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Gingers cunt was wet. The juices matted the blonde hairs. The lips were swollen and slick. Ginger sat on the floor with her legs open. She wore an orange jersey with a portrait of Elvis. Her nipples made distinct points above Elviss ears. She panted trying to gather her thoughts. Steve had wanted her to humiliate herself so she had. But he wanted more.
I dont think so, Ginger said.
I do think so.
Ginger looked at him.
He might not want to, Steve, and I dont want to, she said.
You sound like your pleading, Gin.
Im not pleading.
I like his picture. He looks like a nice guy.
So what? Her head was spinning.
So, I feel like watching him fuck you.
Steve, stop this.
She wished shed never told him about Paul or showed him the picture, not that he didnt know. It had pleased Steve to learn that Paul was young like himself but not muscular, a guy who wouldnt pose a challenge to Steves vanity. Well, it was true, she supposed. Paul was the sensitive type, a pretty boy you could say. She laughed to herself that she was the only interest the two of them were likely to share. Ginger looked down at herself, wondering why she didnt close her legs. She looked at Steve. She wanted to close her legs but she was afraid that would make him angry. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. She hated it that she could never resist showing Steve her cunt in the most humiliating way. She thought this even as she kept her legs open. Her heart pounded and her light panting made her tits sway. She wondered if Steve would ever fuck her or was he going to talk about Paul all morning.
Im going to call him up. Whats his number, Steve
said.
Ginger sighed. She made him coax her. Then she gave him Pauls number and closed her eyes.
Paul arrived within thirty minutes. Ginger had put on lipstick and wore light tan short shorts and a cutoff jersey that bared her midriff and showcased her tits. She had studied herself in a mirror and admitted she looked spectacular. If a person is going to do something she might as well do it right, she thought.
The young man was just what Paul expected and feared. An opposite of himself. Strong and straightforward. A simple fellow. A guy who would appeal to Ginger in ways Paul couldnt. On the other hand, Paul appealed to Ginger in ways Steve never would. Paul began to feel relieved. What would really have bothered him, he realized, was a guy like himself but better.
Its interesting you would want to meet me, Steve. Ive wondered about you as well, Paul said, smiling. He felt his confidence returning. He added some sugar to his coffee and sipped it.
He felt Steve studying him.
I figured we should talk about Ginger. I might not want you to fuck her anymore, Steve said.
Paul made a choking sound.
Then again, I might not give a shit.
I dont suppose I have anything to say about this,
Ginger said, dryly.
Quiet, Gin. This is between me and Pauly.
Really, Steve, Paul objected. I cant believe you would talk this way in front of Ginger. What is...
Youd rather do it behind her back, right?
I dont think we should do it at all, Steve. Is this why you wanted to meet me. So you could ...say that to me?
Steve laughed. Hes kind of cute, Gin. Looks like
a pissed off chic when he gets worked up.
Ginger looked at Paul.
Steve thinks you look effeminate, she began, deadpanned. He saw the pictures we took at the beach. He said if you had...breasts you would have a terrific figure.
Paul flushed. Hed been made fun of before. Ginger occasionally teased but not in a mean way as he was being teased now. The old bitter thought returned. It didnt count for much that you were intelligent or sensitive. What counted was brawn, the macho crap.
Is that what you think?
Hem. I think Steve has a cute idea. It kind of turns me on to tell you the truth, Paul.
What are you talking about? Ginger kept surprising him. Her white legs were crossed and the shapes of her tits showed with stunning clarity in her jersey. Ginger never wore tight jerseys. At least she didnt wear them around him.
Would you say Ginger is a ten, Paul?, Steve said.
Yes, of course. You look fantastic at the moment, Gin. Ginger smiled and her eyebrows rose, humorously, but she didnt thank him for the compliment.
You see, Pauly, what I said to Gin was that if you got dressed up like her, I bet youd be a ten, too, if we dont count tits. She says you might be a seven or an eight. I say a ten.
Very funny, muttered Paul. His neck prickled and his heart seemed to have risen to his throat.
Ginger turned her eyes on him.
If youd do it, Paul, Ill make out with you. It would be fun.
Steve laughed. It would be a way for her to try out being a lesbian without really being a lesbian.
Paul had seen Ginger react go girl sex scenes in movies. He wondered if Steve was been crass or merely perceptive.
Ginger blushed. Steves characterization of her went straight to her nipples. Her lips quivered slightly before she managed to grin at Paul.
I have another outfit, just like this one. And I have the other things youd need. I know you would look great dressed up like...you know.
Like a girl, Paul murmured.
Yeah, Ginger said.
Why are you doing this, Gin? I thought we respected each other.
I do respect you, Paul. This has nothing to do with that. Its just a fun idea. It would be fun for you too. Think about it. You always talk about being opened minded. Open your mind, Paul. Its really a cute idea if you give it a chance
Youre humiliating me. Both of you, Paul said, filled with hurt.
No were not, Ginger lied.
No ones laughing at you, Pauly. You got something hardly anyone has. Thats all. Ginger thinks youre a special guy, she aint got no disrespect.
Pauls face softened, but his eyes remained wary. His mouth went dry.
Would you make out with me if I were only a seven?
Ginger laughed. Yeah.
I suppose Steve would watch us?
Sure, I like to watch a couple of pretty girls getting it on together, Steve assured him.
Paul blushed and looked at him. When Steve met his gaze, Paul averted his eyes. He felt faint.
I didnt say I would do it, he said, weakly.
Youre going to do it, Paul, Ginger told him. It will be fun, youll see.
Paul sighed. He was putty in her hands, he knew. But there was something else, something big, something that thrilled him. Then terror struck him and he backed off. They cajoled him, intimidated him. They reassured and excited him. They were patient with him and relentless and before he gave in he knew he was going to give in. Steve appeared to respect him in an odd way. It was a come on, of course, and he knew it, but it assuaged him somehow. They were manipulating him. Sapping his will power. Though he understood this perfectly, it did nothing to shore up his resistance. If anything, the knowing undermined him more.
When finally he slumped his shoulders and said that he would do it, he laughed to cover his embarrassment and defeat. He looked at Ginger. Remember what you promised, he said.
She fastened her big eyes on him. I cant wait.
Paul reappeared in an hour. Ginger could hardly believe what hed accomplished. Steve had twice dispatched her to check on his progress but Paul had refused to let her in, saying through the closed door that he was doing fine. There was no doubt of that now as Paul stood in the archway, wearing light tan short shorts and the cutoff jersey, with his made-up face and blonde curls. His blue eyes shone as he regarded them shyly.
While hed been gone, Ginger and Steve had talked about
him and what they would do with him. Ginger had the camera ready.
Youll like him better as a girl, Steve had laughed.
I guess!, Ginger had laughed back.
I know you dig girls.
Ginger had pursed her lips, declining comment.
Ever get the hots for Frances,? he said.
Shes my niece, Steve.
Big deal. Shes a total piece of ass.
Shes sixteen years old.
Exactly. Ill bet youve thought about her.
Ginger reddened. Why wouldnt he leave it alone?
It was then that she saw Paul in the archway.
Jeepers, Ginger said.
Not bad, Pauly. Not bad at all. Walk back and forth like a model, Steve ordered.
Paul walked back and forth like a model. His hairless legs were white and shapely and the ass that lightly swayed in the clinging shorts was pretty as pie. The white arms were hairless, too, and the bare midriff was flat and smooth, skin like a girls skin. The face was perfect. Paul smiled. He had seen himself in the mirror.
I was wrong. You might be a ten, Ginger said.
Thats a relief!, Paul falsettoed.
Even the voice. Man! Hey, Paula. Yeah, youre going to be Paula from now on, you know. So, Paula, show us your tits. Ginger wants to see them.
Paul tittered. He had made himself up for Ginger but he had done it of course for Steve as well and it was the strapping young mans gaze, more than Gingers, that Paul keenly felt as he paraded before them.
A girl shouldnt show another girl her tits, Paula said, lightly.
Ginger occupied the middle of the big sofa. Show me anyway, she said.
I want to walk like a model a little more.
Show us your tits, Paula, Steve said, firmly.
Paula paused. The she/he kept her head down. Her heart was beating much too fast. She closed her eyes and raised the jersey.
Wow. Like a chicks nipples, Steve said.
It was true. Paulas nipples were large and round and pink with hard points in the center. The points had showed in her jersey. Steve shook his head and remarked again that the nipples were girl nipples. Paul blushed. How thrilling it was to feel complimented instead of ashamed. He looked at Ginger and Ginger patted the cushion beside her in invitation and Paul looked at her and smiled and sat down next to her, the two of them, like twins, side by side with their white legs and tan shorts and cut off jerseys and blonde hair. Gingers heart pounded. She had thought about doing it a million times with a girl but shed never even kissed one for sex.
I love your lipstick, Paula, she said. Gingers way was to wait for her dates to make a move. This date was going to be different. Ginger leaned into Paula. Her tits pressed against Paulas. She kissed Paula on the lips. The kiss grew. For a second Ginger almost wished Steve would go away. Then she remembered why Steve couldnt go. Ginger kissed Paula with their mouths open and tongues dueling.
Paula moaned into Gingers mouth. Paula was being kissed the way girls are kissed, something Paul could allow himself to dream about but not contemplate actually happening. Well, it was happening now! Gingers hands moved up Paulas sides beneath the jersey and onto Paulas ribs and then Ginger was rubbing Paulas nipples and kissing her on the mouth, making Paula a bit breathless. Gingers head dipped and she continued kissing, kissing Paulas ear and neck. Ginger pushed up Paulas jersey and put her mouth on one of Paulas nipples, sucking and licking it. And Gingers head moved on, kissing onto Paulas bare stomach. Ginger pushed the tip of her tongue into Paulas navel and she put her hands on Paulas thighs and her right hand nudged within an inch of Paulas dick which was sticking up lewdly in the cute shorts.
Ginger pulled back and looked Paula up and down. She smiled.
It got big, didnt it?
Paula laughed. It got big for you, the girl voice said. Paula wasnt about to stop being a girl just because Paula had a dick.
Mmmmm, Im going to have to do something about that, arent I.
Paulas heart stopped, almost.
That was the deal, Paula agreed.
You girls should check out this deal, said a strong male voice.
Steve sat with his legs open and along the inside of one of his legs a large presence appeared to be wedged within the slimfit jeans. Ginger and Paula turned to see what he showed them. After a few seconds, Paula laughed and looked away, wishing that Steve hadnt interrupted them with his rude invitation.
Mmmm, look at him, Ginger said.
I saw it, Paula said under under her breath.
Oh, Paula, you shouldnt call him an it. Mmmmm, how big do you think he is?
Paula blushed and forced herself to look. She didnt want to look. The last thing she wanted to think about and look at was the bulge she had momentarily glimpsed in Steves pants. Ginger called it a him but she had called Paulas an it, Paula remembered.
Lets go over and say hello. You know, just check him out a little, Ginger suggested.
A shiver ran through Paula.
Noooo. You and I are supposed to be making out.
We will. But lets go see him first. Just for a minute.
Paula realized she was staring at Steves bulge. She looked up quickly and, without meaning to, met the young mans eyes for the first time since her transformation.
Just for a minute, Paula, Steve said, respectfully, fixing Paula with his gaze.
Paula swallowed. All right,she murmured, dropping her eyes.
Ginger took Paula by the hand and led her to their destination. The two girls got down on their knees in front of Steves lap, Steves legs fencing them there. Paula blushed hotly.
I think he likes it that were looking at him. Its
making him get even bigger, Ginger said. Is it all right if we play with him a little bit, Steve?, Ginger asked, sweetly.
Ginger put her right hand over the imprisoned dick. She extended her forefinger along the rounded shaft. The finger pressed softly. Steve stirred. Ginger looked up at Steve while she made her finger lightly trace itself along the shaft to where the head was, then trace it back again. Steve closed his eyes.
Mmmmm, he feel so hard and strong. Try it, Paula.
Paula felt faint. She was supposed to be a girl lesbian, not the other kind. Nooo, she breathed.
Ginger lifted Paulas hand for her. Just one finger, Ginger said. She let go of Paulas hand. The hand trembled in the air and then Paula extended a single finger.
The denim over the hardness was warm to the touch. Paula ran her finger along the cock and then she ran it back again. It was fun all right, it was about the most fun a person could imagine. But it was dangerous fun, like playing with an atom bomb, if you wanted Paulas opinion.
There, Paula laughed. She was going to have a heart attack if she kept having fun at this rate.
Ginger laughed too and told Paula she was proud of her and then she kissed Paula on the mouth and felt her nipple through the jersey and Steve watched the kneeling girls kissing at his lap and waited quietly for them to finish with each other. Steves eyes were reddening and they looked at Paula more than they looked at Ginger.
Paula opened her eyes after Ginger stopped kissing her.
We did make him bigger, Ginger told her.
Paula nodded. Being afraid to look up and risk meeting Steves eyes, Paula was forced to endure a steady view of Steves beleaguered lap.
Try it again, Paula, Ginger said.
Paula swallowed. All right, she murmured.
Paula put her finger on the long hardness. It made Paula feel naughty, like a slut, putting her finger there. The finger had treaded lightly the first time. Now Paula pressed down, wanting to feel the hardness better. Paulas mouth was dry. She could barely breathe. She felt Steves and Gingers eyes watching. Paula slid her finger back and forth on the hardness, along the covered shaft all the way to the end. Back and forth Paulas finger went, each long stroke sending shivers through Paula. Paula had to open her mouth to breathe. When Paula finally looked up at Steve, he could see her eyes were hot. In fact, Paula felt hot all over and knew that Steve would be able to see her excitement in her eyes and in the way that was breathing. Paula looked at him in spite of this, letting him see, and all the while the finger moved against the penned penis. Paula knew that she was deliberately taunting the penis to come out.
Lets take his pants off, Ginger said.
No, no, no, Paula breathed. Youre tricking me. We werent supposed to do this. The fear had come back full force.
Oh, Paula, Im not tricking you. Were just having fun. Now help me take off his pants.
Mmm mmm, said Paula, wide-eyed. Ginger had her hands on Steves crotch and was tugging at the zipper, working it over the bulge. Paula could not believe it. The fly was opening. White underpants showed, stretched by the bulge within. The fly kept widening until the bulge jutted through the breach. Paula held her breath as Ginger attacked the button at the top of the jeans. Suddenly, the whole front of the jeans gave way and Paula stared agape at the penis. The shaft was wrapped in white cotton but the bulbous head showed through the slit in the underpants like a purpled demon before the kneeling admirerers with their blue, batting eyes. For a time the only sound was the sound of breathing. Then Ginger laughed.
He looks silly stuck like that. We better take off
the dungarees. Come on Paula, I want you to help me this time.
All right, Paula said, softly. It was as though the penis had a power and the power had gotten inside her and was spreading like a virus, disabling what little will power she had left.
Ginger removed one of Steves shoes. Paula watched
at first but then, taking a deep breath, began to undo the other. The girls looked at each other and giggled when they
took hold of the sides of Steves pants and then the pants came down over Steves muscular legs and shoeless feet and only the white underpants remained.
You take them off, Ginger said.
Oh no, Paula begged, but the power was strong.
You have to, Paula. Its only fair. I did the fly.
Paula swallowed. She took a deep breath. She pinched the band of the underpants as far from the bulge as she could secure a grip. As Steve lifted, Paula yanked. She didnt look. She was afraid to look. She only looked at the underpants as they journeyed down Steves strong legs and when she dropped them on the floor. After that she looked.
Oh, I shouldnt look at him, Paula giggled.
Now thats a cock for you, Paula Ginger said.
Mmmm. I hope youre satisfied, Ginger,Paula said, crossly.
What do you mean?
I mean were just going to look at it, I mean him. Thats all were going to do. Thats what you said. Thats what you said!!!
Stop yelling. I said no such thing, Ginger laughed. The poor guy is all worked up. Look at him. He wants to cum, Paula. You and I are going to help him out.
No, no.
Ginger fastened her eyes on the boy-girl.
We have to. If we dont make him cum, Steve might fuck us. You wouldnt want that, would you?
The boy-girl didnt know what to say.
Do you want Steve to fuck you, Paula?
Paula swallowed.
Well, how are we going to...do it.
With our mouths of course, Ginger grinned. He likes to go inside girls mouths, especially when the girls are pretty and they have pretty mouths. I can see he likes your mouth a lot Paula. Its so pretty. Ill bet you can make him cum in no time.
Paula swayed on her knees as though she might faint.
Ill take this side and you take that side, okay?, Ginger said and her face dipped toward the cock and Gingers
mouth opened and she kissed the side of the cock, causing the cock to entertain a small, foreboding spasm. Then Ginger licked to where the balls were and she licked up again to the foreskin, leaving a trail of saliva that glistened on the hardness.
Mmmmm, she said, not closing her eyes, but taking Paula by her jersey and pulling her toward the cock.
The cock loomed in Paulas face. The girlboy breathed
through her open mouth and her parted lips brushed the side
of the cock. Paula closed her eyes and felt the cock against her lips. She heard Ginger say Mmmm, again. She wanted to say that too so she did say it and then Paula let her tongue out and licked the underside of the cock, licking it down to its base by the balls and licking it up and half way to the great cockhead she met Gingers tongue working the cocks other side and the two tongues licked like happy swords and then moved on, bathing the long hardness until the cock was wet all over with their saliva.
Mmmmm. You suck him first, Ginger said.
Paula brought her head back and looked at the cock. She looked at Gingers face, smiling at her. Gingers lips and chin were wet. Paula opened her mouth. She moaned and swayed on her knees. She liked being on her knees in front of the cock, it seemed only right and it thrilled her. Paulas opened her mouth and lowered her head. She had to open wide to get the bulbous head between her lips and make it pass over her tongue, filling the cavern of her mouth. Paula closed her eyes and then she sucked the cock. Paulas head bobbed and bobbed, making her curls jounce. She put her hands on Steves knees to steady herself. She opened her eyes and saw the top of the cock and saw the blur of brown hair that her nose approached when she went down on the cock.
The brand new cocksucker saw Ginger there by the cock but underneath she seemed to be and then Ginger came up and pushed at Paula, causing the cock to slip out of Paulas mouth.
Paula looked at the cock. It was drenched with drool and upright in hardness, waiting for a mouth, and now Ginger
went down on it and Paula watched the cock disappear into Ginger and she saw the shape of the cock in Gingers cheek
and she watched Gingers lips going up and down on the wet
shaft. Then Paula remembered and she ducked her head and
went underneath to where the balls were and they hung there, ugly and bloated and good to lick, and Paula licked them.
By and by Paulas tongue left the balls and licked up the
shaft until it encountered a descent of stretched lips and
Paula licked at Ginger and when this happened Ginger let the cock slide free and she and Paula kissed and licked each
other a bit.
Ginger smiled at her.
Make him cum in your mouth.
Paula looked at the cock. She put it in her mouth and
bobbed her head. In a minute, the cock came. The cum filled Paulas mouth and ran out beneath her lips and dripped down the cock while she sucked it, recapturing some
of the dripping cum when she would go down on it. Paula swallowed the cum but most of it she couldnt swallow because she didnt know how to swallow and suck at the same
time. Then the cock began to soften in Paulas mouth and
she let the cock fall out of her, all wet and dripping with cum and saliva.
Mmmmmm. That was good, Paula said, completely forgetting that she was only a make believe girl.
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