her bottom and had put his big meat at the gate of
heaven.

"I had used some practice toys," Janie said, "but they didn’t really
prepare me for the feeling of being under a warm, huge man, with your
legs on his shoulders and your private parts totally exposed. I was
completely at his mercy and it made me mad with lust. 

"When he pushed past my puny defenses, I surrendered all to him. I was
his to fuck. And love. He pumped in and out and I whimpered with the
fulfillment of my deepest, most secret desire. He made me cum in two
minutes. All the crap of being a false boy left my body with that
stunning explosion. Five whimpering, panting, grunting minutes later,
I came again as he was kissing me and telling me how special and
beautiful I was. He was my master! Then his balls pulled up, his hairy
nipples erected and I felt the first cum enema of my life flood my
assaulted bowels. I was almost senseless with sexual fury. Nothing in
my dreams had prepared me for the intense reality I experienced that
day. We made love three more times that day. He worshiped my nipples
and made me cum twice. He sucked my clitty and I came twice more. One
time I think he smiled at me and I came!"

I asked, "Did you see him again?"

"Four more times. I was devastated that I had to leave him and he was
sobbing too. But, as you know, we can’t tell anyone except parents
where we are on sabbatical or Acme would cancel everything. And I need
this sabbatical to learn what I’ll need as a full-time woman."

I understood. "Will you see him again?"

"I’m staying with him during our two-week Christmas break. I told Mom
and she approves. She’ll make Daddy happy in bed and convince him.
It’ll be wonderful. But, I’m such a little tramp. I want Craig from my
office to fuck me too. And there are lots of other cute guys out
there. And I was wondering if maybe you could take care of a certain
stiff little problem I have right now."

Can do, my dear friend.

 

Chapter Six – David’s Luck Improves

The next evening, I permitted David to take me to dinner. Don’t you
love the sound of that? He’s buying, but I’m in charge. Girls have it
made. I’ll bet most of the men in the United States would have been
happy to get an equal rights amendment passed. Equal rights would be
something they’ve never had.

I took a tiny little black dress that weighed about 12 ounces to work
that day and changed in the ladies room before we left for dinner. My
make-up was nighttime, bedroom mode and my sheer black stockings and
five-inch sandals made me look like any guy’s fuck dream.

I certainly seemed to be David’s. His mouth hung open when he saw me
and I could see a very stiff protuberance in his drawers. I was
H-O-T-T! 

David fumbled a little, but got me into his BMW and took me to
Fromage’s finest French restaurant, L’Ile du Diable. Eventually, he
loosened up and we had a nice conversation. David was a preppie and an
Ivy Leaguer. He played lacrosse in college and likes jazz and
baseball. Men love to talk about themselves and love when we girls
listen. But I was only a girl for one year. Still, I listened.

At around nine, he took me home. Should I have invited him in?
Probably not, but I did anyway. He was such an eager little puppy. I
didn’t even put coffee on. I just told him my feet hurt from the heels
and asked him to rub them.

I sat on one end of the couch and David sat at the other, eagerly,
sensuously rubbing my sore feet and lacquered toes through my silky
stockings. I purred and told him how nice that was, then I said, "You
can kiss my toes if you want."

That was purely ad lib and I didn’t know what it would do to David. It
nearly knocked him off the sofa.

He actually began to sweat a bit and quivered as he brought my small,
black-stockinged right foot to his lips. He began to suck my big toe
through the filmy material and I arched my back in reaction to the
erotic torment. Acme had taught me how to tuck my weapon, but it was
yearning to breathe free. He sucked my second toe and I gave a little
squeal. He didn’t just take a brush at those tootsies. He gave them a
proper seeing-to. Each of them. My pricklet was tucked, but not dead.
I came hard between my thighs, grateful for the foresight that had me
insert pantyliners. I wasn’t sure if he knew I had gooied my panties,
but when he started on my second foot, I said, "You can take your
thing out if you want."

Leaving it up to him. You know. 

Unsurprisingly, he gave his excited friend the opportunity to breathe
free air. I sneaked a peek at it. Very nice! A good size and hard as a
fossil.

Ad libbing a bit more, I enjoyed his superb sucking of my left toes,
while my right foot explored his stiff yardage. I teased his balls
with my big toe, rubbing first one testicle, then the other. Then I
inched my tootsies up his shaft, rubbing in synch with his toe
sucking. By that time, David was on a hair trigger for a major
ejaculation. With the tip of my big toe, I traced the ridge of his
mushroom, ending up on the ultra-sensitive underside. Somehow, neither
of us made goo spurties, but when David’s tongue pushed the stocking
web between my third and fourth toes and his tongue licked between
them, I came again, whimpering and squealing in intense, orgasmic
pleasure. My convulsions triggered David’s, frantic, enormous orgasm,
sending cum into the air like a new oil well and dousing my stockings
and legs with his manly cream.

When we settled a bit, I said, "That was very nice, David, but now my
good stockings are all gooey. How will I ever clean the mess?

I was throwing fast pitches up there and David was hitting them all
out of the park. The sexually inventive gentleman proceeded to lick
off all the cum he had sprayed from both of my pretty feet, my calves,
and my knees.

I thought he might dive for my thighs, but I wasn’t ready for that
yet. I wanted him half in love with me before I showed him my little
secret.

No problem, I knew how to calm him down.

"Lie back, Sweetie," I said, "and let me make you feel good."

Well, David clearly wanted to feel good, so he lay back and waited to
see what was next.

I did not disappoint. I nestled his soft cock between my feet and, in
no time flat, made it a hard cock, then a spurting cock, then a soft,
very gooey cock, dripping cum all over my toesies again. David was so
neat. He cleaned them for a second time.

I smiled sweetly and said that my toes felt all better now. "That was
so nice of you to do that podiatric stuff, David. Maybe I shouldn’t
walk so much in restaurants and stuff. Would you like to come over on
Saturday night and I’ll make you dinner? And happy after?"

Wild lawyers would not have had a chance at keeping the lad away.

 

Chapter Seven – David Handles the Truth!

I was sure that the only thing David could think of was my sweet pussy
surrounding his gooey stick. Would he be disappointed when he saw that
my pussy was a little farther back than most girls’? Would he call me
a faggot, bolt and tell everyone at work? Would Acme disown me as a
client and tell my mother and father why?

Somehow I doubted it. Acme knew what they were doing and, as they told
us in training, few men can resist a "special" girl.

I really tarted myself up for Saturday night. I couldn’t really cook
yet, but thought David would be quite happy with reheated Chinese
food, as long as I was dessert. And that was my plan.

When David arrived, with flowers, wine, dessert and a stiffie, I
greeted him in a pink peignoir, pink mules, with white puffs and
killer make-up. Underneath, I was wearing the skimpiest white babydoll
with scanty panties and my own woodie.

David was trying to remember what he had ever done to deserve me when
I kissed him. With lots of tongue. I could feel his stiff meat against
my warm tummy. Perhaps this would be the night I had my pooper
punctured.

"I’m sorry I’m so underdressed, David. I just like to be comfortable
at home, don’t you?"

David would have agreed that the world was flat. He was wondering
about the agenda, but ready for most any adventure. I hoped that
included adoration of a big, stiff clitty.

Somehow we got through the moo goo something or other, then loaded the
dishwasher. I directed David to the only easy chair in my apartment,
then sat in his lap. He gave me a nice kiss, but I broke it off and
said, poutingly, "Don’t you like my titties? You’ve never even touched
them."

David opened my peignoir, then peeled the spaghetti straps of my
babydoll, revealing my really nice, girlish breasts. The sweet man
actually gasped in pleasure when he saw the soft, perky pillows. Then
he moved his face to them. Kissing the right nipple, then the left. I
panted with pleasure, gasping for the little air that seemed to be
left in the room. A gorgeous man, 12 years my senior, was pleasuring
my nipples and my three-month old breasts and I was allowing him full
access to my soft treasures. I was sure that David had had other
women, but could he have been as excited with them as he had been with
me? Not that I was a woman. It was only a sabbatical, after all.

At that moment, I was acting just like a woman. Only it didn’t feel
like acting. It felt as if someone who thought I was the sexiest,
prettiest person on earth was adoring me. And it felt really great.

I was very surprised at how excited my poor, tucked clitty was with
all that titty kissing and licking. My pretty little friend was in my
panties and tucked between my inner thighs, but every time David
licked my bumps, I got an electric jolt in my pubic area. Even my
little pink sack was tingling. Was I going to cum just from having my
titties licked? Show me a genetic girl who has done that.

Through my sexual trance, I knew that I had to reveal my secret in
very short order. It wasn’t fair to David and I needed to free myself
to fully enjoy the sexy proceedings. Gasping through my highly
enjoyable misery, I asked David to stop for a second.

 

He didn’t want to and his face was wet with the saliva he had been
applying to my little pillows, but he complied.

"Please pull my panties off, Sweetie," I entreated. Then I sat back in
some fear of his reaction.

David enjoyed the first removal of my panties tremendously and he took
his time about it. My little teasers were peeled very slowly and when
he got to the bottom of my pubic hair, I saw a puzzled look on David’s
face. He knew something was amiss, so he began to peel more quickly.
When he saw what he thought he saw, he looked at me and saw my look of
fear and dread. He hadn’t said a word and I could read nothing from
his face. Then he sort of fished between my thighs with his right hand
and untucked the full six inches of my incongruous pole. 

David held it in his hand and examined it. Then he checked to make
sure I had balls, untucking my bag. He held them in his hand and
horrible possibilities flashed through my mind, but none were as
unpredictable as what David did next.

David kissed my clittyhead, then took it in his mouth, sucking
lasciviously and enthusiastically! Fear left my body and pleasure took
its place. I was so stirred up by David’s loving attentions, while so
relieved, that my poor, overloaded balls, gave up and said, look out
world, here’s Nicole’s full, hot load.

I put my whole body into the ejaculation, crying with joy that my
lover had vigorously accepted me as I was. Perhaps someone in the
world has produced more cum in one orgasm, but I doubt it. I blew
major gooies into dear David’s manly mouth in what I later found out
was his first blowjob and first taste of a girl’s cum. David slurped
it up, not because it was some fetish thing, but because it was part
of me. And I think he was falling in love with me. 

I was completely overcome by my orgasm, but crawled back to life and
got to my knees, then dragged David’s pants and underpants down in one
desperate pull. It was a breach of protocol that my boyfriend had
sucked my cock before I had sucked his, but I would soon correct that.

Little did I know when I began my sabbatical that I would be in my
apartment, in sexy lingerie and killer make-up, on my knees, about to
swallow a man’s cock and loving the prospect. It’s just that being a
girl is so….cool…..you know? And part of being a girl is sucking men’s
cocks. At least, that’s what I think.

I hadn’t seen David’s cock close-up and I enjoyed handling the manly
treasure. It had nice, blue veins that I knew I would enjoy tracing
with my tongue. He was cut, with a big pink mushroom head and a thick,
mid-length shaft. His balls were big, and in a large bag. Lots of
cummies in that sack, I wagered. I gave it a little tickle and he
smiled. I loved being in complete control of both our pleasures.

I kissed the head and he shivered. My first oral contact with a cock
had me very excited and my little Nicole was stiff again.

David spread his legs to give me freer access. Men are so easy.

I tantalized his balls with the lacquered nails of my left hand, as I
ran my right hand up and down his throbbing shaft. I kissed his balls,
sucking each one until he groaned audibly, then kissed my way up a
long, blue vein in his shaft. When I reached the nut, I looked at
David and asked, "Do you want Nicole to lick you where you’ll really
enjoy it?"

He moaned and nodded his head in assent. Then I stuck out my long, wet
tongue and gave him the glans-licking most men only dream of. David
knew he had chosen a girlfriend well. When he began to moan and spasm,
I milked his balls and covered his cockhead with my oral cum
receptacle. My first manly cum cocktail was a super-size drink. A hot
protein shake that I almost choked on from the volume of liquid.

I sucked David through four huge spurts and two small ones. It was
delicious! Heavenly even.

I thought my sabbatical year was going quite well. Don’t you?

David lay beside me on the bed and, using my ample, leaking goo,
massaged my clitty and balls as he resumed his tasty titty torture. In
ten minutes, I came hard, screaming David’s name. David was hard again
and he straddled my shoulders, placed his cock between my fine breasts
and made a little pussy from them. He rubbed his cock in the crevice
and fucked my titties until he came onto my neck and face.

The scamp was so overcome, that he lay back, pulled me to his body,
kissed me within an inch of my life and then told me he loved me.
Maybe he did, but such a moment seems to dictate such declarations and
moments pass.

We had experienced four orgasms between us since David discovered my
secret and he still hadn’t asked me how that big thingee got into a
pretty girl’s panties. That was a higher compliment than the
cum-induced declaration of love. It meant that in David’s mind, what a
girl has between her legs isn’t as important as the girl herself.

I liked that a lot.

We kissed and cuddled a lot more and then I told him my story. I think
that he didn’t care all that much because in his mind, I was who I was
then. And he believed he loved Nicole. 

Then fear gripped David. His eyes widened and he asked, "You’re not
thinking about going back to being a boy someday, are you, my dearest
darling?"

Wow! Good question. I said, "I don’t know. What do you think?"

David’s answer was to cover me with kisses, then run two wiggly
fingers up my bottomhole as he sucked me to yet another world-record
orgasm. 

I thought, how could I give up being Nicole? 

Then I gave David another ballbuster blowjob, swallowed his big load,
and sent him home with a big, cummy kiss.

We had such a full agenda, that we never got around to fucking. There
was always our next date. And the one after that. I liked that guy!

 

Chapter Eight – Porked at Last

The next day was Sunday, and after Mass, I called Janie and asked if
she’d like to come over for lunch. "We could swap stories and bodily
fluids," I said.

Janie eagerly accepted my moist offer and the little teaser showed up
at 1 p.m. looking like the prettiest little teenage pootie anyone had
ever seen. Her mini was cutting off her circulation and I didn’t know
they made skirts that short or heels that high. We stripped to our
pretty lingerie and heels in very short order and happily sucked each
other to spectacular sissy sperm spurts. 

"Tell me everything, Nicole. I’m dying to know how you and David, are
doing," my cummy-faced friend asked. "Has he porked this tight, hot
little hole yet?" My girlfriend wiggled two sleek, red-nailed fingers
in my tunnel of love.

"Ohhhhh, you naughty girl! That’s divine," I moaned. "We’ve done
everything but. And I just know that on our next date, I‘ll be stuffed
with David’s meat."

"Everything? Details, details," Janie giggled.

So I told her about all our dates. It got me so excited that my anal
muscles clamped on Janie’s fingers and I blew gooies all over myself. 

Janie licked it off me gladly, then said, "I’m so happy for you
Nicole. I’m glad you could see that the nice boys don’t care if you
have a really big clitty. In fact, I think it drives them wild. Would
you like to drive me wild?"

I did. I had a taste for Janie’s bottomhole, so I licked it as I
frigged her love doodle and almost annihilated her with pleasure.

As she panted and gasped with the aftershocks, I asked Janie about her
and Craig from her office. 

"Well," Janie said, "As you know, I’m an experienced woman, so I kind
of let Craig fuck me on the last two of our dates. Often. Last night,
he fucked me four times and called the funeral home to pick me up.
They were just putting me into the bag, when they noticed I had an
erection. It was too early for rigor mortis, and Craig figured out
that dead girls don’t cum when you suck their titties. May I suck
yours, Sweetie"

"What’s mine is yours, Janie," I said, and our delightful afternoon
extended into the evening.

The next morning at work, David was waiting for me when I arrived. No
one was looking so he kissed me and told me again that he loved me. I
was only 18 – too young for anything permanent, but I loved the
attention. And David was so sweet. He asked me out for that night, but
I couldn’t resist making him just a bit randier. I asked him to come
to my place at seven the following night. 

"Bring your clothes for work on Wednesday," I told him. "And drink
plenty of fluids between now and then."

David was floating when he left me.

I couldn’t help noticing that, even though it was known around Howard,
Fine & Howard that David and I were seeing each other, it didn’t slow
down my suitors one bit. In fact, their ardor was on the rise. Maybe I
had the look of a young woman in sexual flower or something. But to
someone who, as a guy, was never noticed, it was a delight to be the
belle with the balls.

One unusual suitor was the senior partner, Maurice Howard (Moe to his
friends). Mr. Howard stopped by that Monday and invited me to a new
employee, get-acquainted lunch the following Friday. I was guessing
the new male employees never got such invitations. 

How bad could it be? I would attend, but I wouldn’t be Mr. Howard’s
stooge!

I spent Monday night alone. I called my parents and told them that I
was having a great time and meeting new friends. "Be careful, dear,"
my mother said. 

Somehow, Mom knew what I was doing. No details, but she knew. I was
looking forward to an evolving relationship with Mom when we were
reunited.

The next day, David tried to be good, but the little rascal kept
looking at his watch. I left at 5:30 and got home to prepare for my
anal stretching session.

On each date with David, I seemed to be wearing less and less. When
the poor, overly excited man showed up at seven on the dot, I was
wearing only a pink baby T with "Boy Toy" across the breasts, and a
pink ribbon tied loosely around my clitty. 

David grabbed me, and if I hadn’t slipped away, giggling, he would
have fucked me right at the doorway. On the floor. Oooohhh. But I had
other plans.

I ran into the bathroom, which was dark, except for about thirty
candles. The tub was filled with soapy, scented bubbles. I pulled my T
over my head and stepped into the warm, sensuous pit. David got naked
and joined me.

Oh,, the sweet kisses and caresses we shared. The toyings. The
fondlings. David soaped my tight hole and kissed me as he massaged my
prostate. I came hard, whimpering and begging for a proper fucking.

We dried each other off, then David carried me, naked and panting, to
my bed. He laid me on my back, then licked my balls and clitty, ending
with his tongue teaching my rectum what sexual stimulation really is.

That time I moaned and sobbed to be fucked. I grabbed at his cock,
trying to stuff it in my slick pooper. But David was in charge that
time. He kissed all my pretty toes and licked between them until I was
on the edge of another sperm tornado. Then he put my calves on his
shoulders and mounted me. 

At that moment, I felt more like a girl than I ever had. I wasn’t the
office teaser anymore. I was a woman, serving her man’s most basic
need. The need to deliver his seed to his woman. My man dominated me
at that critical moment and that was just how I wanted it. 

David rubbed the wet tip of his rammer along the length of my inner
bottom cheeks. Then he poised it at my virgin rosebud, said, "I love
you, Nicole," And pushed about four inches into me.

I screamed. It was 90% pleasure and 10% searing, white-hot pain. Then
95-5. Then 100% pure, fuck-me-forever pleasure. Oh, David, don’t ever
stop that. My clitty, which had diminished with the pain, was half
hard again. Then unexpectedly, my half-woodie drooled a steady,
agonizing stream of thick, sticky cream. It was the most intense
orgasm the world has ever known. I had visions of the Apocalypse.
Graves opened all over the zip code. Prophesies came true. 

And still David plunged on.

I started to get hard again. Three-quarters this time. And my entire
midsection ignited in orgasm. Another drooler, not a spurter, but
almost as severe as the previous natural disaster. I was a slave to my
body. I wanted more cock and I wanted another one of those cums. Five
minutes later, David sent his first load into me, drilling my hole
with his loving blast. He actually vibrated with its intensity and the
pleasure almost made him pass out. I observed all this from a position
somewhere outside my body, because my third cum of that first fuck
sent me to another dimension. I could only be sent back by saying my
name backwards. Elocin!

We lay there, sweaty and completely infatuated. What the hell, I said
to myself. "I love you, David," I said. And kissed him for a good half
hour. But we didn’t forget to fuck three more times that night.

The next morning, I considered checking myself into the hospital – or
the mortuary – but David and I managed to get to work. After one more
delicious morning wake-up.

I was going to need an IV and a few days off from this, but only
skipped Wednesday night. On Thursday, David was back in my bed,
fucking me like he owned me. He didn’t, but it was fun to pretend.

Friday was my day to have lunch with Mr. Howard. David was jealous! He
was so cute. I told David he had nothing to worry about. It was just
lunch. 

I dressed my usual "just a little on the trashy side" that day and
when Mr. Howard picked me up for lunch, his eyes bugged a bit. I
didn’t know where we were going, but he was a perfect gentleman. He
took me to this nice old building downtown. Everyone knew him and they
were very deferential. 

"This is my club, my dear," he said.

I guessed that when you lunched at a club they always set you up in a
room with a table and a bed and everything. It was a nice suite and we
had a fine lunch. He was a good conversationalist and made me laugh a
lot. He was older than my father, maybe 55, but nice-looking, despite
an unusual haircut, and clean. 

When he asked if I wanted to take advantage of the rest of the room’s
facilities, I said, "Including the bed?"’

Mr. Howard smiled and said, "I meant the ladies room [Yeah, right],
but that would be a fine idea."

I considered it another opportunity for a sabbatical experience, so I
said, "OK, Mr. Howard, but we can’t be too long, because Delia’s
covering reception for me and she’ll be angry if I’m late.

Mr. Howard smiled and called his secretary, asking her in a
business-like way if she could relieve Delia at reception for a while.
I felt better when he did that, and removed my blouse, then my bra.

"Do you like my breasts, Mr. Howard," I asked.

Mr. Howard smiled. "They’re superb, my dear. And so are you."

I beamed with the compliment. Then I sat on Mr. Howard’s lap as he
kissed my titties and caressed my thighs. Mr. Howard was a really good
lover and a man of the world. When he discovered how I was different
from most other girls, he didn’t break stride. He kissed me and
stroked me until my panties were sopping with cum. Then he lay me on
my back, slathering my girlish cream on his fingers and using it to
lubricate my little pleasure cave. He undressed me to my lingerie,
less the soaked panties, then removed his trousers, kissed me, and
entered me with his very nice, thick prick. It was the best lunch hour
this girl ever had. He was good!!! He didn’t have David’s youth and
vigor and I knew one go would be it. But wow! He made it count. I made
two staggering sets of goo and screams. Mr. Howard, who thoroughly
enjoyed himself, let loose with what he later said was one of the five
best cums of his life. And he’d been around a long time!

Mr. Howard thanked me thoroughly for the incredible treat I had given
him. He said that if I ever wanted to do it again, I was to leave a
voicemail saying a Mr. Shemp had called. I wondered where he got that
name.

Sometimes I wondered why Howard Fine & Howard was such a successful
law firm. I mean, the three partners were a bit odd. Mr. Howard’s
brother Jerome had a shaved head, which wasn’t that unusual. But he
didn’t seem to be all that smart. And he acted very strangely when he
heard the music from "Pop Goes The Weasel." Plus, he was always
calling me "Toots," which is, of course, demeaning to a young woman of
the 21st Century. Mr. Lawrence Fine was more easygoing, but he was in
serious need of a good barber to tame his long hair that stood out in
tufts from both ears. 

I got back from lunch around three and David shot me daggers. He could
just get over it. He didn’t own me and a girl has to make her way in
the world. I predicted and was right that his jealous snit wouldn’t
last long.

When my next paycheck arrived, I was only mildly surprised to see a
25% raise.

 

Chapter Nine – Weeks

My next few months in Fromage were the best of my life. Janie and I
had become the best friends any two people could ever be. We slept
together on Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday nights and David tried to
claim the other four nights for himself. I gave him two – usually
Wednesday and Saturday and he was sweet enough to accept them without
complaining too much. He grimaced when I had my monthly "employee
luncheons" with Mr. Howard, but I enjoyed the attentions of a mature
man, as well as the substantial, coincidental, monthly pay raises.

David was a wonderful lover, but he was too serious – always talking
about our future together and everything. I told him I was just on
sabbatical, but he didn’t believe me. Neither did Janie. Nor Mr.
Howard. I didn’t know why they thought I would stay a girl forever.
Although it was lots of cummy fun. I did love a big cock in my butt. I
loved sucking a cock and swallowing a man’s or a fellow shemale’s goo.
I even loved getting my bottomhole licked and taking a big load of hot
cream in my face. I really loved those! But when I became a man again,
I would adjust. Not by being a gay man. Yuck! Maybe I could take
another sabbatical sometime. Or just play dressup with some friends.
But I wasn’t interested in being a girl for life, was I?

I did enjoy girlishness during my sabbatical, however. Monday and
Friday were my free nights. I did my errands and housecleaning and
stuff on Saturdays and Sundays during the days, so Monday and Friday
were time to myself, even though my horny lover David lobbied hard for
more time. He would slide up to me on a Monday and offer to take me in
the stock room and suck my toes until I came in my panties. I’ll
admit, that I did accept that offer a few times. OK, every time. Thank
goodness I had lots of spare panties with me at work. But Monday and
Friday nights were mine.

I called Mom and Daddy those nights. Did I just call him Daddy? Hmmm.
And I gushed girlishly about my life. Even letting a few things slip
about my special friend David. Daddy seemed to be all right with me
slipping into sissyness. Maybe he always wanted a girl. Mom seemed to
understand everything perfectly.

Sometimes on Mondays and Fridays I was naughty. At first, I was just
naughty with myself. I had some special books that Acme had given me
at the beginning of my sabbatical and I began to read them in bed. In
my nightie. With my panties down to mid-thigh.

They were illustrated novels about "girls" like me who had begun as
boys, became girls either willingly (rarely) or unwillingly
(commonly), then discovered that they loved men and men’s cocks. The
stories always ended happily with the heroine eager for her life as a
girl and her tummy filled with several loads of sticky cream.

It was almost like reading my own story – about my life – by someone
who understood what I felt. I always loved the part where the girl
reluctantly took a big cock up her bottomhole for the first time. Oh,
it was exciting and my prickie was iron-hard. The "before" drawing
would always show the girl’s fear as she looked at the big sticker
about to pierce her pooper. The next drawing would show her mixture of
pleasure and pain as her man’s big thingee entered her. In the third
drawing, the girl’s face was ecstatic as her man made her clitty spew
a gallon of sissy cream in big jets. 

That would always do me in. I would spurt three or four big blobs
thinking about a man making me cum. After three or four of those
self-love sessions, I decided that I needed to make better use of my
free time and find some variety in men.

I knew that if I diddled anyone at work, David would find out and I
didn’t want that. I had a lot of affection for him, but didn’t want to
marry him or anything. So I asked Janie if she knew anyone at
Formaggio Partners who would be worth a Monday or Friday night.

It appeared that Janie had an answer to that one all prepared – Joe
Formaggio himself. The boss of her advertising agency was in his late
30s, very virile and had been hitting on Janie since the first day.

I thanked Janie sweetly, but told her I wanted someone closer to our
ages. I was sampling men from different piles – thirty and on the fast
track, fifty and already successful and, I hoped next, young, dumb,
and full of cum. Well, maybe not the dumb part, but definitely the
other two.

Janie said that would be Ryan Mahoney, who had just graduated from
college and was an assistant account executive (newbie) at the firm.
She assured me he was cute, hetero, and untouched by Janie. He sounded
perfect.

Janie set us up for "coffee" that Friday in November. I dressed in a
little younger style, but I refused to wear jeans. It was skirts and
heels for me as long as I was a girl and the men always drooled in
appreciation.

By agreement, Ryan and I met at one of those "Central Perk"-type
places like you see on "Friends." Of course the "Friends" crowd were
all 15-20 years older than I was by then. And not very funny any more;
but rich.

By agreement, I wore a red scarf and sat at the counter. I was on time
and so was Ryan. It seemed that Janie had pre-sold me to Ryan, but I
was sure he was skeptical about me. When he saw me, his eyes lit up
and his pants bulged.

I had a really micro-mini on and my black stockings made my legs very
sleek and sexy. The boys always love the really high heels and my
shiny black pumps were dominatrix towers. And, of course, my hair had
grown below my shoulders by then, inviting males to speculate about
how it would look on a pillow.

David, Mr. Howard and Janie thought it looked really good. I wanted to
see if this new lad was worthy.

"Are you Nicole?" Ryan asked hopefully. 

"I am. Are you Ryan?" I asked, giving him my smile on stun, not kill.
I was saving that.

"Thank goodness, I am," he said. "You are incredibly beautiful."

And you’re very forward, I thought. Tell me more. But I didn’t speak;
only smiled.

He smiled back. Not Mel Gibson, but OK looking, he was. Gathering his
wits, he said, "Uh, coffee. Would you like coffee??"

"Isn’t that why we’re here?" I asked, ignoring the fact that 98% of
the world’s sane people only drink coffee in the morning.

I had a small (called "tall" by the proprietors) latte and Ryan had a
manly dark roast. With extra caffeine.

We chatted a little and he seemed surprised that I wasn’t in college.
It was as if he reassessed me and placed me into the non-college group
of people. If that were true, I was leaving early. 

But Ryan made a nice save. "I regret going to college right out of
high school. I missed so much. You’re very wise to wait, or choose not
to go at all. It shows real maturity."

Until people are 25 or so, they love hearing that they’re mature. I
took it as a great compliment and decided that he may yet get into my
panties.

We chatted some more. Ryan always wanted to do advertising creative
work. He made it sound like a high calling. I liked his passion for
his career. Receptionism and getting raises through sexual favors, was
not how I wanted to build a career. But it sure was fun at that
moment. I told Ryan I wanted to be a writer. A nice, vague career that
you can always claim to have and no one can say you’re not one.

He was very pleasant to chat with. At around 9:30, he walked me home.
I thanked him sweetly and gave him a nice kiss on the lips. He didn’t
grab me and wrestle me to the ground, although that would have been
fun. He asked if he could see me again and I said, "Call me."

Darned if he didn’t call the next morning. I made a date with him for
Monday and mostly forgot about him through a hot love session all
Saturday night long with David and a hotter one on Sunday night with
Janie. Why did I enjoy Janie the most? Maybe being with Janie was like
making love to myself. I’ll save all this for an analyst some day.
Soon.

On Sunday, Janie told me that Ryan had called her on Saturday to thank
her for setting him up with me. Ryan really seemed to do the right
thing. Especially rare in a young guy.

You would have thought by then that I would have realized that men
adore my little extra goodies. Still, I was a little apprehensive when
I met Ryan after work at a Chinese restaurant we both liked. That
nervousness melted away as we discovered our common interests and
began to find a comfortable amiability. He drove me home and I invited
him in. I wasn’t sure if I was going to grant him any favors, but I
lost a little of my control of the situation when, as soon as we had
removed and hung our coats, he took me into his arms and kissed me. 

Wow! All men are different and I liked the way that one kissed. I do
believe I was the trampy one who introduced tongues. But I was just
taking control back. Wasn’t I?

It was so good. I had never kissed a guy near my age. A guy in his
sexual prime. His cock, which felt like a steel salami, was rubbing
against me as we kissed. Rubbing. Kissing.

The naughty boy began to kiss my neck. He grabbed me by the waist and
lifted me a little to get a better kissing angle. Control. Where was
it?

The neck kissing was very nice. The top button on my blouse was
unbuttoned. He kissed that open part of my throat and I had a steel
salami as well. I had tucked. It had escaped.

Ryan hadn’t felt my extra equipment yet, but he was staying well above
the waist. He unbuttoned a second blouse button, looking at me for
permission to continue. I panted, gasped and unbuttoned the rest of
the blouse myself, revealing my B-plus-cup beauties encased in lace.
Ryan kissed in the crevice between my love pillows. Ohhhhh. He peeled
off my blouse and reached back to unhook my bra, discarding it in his
and my passion.

I stood in my big heels, naked from the waist up, my cock now
outrageously tenting my miniskirt and Ryan finally noticed.

He looked at the bulge and knew immediately what it was. He looked at
my pretty titties, sexy legs and beautiful face and hair. He locked
eyes with me and smiled. "I think I just hit the Lotto," he said.
"I’ve never felt luckier."

OK! I relaxed and put all my focus on pleasure. Mine and his. 

Ryan took off his shirt and began to kiss and lick my titties better
than anyone, including Janie. To complement that, he reached under my
skirt and rubbed the nylon of my stretched panties against my balls
and shaft. If he kept that up as he was adoring my nipples I would,
ohhhhhhhhhhh……….

I soaked yet another pair of panties. And enjoyed it tremendously.
Ryan stopped his breast worship and smiled at me as I helplessly
ejaculated, wincing in delicious agony.

I undid my skirt and stepped out of it. Ryan peeled off my sopping
panties and actually said ooooohhhh when he saw my pretty package. My
poor balls were soaked with my sticky juices. My new special friend
licked my testicles until they were squeaky clean. That was very nice.
And it made me all big again. 

I begged him to show me his, but he insisted on getting on his knees
and sucking and licking my clitty first. Men seem to be all the same
about that. They all want to suck a pretty girl’s cock. He licked it
the way he would have wanted his licked, proving once again that men
are the best cocksuckers. He even remembered that the bottom loves to
participate in a nice blowjob. Two of his wiggly fingers made the
experience a scrapbook memory. I came so hard and so much, I was
afraid it would disgust him and send him home early.

On the contrary. It sharpened his enthusiasm.

I was still standing and Ryan was still kneeling. Regaining a smidgen
of control, I pushed him onto his back, then kneeled to pull the fine
young man’s trousers and underpants off with one smooth motion.
Depantsing the boys. My new career, perhaps.

Now Ryan was completely naked and it was an excellent sight. He had a
nice cock, tall (not in the "latte" sense) and ready. And his balls
were bulging with cum. I couldn’t resist it. I kissed his cockhead,
then licked every inch of his privates. I massaged his balls as I
suckled his pink mushroom until I had him arching his back with
pleasure. Then I discovered what a difference it was to have a man in
his sexual prime in my mouth. Twenty-two-year-old Ryan became a cum
fountain for me. 

I never had hade sex with a man as young as Ryan and since Janie and I
were on hormones, we wouldn’t have been symptomatic of excessive
cumminess. But the sight of a healthy, young, horny man’s cock on full
explosion was a wonder of the world. 

I had excited the lad to a magnificent eruption and he was hurling
huge gobs of hot, sticky cum into the stratosphere. Oh my. I capped
the gusher with my mouth, but gagged from the quantity. Cum was
everywhere. All over my face and drooling down my chin. Splattered on
Ryan’s stomach. Slithering down my throat.

I gave Ryan a big cummy smile. He struggled to focus his eyes, then
pulled me to him for a big, cummy kiss. It was delicious.

As he was kissing me, the naughty boy was feeling my bottom. Then he
tickled my little rosebud as he kissed me. When I whimpered and kissed
him harder, his presumptuous finger pushed into me again. I moaned and
let go of my own sticky load of sissy cream, much less than his, but a
big one for me. Was he going to fuck me? I certainly hoped so. But not
on the floor by the front door. I let him diddle me a bit with his
finger. It was very nice. Then I insisted that we get on my bed for a
proper fucking.

I raced him to the bedroom and, trampily, got on my back and raised my
knees. Ryan knew I needed to be lubed, so he got on his knees and
tongued my hole until I was sobbing and cumming another sissy bucket.

His prick was skinned and proud when he finally pushed it in me. I
cried out in delight and pouted my lips for a kiss. Ryan leaned over
and kissed me sweetly as he lovingly fucked my tiny hole and told me
what a perfect, girlish treasure I was. A nice aphrodisiac indeed.

I was once again ready to lose all contact with the world and asked
Ryan to skin my clitty to help me reach outer space. He did so
beautifully and smiled with joy as I soaked his fingers with yet more
of my spendings.

I asked him to give me his hot cum NOW!! He did, flooding my poor
bowels with the biggest load they had ever endured. If I had died at
that moment, I would have felt I had had a complete life. That was how
good it all was.

Ryan took charge of me over the rest of that night and all my Mondays
and Fridays from then on. He was sweet. We were close in age. And he
was a cum machine.

So many lovers. And only six months left on my sabbatical when the
Christmas break arrived.

 

Chapter Ten – You Can Go Home Again

Acme didn’t make decisions for its clients. It only gave options and
made suggestions.

There was a lot to consider about the issue of going home for two
weeks at Christmas during sabbatical year.

On the one hand, who wouldn’t want to be with the family during that
time? On the other, how would the family, beyond the immediate bunch
who knew that little Tommy was now Tammy, accept the situation? Then
there was all that messy explaining about how it was only a temporary
change, a big adventure, no gayness involved, manly things on the
horizon, yadda yadda yadda.

Even worse, and I’m not saying this was me, what if you weren’t sure
that you wanted to go back to being a boy after the year was up? OK.
I’ll say it. I was considering that. A lot. I had three men and a
tgirl pretty much in love with me, exciting my body to titanic orgasms
every day. I was pretty and wearing pretty things that I loved and
excited me just to put on. The contrast with my normal life was
enormous. Why would I give that up? 

But why would I keep it? I wasn’t a girl and never would be. I didn’t
have a uterus and never would have. No children. No periods. No
aggravating the living shit out of every man with whom I had a
relationship. Just faking it. Very well. Making a lot of people and
myself very happy. But wasn’t it a false happiness?

What was real happiness? All happiness is fleeting anyway. You get
things the way you like them and then the world changes. You get to
love listening to Prairie Home Companion on Saturday night and
Garrison Kiellor takes a stinking sabbatical. Then comes back and
expects you to just start listening again. But you’ve moved on. And he
hasn’t. Baseball players go on strike. You get angry, but you find
other things to do. They come back in six months and expect you to
watch them again. But you’ve moved on.

Would it make sense for Charlie Dubois to reappear after he and lots
of people had moved on from that guy? And had found Nicole Dubois? 

Lots of issues.

Then there was the question of the cameo appearance as a girl to the
locals outside the family. What would they think of all this? The most
likely gossip scenario would be, "Did you hear about that crazy Dubois
kid? He’s one a them drag queens now. Pure faggot. I knew it all
along."

That wouldn’t matter much if I were committed to being Nicole forever.
It was tell them now or tell them later, with identical, knee-jerk
responses.

But I was still unsure about what I wanted to do.

In the final analysis, I dug into my nature and played my contrarian
card. Nicole was going home for Christmas.

David, Ryan and Mr. Howard were heartbroken that I was leaving Fromage
for 15 days. Janie was going home to get her pootie porked by her
ex-teacher, so she was cool with it, but I knew we would miss each
other too. I feared the worst. Two weeks with no sex and the scorn of
my acquaintances and family.

Was I ever wrong!

Mom and Daddy picked me up at the airport and they couldn’t stop
staring at me. Mom was very proud of me and Daddy finally had what
every father wants – a daughter. I told them a lot about the last six
months beyond the twice-weekly phone calls, even a little about my
<blush> admirers.

My parents didn’t appear to think anything was wrong with that. To
them, I was a young woman with needs and I was aggressively fulfilling
those needs. 

Acceptance is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? I’ll never understand why
it’s so rare in our world.

Daddy couldn’t miss the lusty looks that men were giving his little
girl and he looked as if he would fight for me if I needed him to. For
the first time since I was about nine, I gave him a big hug and a kiss
on the cheek. Daddy glowed with happiness.

When we got home, I was very happy to see that they had put some femmy
touches into my drab boy’s room. They were really with the program.

I unpacked, had a nice dinner with them, watched a little TV, put a
black babydoll on and went to bed with a full ball bag for the first
time in months.

It was uncomfortable.

I turned on the light, got out of bed and found my high school
yearbook. I got back into bed and began to leaf through it.

I turned to the page with Charlie Dubois’ picture. My goodness. I was
referring to my male self in the third person. I didn’t even think of
myself as Charlie Dubois. My entire perspective had changed. I could
even feel it with my parents. They treated me as their daughter.

Charlie Dubois looked so drab. He wasn’t pretty. He didn’t even have
any make-up or the dangly earrings I loved. It was that moment when I
realized that I had become Nicole.

Nicole didn’t need to mope around the house for two weeks with a ball
bag full of cummies. She could do something about it. That was another
unfamiliar, but delightful change since I had last slept in that room.

Flipping through the yearbook, I found that it took on lots of new and
different meanings. I looked at the girls not as objects of my desire,
but as objects of fashion and beauty tips. And I looked at the boys in
an entirely new way.

Hmmmm. There was Josh Harkins. One of the smartest guys in the school.
And one of the cutest, I noticed for the first time. Josh was at
Princeton, wasn’t he? Yes. It said so in the yearbook. I wondered if
he was home for vacation. I wondered if Josh was sexually lonely like
I was. And wanted someone like me.

I reached under my nightie and began to tickle my little girlfriend.
She was stiff and throbbing. 

What if Josh and I had gotten together for pizza and he was home, in
my room with me? What if Mom and Dad told us to have a good time and
then played the TV really loud? What if Josh started to ask me about
my sabbatical and I told him that I was a very naughty girl who liked
sex with smart, cute, nice men like him?

What if I batted my eyes at Josh and I looked at his crotch and saw a
big bulge?

I didn’t even have to take the scenario any further. I was so keyed up
that I squealed and shot big gobbies all over my yearbook and my
tummy. Ohhhhhh. Maybe I would see if Josh was in town. Soon.

As luck would have it, the next day I discovered that Josh had been
home for three days. Josh and I had been in a few advanced placement
classes together and knew each other, but had never taken the time to
get close. I decided to change that.

Mid-morning, I drove to Josh’s house and knocked on his door. His
mother answered and looked at me quizzically. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Harkins," I said. "I’m Nicole Dubois. You may
remember me as Charlie Dubois from Josh’s graduating class. I’m taking
a sabbatical year as a girl."

Mrs. Harkins’ hospitality instinct took over and she invited me in.
She was very interested in the theory and practice of a sabbatical and
she quizzed me pleasantly about it for about 45 minutes. She kept
looking at me and finally said, "You’re not just putting me on, are
you. I mean, you’re really Charlie?’’

I smiled and said, "I was Charlie and I have some of Charlie’s
equipment. But for now, at least, I’m Nicole."

Mrs. Harkins seemed satisfied. And sympathetic. But still curious. "So
you still have your…….."

"Penis? Testicles? Yes ma’am. But my breasts are real too."

"Amazing!" she said. I was wondering if she was going to ask me to
show her some of my assets when the door opened and in walked Josh.

Josh. Josh. He was oodles cuter than when I knew him. Of course I
didn’t want his thing in me before. But I sure did that morning as I
flashed him my long, luscious legs and my big heels.

He gave me the same look his mother had given me. Mild recognition
abated by disbelief. With quite a bit of lust mixed in.

"This is Charlie Dubois, Josh. Remember Charlie? He’s taking a
sabbatical year as a girl named Nicole. A very pretty girl."

Josh noticed, if his bulging, throbbing thingee was to be believed.

Mrs. Harkins said, "Why don’t you take Nicole to lunch somewhere,
Josh? You two can catch up."

Catch up. Yes. I wanted to catch his cock up my ass. But talking would
be a good start.

Josh still hadn’t said a word, but, like every man I had met thus far,
his drooling said it all.

We got into his car and he finally spoke. "Nicole?"

"Yes. It goes with Dubois. Do you like it?"

<Gulp>

I gave him my nova-intensity smile and hiked my short skirt up to the
tops of my black stockings.

<Gulp. Gulp.>

"How do you like Princeton?" I asked. As talking about oneself always
does for men, that relaxed Josh a bit.

He told me about all his college stuff. It seemed frightfully dull
compared to my experiences. Underage binge drinking and the resultant
projectile-vomiting didn’t match up to the cum-drenched fun I had been
having. But I minded my manners and didn’t mention that. 

Josh very politely asked, "So what’s it been like? As a girl, I mean."

I plunged forward. "It’s been dreamy. As you can see, I wear the
sexiest clothes and lingerie. I meet the nicest men and they fuck me
until I squeal and cum all night long. I suck their cocks and make
them very happy. Men are crazy over me. Could you be crazy over me,
Josh?"

<BIG GULP> Then a small, "Yes. I think I could be."

"You know, Josh, my Mom and Dad are at work. We could go to my house
and I could fix you lunch. Or anything else you would like."

Josh turned the car around and picked up speed. Too much speed.

I said, "Since I want to live until I get home, maybe I can make the
ride more pleasant and you’ll slow down and enjoy it." I unzipped his
pants and extracted a fine penile specimen. Already rock hard and
oozing gooies.

During the slow, ten-minute drive to my house, I had the opportunity
to inspect Josh’s cock thoroughly. And finger his ball sack. And
excite the poor young man to a feverous state.

The naughty boy didn’t even tuck his equipment away as we got out of
the car and raced up the driveway to my door. It was a good thing Mom
hadn’t decided to work from home that day. She would have seen seven
inches of very nice, naked 18-year-old manflesh preceding Josh as he
entered our front door.

The thought flashed that Josh’s instantaneous desire for me was
unreasonable. Then I remembered four things. He was a guy. I was a hot
babe who offered him sex. He knew me, sort of, and liked me. My
she-male charms were a huge turn-on for most men.

"May I kiss you?" the polite, but rather dense lad inquired.

I batted my eyes and grabbed his cock. I led him by his member to my
bedroom and said, "Anywhere you want."

When we arrived at the scene of our imminent fun, I said, "Now would
be a good time to kiss me, Josh."

His exposed cock was throbbing. He knew he looked a little ridiculous,
but instead of zipping up, he pulled his pants down. Nice legs! A real
Princeton Tiger!

Then he moved in for the kiss, naughtily rubbing his stiff, oozing
cock against mine through my skirt as he kissed me within an inch of
my life. Mmmmmmm. 

My men kept getting younger. At that rate, I would be after the
paperboy next.

Josh liked me. They all did, those men creatures.

I stopped the kiss-a-thon for a second and kicked it up a notch.
"Would you like to take my panties off now?"

Josh nodded. He had reached the non-verbal state of arousal. I would
be there soon enough.

Josh got on his knees so he could see the grand unveiling as he
removed my little teasers. Feeling lucky, I had worn a favorite black,
lacy pair that were severely challenged by my unladylike Woodrow.

He looked into my pretty eyes, considered the gayness of what he was
about to do, then slowly slipped my panties over my swollen, slippery
rod. He eased them down to my mid-thighs. He looked at my drooling
clitty. Then looked at my pretty face. Then back at my sissy stick.
Wavered. Thought.

I thought faster. I whimpered girlishly, then lifted my blouse over my
head and unhooked my bra, letting my almost-C-Cup-and-growing, soft
treasures free. That was the tiebreaker. Josh knew I was girl enough
for him and he proved it by taking my cock in his hand and kissing it
wetly, all along its length. He even slurped my balls with his tongue.
I hadn’t cum in 15 hours and I was randy as a guy named Randall. When
he kissed his way back up to the head, then took it in his mouth, I
squealed and spurted a big load of sticky sissy juice into the poor,
confused lad’s mouth. 

His eyes widened. He observed my sexual joy. He swallowed my creamy
load. It was the right thing to do and Ivy Leaguers do the right
thing. And when doing the right thing tastes delicious and makes your
pecker throb, all the better.

I had cum in his mouth and he had swallowed it all. The ice was
broken, I would say.

Then we began to chop some other glaciers.

I had Josh sit on the edge of the bed and I knelt between his naked
legs. On an impulse, I arose and sat on his thigh, rubbing the inside
of my bottom cheeks and tight anus ring against the hairs on his
muscular limb. We kissed and I stroked his love pole sweetly. When a
man is 18, if he cums too soon, he can correct his error in short
order. Josh kissed me hard, squeezing my luscious body to his, then
shuddered and spurted his sticky cream all over my tummy, my hand and
my garter belt. I kissed him deliciously throughout his climax, then
used his goo to stroke him to an even harder stand. 

Then I resumed my kneeling position. This time, I licked up all the
residue from his recent explosion. He liked that! I spent a lot of
time licking his hot cum from his balls. He really liked that! By the
time I got around to licking the crown of his jewel, he was trembling
with lust. Helplessly, he ejaculated into my pretty face. He was
terrified that he had offended me, but my giggling showed him how much
fun I was having.

Josh drew me back to his lap and kissed me gratefully, licking every
drop of his cum from my eyes, nose and cheeks. He tickled my balls and
cock as he did so and I was steaming hot all over again.

It was time for my fucking. I said, "Will you fuck me now, Joshie?"

Josh melted. Men are so easy. But a little dense. "Uh, sure. But how?"
my anally inexperienced lover asked.

"In my pooper, Sweetie," I said. And I got on the bed on my tummy,
then scooted up on my knees and wiggled my bottom suggestively.

Josh was diamond-hard again and drooling. Ah, eighteen! But he still
looked perplexed. "But it’s so small. Won’t I hurt you?"

So considerate! "Not if you reach in that top drawer, put some of that
lube on your fingers, then loosen and wet me with them first."

That sounded awfully good to Josh. He lubed his fingers and fucked me
with three from his right hand as he skillfully skinned my prickie
with his left. He had me gasping and cumming in minutes. He was an apt
student.

When I returned to earth, Josh was on his knees behind me and had
placed his sopping prick tip at me anus. "Don’t spare me, Sweetie," I
said. "I’m ready for your cock."

Josh followed the welcome order, pushing his glans into paradise, then
inserting the other six inches. 

It was heaven! One of the biggest cocks I had taken in. And he was
considerate enough to frig me and tell me how sweet and beautiful I
was as he fucked me. He had one hand on my clittyhead and another on
my pink ball sack as he enjoyed what had to be the best fuck of his
life.

The impetuous boy made me cum twice. A big cock in my butt, rubbing
against my prostate, makes me wild. He loved my squeals and screams. I
don’t think any of those Princeton girls ever showed him half the good
time I did. And I know they would never soil their DAR bottoms with
cock.

All good things end, and Josh’s orgasm nearly knocked him out. I do
give good cums to my partners. Acme would be proud.

As we lay kissing and cooing after the spermstorms, Josh begged to see
me again. He would quit school and move next door to me wherever I
was, working at a fast-food place to earn his rent. Fucking me the
other 16 hours of the day.

Silly boy. "We’re both so young, Josh. And at the end of this year,
I’ll be a boy again."

He looked at me. Hard. Then said, "That would be a horrible waste. I
think you know that. You’re a girl forever."

Maybe he was right.

We set another date for "watching videos" at my house the following
evening. Josh walked home on a cushion of air. Yet another man in love
with me. Oh, my! I was the most popular girl! Could I ever go back to
being a drab old guy?

That evening, Mom took me to the mall, where we ran into tons of guys
I knew from growing up. Every one of them acted as if he wanted into
my panties! I felt like Scarlett O’Hara at the Twelve Oaks barbeque. 

Tomorrow was another day, so I got into my tiny white nightie, kissed
Mom and Daddy goodnight and went to bed. Daddy’s eyes got really big
when he saw me in my nightie. And the poor man was lumpy in his
crotch. I didn’t blame him. He was a man, and they all seemed to act
like that around me.

I fell asleep very quickly. Fucking makes you sleep well, you know.

I had the greatest dream. All my men were naked and making love to me.
Mr. Howard was sucking my clitty. David was sucking my left titty;
Ryan my right. Josh was straddling my shoulders and slowly fucking my
face. It was heaven. They were all there and they weren’t jealous or
anything. I was so stimulated that I kept cumming into Mr. Howard’s
mouth and he kept swallowing my sissy cream.

Then the men all stopped. They stood over me, pointing their cocks at
my face and milking them. I knew what they were going to do, and I
giggled with joy. All at once, they spurted their hot cream onto my
face. Four thick, gooey loads. I opened my mouth and gulped down
whatever flew in there. Everyone was smiling and happy. And I felt
wanted and loved.

I awoke to daylight and a sperm-soaked nightie. I looked at the clock
– 9:30. I slipped on my robe and went downstairs. Mom said good
morning and handed me a list of twelve male names and phone numbers.

"They started calling for you at 7:30," she said. 

Then the phone rang. Mom answered. "No, Scott, I’m sorry. Nicole is
still asleep. I’ll tell her you called.

"Thirteen," Mom said. And smiled.

How could I ever go back to being a man?

 

 

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