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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 022
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A fulllength novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
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Chapter 22
The Negotiation

Entering the living room, Dolores led Tim to a large, if somewhat
worn, couch. Tim sat down, and Dolores proceeded to glue herself to his
right side. "Something to drink?" Padma asked. "Tea, perhaps?"

"That would be fine," Tim replied gravely. Dolores nodded when Padma
asked her with her eyes, and Padma bustled off. Tim asked Dolores, "How
long should I stay?"

Dolores grinned, "I don't know if there's a practical limit! If Momma
let you in, Poppa approves of you! Poppa has strong ideas about honor and
obligation: you've been about as honorable as anybody could expect. When
Poppa comes home and hears about Nate, I may be in trouble because I haven't
spread for you here on the couch!"

Padma came back with the tea iced; Tim realized belatedly that it
needn't have been. Having handed out the glasses, she sat down in the
armchair opposite the couch and regarded the couple, smiling. Catching
Tim's eye, she began to question him directly, "You like my daughter?"

"Like doesn't begin to describe it!" Tim replied.

"You have plans after high school?"

"College. I'm up for a scholarship, and have been working for
tuition."

"Wife and children can kill such dreams." Padma dropped this bomb and
awaited his reaction, watching closely.

Tim's only reaction was a quick widening of the eyes. "It needn't.
Children should wait, though Dolores needs to go, too."

Padma beamed. "You fine man. Welcome to the family!"

Tim regarded Padma gravely, "I'll celebrate when your husband echoes
that sentiment."

Padma's smile took on a Mona Lisa quality. "You will wager?"

Tim smiled back, tightly. "Not likely, under the circumstances."

Dolores' eyes saucered. "Sugar, this is serious. Momma's people
arrange their marriages!"

Tim smiled gently. "I figured that. While I wouldn't hold you to
such a commitment, the goodwill of my prospective motherinlaw is not
something I'd take lightly." Turning back to Padma, he admonished, "My
parents are American, and have conventional American expectations about the
growth of a relationship over time."

Padma's face didn't change. "To do these things too quickly is bad,
yes? When you are doing it does not matter. Perhaps after the college..."
She shrugged, turning her palms out.

"I am unprepared; I have no ring," noted Tim.

A wave of the hand. "This can be at the proper time, after the
American custom!"

Dolores looked helplessly from one horse trader to the other, "Momma,
they don't do it this way here! Tim, Momma's serious! This is our wedding
you're negotiating!"

The pair turned to her in unison. "You object?" two voices enquired in
the same bland tone.

Dolores was unable to breathe. She couldn't decide whether to scream
at her mother for her presumption, or run across the ceiling yelling
'Yippee!'

Tim again regarded Padma. "Ultimately, this will be Dolores'
decision. She expects to have a say in this. I will not deny her the
right."

Padma regarded Dolores, frowning. "She is like her father in this. I,
too, must accede to this condition. We will call this 'conditions under
which you secure my blessing'. This is the proper Americanism?" Her
underlying tone left it very clear that, whatever the cover sheet looked
like, a contract of matrimony remained beneath.

"Am I still being bartered here?" Dolores asked sharply.

"Not without your active approval," Tim replied mildly, still watching
Padma. "Now be quiet, Baby I've got i's to dot and t's to cross!"

"I will not!"

Tim looked to Padma, "Will you excuse us for a moment?" At her nod,
he drew the fuming Dolores aside. When they stood in the kitchen doorway,
Tim faced Dolores. "Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust me?'

"Yes."

"Then you need to shut the fuck up and let me make your momma happy!"

Dolores tensed to rail at him for the vulgar treatment, then stopped,
realizing that Tim was watching her calmly to see what she would do next.
She thought for a moment. "This is about who's REALLY in charge of our
relationship, isn't it?"

"It didn't start out that way, but it is now. Baby, you KNOW this:
Your momma's people arrange marriages. That means that she considers the
American way to be uncontrolled foolishness. She's pretty sure she
understands and can control YOU but she needs to know that I'M serious.
She's being extremely generous this thing we're working out has more holes
in it than swiss cheese but she needs to feel comfortable that, barring
unforeseen circumstances, we're going to someday stand at an altar together
before she can release you to do what she KNOWS we're gonna do. She's
trying to protect you, the best way she knows how. The harder the bargain I
drive here, the more she KNOWS I'm serious, and the more comfortable she
will be with it."

Dolores began to sniffle a bit. Tim went on, "Now, one day soon, I'm
going to amble in with a ring in my hand, get down on my knee, and try to
fulfill all of your fantasies and at that point, you can make the call
but your momma wants something more practical and concrete, and I'm trying
to give it to her. The one really does lead to the other..." The enormity
of Tim's proposal poured over Dolores, and she began to cry in earnest. She
moved in and put her head on his shoulder and he soothed her, rubbing her
shaking shoulders with his big hands. "I value your pride and independence
more than you know but other people have needs, too, and you have to be
careful not to be too selfish..."

"Oh, Sugar, I'm so sorry!" Dolores quavered between sobs, "It just
seemed like I was being bartered like a sack of potatoes..."

Tim brought his head down and tilted her chin up so he could stare
into her eyes. "Baby, in a very real way, you are! The question you have
to ask yourself is 'Is the result what I want?' I've already fixed it so
that you don't have to answer the final question today the sole purpose of
the exercise is for your momma to get a hammerlock on ME. Now, can you let
me handle this?" A nod. "Is there any reason why I shouldn't?" Eyes
widened. An emphatic shake of the head 'No'. Tim took her hand, and they
resumed their seats on the couch directing their attention at the beaming
Padma, fingers still entwined.

Padma regarded Dolores. "Perhaps, daughter, you should excuse
yourself if this distresses you..."

Dolores, composed, returned her gaze. "No, Momma, this transaction
concerns me. I think I should witness it." She squeezed Tim's hand.

"I see that I AM in there, somewhere." Padma replied, smiling. She
then centered her attention on Tim. "You are satisfied with my daughter's
condition?"

Tim blinked. 'What?' he thought. He began thinking rapidly and
discovered both the thrust of the question and the minefield Padma had set
up behind it. "I am uncertain," he replied.

Dolores looked on, confused. Padma however, grinned like a shark.
"Again, you prove yourself a worthy opponent!" she declared. "You will
require proof? I would. I do!" she added, closing the trap.

But Tim wasn't in it! "An examination, then?" he asked, blandly.
"This will not damage her value in some other way?"

"You have not examined her before?"

"A gentleman doesn't reveal such things." Tim was enjoying himself.
No flat denials even though he was perfectly justified. No, this was
Padma's game, and he'd do nothing to decrease her enjoyment of it. This
game could only be played once.

"Daughter," Padma's tone was formal. "The question on the table is
your virginity whether you are, and whether it is important to your
betrothed!"

Tim turned to Dolores, and cocked an eyebrow, "And if it's
unimportant why!"

Dolores was thoroughly confused. "Huh? I don't understand!" She
mulled the questions a bit, then declared, "Of course I'm a virgin!"

Tim had the grace to look somewhat embarrassed. "Your mother insists
that you prove it..." At Dolores' shocked gasp, he continued, "Ostensibly,
this is to prove that you are unsullied, removing a possible objection I
could raise at a later date. Actually, she wants to know if I already got
it..." He regarded Padma sidelong. "Baby, the game has gotten serious.
Can you play? For both of us, you need to answer this question honestly
then you're gonna have to prove it!"

Dolores managed to recover her jaw from the floor. "How?"

Padma answered this one: "By direct examination. Of course, I can do
it and relay the results?" She directed another look at Tim.

"Not likely!" Tim growled, then grinned. "What kind of a bargain
would I be driving if I bought a pig in a poke? Of course, I could do the
exam..."

Padma returned the grin. "As you say not likely!"

"Okay, Baby, once more for the record are you virgin?" Tim
challenged. "If you say 'Yes', we're BOTH gonna want to see a hymen. If you
say 'No', there will always be some question what happened to it, and
whether I got it. I'm going to take your answer and bet both our reputations
on it. What do you say?"

Dolores gazed at Tim, then turned to her mother. "I'm a virgin!" she
declared. "How and where do you want me to prove it?"

Padma's consideration of an attempt at damage control was abruptly
rendered irrelevant as Tim threw his trump card. "This is an important
consideration I desire proof!"

Padma prepared to temporize. "When?"

Now Tim smiled like a shark. "Immediately! This could render other
negotiations irrelevant!"

Padma, outmaneuvered, stood and gestured toward the stair.
"Daughter, if we could use your room?" Dolores nodded and got up to follow
her, Tim close behind.

On the stair, she turned to Tim and asked "Why are we doing this?"

Tim replied, "Everybody wins. You prove you're a good girl, you
ease your momma's mind over the same subject and I get to play with your
pretty pussy!" This last was delivered with a wicked grin. Dolores smiled
in spite of herself, and began to swish her pert ass as she continued up the
staircase.

Once in Dolores' bedroom, things began to be strained. Dolores sat
on the bed. Padma blushed, and said to Tim, "My mother did this to me but
I am embarrassed. I will withdraw the issue..."

Tim shook his head. "It's too late. Honor is involved, for each of
us. Honor must be satisfied. Dolores?" He waved vaguely, indicating that
she should remove her capris. Dolores very pink did so, then, in a
rush, also removed her bikinis.

Tim virtually stopped breathing altogether. Dolores' neatly trimmed
pubic bush was about all he could see, since her legs were together, but it
was plenty to arouse him. Dolores looked up at Tim and all traces of
embarrent vanished. She smiled lazily and proceeded to spread her legs
wide, feet flat on the bed. Tim gasped as cinnamon colored flesh gave way
to pinker hues as her undoubtedly shaved thin labia appeared. As
Dolores opened her legs even wider, her nether lips separated, revealing the
shocking coral inner flesh. Tim would have given his left arm to stick his
tongue in that opening and it showed! "Okay, check her!" he croaked.

Padma, blushing, stepped forward. She started to wet her finger,
then stopped lubrication was NOT an issue! Dolores, eyes locked with Tim,
was powerfully aroused; dew could be seen dripping from her labia. Padma
ran her finger up the slit to lubricate it eliciting a gasp and a shudder
from her daughter and began gently penetrating her vaginal canal. She
quickly found what she was looking for an intact hymen and quickly
removed her finger, announcing "I am satisfied!" and looking away in
embarrent.

Dolores, for whom the activity was only mildly uncomfortable, never
took her eyes off Tim. "Now it's YOUR turn," she husked.

Tim stepped forward like an automaton. This one time, the
'honorable' thing never occurred to him the temptation was just too great.
He followed Padma's example, running his finger up Dolores' coral furrow to
lubricate it, then gently inserted it into her vaginal canal. As he did it,
however, he anchored his hand by pressing his thumb onto her clitoris.
Dolores, already aroused beyond reason by the bizarre situation, began to
climax just as his finger touched the frail barrier. Her eyes rolled up and
she began to undulate. Padma, who had been attempting to find something to
wipe her dampened finger on, ended up sucking it in her distraction at
watching her daughter's response to the touch of her lover. Tim retracted
his finger a bit to ensure that it didn't deflower his girlfriend, then
watch in fascination as her vaginal walls attempted to suck it back in. The
feeling was indescribable, and he almost came in his jeans! Realizing what
he had done, he rotated his thumb on the nub of her clitoris, ensuring that
she got the full effect of her climax. When she relaxed, he withdrew his
hand and somberly husked "I, too, am satisfied. I stipulate that further
examinations are unnecessary, and that I will not ask for a future
repetition!"

Padma nodded acceptance then realized that Tim had set up a
situation wherein he could proceed to deflower her at any time. She shook
her head he had outmaneuvered her again! "Daughter, put on a robe or
something and join us downstairs," she directed, turning to leave.
Fortunately, no one had noticed her sucking her daughter's tangy spend from
her finger; that lapse would have been thoroughly embarrassing to have to
explain!

Tim leaned down and kissed his girlfriend gently on the lips. "When
you're ready, Baby," he crooned, and followed Padma out.
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THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter TwentyFour

As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night,
night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be
fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your
hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure
of man.



CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43 Sioned Stuart, 42 Kavan Stuart, 16
Arial Stuart, 14 (and �) Kerry Stuart, 11 (almost 12) Kathryn Jenssen, 17
Lauren Andersen, 51 Stuart Andersen, 28 Joanne Andersen,25 Paul Andersen, 3
Luke Bridges, 25 Rachael Bridges, 26 Adrianna Bridges, 3

TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart Sioned Stuart Arial Stuart

(ARIAL)

Kerry wanted to go to the airport with Lauren and Dad to pick up Stuart,
Joanne, and little Paul. Dad had to tell him he couldn't go. Dad's
Mercedes was our biggest and nicest car, especially compared to the two old
ones he'd fixed up, but it didn't really carry more than five people. With
four grownups, Paul in a child's seat, and lots of luggage, there wouldn't
be room. Mom's little BMW was beautiful but it just didn't hold that much
luggage. They'd finally finished renovating Kavan's old pickup and he and
Kathryn loved to go everywhere in it. Dad had taken the little red Beamer
out of storage for me and he and Kavan and Kerry were working on it. It
was older than me and had over two hundred thousand miles on it but it was
still beautiful. Dad said I could have it when I got my license. It
wasn't drivable right now anyway.

Miss Lauren got dressed in the same blue pantsuit she'd worn when she
first came in our house. I told her how nice it was and she just said it
was her favorite travel suit because it was almost wrinkle proof. I got a
chance to look at it and I'll bet it cost a mint. Dad was in a hurry to
get dressed to go and he asked me to lay out some clothes for him. I put
some lightgray wool slacks and a burgundy knit shirt with his burgundy
loafers. I put him out some jockey shorts first but then I went back and
changed them to the silk boxers I'd given him for Christmas. I liked the
way he looked in them. I got a glimpse when he was going out the door and
I could tell he was hanging loose.

Mom told us she needed our help to get ready for our company. She'd
already made up a long list of stuff to get at the Warehouse Store on
Friday before we went to the cabin. She needed to get just enough
groceries to feed us for the next couple of days until we left. Kerry
asked if she would go by Ippolito's Deli and bring home some stuff for
dinner. They had every kind of homestyle Italian stuff you could think of
and Kerry loved anything with red sauce and lots of garlic.

Mom gave us instructions on how we were going to rearrange for sleeping
so us four kids started cleaning up and changing the beds. Lauren had said
Stuart and Joanne would do fine in the basement bedroom, even if they did
have to come upstairs to pee. Lauren was going to move in with me for a
couple of nights. I hoped she wouldn't want to have sex with me too. I
liked her a lot but not that way. Kerry was going to sleep on foam mats
with little Paul.

She said we had to have clothes on when she got back so the four of us
kids took a quick bath in the basement shower. Kavan and Kerry tried to
get us to give them blowjobs. Kathryn said no and I said no too. They
said they'd jack off if we didn't and we dared them. They both did. Kavan
squirted out a lot; I think Kerry did a little. When we dried off, we went
to our rooms to get dressed. Kerry grumbled something about hoping we
didn't have to wear clothes all the time they were here.

I put on some frayed jean shorts and a tube top. I wanted to let my
middle be bare. Dad says my navel's a jewel. He and Mom say I can have it
pierced when I'm sixteen if I keep making all A's at school until then.
Dad says he gets to pick the jewel to go in it. He wants me to have a real
diamond. Just a little one. That's what he made us do when Kavan and I
got our ears pierced when I turned thirteen. He said he'd let us do it if
we'd just wear the little diamond ones he bought for us. He said we were
his jewels. Kerry got mad and sulked and complained about not getting his
pierced. But he was only nine then. Dad said he'd let him have his
pierced if he made a whole year of solid A's. That made Kerry smile
because he knew that'd be easy for him. He had his pierced at ten. The
funny thing is that Dad went with him and had his pierced too. All of us
wore a pair of little diamonds except for Mom. She swapped hers out and
she had a pair of big diamonds she wore sometimes.

Mom came back with a carload of groceries so we all helped carry them
in. I knew she'd bring back some extra loves of Italian bread so I'd made
some olive oil with garlic and herbs to dip it in. She had to fuss at
Kavan and Kerry to make them stop eating and wait for dinner with the
family.

Mom called us all in the kitchen like she wanted to do an inspection.
She'd put on the new shorts and sandals Lauren and Kathryn had picked out
for her. She had her toenails and fingernails painted red and they
matched the red silk blouse she had on. She was a knockout. Kavan and
Kathryn looked good too. They'd put on matching khaki shorts and blue knit
shirts and were barefooted. I could tell Kathryn had fixed Kavan's hair
because it was neat all over. Kerry was really nice. He'd put on khaki
shorts too and a red shirt and he'd put on his nice sandals. He had too
much stuff on his hair but I could tell he'd tried. I knew I could fix it
for him. Mom looked at me kind of hard and didn't say anything but I knew
I had to change. I went back to my room and changed into khaki shorts too
but I got one of Kerry's dress shirts instead of a knit one. I rolled up
the sleeves a little and then rolled up the bottom of the shirt and tied
the ends together just under my breasts. I didn't need to wear a brassiere
and I left the shirt unbuttoned down to where it was tied. It looked nice
and still let my naval show. I put on my good sandals too.

It seemed like we all ran down at once. We couldn't think of anything
else that needed doing and Dad and Lauren weren't back yet. Mom got tired
of us cutting up and laughing and stuff so she made us go to our rooms and
start packing to go the cabin. I couldn't understand why she wanted us to
take one set of clothes for each day since we usually didn't wear any. I
went looking for Mom; she was in her bedroom packing.

I didn't know what to say and I was too mixed up to know what to ask.

"Mom, I'm scared."

She looked at me real hard. I guess she could see I wanted to talk to
her about sex and Luke and what might happen at the cabin.

"Honey, you don't need to be scared. Let me help you think about what
you want to do. You don't need to push yourself into something just
because Luke's going to be with us at the cabin for a week. I know you
love Luke but that doesn't mean you've got to have sex with him. It won't
hurt you to wait a few more years. Even if Luke has sex with you, I don't
believe he'd hurt you.

"Mom, I'm not scared of being hurt that way. I remember seeing Luke and
Rachael do it when I was little. I've seen you and Dad do it. I've seen
Kavan and Kathryn more than once. The showed me and Kerry how to do it
with a rubber this afternoon. Dad and Luke and Kavan've all got big dicks,
I guess. But you and Rachael and Kathryn all looked like you loved what
they were doing. It didn't look like you were being hurt.

"Then why are you scared?"

"I'm scared of growing up, I guess. I've been having periods for a
couple of years so I know my body's already grown up. I just don't know if
I can do what you do to keep Dad happy, how it'd be to have a man who wants
to fuck me all the time. That's a lot of responsibility and I don't see
how I could handle that. And then when I think about having a man's baby,
that scares me even more."

"Arial, it isn't just a man who wants to have sex. A woman wants it
they same way a man does. She wants to feel him inside her. If that's
what you're feeling, you're just normal, that's all."

"I don't really know what I want, Mom. When Luke and Rachael were here
a few months ago, I'd look at him and think about what it'd be like. I was
looking his dick once and it started getting hard. I looked up at his face
and he was looking at me watching him. I wanted him so bad I felt like I
was sick. I dreamed about him that night and used my fingers to get back
to sleep."

"There's nothing wrong with that, honey. I've done the same thing. You
know I was the first woman Luke ever made love with. Maybe he and Rachael
would think it's OK for him to be your first. I don't see why not."

"You wouldn't be ashamed of me, Mom?"

"No Arial. I'll never be ashamed of you for being a woman. If you're
sure that it's what you want, I'll help you any way I can."

"You'll help me talk with Rachael?"

"Yes."

"And you'll help me with contraception? I practiced putting condoms on
Kavan and Kerry yesterday. Those spermicidal sponges you got for me I
put one in like you told me last night. I messed up the first one but I
got the second one in OK. It's still in me and it doesn't bother me except
I feel funny knowing it's in me."

"They're messy, Arial, but they work. I used them when I was nursing
you or else your Dad used a condom. We did that for over a year after you
were born. Then I went back on the pill and I thought our family was
complete. Turned out an antibiotic kept the pill from working and I got
pregnant with Kerry. You need to remember there's no such think as
foolproof contraception."

"I will, Mom. But I want you to tell me about something else. Kathryn
tells me stuff when I ask her about her and Kavan.

"What's that?"

"I want to know how to give a man a good blowjob, how to do it right.
And why guys like it if you swallow their stuff. I want to know what it's
really like when Dad has his dick in you. What does it feel like to you?
And what is it you do to make sure you come if you want to? Kathryn
doesn't like it when Kavan comes in her and then wants to go to sleep."

She told me. Stuff I'd never read in books. Stuff Kathryn didn't know.
She saw me smiling more and more as she told me. I wasn't scared anymore.
She kept telling me more good stuff as we fixed dinner. She told me how to
give a man a good blowjob and how to tell when he was about to come. She
told me how she liked to sit on top of Dad, with his cock in her cunt, so
she could press her clitoris against his pubic bone. Or he could rub it
with his thumb or she could do it with her fingers. I was teasing her
about how she could get Dad's big cock that deep inside here when I
realized that I was just teasing her about what I wanted from Luke. I went
looking for Kerry.

I found him in the family room stretched out on the couch watching old
cartoons. It was an old one about Elmer and Buggs and music from Rossini's
Il Barbiere di Siviglia. Dad loved that one too.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall to the bathroom. I made
him sit on the pot while I fixed his hair. When he stood up, he grabbed me
by the shoulders and gave me a little smack on the lips. He was already
taller than I was. I wanted to do something else for him.

I got a fluffy towel and folded it over to four thicknesses. I put it
on the floor in front of him and got down on my knees. He looked down at
me with the biggest grin and I knew he knew what I wanted to do. I took my
time undoing his belt and then unbuttoning his shorts. I slid them down on
his thighs real slow. He had on white briefs underneath and he really
looked sexy. His dick was pretty big now and I guessed he was already half
hard. He stayed that way most of the time.

I put my hands on his bulge and I wanted to put my mouth there too but I
didn't want to get lipstick on his shorts. I didn't think it'd matter if I
got it on his dick because he could wipe it off. He might not have time to
change before Dad got back though.

When I pulled his briefs down his dick got stiff so quick I knew he was
good for another one. I'd felt bad for him when I gave him the first one
earlier today. It wasn't really a good blowjob. It was more like he was
really jacking off while I had my mouth over the head of his dick. He was
the one who'd made himself come. I hadn't. And when he shot that sticky
stuff up on the roof of my mouth, I'd rounded it up with my tongue and spit
it out on his stomach. He didn't complain though. When he'd jacked off
with Kavan in the shower, I couldn't tell how much he came then but it
looked like some more came out. Maybe this time I could swallow it without
thinking it was Luke.

I made him put his hands behind his back and then held his dick down so
I could reach it. I tried to do what Mom had told me. It seemed like I
ought to do it down with my hand and down with my lips. Then up with both.
But Mom said do it down with my hand and then up with my lips. So I was
sucking up on the head while his skin was stretched down real tight. I
could tell Kerry felt the difference right away. He took a deep breath and
sort of held it and I couldn't tell if he ever let it out. Mom was right.
It didn't take that long. When I'd started, Kerry's balls were hanging
down real loose. A couple of minutes later, I had them so tight at the
base of his cock they weren't even swinging anymore. It made me feel good
that I could do that to him.

He started rocking his hips back and forth a little so I decided to try
what Mom had said. I took a deep breath and squeezed it down and then let
his dick slid in until the head hit the back of my throat. It didn't gag
me; she was right. The second time, it made me almost puke but I stopped
and started deep breathing again. It worked. If I timed it just right, I
could sort of take deep breaths and let his dick slid in until I could feel
his pubic hair on my nose. It wasn't that bad. I curved one hand up under
his balls and pressed my fingers back where Mom said his prostate was.
That worked too.

"Arial, I'm gonna come."

I didn't say anything and I guess he was satisfied he'd warned me once.
He put his hands on the side of my face and I just held still but kept
sucking like I was trying to pull it out of him. He could come again after
all and something definitely came out. I felt it like a warm puddle on the
back of my tongue. I eased off a little and swallowed. With my head
tilted up a little, it went right down. It didn't stick and gag me after
all. I waited like Mom told me and then milked him down a couple of times
to get the rest. I took my mouth off and milked him down again and one
more little white glob oozed out. It was like Mom said. The last little
bit stayed in the pipes and would ooze out and get all over the bed unless
it was cleaned up right away. I licked it off the end of his dick and then
sort of swirled in around in my mouth to see how it really tasted. It
wouldn't win any prizes at Betty Crocker but it wasn't that bad. Not too
nasty. But I sort of liked it.

I heard tires scrunch on the driveway and knew Dad was back. I looked
down and Kerry's dick did have lipstick all around it. Kerry just stood
there grinning like I was supposed to do something. I grabbed a cloth and
wet it and put some liquid soap on it. I tried to be careful but I think I
got his briefs a little wet. I got the lipstick off though. He pulled his
briefs back up and rearranged everything inside and then pulled his shorts
back up and fixed his belt. He looked down and then up at me.

"S'OK?"

"Yeah! Me?"

He took the wet cloth and wiped my mouth off. I knew all my lipstick
was gone but I didn't think it'd matter if I didn't' have any on. Unless
Mom saw. But I didn't think she'd fuss at me. She'd told me I just needed
to practice.



(KIERAN)

Almost as soon as we left the house to drive to the airport, Lauren had
her laptop computer up and running and started reading something on it.
She'd look up every once in a while and I'd ask her a question.

"Do you really think Stuart and Joanne are going to be OK with us? It
may sound strange to you but I want him to think of me as his father too. I
don't want to take Paul's place. But you know how I am about family. I
want Stuart to be part of my family and my life from now on."

"Kieran, relax and watch your driving. Don't worry so. I told you
everything's going to be just fine."

"Well, I don't know what he's going to think about our nudity. You seem
to have accepted it OK. Did you and Paul raise Stuart and his sister
anything like we're raising our kids?"

"We didn't have a pool and we didn't have the warm weather you have. We
did have a sauna. We moved into the house I'm selling when Stuart was
seven or eight and we had the sauna installed. We started off using it in
towels. Paul got tired of trying to keep one in place and just quit. I
did too and the kids were tickled pink. They thought it was the greatest
thing to sit in the sauna with us with nothing on. We still use it
together. I was in there naked with Stuart and Joanne and little Paul the
week before I left."

"Yeah, but how about the sex part? How open were you and Paul about sex
with your kids?"

"Maybe not as open as you and Sioned but we did talk about everything. I
still remember how embarrassed Stuart was when we talked to him about oral
sex. I think he was about twelve then and just starting into puberty. He
couldn't believe we did it. That big truck wants to change lanes."

"Yeah, but our kids have actually seen us having sex. They've seen us
having oral sex. Damn, that was a good way of teaching them something.
They still talk about it. Did you see that little shit in that Corvette?
He's gonna kill himself."

"Just hope he's the only one. Did you ever go backpack camping with
your kids?"

"No, we've never got into camping since we've got the cabin."

"That was our favorite family thing. We did it about eight months out
of the year. The warmer the weather the higher up in the mountains we'd
hike. There are trails there that are mapped for the number of days it
usually takes to cover them. We'd do threeday, twonight hikes most of
the time."

"You and Paul and the kids?"

"Yes, we'd carry one tent, four sleeping bags, all our food and gear.
We had no trouble finding water we could purify and drink."

"You all slept in one tent, huh?"

"About eight square feet of hard ground. When you've been walking all
day, you don't have much trouble sleeping."

"Didn't have much privacy, did you?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. If it was warm enough we'd bath
naked in little streams or lakes. The water was usually so cold Paul said
he wanted to tie a string to his dick so he could find if when he got out.
Marie and Stuart thought that was funny and kept joking about it. The next
time we went camping, we found a snow lake snow melt with huge flat
boulders all along the shore. The rocks were warm from the sun so we
decided to sleep on one in our sleeping bags big mistake too hard.
Stuart and Paul decided to try to swim. When Stuart took his clothes off,
he turned his back, something he didn't usually do. When he turned around,
he had a big red piece of string tied around his dick. I hope I never
forget stuff like that."

"Did you and Paul ever make love while you were camping? When the kids
were around?"

"In the same tent. Sometimes we'd sleep on top of our sleeping bags.
Sometimes in them. Sometimes we'd zip them together. I think at first
we'd try to wait for the kids to go to sleep but it didn't work. Almost
every time, they'd let us know later that they were awake and knew what we
were doing. How much farther to the airport?"

"About ten minutes. So they got used to you and Paul doing it in the
tent with them, huh?"

"Yes. If the weather was cold and we camped lots of time in near
freezing weather we'd take just two larger insulated sleeping bags. Paul
and I'd be in one snuggling up in our thermal underwear and the kids'd be
in the other the same way. I don't know what they did but Paul was always
good at finding a nice warm space to put his dick."

"With no help from you, I'm sure."

"A little, just a little nudge once or twice to get it started right.
Marie and Stuart would start giggling and whispering and I'd wonder what
they were up to. Before she moved to Alaska with her husband, she and I
had a long talk about things we'd done as a family. She told me she and
Stuart used to give each other some good orgasms but she'd never let him
get his in a warm spot. The sign says your turn's three miles."

"This guy, Jack, the one you told me about, the one whose wife died from
cancer. Are you still thinking of inviting him to come for a visit?"

"He's already invited. The architectural firm that's building my house
is going to fly my architect here on their jet. Jack's coming with him.
They'll be here two weeks from today and they'll stay a week. I've made
reservations for them to stay at the same motel."

"What's he like?"

"He's taller that you. He looks a little like Howard Keel, the movie
star. He's got long dark hair and a beard. It's all starting to get lots
of gray in it. He's still slim and sexy though. You'll have something in
common with him. He likes opera too. He's got a deep baritone voice.
He'd look great playing Mephistopheles in Faust but his voice isn't quite
opera quality. He's a great guy to be around, always full of life and fun.
I hope Sioned likes him."

"Sioned? Don't you want me to like him too?"

"I know you'll like him. Your personalities are so much alike. But if
he and I hit it off, he'll be a permanent part of my life. I was sort of
thinking you and Sioned and Jack and I might have a lot in common."

"Oh, does that mean what I think it does."

"For god's sake, Kieran. It doesn't mean anything in particular. Get
your mind out of the gutter. I want to try him out in bed before I let
anybody else get hold of him. I'd just like us to be close friends."

"Well, `scuze me, Ma'am. I'm gonna change the subject. Is Marie happy
in Alaska? What's her husband do?"

"Loves it. He's a ship pilot. Guides the big ships in and out of the
harbor. He owns a couple of fishing boats too and complains because he has
to send them out too often without him. He loves fishing. He sends us an
airexpress cooler of something the first of every month. I never know
what'll be until I get it. He thinks we can't get good seafood because we
live a few hundred miles inland. There's the sign for shortterm parking."

"I see it. You're almost as good a copilot as Sioned. Can you call
Marie and get him to ship the next load down to us?"

"I don't know what they're catching this season. Will you all eat
whatever it is?"

"If it doesn't eat us first. I love grouper or snapper fixed Greek
style. Luke and Rachael are over on the coast. They're bringing shrimp to
the cabin. They're about the same age as Stuart and Joanne. Did Sioned
tell you what we did with Luke and then with Rachael when he first came to
live with us?"

"Yes, she told me. I guess Sioned and I are both alike. We both like
teenage boys."

"They come see us about every few months. We've slept four in a bed
with them more than once, even since they married. That's the sort of
thing I worry about Stuart and Joanne knowing."

"I don't see why. I'm sure you were doing whatever with Sioned and Luke
was doing the same with Rachael. You were, weren't you?"

"Well sure, but sometimes we got mixed up with who we were doing it
with. Just by accident."

"You said there was a kingsize bed in the upstairs bedroom at the
cabin, didn't you?"

"Yes. What'd you have in mind? Who're you going to invite? Kerry?"

"No, Kieran. I'm not going to invite anybody. You and I are going to
arrange for two couples to sleep up there. We'll take care of their little
kids while they do."

"You mean Stuart and Joanne with Luke and Rachael?"

"Yes, I think that'd be a great way for them to get to know each other,
don't you?"

"Lauren, you're just as conniving now as you were twentysomething years
ago."

"I know, but I do think they'd make a great foursome. Don't you?"

"Yeah, I think they would. We're early. Let's get some coffee and then
go wait for them."

I turned into the multilevel parking garage and started looking for a
parking space. When I went around the first curve, Lauren put one hand on
my leg. When I went around the next, she moved her hand up a little
higher. By the time I finally found a space on the third level, she had her
hand on my crotch. I was glad I'd worn those sexy boxer shorts Arial had
given me for Christmas. I needed the room. Every time she squeezed it was
like she was pumping me up. I parked and got out of the car.

"Come around to my side."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. I said come around to my side."

When I opened the door, she handed me her laptop computer.

"Put it on the roof of the car and open it up and start it up."

I did what she told me.

"Now pretend you're reading something on it."

She turned halfway out of the car. I looked down and saw one long leg,
covered in that beautiful blue pantsuit. She stuck her knee between mine
and sort of pushed my legs apart. I wondered what the hell she was up to.

I found out soon enough. She slid my zipper down as neatly as it's ever
been done and pulled my dick out before I could say anything. I finally
said something.

"What're you doing? We can't do anything here. Cars'll be going past
every few minutes."

"With your tinted windows, they can't see me. All they'll see is a man
looking at something on a computer. That's all they'll notice."

She grabbed my belt with one hand and pulled my pants lower and at the
same time fished around in my crotch with the other. She pulled my balls
out too.

"There. That looks nice."

"For god's sake, Lauren. We can't do anything here."

"You've said that, Kieran, and you're wrong. I can do what I want to.
Now shut up and enjoy."

I glanced down and watched her as she leaned forward and took the head
of my dick in her mouth. She'd worn lipstick and the first time she slid
her lips back off the shaft, she left red smears. I almost panicked. What
if Sioned saw that? Or the kids? Oh, shit. I'd better remember to clean
it off before anybody sees it. Damn, I wanted it but at the same time I
didn't.

"Lauren," I said, and that's as far as I got. Her mouth clamped down on
me again and I knew I'd lost this battle. My mind flashed back to the
first time, over a quarter century ago to the first time she'd done this
and the sense of wonder I'd felt. Maybe it was the open location we were
in or maybe it was just Lauren but I did feel almost like I was a kid
again. I let my eyes close and I surrendered to what she was doing with her
mouth on my dick. Every time a car'd go up the ramp, I'd open them and try
not to look like a damn fool. She was probably at me no more than three or
four minutes five cars passed before I felt something boiling up down
at the base of my cock.

"Lauren, I'm gonna come."

She didn't say anything and I knew I'd warned her once. I put both
hands on the top of the car door opening and held still while she kept
sucking like she was trying to pull it out of me. I guess she got what she
wanted. I hope nobody passed and saw my face when I came. It felt like it
was coming out the bottom of my spine, through my balls, and out my dick.
Lauren kept sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing. I could feel
her tongue working sort of around and under the head of my cock.

When I finally started breathing again, I looked down. She still had it
in her mouth and was just gently sucking on it. I couldn't stand any more
and I couldn't stand to tell her to stop. She finally did. She looked up
at me and smiled. I smiled back. She looked down again and started
milking my dick. It started softening and she milked it a couple of times
until she saw one more white glob ooze out. She licked it off the end and
sort of worked her mouth like she was savoring it. Damn, too much.

When she was finished, she gently tucked my balls back in my shorts,
slid my foreskin back down, and then put my dick away. She zipped up my
fly and then patted me right on the crotch.

"Ok, you can shut down my computer now. And don't forget to wash your
dick before you go swimming tonight. You've got lipstick all over it."

She turned back in the car and I stooped down and watched as she lowered
the sun visor, turned on the light, and checked her makeup in the mirror.
She flashed those eyes at me and smiled and reapplied her lipstick.

We were walking into the terminal when Lauren said, "Thank you."

I didn't know what I was being thanked for. "Huh? For what?"

"For you and Kerry. I've had two teenage boys for lovers and they're
father and son. Not many women are that lucky. I wish you could know what
it's like to see the expression on a boy's face, the wonder in his eyes,
when he comes in a woman for the first time."

"You're a damn good teacher, Lauren. You probably changed my life. I
know you did. And all for the better."

"Is it OK if I sneak Kerry off one afternoon while we're at the cabin?
I've got to tell him that he's on his own now. Him and Kavan and maybe
you. I'd like to give him a little present to remember me by."

"Are you going to give Kavan one too?"

"I don't know. Seems like he's getting plenty from Kathryn."

"Yeah, they are a horny couple of kids. I guess you're right. We'd
better knock it off with each other so you can have a better chance at
Jack."



(SIONED)

I was surprised when Kieran and Lauren came in with Stuart, Joanne, and
Paul. They had on jeans and sweatshirts, even little Paul. I don't know
what I'd expected but, after learning how welloff Lauren was, I guess I'd
expected them to be dressed as expensively as she was when she arrived.
She'd worn her blue pantsuit to go pick up Stuart and Joanne and it still
looked fresh and beautiful on her. I expected Stuart to look like Kieran;
Lauren had told me he was tall and lean and blond like Kieran and like
Paul too. Even so, the resemblance was startling. In height and build, he
was exactly like Kieran at the same age. His hair was the same blond to
light brown as Kieran's, Arial's and Kerry's. Kieran had worn his fairly
short for as long as I'd known him. Stuart's was longer. He parted it in
the center and it draped down over each ear and, when he bent over to put
Paul down, over his eyes. His eyes were a little different from Kieran's
but, at first glance, exactly the same as Kerry's. Around his mouth and on
his chin, his whiskers were barely visible. He was a handsome young man
with a serious look on his face until he smiled and then his face came
alive in warmth. Kieran could never deny him as his son even if he had
wanted to.

Joanne was a slim young woman. Her hair was so dark it was almost black
and long, down onto her shoulders. Her eyes were blue, fading to gray in
the center. Her face was beautiful by anyone's standards. She was almost
as tall as Stuart, even taller than me. She gave us the same sort of smile
and her face lit up.

Little Paul had evidently been sleeping. He clung to his father's legs
and seemed reluctant to let go until Arial got down on her knees and held
out her hand to him. He looked up at his mother, she nodded, and he walked
over to Arial. He looked like a perfect little threeyear old boy.

I don't think introductions were needed since we'd already talked on the
phone but I went through the ritual anyway.

Stuart asked, "Paul, do you need to use the bathroom?"

Paul didn't answer.

"Will he let me take him?" Arial asked.

"Paul, if Arial shows you where the bathroom is, do you need to pee?"

He nodded.

Arial held out her hand and Paul took it. She led him down the hall to
the small halfbath. She was back with him in a couple of minutes and they
were both smiling at each other.

I explained about the sleeping arrangements, that we wanted them to
sleep in the kingsize bed in the basement but that there was no bathroom
down there. I asked if they needed to use the bathroom before we showed
them down there.

"I'm fine," Joanne said. "I went during our layover in Atlanta. I
would like to get out of these jeans and sweatshirt. It's warmer here and
the humidity is higher. I can see why you're wearing shorts and a light
shirt."

I asked Kavan and Kerry to help them take their luggage down to the
basement bedroom. I asked Kathryn and Arial to finish getting dinner
ready. I took Kieran's hand and led him down the hall to our bedroom. I
knew he was wondering what I was up to. When I led him into the bathroom,
I think he was beginning to be worried a little.

"Take your pants down," I said.

"Huh? What for? We don't have time to fool around now."

"I know, Kieran. Just take your pants down."

He looked me in the eye and I think he knew I knew. He unbuckled his
belt, unzipped his pants and let them fall as far as they'd go. He was
standing there in his burgundy silk boxers and I could see the rim around
the head of his cock as clearly as if he'd been naked.

"Now your boxers."

He looked at me again and I suppose he figured he'd been set up. He
slid his boxers down and I looked at his cock. Lipstick. All over the
skin on the shaft. I lost.

"Arial talked to me and Lauren about what to get for you to wear to the
airport. She said she wanted you to wear the silk boxers she gave you for
Christmas. Said you looked good enough to eat in them. Dared Lauren to
give you a blowjob before you two got back. I bet Lauren she wouldn't.
Looks like I lost."

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and then got a cloth, waited for
the water to run warm and wet it, put liquid soap on it, and then gently
washed his dick clean. He was still standing there looking like he
couldn't figure it all out when I left to make sure dinner was ready. Poor
Kieran. I dearly loved him even if he didn't have a clue sometimes.

Kathryn and Arial had finished preparing our Italian buffet. They'd put
the food on the kitchen bar and set up a large folding table on the deck.
Stuart and Joanne and Paul came back up from the basement wearing the same
thing the rest of us were, barefooted and just shorts and a shirt. Little
Paul had on a onepiece boy's jumper. We set the hot dishes out of the
warming oven and everything was ready. Ippolito's special of the day was
brachiole, stuffed steak roll in red sauce. I tasted it at the deli and
got it for our dinner entr�e because I knew Kerry'd love it. I asked him
to slice it and arrange it on a platter. He did it like a professional
chef, except that he ate all the little pieces. I made sweetened and
unsweetened tea and Kieran opened a bottle of wine.

The Italian dinner was a hit with everyone, even little Paul. Arial got
him to try the steak roll and then he wanted to taste everything else.
Stuart ate like one of my sons or maybe both of them. Dinner was nonstop
talking. I thought about asking the kids to slow down with their questions
so Stuart and Joanne could eat. Kerry never seemed to run out of things to
ask as usual. I suppose he'd been paying attention when we'd talked about
Stuart. He asked him if he'd already graduated from college.

"Yes, Kerry. Three times."

"Three times?"

"Yeah, I have a BS, an MS, and a Ph.D. Do you know what those college
degrees stand for?"

Kerry shook his head no.

"Well, BS stands for bull stuff, MS stands for more stuff, and Ph.D.
stands for piled higher and deeper."

It took Kerry about one second to substitute the four letter word for
the five letter one. Kerry started laughing and infected the rest of us.

When the questions finally slowed down, Stuart held up his hand and
looked at Lauren.

She looked at him, clearly puzzled. "What is it?"

"Joanne has something to say."

All eyes shifted to Joanne. She was looking at Lauren.

"You're going to be a grandmother again in about seven months."

For the next few minutes, Joanne was busy answering Lauren's questions.
I watched Kieran while they were talking. I was glad that nothing was said
about him being a grandfather again. I wondered how he felt and if he was
wondering how I felt about the news. I really didn't mind; I was happy for
him. I knew my own three kids would make us grandparents often enough
someday, just not yet.

The kids and I cleared the table and put the food away. I was about to
invite everybody to go for a swim but Stuart beat me to it. He was
standing on the edge of the deck looking down the hill at the pool.

"Mom told me she went for a swim the first day she was here. Little
Paul's never been in an outdoor pool. Do you think we could go for a swim
and let him play?"

I thought I'd better warn him about how wild the kids got sometimes.
"If you and Joanne are ready, we are. We usually just undress here on the
deck or in the family room and then go down the deck stairs. I'll warn
you, these four kids get a little rough in playing sometimes. If they'll
promise to hold it down at little and be easy with Paul, we'll let them go
with us."

We all stripped off on the deck. Lauren's assurance that Stuart and
Joanne would be OK with nudity was right. They didn't hesitate to take off
everything along with the rest of us. Kathryn and Arial watched Stuart
and, I'll admit, so did I. If he saw he was being watched, he paid it no
attention.

Stuart was slim and hardmuscled, very much like Kieran at that age.
Kieran was finally beginning to get lovehandles on his waist. Stuart's
waist was just two smooth curves. He looked like he had almost no body
fat. He was tanned except for the white outline of briefs around his
middle. Above the waist he had little body hair except for a smear of blond
hair in the middle of his chest. Below the waist, he was just like his
father. He had a blond thatch of pubic hair and his thighs and calves were
lightly covered with the same light hair. He wasn't circumcised and I
wondered why. I thought I remembered that Kieran had said Lauren's husband
was circumcised.

Stuart got his eyes full while we were undressing. Three strange women.
One redhead, one blonde, one brunette. He was almost drooling.

Paul was a beautiful little cherub. He wasn't circumcised either.

Joanne was tanned like Stuart. She had small beautiful breasts that
showed no signs of wear from raising a child. She'd shaved her pubic hair
so that only a small patch was left.

When Kieran stripped, I saw Lauren and Arial checking him out. The skin
on the shaft of his dick was the same color as always. No lipstick. I
wondered if Arial knew whether I'd won or lost the bet. She looked at
Lauren and they both smiled. She knew.

When I looked around at my kids, I saw that someone else had been doing
a little shaving too. Kavan's red bush was trimmed short and neat.
Kathryn's dark pubic hair was so short that nothing was hidden anymore. I
couldn't tell if Arial's little silken blond patch was shorter or not.
Kerry saw me looking at them and gave me a big grin. He came over and
whispered in my ear, "I shaved Kathryn."

Lauren and I took Paul to the shallow end of the pool and slowly coaxed
him into the water. Kieran sat on the steps going down into the pool and
watched. The four kids started their usual wild play in the deep end of
the pool and soon drew Stuart and Joanne into the melee. I kept half an
eye on them, ready to call them off if they got too wild with Joanne. Just
as I thought, Kerry tried to use her to escape from his brother. She was
standing just on the edge of the deep part, in water up to her breasts,
when he swam over to her and wrapped his long arms and legs around her. I
expected her to be surprised but it was Kerry who got the surprise. She
wrapped her arms around him, pulled him up close and kissed him on the
lips. He pulled back for just a second and then returned the kiss.

Just beyond them I saw Stuart disappear under the water. A couple of
seconds later, Kerry was dragged under like the shark attack victim in
Jaws. He came up yelling and splashing. Stuart came up next to him with a
big smile on his face. I guessed that Lauren had warned them of Kerry's
tactics. Kerry was yelling something about no fair and being grabbed there
but I saw he was laughing. Stuart attacked again I suppose. I couldn't
see his hands under the water but evidently Kerry could feel them. He
tried to fight Stuart off by splashing water in his face. When Stuart
pressed the attack, Kerry swam to the shallow end of the pool.

"Dad, Stuart tried to pull my dick off!"

"Didn't either," Stuart yelled. "He's making it up, Grandpa."

Lauren and Kieran and I refused to get involved. Lauren held little
Paul and we sat and watched as the six of them played and laughed to
exhaustion. Paul was snuggled up to his grandmother's breasts and his eyes
were halfclosed. Lauren saw me looking at him.

"I think he's ready for bed," she said. "Do you think we could give him
a quick shower? I usually help him brush his teeth and then I read to him
before he goes to sleep."

Neither of us had got our hair wet so we showered quickly with little
Paul and took him upstairs. I spread the foam mats on the floor in the
living room for Paul and Kerry and covered them with sheets. I tossed
pillows and blankets on the mats.

"Unless it gets really hot, we like to sleep with the air conditioning
off and the windows open. Kerry usually sleeps naked. Sometimes if he
gets cool, he uses the blanket. Do you think Paul will be OK like that?"

"He's a heavy sleeper," Lauren answered. "Just like his father and
grandfather." She realized what she'd said. "I guess I'll always call Paul
his grandfather. I hope it doesn't hurt Kieran's feelings if I say it
around him."

"It won't. Kieran and I've talked about it. He wants Stuart to know
Paul was his real father. He doesn't want Paul remembered any other way.
He just wants to give his love to Stuart too, now that he has a chance."

I found some children's books left over from my own kids, some of the
Seuss classics I couldn't bear to part with, and gave them to Lauren.

"I need to take some extra towels downstairs for them to shower with," I
said. "I'll probably wait and bring the wet ones back up and run a load of
laundry."

The others were just coming in the basement door when I got downstairs.
Kavan and Kerry were still at it with Stuart horse play, grabass,
whatever. I sat on the steps and watched while they all got in the shower
together. Kavan went looking for the old bench and found it near his
weightlifting bench. I wondered if someone had been using it to watch him
do his exercise routine, maybe with Kathryn on board.

They sat Stuart and Joanne down on the bench side by side and started
with a shampoo for both. When they finished, they made the two of them
stand and proceeded to scrub them down from head to toes. Lauren came down
then with little Paul and sat down with me to watch. Little Paul showed me
his clean white teeth and then curled up in Lauren's lap again. When Arial
started washing Stuart's dick and balls, he got a hard on and I think he
was almost embarrassed. As usual, Kerry had one almost from the moment
they got in the shower. I guess Arial and Kathryn didn't want Kieran and
Kavan to feel left out so they gave them a good soapy washing too. Joanne
decided to help out too and helped Kieran firm up even more. When they got
through, the four males were standing in a row, all four sporting
erections. Kerry decided to show off. He put his hands together behind his
butt and flexed his muscles so that his dick started jumping up and down.
The others watched and then Kavan joined in. Kerry got in front of Kavan,
facing him and they continued with their display. Finally Kerry grabbed
Stuart's hand and pulled him up closer, inviting him without a word to join
in. He tried but he seemed to have lost some of his hardness. Arial saw
him dr0oping a little and decided to help out. Her long slim fingers had
him pointing upward in only a minute or so. He tried again and found he
could flip his almost as well as Kerry. I'd seen Kerry demonstrate it too
many times so I knew he was the master of the technique. Kieran was
standing to one side watching until Arial decided to give him a little
encouragement. She used those little fingers again on his cock and balls
and got him into the display. He might have been the biggest but he wasn't
the best. All he could manage was a few weak waggles before he burst out
into laughter.

Upstairs, Kavan and Kathryn carried some extra chairs out on the deck
and then did a pillow run so everybody could be comfortable. Arial wanted
to read to little Paul too so she and Kerry took him to the living room
where the mats were side by side in one corner. Everybody else started out
on the deck and I stopped them and asked them to go through the kitchen and
get something to drink. I pulled out orange juice, cranberry juice, beer,
and the rest of a bottle of wine. I knew Kieran and Kavan would pick beer
and they did and then Stuart did too. Lauren got two glasses of crushed
ice, poured cranberry juice on one, and handed it to Joanne. She reached
under the bar and found the vodka, poured herself some over ice, and then
topped it off with cranberry juice. She saw me looking at her drink and
held it out to me to taste. I tried it, liked it, and fixed myself the
same thing. Kerry came in and said little Paul was asleep and Arial wanted
to stay with him a few minutes. I saw him get a glass of crushed ice and,
when he looked at the vodka, I shook my head no. He settled for orange
juice.

We sat for a couple of hours, getting to know each other. I was afraid
the kids would wear Stuart and Joanne out with questions but both were
patient in answering. Somewhere about ten, Joanne leaned over and curled
up against Stuart. I could see her eyes were almost closed and guessed it
was time for all of us to go to bed.



We all slept until about eight on Friday morning. I was half awake,
trying to decide between peeing and sleeping, when I felt Kieran roll out
of bed. When he came out of the bathroom and then left our bedroom, I knew
he was going for a run as he usually did when he didn't have to work.

I rolled out too, peed, and brushed my hair. The house was warm so I
decided to do without a robe. When I got in the kitchen, Kieran was about
to go down the stairs to the basement.

"I told Stuart I run for exercise and usually do it early on days when I
don't work. He wants to go with me, told me to knock a couple of times,
said he'd probably be awake. I know he's going to show me up because he's
a marathon runner. Damn, twenty miles at once. Kavan's going with us."

"I got extra orange juice. I wonder if he'd like a big glass like you
do when you come back from running. And what does he usually like for
breakfast?"

I hadn't heard Lauren coming in the kitchen. She hadn't put on a robe
either. I wondered if they were thinking the same thing I was: that we
might as well be nude as much as possible until Stuart and Joanne got used
to it.

"He'll love the orange juice," she said. "And he usually eats a good
breakfast. We could scramble some eggs t0 go with the leftover Italian
sausage. He loves good bread so we could toast some of the bread we had
last night."

"Does he drink coffee?" I asked.

"Everybody in Washington and Oregon does, the fancier the better. I saw
some in your pantry he likes. If you've got cinnamon and nutmeg and cream,
I'll make a big pot. It won't be Starbucks I won't pay the extra bucks
to get that stuff but it'll be just as good."

Kieran was listening to us, waiting to go down the stair. He turned
back to Lauren and wrapped her in a big hug. He kissed her on the cheek
and then pulled back and looked her in the eyes.

"Thank you for bringing Stuart back, for sharing him with us."



Joanne came up the stairs a few minutes after Kieran left. She had on a
light robe. When she saw Lauren and me, still nude, she shrugged off the
robe and threw it back down the stairs. "Is Paul still sleeping," she
asked.

"Yes," Lauren answered. "I peeked in at him and Kerry. They're both
still sound asleep. Kerry's showing off again. Either he's about to have
a wet dream or he needs to pee real bad."

"He's proud of what he's got now," I said. "He wants us all to admire
it, to know he's becoming a man."

"Do you think he and I could have an afternoon together when we go to
the cabin? I've got to tell him goodbye. I don't want to hurt him so I've
got to make him understand."

"You're still thinking of making contact with your friend? You still
want to see what develops with him and maybe get married again."

"Yes, if anything develops, we'll get married. In spite of what I've
done here, I'm just too old fashioned to do anything else. I'm actually
looking forward to having Jack around on cold winter nights."

We talked while I got out the stuff for breakfast. When Lauren's coffee
finished dripping, she fixed three cups. It was good but too rich and
sweet for my tastes. We sat and talked, waiting for the others to wake up.

When Kieran and Kavan and Stuart came back, they came up the basement
stairs making enough noise to wake up anyone. They'd all evidently run
without shirts and the sweat was pouring off them. Kieran and Kavan led
Stuart into the laundry room and they left the door open while they
stripped. Kieran and Kavan threw their shorts, running briefs, and socks
in a basket and I watched while Stuart threw his in too. I smiled, knowing
we were well on our way to being like family when we washed our dirty
clothes together. Kieran opened up his running shoes, stuffed them with
the desiccant packs he used, and put them on the wire shelf above the
dryer. He did the same with Stuart's shoes. When they came back in the
kitchen, Kieran had one arm on Stuart's shoulders and the other on Kavan's.
I poured three big glasses of orange juice for them.

We were all sitting on stools around the kitchen bar when Kerry came
shuffling in. I knew he was up. He hadn't shut the bathroom door and I'd
heard him peeing. He was usually slow to awaken. I knew his routine when
his father was home. I wondered if he'd follow it. He did.

He walked up to Kieran, eyes still half closed, the beginning of a smile
on his lips. Kieran slid of the stool and opened his arms to him. Kerry
closed his eyes and surrendered to his father's hug. I could see the top
of his head over Kieran's shoulder but I knew what his face would be like
happy tranquility. Kieran brushed his tousled hair back away from his
forehead and kissed him there. As usual, Kerry stood still, breathing in
the communion between father and son, until he was content.

When he pulled up the last stool, I poured him a glass of orange juice.
I was about to turn away and start preparing breakfast when I saw Kieran
looking at Stuart. I don't know what message their eyes communicated but
Stuart slid off his stool and walked over to Kieran. Kieran wrapped him in
the same sort of hug. This time I could see Stuart's face. He was perhaps
an inch shorter than Kieran. Kieran did the same thing he always did to
Kavan and Kerry. He brushed Stuart's hair back and then kissed him on the
cheek.

I saw Stuart's right arm curl around behind Kieran and his hand drop
down to Kieran's butt. Lauren had told me about Stuart's playful nature
but I was surprised when he pinched Kieran. Kieran was surprised even
more. He let out a loud yelp and tried to push Stuart away. Stuart wrapped
his arms around Kieran's chest and pulled him closer in a bear hug, lifting
him entirely off the floor. I couldn't tell from the sounds Stuart was
making whether he was laughing or crying. After a moment, he released
Kieran.

"Dad used to hug me like that. `Cept we had clothes on. He'd pinch me
on the butt," he said. He had a big smile on his face and tears in his
eyes.

I didn't care if anyone saw my eyes misting with tears. When I looked
at Lauren and Joanne, I think they felt the same way I did.



After breakfast, I talked to Lauren about what to have for lunch and
dinner. I didn't know what Stuart and Joanne liked to eat so I asked. We
decided sandwiches with fresh fruit would be for lunch. For dinner I was
surprised but Lauren insisted she wanted them to learn what good Southern
cooking could be like. We talked and I decided on a menu. I asked the
kids if they'd go to the farmer's market immediately to get the fresh stuff
and then stop by the supermarket on their way back. They were glad to go
and wanted to take little Paul with them. Lauren told Joanne the kids'd be
careful and he'd be OK. She let him go. I guess she was already realizing
that she'd better take advantage of good baby care whenever it was offered.

When they were gone, Lauren pulled out her laptop and connected to the
internet. She got her new cell phone and her briefcase and started to
work. After a while she called Stuart and Joanne and me and Kieran and we
worked together until almost noon. When the kids came back, I asked Kavan
if he and the other kids could fix sandwiches for all of us. They could
and damned if they didn't almost over do it. I don't know sometimes where
they get their cuisine creativity but they were proud to use it. My turkey
breast club was very good. The guys all had grilled Rueben's.

After lunch, we took two cars and went to the Freeloft property. Lauren
showed Stuart where she was going to build the addition to the old stone
house. I even learned that she'd already contacted the architect who built
her old house and he'd promised to fly from Oregon in a few days and talk
charge of getting the house done. When I asked how she was able to get him
to do it so quickly, she just smiled and said one work, "Money." We walked
around the top of the hill where Lauren's house would be. Stuart asked
about the small brick house and Lauren told him of the arrangement she'd
made with the Freelofts, giving them the right to live there as long as
they wished. We drove around the bottom land area where Lauren wanted to
put the company buildings. Stuart asked Kavan and Kerry if they'd bring
him back later and show him the whole property. They jumped at the chance.

For dinner, I had to look up a recipe for biscuits since I didn't fix
them very often. Kerry took over watching little Paul and Joanne came in
the kitchen to help. I got the men to set up the big folding table on the
deck again so we could eat outdoors.

We had fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy, fried yellow
squash, butterbeans, and vineripe tomatoes, iced tea and, the hit of the
dinner, biscuits. They turned out so well Kieran insisted on having a
second one, with butter and jelly, for dessert. I was glad the others
followed his example since I'd completely overlooked that part of the meal.
We all sat around afterwards, too stuffed to move or reluctant to have the
dinner over.

"Are we going to play games tonight?" Stuart asked.

I looked at Lauren. How much had she told him about what happened last
Friday night? It seemed like months ago since so much had happened in just
one week. She had a big smile on her face.

"I told them all about last Saturday night's fun and games," she said.
"After he and Joanne got over the initial shock, all they asked was whether
I'd let them play too. And they made me tell them about the games we
played."

I looked at Stuart and Joanne and got two more big smiles. The four
kids were all trying to talk at once, pleading for another night of fun and
games. I was glad when Kieran took over and helped us decide on the limits
for our fun. If we decided to play slip the salami to Susie, I was off
limits to Kavan and Kerry, Lauren was off limits to Stuart, and Arial was
off limits to all the guys.

Nobody questioned Arial but she volunteered the information. "I'm
hoping Rachael will let Luke be my first next week."

(ARIAL)

I didn't really believe Kathryn when she told me what she wanted to do
when we played games on Friday night. Last night, after we'd all showered,
she'd asked me and Kerry to stay downstairs and talk with them for a while.


Kathryn wanted Dad to fuck her. And she wanted Kerry to do it too. She
and Kavan had been talking about what might happen Friday night or maybe
what might not happen. They were sort of afraid that everybody'd be too
bashful or something to do much with Stuart and Joanne. They figured if we
could get Dad into it then we could all pretty much do whatever we wanted
while we were at the cabin.

Last week, she'd told Kavan it was OK with her if he fucked Lauren. But
she said she wanted Dad to do it with her and Kavan ought to be OK with
that. He'd argued with her but she'd convinced him. After seeing first
Kerry and then Kavan and then Dad with Lauren, she wanted Kerry and Dad to
do it with her too at the same time.

So Kathryn and Kavan wanted me and Kerry to help them to make sure Dad
would go along with it. I'd seen Kavan fucking Kathryn. I'd even seen Dad
doing it with Lauren and then with Mom the same night. I liked watching
them do it but I didn't want anybody watching me the first time I did it
with Luke.

Kerry was all ready to do anything Kathryn wanted. Men! He'd just lost
his cherry last week and here he was hot to do it with another woman. I
guess they really do think with their dicks sometimes.

Kavan and Kerry spread out the mats on the deck just like before. This
time we didn't use candles. We tacked up some lacey drapery I'd had around
my bed when it had a canopy and then strung some Christmas lights back and
forth under the deck cover. We rounded up all the pillows we could find
and scattered them all around. I thought it looked nice.

We played naked Twister first, using the large blanket with the twister
circles on it. That way we could all nine play at once. Stuart and Joanne
said they'd played Twister when they were kids but they'd never played it
naked. I don't know if Stuart knew we'd been plotting against him.
Kathryn and I had agreed we'd do out best to get him hard as quickly as
possible. With both of us rubbing our tits all over him and accidentally
bumping up again his dick, he didn't have a chance. Mom and Lauren saw
what we were doing and even helped us. Joanne just kept laughing and
giggling because she knew what was going on. Poor guy! He didn't last but
a few minutes. He finally gave in, stood up, and showed off.

He had another damn nice one, about like Dad's and Kavan's. They were
just as hard. I wondered how men could stand to have something like that
flopping all over the place. When I looked at Kerry, his was sticking up
at the ceiling but I'd seen it do that lots.

After that, Kerry wanted to play Susie Says again. I explained the
rules but said I was going to make up some new things to do. I told them
it was going to get naughty and if they didn't want to play, they could go
to bed now. Nobody left. We played two or three different games I made
up. I made sure Stuart and his Mom were next to each other on one game.
When she had to grab hold of his dick for the first time, I thought he'd
run. When Susie said all the women had to grab hold of the nearest dick
and then we all had to sing one verse of Dixie together, I guess they
thought Susie was crazy. Dixie's got a good marching rhythm. Good
jackoff rhythm. Jerk away, jerk away, jerk away, Dixieland. We all ended
up on the floor laughing like crazy.

I knew Kathryn was going to take over at some point so I kept watching
her. We made eyecontact and I mouthed the word "Ready? She understood me
and nodded. I announced that Susie said it was free play time. Everybody
watch somebody else or do something on their own.

Kathryn walked over to Dad, put both hands behind his head, and pulled
his face down to hers. He gave one quick look over at Mom and I don't know
what he saw but he shut his eyes and started kissing Kathryn. He wrapped
his arms around her, with his hands on her ass and she did the same to him.
While we all watched, she rubbed up against him. I could see his dick
sticking up between them, pressed against the middle of her stomach. They
kept at it until we started cheering them on and telling them what to do
next.

I'd already dared Kathryn to suck Dad's dick and I knew she'd do it.
She said she wasn't going to try to deepthroat him because she couldn't do
it with Kavan. I didn't blame her. I'd done it with Kerry but I knew it
wasn't anything I wanted to do except maybe with Luke.

She got down on her knees in front of Dad and held his dick straight out
toward her mouth. She didn't use hands to do anything else so I knew she
was just warming him up, not trying to make him come yet. She was sucking
on him through because I could hear the slurp when she pulled her mouth off
the head. Dad's big dick was already impressive when she started. I'd
always liked the way that big artery or vein came right down the middle of
the shaft and then branched off all around near the head. She had the head
all shiny and red and slick with her saliva and I guess she liked what
she'd done because she smiled at it and stood up.

She put her hands on Dad's shoulders and pushed him down. He dropped
down to his knees and Kathryn pressed up against him until he had to lean
back and her pussy was pressed up against his face. Now I could understand
why she'd wanted to shave off most of her hair. When Dad stuck his tongue
out and started licking between her legs, I could easily see when he got it
between her labia just where here clit was. She held him there while he
kept licking her until we started cheering again and telling them to do
something else.

This time, Kathryn pushed Dad down on the mats and made him stretch out.
She even got a pillow and put it under his head. Then she straddled Dad
and squatted down over him. She held his dick straight up and rubbed the
head back and forth between her lips. Finally she started sliding down on
it. She had her eyes shut and her head thrown back. I wanted so much to
feel what she was feeling. I made up my mind that Luke was going to do it
to me and if he didn't then I was going to do it with somebody else.

When she had all of Dad's dick inside her, she stated rocking back and
forth and moving around and around. I didn't see how she could take all
his dick up inside her but I could see his balls pressed up against her ass
and there was nothing separating them.

I looked around to see what the others were doing. Kavan had his legs
spread out in a veeshape and Lauren was backed up between them. Kavan had
one hand on her breast and the other down between her legs. It looked like
his fingers were busy with something.

Stuart and Joanne were sort of wrapped up too. I saw Stuart glance at
his Mom and she gave him a big smile. Joanne had one hand on Stuart's dick
and was stroking him, just slow stroking like she wasn't trying to make him
come yet.

I wondered if Kathryn'd really meant it when she'd said she wanted to do
it with Dad and Kerry at the same time. She looked at Kerry and motioned
for him to come to her. She made him straddle Dad, facing her, with his
dick just about in her face. When he got in place, she grabbed his dick
and pulled him close enough so she could take it in her mouth. Kerry put
his hands on her head and she put her hands on his cute little ass. I
guess he knew what she wanted. He started fucking her mouth, moving in and
out which she sucked him.

Kerry's dick wasn't as big as Kavan's and I'd seen Kathryn try to deep
throat Kavan's. She almost did it once but she said it was just too big
and stopped. I wondered if she would do Kerry's like she said she was
going to. Sure enough. She let him fuck her mouth for a while and then
she took charge. She put her hands on the sides of his hips and held him
still. She started bobbing her head back and forth and taking most of

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The X-Virus - Part 1 By Lisa James

My name is Steven, or at least it was. I was 15 and half way through my
4th year at high school when my life changed forever - in a very bad way.
It was mid april, monday morning and I arrived at school on the bus.
Hopping off I noticed a car pull up and a girl get out. She was very
pretty, but seemed quite upset as she got out of the car and began to walk
up the path. She was new, I had not seen her before. I watched her,
noticing how sexy she looked in her short school dress. Her chest was
distended by two grapefruit sized breasts that bounced gently as she
walked. My eyes locked onto hers and I could see she had been crying. Her
eyes dropped to her breasts and her mouth curved into a frown. I smiled at
her but she did not see as she walked quickly past and into the crowd.

There was something unusual about the girl, something that I would later
understand in intimate detail. I did not see her at any of our morning
lessons. After morning break I was on my way to my next lesson when I saw
her again - heading for the toilets. She walked straight past the girls
toilet and into the boys toilet. Strangely, a moment later she came back
out looking angry and for some reason she grabbed her crotch through her
dress and let out a strange soft wail as she walked into the girls toilet.
Weird I thought, but I did like her touching herself and I imagined what it
might be like for me to touch her between her legs, to feel her girlhood
directly in my hand. I began to get an errection, daydreaming, when the
warning bell told me I needed to get to class quickly.

After lunch was a sport lesson. I had been excused so that I could go
to the library and catch up on my Geography for a forthcoming exam. The
library was rather deserted and I took a place in the Geography aisle up
the back of one of the long stacks and sat on the floor, pulling the books
I needed around myself. I was deep in thought, reading when I heard a
noise in the next aisle. Peering through the gaps in the books I was
surprised to find the new girl was in the next aisle, pulling books from
the shelf and placing them on the floor. I could see that the books were
anatomy titles and titles on sex and puberty. The girl had a haunted look
on her face and she looked around, unaware that I could see her, before she
spread her legs - hitching her short dress high.

I had a virtually instant hard on! I could see her panties and the
shape of her vulva beneath in intimate detail! She stared at her girlhood
and grabbed her panty covered mound in her hand. Her face had a look of
grief and again she gave a quiet scream as she felt her cunt, massaging her
girlhood in her hand. I heard her quietly say 'Why me?.... I hate this
feeling! Ohh... Why? Why?....' as tears began to leak from her eyes.
She regained some composure and began to flick through one of the books on
sex education, until she had it open at a page that had a drawing of a
girl's genitals, both front on and in cross section. She stared at the
pictures with something close to lotheing on her face, then she lifted her
hips and began to pull her panties off, throwing them so that they lodged
in the bookshelf near me. I was thinking her behavious was bizarre, but I
was so turned on by the sight of this gorgeous girl and her strikingly
female private parts that I couldnt take my eyes off her.

Having removed her panties, she spread her legs again and this time I
got an amazingly intimate view of her vulva. I could see just how flat it
was compared to my own boys genitals. I could see the lips of her labia
split her body from near her arse to where her dick would have been - were
she a boy. It was such an amazingly sexual sight. As she parted her legs
further I saw her vulva lips pull apart and she shuddered as if in shock,
giving a small gasp. 'I hate this!!! Oh god I hate being a girl! I cant
bear the feeling!' she quietly moaned. I was shocked to hear these words.
Why would such a gorgeous girl say that? But then I was glad that I had a
dick, not a cunt between my legs!

She stared at the drawing of the girl's anatomy and then glanced between
her own legs. She grabbed her cunt again with one of her hands and began
to trace a finger up and down her labia lips, gasping and almost sobbing as
she did. She stared again at the drawings and her hand made a slow path
down her slit to where I guessed her vagina began. Her fingers were inside
her lips and she had a pained look of grief as one of her fingers actually
pushed deeper inside - actually inside her vagina. I had such a hard on,
it was so amazing to watch and I tried to imagine what it must have felt
like for her to have a finger inside a hole between her legs. Her finger
began to slide in and out and I knew then that she was going to masturbate!
Soft moans escaped her lips and she began softly talking again about how
she hated her body, how she hated the sensations of her cunt. Her hand
began rubbing her vulva more frantically, she alternately squeezed her flat
mound, rubbed her vulva with the palm of her hand (concentrating pressure
near the front where I knew her clitoras was) and occasionally she would
dive a finger or three into her vagina. This bizarre masturbation and
behaviour continued for several minutes until she came. This time she did
scream more loudly 'God no!!! Please no!!! Ohhhh!! Its swallowing!!!
Please no!!!! I cant bear it!!!! Why? Why me!!! I hate this body! I
hate being a girl!' As a final gesture she closed her legs and grabbed her
breasts through her dress and seemed almost to be trying to pull them off!
'No! no!!! theyre throbbing too! no!!! get off my body!!! get off!!!'

I was so turned on by the intimate show that I actually came myself!
Despite the girls bizarre talk and behaviour I was left breathless by the
intimate show she had put on. At that moment I heard a noise. It was the
librarian calling out 'What's going on back there! whats all that noise!'.
I heard footsteps approaching and the new girl looked startled. She
grabbed her panties and wiped her wet cunt with the panties before
hurriedly throwing them aside again. She closed her legs, stood up and
pulled her dress back down. She quickly pushed the books into a pile then
darted off down an aisle to disappear. The librarian was walking down the
aisl where ther girl was previously, still calling out 'Who's there?'. I
didnt want to get accused of making all that noise, so I got up as well.
Seeing the girls panties on the shelf, I pushed my hand through and grabbed
them, stuffing them into my pocket before I too fled.

I left the library and entered the school yard. I couldnt see the new
girl anywhere. Looking around I realised I had to go to the toilet, so I
walked to the nearest one and into a cubicle. The boys toilet was
deserted. My dick was still fairly large from my former errection, and it
was still quite tingly and aroused. I had trouble peeing as my dick was
not flacid enough to aim correctly. After peeing I was struck by a bizarre
thought. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the girls' panties. They
were still damp with her orgasmic juices. They were light blue bikini
style cotton panties with the looped elastic edges. They looked very sexy
and I decided that I wanted to put them on! I unzipped and dropped my
pants and pulled my own underpants down. I unfurled the panties and
slipped one leg through one of the leg holes. I was having a bizarre kind
of fantasy - imagining that I was that girl, pulling panties on and trying
to imagine what it might feel like to be a girl, to have a vulva and no
penis or balls. Slipping my leg through the otherleg hole I watched as I
pulled the panties up my legs. They felt sensuous and erotic as they slid
up my legs, they crotch damp. I pulled them on and found they did not fit
too well of course - they were not designed to house the bulge of my balls
or penis, especially my quite errect penis. Closing my eyes I tried to
imagine what it would be like to be that girl, how her cunt would feel, how
the sensation of these panties cupping her girlhood would feel. I began to
rub my penis shaft, then decided I would take the fantasy further and
pretend I was a girl, so I began to rub my dick through the panties. I was
so aroused at the thought of wearing this girls' panties and at imagining
myself to be a girl that I came very quickly. I had rubbed myself so
firmly that I actually abraded the skin away on my dick in one place and it
was quite sore to touch. The damp panties were quite soothing to the
abrasion however. I felt so strangely sexy in the panties that I decided
to leave them on, pulling my boys underpants up my legs and over the girls
ones. I had to do some pulling and placing of my dick and balls to get
them to fit within the panties. Pulling my trousers on, I smiled at the
thought that I alone would know I had panties on.

The rest of the day went quite quickly and, although I had to frequently
adjust my dick and balls to stop the confined space of the girls panties
from causing discomfort, I did enjoy the private fantasy. I did not see
the girl again all day, and I caught the bus home as usual. I was an only
child and my dad usually worked late, so I went to my room and spent
another hour engaged in the same apnty fantasy, masturbating twice and
checking out myself in the panties from various angles imagining myself to
be a girl. After eating dinner with my dad (with the panties still on), I
went to my room to do my homework before going to bed. For some reason I
was beginning to feel tired and I recognized that feeling as the one I
normally got before I got the flu. Before going to bed I finally snuck the
panties off and began to feel foolish and annoyed at my bizarre sexual
fantasy. Deciding that I much preferred being a boy, I threw the panties
in the bottom of one of my drawers and decided to leave them there!

That night was a shocker! I began feeling quite ill with night shakes
and the sore-in-the-bones feeling that you get with full blown flu. My
head ached and felt sick inside. I got up several times to take large
quantities of pain killer. What little sleep I had was insufficient to
prevent me feling terrible and exhausted in the morning. My dad checked in
on me and declaring me to 'look like shit', told me to stay home. At the
time I thought that this was the worst flu I had ever had and it lasted for
a full 4 days of pain and misery! By day 5 I was feeling better and,
although I stayed indoors, I at least did not feel like I was dying any
more. By day six I was well enough to have some mates over and we played
nintento for much of the day.

The next day was another monday, and it was back to school. I felt
mostly fine but still a bit weak. One good things was that I saw the new
girl again and this time managed to work up the courage to say hello. She
seemed shy and quite standoffish, yet she did tell me her name... Fiona.
She seemed very self concious, frequently staring down at her breasts and
straightening her dress often in a nervous way. I was of course undressing
her with my eyes, remembering vividly her masturbation in the library, her
curvaceous bald cunt and her bizarre comments about her body. The bell
rang and I said goodbye and left for class. The day went in a rush, and I
was still feeling tired from my illness. Going home that afternoon I went
to my room with the intention of getting out Fiona's panties again. My dad
was not home yet, so I was alone. I stripped and pulled the panties out
from the drawer. Seeing them again made my penis begin to tingle, and as I
pulled it up my legs the tingling grew. I was feeling quite hot, but
strangely my penis did not begin to engorge. I felt hot and horny, yet my
dick just stayed limp! It was very alarming and frustrating. Despite my
lack of errection I was stil able to achieve an orgasm by rubbing my
flaccid dick through the panties. It was a very strange orgasm, it did not
feel right somehow, yet it was very powerful and for some reason my small
nipples also began to tingle as I approached and reached orgasm. Touching
my flaccid penis through the fabric I could much more easily imagine being
a girl with no dick as I came. The tingling of my nipples was quite erotic
but completely alien to me. My inability to get an errection was even
stranger. I pulled the panties down and examined my dick and balls. I
noticed then that they were hairless! My sparse pubic hair was gone! I
guessed that it must have been some temporary side effect of my bad flu and
so put the though aside and got on with my homework.

After my dad came home we ate and watched tv. I wanted to ask him about
my errection but was too embarrased so I went to bed early and fell asleap.
The next morning I woke early, still feeling strange. My stomach was a bit
tender to touch and when I tried to get my cock erect I found it would not
cooperate. I went to the bathroom and started the shower, what I needed
was a good hot wash. I stood under the shower and began to wash, first my
arms then my legs, moving up with the soap I lathered up my dick. It
tingled in a strange way and as I touched it I felt my nipples tingle
again. It was such a strange feeling that my hands moved up to my chest and
touched them. What I found chilled me to the bone! Beneath my nipples I
could feel small lumps, about the size of a small date. My first thought
was of cancer! I knew that breast cancer was uncommon but not heard of in
boys, so I became instantly worried. I got out of the shower and dried off
then went to tell my dad what I had found. He too looked worried and said
we would go to the doctor straight away.

I dressed and we got in dads car and headed for my local doctor. I was
very nervous as we waited and then even more so as my name was called out.
The doctor asked what was wrong and I told him I found two lumps, one under
each nipple. Taking my shirt off he felt the lumps making 'Hmmmmm' kind of
sounds as he did so. He then asked if there was anything else wrong with
me, any other symptoms. I looked sheepishly at my dad and then told him
that I couldnt get an erection any more, and that my pubic hair had fallen
out. The doctor seemed to pay much more attention now, in fact he even
looked a bit worried, which did not help how I was feeling. He then asked
me if I had been sick recently and I told him that I had been very sick
with the flu last week. The doctor then said he would need to take a blood
sample and asked us to come back the next day. He offered no explanation
as to my condition before we left, saying that the tests were better than
speculation.

That day I stayed home, feeling worried and half heartedly watching tv.
My nipples and the lumps beneath were actually sore, and I had this strange
tingly feeling in my dick and balls. My stomach was still tender and felt
like it was churning inside. Even my skin felt weird, my face was feeling
strange to touch. I kept looking at the horrid lumps, touching them and
praying I did not have cancer. I also looked frequently at my dick and
balls, the strange tingling was very off putting. I could have sworn that
the lumps were getting bigger...

At 3 Oclock my dad called and said that the doctor wanted to see me. He
swung past to pick me up and I began getting really worried. I sat in
silence as we drove and when we arrived the doctor took me in straignt
away. He had an odd expression as he asked me and my dad to sit down.

'The tests have confirmed my suspicions, and I need to tell you what we
have found' he said

'Have I got cancer! Am I going to die!' I blurted out...

The doctor looked at me with sympathetic eyes before saying 'no - you
dont have cancer... In fact what you do have could well have you living a
longer life than you would have before.... I need you to be brave however,
your life is about to change'

I gasped and said 'what is wrong!'

'That flu you had recently was not flu.. It was a very rare virus that
some suspect was man made called the X-Virus. It only affects males. The
virus is a viral form of the human X Chromosome... When the virus invades
a male body it enters a cell and destroys the Y Chromosome, replacing it
with an X Chromosome from the virus... It then makes 2 copies and leaves
the cell without killing the cell. Its called a retrovirus, it basically
reprograms your cells...' the doctor said leaving his words hanging in the
air...

'What do you mean?' said my dad 'my son's cells are now XX, not Xy?'

'Exactly... your son now has female cells, and those lumps on Stevens
chest are in fact forming breasts.'

'No!' I yelled 'Well give me something! I dont want breasts!'

'I am sorry, there is nothing to give you... your body is following its
programming. I hate to tell you this, but your changes wont just be
limited to growing breasts'

'What!' I said shell-shocked

'Do you mean to say that my son is going to become.... a....'

'Girl...' said the doctor

'No! You cant be serious, I dont want to be a girl! I dont want a
cunt! Please! do something!' I screetched

'I am sorry Steven, but so far no patient has failed to change, you will
have to get used to it, you are going to become a girl, you are going to
loose your penis and scrotum and you are going to grow a vulva, a vagina
and breasts' the doctor said slowly

I just broke down and cried, thinking of that girl from school and
suddenly connecting the horrific dots. The girl from school was also a
victim to the X-Virus. She was so lothing of her body because she was
previously a boy, and she hated her breasts and her cunt!

How could this happen to me I wondered? Then it dawned on me! Her
panties! Those panties that I pulled on must have had the virus in the
dampness that came from her cunt! I infected myself when I pretended to be
a girl... Now I would know first hand what it felt like to have a
flat-lipped void between my legs. I was shuddering at the thought that I
would soon be able to feel a slit between my legs and even stick my finger
inside a vagina between my own legs. The shock was too much, and so I
passed out.

I woke up and found I was back in my dads car, slumped in my seat. I
was in deep shock, trembling with the news I had just been given. I cast
an eye towards my chest where I could see two puffy litle lumps pushing my
t-shirt out where my breasts were growing. My dad said 'what a shock....
how are you coping?'

I began to cry again and began blubbing that I didnt want to become a
girl. I told him what had happened at the library and even about the
discarded panties from the girl who I had watched in the library and how I
thought that I had caught the virus from the fluid on those panties. I
told him how the girl seemed to hate her body and genitals, and that I
thought that was because she had become a girl herself. 'She hated her
body dad! I think I will hate being a girl too!' I sobbed

'Why? Half of the world is female, it cant be that bad' Dad said
plaintively

'No dad! Imagine loosing your cock, your balls! It must feel so flat
between your legs, so empty! Why else would there be penis envy! What
about breasts, so big and heavy, everyone stares at them, they bounce
around when girls run! What about periods! Oh god! What about pregnancy
- giving birth! Oh dad please do something!... That girl... when she
stuck a finger inside herself! You should have seen the look on her face -
it was horror! THAT WILL BE ME!!!!!' I screamed at him

After that we both sat in silence, me in shock, taking note of all the
sensations I was feeling and feeling very sad and angry. My dad said
nothing, but I could tell he was very upset for me. As we drove I noticed
every billboard and news stand that we passed - many of them had photos of
girls in bikinis, their curvaceous crotches so obviously advertising the
shape of their genitals. I grabbed between my own legs in a pathetic act
of protection, grabbing my cock and balls. They felt smaller in my hands
than I remembered and so I began to cry again. My cock was still tingling
and my forming breasts were sore and occasionally throbbing. I felt like I
was in a nightmare. As we got out of the car, my dad told me we were to
see a specialist doctor in the morning.

We got home and I just went to my room. I pulled out the damned panties
that had done this thing to me and I threw them so far back in my wardrobe
that they disappeared. I was feeling tired and very sorry for myself, so I
lay down on my bed and before I knew it I was asleap.

I woke and it was morning. My father must have put the sheets over me
and I got the shock of my life when my eyes dropped to my chest to see the
sheets pushed up by two much larger mounds - perhaps the size of mandarins.
I screamed, sat bold upright and grabbed the mounds. 'Oh god no!!! Ive
got breasts!!! Nooooo!!!!' Iwailed as I felt their sheer bulk in my hands
and felt their much greater weight on my chest. I began to get an inkling
as to what real breasts must feel like - yet these were nothing like their
final size yet. Already they dominated my chest. They felt so wrong! So
horribly wrong, yet they also felt so sexual. This dramatic change in my
body was absolutely shocking to me and I began to scream for my father.

My dad burst into the room and his jaw dropped as he saw my breasts.
'Oh my god! - so fast!' he simply said.

'Help me dad! Please! I cant bear the feeling, they feel big already,
theyre still growing! I dont want them to grow any more! They are so
female!!! Please dad, I dont want to be a girl! Im a boy! Im a boy!!!' I
cried

The sheer pace of the changes was astounding. My father reminded me
that we had an appointment with a doctor that morning who was a specialist
on the X-Virus. So in a daze I pulled a shirt on and I winced with
disbelief with every step as my growing breasts wobbled and jiggled upon my
chest. I went to the toilet and gasped as I went to pee... My penis was
smaller again than yesterday. My balls were shrinking and my scrotum skin
was much taughter and thicker. I broke down again and cried as I pondered
my fate.

After breakfast we left. A mate of mine saw me and began to run over to
the car. I sat in my seat with my arms desperately trying to hide my
breasts as he leaned in to say hello. 'Sorry brad - got to go!' was all I
said and as he turned I was sure he noticed the bulges in my shirt front. I
saw him look twice and a shocked kind of look appeared on his face.

The drive was horrible - every bump wobbled my hated breast mounds and
all I could think of was the shrinking of my penis. We arrived at the
specialists office who, my dad said, held this special clinic once a week.
We walked in and I was confronted by four other people, one a young woman
who was trembling, a girl about my age in a dress and her mother, a boy of
about 12 and another of about my age who also had breasts. I guessed the
young woman was recently a young man who had changed fully. The girl of
about my age engaged my eyes and said 'those new?' referring to my breasts

'Yes... I hate them!' I said in return. She gave me a sad kind of
smile and spread her legs deliberately so I could see her crotch. She was
wearing panties and her crotch looked very very female, down to the slight
indent of her labia that a crease in the panties indicated.

'Nothing can prepare you for this!' she said 'My dick... its gone...
I'm almost a girl! Its so flat! You cant imagine the sensation! I began
to change just 2 weeks ago!.... Yesterday my penis finally disappeared,
and last night this fucking slit grew! I hate it! Its so flat! So
female, so curvaceous!' and then she suddenly screeched, grabbed her mound
and yelled at her mother 'Its growing inside! Ahhhh no please help me!!!'

Her mother looked at me and my shocked dad and simply said 'The last
stage.... My son is growing a vagina... Aparently it is the worst part -
doctor says you feel like your body is being invaded as it grows from the
front to meet the new female internal organs....'

The girl was screaming now and the doctor came out and whisked them
away. I began to cry again, thinking of the feeling between my own legs.
The young woman in the waiting room began to cry and spread her legs,
cupping her own mound with her hand then looking up at us all. 'I changed
finally last week.... Im a girl now... I... I hate how it feels! Ive
had so much counselling - but I just cant get over the loss... My poor
penis! This thing...' (she stared sadly at her curved genital mound) 'its
not mine! I cant believe I am actually feeling a vulva between my own
legs! So flat! So invasive... like a mouth and a throat between your
legs!' And she began to sob again. I was shocked yet again, thinking about
what she had said - how she felt... How could I possibly be any happier
about my sex change? I doubted that I would.

We heard the 'girl' whose vagina was forming moaning and panting in
distance. It almost sounded like she was giving birth. I couldnt bear
just sitting there, I had to see what 'she' was finding so distressing -
what I could expect. So I got up and ran to the room where the changing
girl was. Opening the door I saw her, nude on an examination bed, with her
legs wide apart and a completely female groin pushed high in the air as she
bucked her hips. I could see the lips of her vulva, the round curvaceous
look of her groin so clearly.

'Ahhhhh god please!!! Its pushing inside me!!!! No!!!!' she screamed
and bucked her hips whilst staring in fear between her legs. She was
growing a vagina!. The doctor was just holding this girls hand and
occasionally looking between her legs so see the progress. The mother sat
in a chair looking shocked and silent. The girls moaning became faster and
faster and she began panting as she writhed, I saw her wrists were bound
with velcro to stop her hurting herself. She pulled at the restraints and
one hand came free, which flew to grab her cunt. She touched her labia,
pushed a finger between her lips and then screamed a piteous wail as she
pushed a finger into her newly formed vagina for the first time... In
shock she passed out and slumped, still, presumably now a fully formed
girl.

From my position at the door I became light headed with shock and fear
and I too passed out. I awoke some time later to see my dad and the
doctor. I was inside the same room and the other poor girl, whose vagina
had just formed, was gone. I sat upright and the doctor looked at me and
said 'how do you feel?'

'How do you think! Im be coming a girl for fucks sake!.... Is that
what will happen to me?' I said, referring to the last girl's horrendous
sex change.

'Probably... Thats the worst part most patients say.... Its the most
confronting thats for sure... growing a passage that never existed between
your legs...' the doctor said 'Before you ask - no there is no way to
prevent it happening. But I must tell you this... Plenty of patients have
adjusted to their new bodies... Some have come to enjoy their new
bodies... There are many great things about being a girl....'

'How can you say that!' I screamed 'You dont have bloody breasts! You
arent the one whose dick is shrinking! You're not the one who will end up
with a flat mouth between your legs!'

'I know' said the doctor 'But I can help you adjust... Its a
confronting time, and the best research shows that you would be best
advised not trying to pretend it isnt happening... If you accept it you
will be far better off and make the adjustment sooner...'

'What do you mean?' asked my father

'You are just days away from being a true anatomical girl.... You need
to start dressing like a girl for a start, you need to wear a dress and you
need to wear girls underwear... its all psycological, but like it or not,
you are going to be a girl - you may as well accept that now' said the
doctor

As the doctor spoke, I began to feel dizzy again. My groin was
throbbing, tingling... changing. I was almost unconcious from shock as I
felt the doctor lift me onto the examination bed saying something about
examining me. I was sure I was not unconcious for long, but I awoke on the
bed with my top off, my hated breasts ripe and nude on my chest and my legs
spread wide... The doctor was looking at and touching my dick!.... '50%
reduction already I would guess' he said looking at my dad 'See the ball
sack is thickening up... This will become the labia, it will begin to
split open once the penis and balls are fully absorbed....'

'Cant you do something?' my dad said. 'He is so afraid of becoming a
girl... he told me about this girl at school who must have been a boy...
how she hated her new body... her... you know... the feeling of her...'

'vulva?' said the doctor

'yes' said my dad. 'I cant imaging what it would be like... I mean I
love women and girls... but could you imagine being one? The sensation of
breasts and vulva?....Loosing your manhood? Growing breasts?'

I could hear the men clearly, but I was too upset to let them know I was
awake. The doctor grabbed an ultrasound scanner and began to rub it over
my abdomen. I peered through my slit eyes as the doctor gave a chilling
comentary. 'Yes they are quite well formed now... see this?' he said
pointing to some organ on the screen. 'That is the ovaries, and that there
is the womb... that dark spot is the cervix... when the vagina forms,
that is what it connects to... There's something else you need to know...
Your sons changing body is absolutely flooded with female hormones... They
have the effect of making the patient very emotional... Lots of crying and
self doubt, this can continue for months... Until they finally accept
being female. There will be body hatred, penis envy of a most major
kind... And massive frustration and angst involving the hatred of this
female body and the enormous sexual pleasure it will provide... Rest
assured that female orgasms are far more powerful than ours... In the
beginning the sex changed boys hate the experience, but in time they come
to appreciate it...'

I sat up and the men stopped their conversation. I looked down at my
swelling breasts and grabbed them in my hands. I hated them! I wanted
them off my body! I began to pull at them 'Get off... cut them off me!!!
Please! I hate them!!' and again I broke down crying. My eyes then
dropped to my crotch and I saw my cock... It was obviously smaller again!
I grabbed it with a trembling hand and passed out in shock.

When I woke up I was again in my dads car. We drove home in silence.
My penis and balls ached as did my insides. I tried to not think about the
alien organs that were growing inside me. When we got home I jumped out of
the car and ran to my room, whiumpering at each bounce of my breasts as I
ran. I rummaged through my wardrobe and found the damned girls panties
that had infected me with the X-Virus. I stripped my clothes off and
stared in slack-jawed disbelief at the mirror. My reflection looked to
female! My ripe breasts looked so huge, my poor fading penis and balls
hung limply and shockingly smaller between my legs. The curve of my
stomach and groin was unmistakably girl.... I screamed and pulled the
panties up my legs. As the panties approached my groin, I remembered my
bizarre fantasy of the other week when I pretended to be a girl... Seeing
my penis and balls so reduced in size, and the approaching panty gusset...
It almost felt like the panties were coming in for the kill... I shuddered
as they touched down on my skin and I felt so shocked at just how little
the panties were puffed out by my manhood.... Compared to two days ago, it
felt like there was hardly a bulge at all in them... I stared in the
mirror at my growing breasts... They had grown during the day and were now
the size of half oranges - not full grown but certainly far more breasts
than mere lumps. I cupped them in my hands and I could feel their weight -
ample and so sexual, my nipples grown in size to twice the size of earlier
in the day, the areoles also. I looked in the mirror and had trouble
resolving the image it reflected... I saw a girlish figure, like a half
formed tomboy... Small bare breasts, panties that did not hug the bulge of
a boy's genitals nor cup the flat roundness of a girl. It looked bizarre,
yet shockingly I realized that I would soon know exactly how a girl looked
and felt from every angle.

Just then there was a knock on the door. 'Who is it!?' I called out, my
voice jumping an octave at the end.

'Its brad! Youre acting so weird! Can I come in?' he said

'Wait!' I yelled as I jumped into bed and pulled my doona up to cover my
body

Brad entered my room and said 'you sick again? why are you in bed?...'
he walked over and sat down on my bed. He looked at me and said 'you look
different... your face is softer... that flu made you look soft like a
girl!' he joked

That was too much for me. 'I am sick!' I said - my voice still higher,
sounding like a girl.

'What the hell is wrong man!' Brad said

'Im changing! into something... I dont want to be....' I said, choking
off my tears. Brad looked strangely at me and an impulse grabbed me. I
pulled the doona down and revealed my growing breasts. Brad almost died of
shock.

'What the hell!' he said 'Youre... youre....?'

'Becoming a girl' I screamed at him 'Im loosing my cock, my balls... Im
going to have a cunt! A mouth between my legs! I hate it!!! I cant bear
the feeling of these breasts... But there is nothing they can do!'

Brad looked shocked and sat there as I told him the whole impossoble
story. At the end of it he said 'Wow... I dont even know what to say... I
love touching the girls.... But being one.... I dont know how I would
cope.... Tell me, that virus you caught, what makes you think you arent
contagious now?'

'I dont know... that girl at school still was, and she had fully
changed... I hadnt thought about it... I guess I must be!' I said

Brad stood up and said 'Sorry... This is way too heavy... I sure feel
sorry for you, but I sure dont want that to happen to me!' as he pointed at
my breasts. And with that he left.

I cried myself to sleep.

In the morning I was almost afraid to awake. Without moving I tried to
sense the changes in my body. My breasts were immediately obvious - their
sheer weight and sexual presence was unmistakeable. Like some alien
presence they inhabited my chest and when I sat up they pulled down with
the full weight of gravity. I screamed! They felt huge, heavy and they
swelled like two grapefruit from my chest. I grabbed them, feeling their
soft yet firm flesh and hating their presence and sensation to my core. I
now had full sized breasts! I was screaming out 'Help me! No! Please no!
Ive grown breasts! Full breasts! They're so fucking big! So female!!!
No!!!! Dad!!! Help me please!!! I dont want to be a girl!!! Not a
girl!!! Im not a girl!!!' And I broke down sobbing... My breasts jiggled
as I sobbed, wobbling in my hands. As I cupped them I also, against my
will, I felt an electric sensation of arousal in them. My nipples swelled
- making me scream again at the horrifically alien sensation. I also felt
such an odd feeling between my legs. I stopped worrying about my breasts
and threw the bed covers aside to see what had happened between my legs.

The first sight that struck me were the girls panties that I had fallen
asleep in last night. They hug my changing form giving shocking visual
clues to state of my genitals beneath! No longer did the girls panties
have trouble containing and covering the bulge of my manhood. Instead I
saw a pathetic bulge and noticed that my hips seemed wider as well. My
shaking hands grabbed my mound and I felt the remnants of my dick beneath
the fabric. My dick was tiny! My balls were gone, my sack empty yet
thicker skinned. As I pulled the panties from my body to see my genitals
first hand, my dad walked in.

'Oh... my... god...' he said

'Theyre going! my dick! Oh dad... no!!!!' I screamed at him whilst we
both stared at the bizarely transforming sex organs between my legs. My
penis was no more than 3cm long, its head shape changing and becoming more
clitoral. My urinal hole was no longer on the end of my penis tip, but
rather had migrated half way down the shaft as it prepared to become a
separate uretha. My ball sack was utterly empty as a feel with my
trembling hands confirmed. The skin was thicker already and had a notch
nearer its end that I shockingly realised was the beginning of my forming
labia - probably the very place where my forming vulva would start to split
open. I began screaming again as I touched my genitals, cupping them in my
hand and imagining the sickening conclusion of my transformation between my
legs - a vulva - in my hands. Sick with grief and with loss, I passed out.

My dad had taken time off work and had gone to the shops to buy the
clothes that the doctor said I must now accept I had to wear. He was
crying also as he walked into my room and told me he had bought dresses,
panties, bras and other girls clothes. I was lying in my bed, exhausted by
the toll of my body's reformation - numb with the constant shrinking
sensation between my legs. When my father left I went to the pile of
clothes and for some reason rummaged through the panties, choosing some
white holeproof fibs. I stared at the photo of the girl on the cover -
pulled the panties on and began to shake as I saw the panties looked almost
as girl-like on me as they did on the photo of the teenager on the panty
packet. I cupped my utterly flat mound and began to cry again. I went to
the toilet and realised that I had no way of aiming my almost-absorbed
penis and I had to sit like a girl, with panties at my knees, as I
urinated. Walking in a daze back to my deb I fell asleep again.

When I woke in the morning I felt dread. I threw the covers aside and
gasped as I saw between my legs. I still wore the white cotton panties,
but they covered a crotch that had no discernable bulge. It was completely
curvaceously female to look at. I screamed and grabbed it in my hand,
depserately feeling the space in my trembling hand. My dick had gone! My
balls were gone! It was utterly flat between my legs! I squeezed my hated
mound and began to scream again. Pulling my panties aside I saw a bald
flatness between my legs. No slit had yet opened, yet I could see a small
hole that must be my ureatha, and a distinct crease in the thicker skin of
my hairless mound nearer my arse. It was such a shock! I had actually
lost my cock and balls completely. I was no longer a boy. I rubbed the
flat space, a piteous and extremely female wail escaping my lips as I
mourned the final loss of my dick. Strangely the rubbing of the flatness
was erotic and I felt a strange heat in the place where my penis would have
joined my body. Looking at the spot I could see a tiny welling up beneath
the surface that I knew would be my newly forming clitoras. Despite my
revulsion at touching the devestated groin, I could not stop rubbing the
void, a makeshift masturbation of the demasculated void. I felt my hated
breasts throbbing and soon came - the orgasm was alien, nether male nor
female, yet I felt the deep contractions of some foul and female internal
organ as my girl's pelvic floor unleashed orgasmic contractions within my
abdominal cavity for the first time. I could barely belive it. The orgasm
lasted for ages and had me panting and sobbing, begging for the sensation
to stop, for my simple male orgasm to return. It did not. And so my
changed continued, having reached the point of no return. I was a mess, so
tired and so desperately sad. I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up some time later and immediately sensed something was very
wrong. I grabbed my crotch and the flat mound filled my hand. I had not
gotten over the shock of the emptyness between my legs and expected to feel
the same when I felt my middle finger sink into a slit! I had a slit!
Labia! A vulva! I pulled my panties off and began hyperventiallating as I
saw what looked exactly like a cunt between my legs. My dad ran into the
room and stared between my legs saying 'Oh my god!' as he stared at my
girlhood.

'Dad! Please tell me this isnt real!' I begged him 'It feels to flat!
My balls, my dick! Oh god no!!! Im a girl!!! Please not this!!!!'

My frantic hand was roaming all over my new cunt, feeling the flatness
where my dick used to be - my hated girls mouth began in the same place and
touching that space I could feel what I shockingly knew to be a clitoras,
just inside the start of my cunt lips. I felt futher down the slit and
found that there was no vagina hole yet. It was a strange yet haunting
kind of relief.. Yet I knew that I would soon have one of those
horrifically alien passages between my legs also. My dad just stood there
and said 'what can I do?'

'Help me!!! please... Aaaaahhhhh!!!' I screamed as I felt another
horrific sensation. Right in the middle of my newly formed labia, I could
feel a pushing sensation. It actually hurt and I began to buck my hips
involuntarily as I tried to relieve the chilling sensation. Deep in my
core I knew it was my vagina beginning to form, to push inside me from
within the desolately flat folds of my hated new vulva. I began to pant
and screamed for my dad to stop it from happening... I felt like I was
giving birth in reverse. Wave after wave of fierce cramping rocked my
abdomen and after each wave I could sense the vagina had pushed further in
me. I grabbed my mound and desperately felt the space in my slit that the
vagina had originated. While cupping this void where my cock once was, my
index finger slipped into my new slit. I shuddered at the sensation but
the need to know what the invasive feeling of my growing vagina actually
meant forced me to probe the folds. I felt a passage about 1cm deep where
I knew my vagina would untimately be! The final part of my transformation
had begun.

I was nearly hysterical, begging my father to phone the doctor - do
anything to stop me from becomming a fully fledged girl. I screamed at him
that I was being raped, and in a way I was. Whilst any girl subject to the
trauma of a rape is ultimately feeling a sex organ thrust into their body
without consent - this was precisely what was happening to me! But far
worse than a penis, which would ultimately leave the rape victims body, my
body was being sexually invaded in a far more dramatic and permanent way. A
vagina was forcing its way into my body! Yet this rape was more
fundamental, more horrific... This invading sex organ was inegrating
itself into me, becoming part of me, it thrust inside me against my will
and yet it would not just slid out of me like a rapists spent cock. It
would remain, a foreign sexual passage that I could already feel would be
far from passive. Each wave of vaginal growth filled me with a hybrid of
pain and fear at the sensation I was experiencing. My vagina was highly
sensitive - I could feel it within me, sense its presence, it felt like a
throat between my legs that came from my newly formed vulva mouth. It took
perhaps an hour of hell for my vagina to finish invading my body. My
father was a mess and I was inconsoleable, feeling a violation beyond
belief, having experienced a rape of my formerly male body by my own
vagina. The violent transformation and my hysterical bucking of hips and
pathetic cupping of my changing sex organs left me weak and sobbing. My
father couldnt bear it any more and had to leave the room to let me grieve
over my final loss of manhood.

Lying on my bed with a bald cunt between my legs I screamed at the
injustice of the universe and grabbed the foul organ in my hand. Its sheed
flatness was shocking to me. My finger shockingly slid inside! I could
feel my own finger inside my body! I could feel lips mould around my
finger, my lips and new vagina intimatelty felt the finger as well. I
began a piteous wail. My labia lips were so sensitive! My vagina so
sexually tingly that despite my hate and revulsion at the utterly female
sensations I was experiencing, I could not help but begin to slide my
finger in and out of my hole. I began to gasp and let out quiet screams as
I began to finger fuck myself. Whereas my growing vagina had effectively
raped me as it invaded my neutered groin, I now compounded rape upon rape
by finger fucking myself - my own fingers utterly unwelcomem in the sexual
passage that was also unwelcome between my legs. I was in a sexual hell,
yet my frantic hand continued to probe and massage the foul organ betwen my
legs. Occasionally the hand would slide up to massage the pathetic
clitoras, remnants of my penis stump, at the start of my slit... Finally I
felt the beginnings of my first girls orgasm. Whilst remembering the look
of sorrow, release and hate on Fiona's face in the library, I too came as a
girl.

The experience was so confronting. My vagina throbbed and swallowed!
My clitoras sent wave after wave of sexual electricity through my body, my
girls lips tingled, my breasts throbbed in time with my orgasmic
contractions. It was fantastic yet horrific at the same time. Screaming
whilst I came as a girl for the first time I realisewd my life had now
changed irreversably. I now had a girls body and would have for the rest
of my life. The only time I would ever experience a penis between my legs
now, would be inside my own vagina. I hated the feeling between my legs, I
hated the invasive emptyness of my cunt. I hated the ripe and heavy
sensation of my breasts. I hated being a girl.
To be continued....

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