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StepsisterIt started back in my sophomore year of high school. My fatherwas overseas with his construction firm on a six month build when my auntMarie had her accident. My mom wanted to fly up to see her in the hospital,but it was the middle of the school year, and she didn’t want me missingany classes. That was when a neighbor of ours, and a close friend of myparents’, offered to let me stay with her and her daughter while my mom wasout of town. She promised to feed me, make sure I didn’t stay out in therain, and make sure I was on the bus every morning. My mom was usuallyincredibly protective of me, but she was so torn up over what was going onwith her sister that she agreed. With a hug and a kiss, she was off to theairport and I was standing at the neighbor’s front door with my backpackand a suitcase full of clothes. It was kind of silly, considering the housewas maybe five minutes away by car.The kind neighbor’s name was Sarah Hamlin, and her daughter’sname was Renee. Renee should have been a senior, but hadn’t done very welllast year and was stuck in a couple of junior classes again. Because ourparents were close, you might think that we were used to hanging out witheach other, but the age difference and the fact that she was in the coolcrowd and I was one of the k**s who usually spend lunch in the librarypretty much made sure we never got along that well.She was pretty, but as far as I was concerned at the time shewas only pretty in a very bitchy way. It seemed like the nicer Mrs. Hamlinwas to me, the bitchier Renee got. For some reason though, the worse shetreated me, the hotter she seemed to get.Renee had a nice body, from what I could tell. After I’d beenat the house a couple of days, she seemed to either relax or start ignoringme, because she began going around at night without a bra on under hershirt. Her teenage tits were almost pointy, but not all that big. She haddirty blond hair and a light dusting of freckles over her cheeks. Her eyeswere a cruel ice chip blue.A couple of times it seemed like she was just trying to punishme. I’d be working at the dining room table, trying to make a dent in mymountain of homework, and she’d wander through in a pair of tiny shorts anda shirt and do stretching exercises. More than once I got distractedwatching her ass as she bent over. Trying to hide a hard on through dinnerbecame pretty normal for me.Then came the times when Mrs. Hamlin made Renee help me with myhomework. Even though Renee failed some of her junior classes the yearbefore, she wasn’t dumb. She was actually really good at math. As far as Icould tell, the only reason she’d failed the classes she did is that shewas either bored, or too busy worrying about her social life.This one night, when she was helping me with some equations Ijust couldn’t figure out, I accidentally touched one of her boobs. I wassitting there, and she leaned over to help me. She moved into me, but Istill felt like I was going to get in trouble for it, if for no otherreason then the fact it started my dick getting hard again. Renee caught meblushing and figured out what was going on.”Just go jack off or something,” she said to me, “I’m not goingto waist my time helping you if you aren’t paying attention.”She had a point. I hadn’t rubbed one out since I’d startedstaying with her and her mom. It was actually getting kind of painful,considering that I was getting turned on at least two or three times a dayand never felt comfortable enough there to do anything about it.I tried that night, but when I heard Renee walking down thehall to go to the bathroom, I got really scared she was going to open mydoor and lost my hard on.The next day though, Renee didn’t come home on the bus. She wasgoing over to a friends’ house to help her study, or more likely just togossip and hang out. When I got off the bus, I noticed Mrs. Hamlin’s carwasn’t there. I found a note, tucked under the same fake rock that theyused for the hide-a-key that explained one of her employees was sick, soshe’d had to go cover for her at the store, but that she made a snack forme and left it in the refrigerator. I took the key and let myself into thehouse.I almost felt like a burglar or something, since I was allalone in someone else’s house. It was kind of a thrill, but then againmaybe it was just because I realized at that moment that with the house allto myself, I might finally be able to get off without getting interrupted.Compared to how often I did it at home, I was actually worried staying withthe Hamlins was going to be bad for my health!I left my book bag on the kitchen table and snagged a few papertowels on my way into my borrowed room. I locked the door and stripped downtotally naked. I’d gotten into the habit of being nude to jerk off becauseskin was a lot easier to clean up than clothes were. I usually covered upwhen I started to get close, and finished by coming into a sock. For awhile that had been pretty much foolproof, but lately I’d actually shot atleast some of my load through the sock a couple times. It was a lot easierto wipe the come off my stomach, legs, or chest than it was to explain whyI needed to wash an article of clothing right away.For some reason though, even though my cock had jumped to fullalert the second I finished undressing, I wasn’t giving it the attention itwas demanding. Instead, I found myself getting a stupid idea. I wanted towalk around the house naked, like I owned the place. My cock actuallytwitched when I thought about being naked in Renee’s room.I was incredibly horny, but I was still trying to be smart. Idecided that I’d need a plan if either of them came home during my tripthrough the house. I took a pair of my shorts with me, figuring if theyshowed up I could just put the shorts on in a hurry. It would be less weirdfor a boy to be running around the house in his gym shorts than it would befor him to be naked. It seemed like it made sense.I took the time to make a circuit of the whole place, absentlystroking my cock the whole time, before coming back to Renee’s door. Iactually squeezed out a nice fat drop of precum while I was gathering upthe courage to go in and had to rub it into the carpet with my toes.As soon as I twisted the knob and pushed her door open, Ithought of all the ways I could pay Renee back for teasing me the way shedid. Some of the places my mind went actually kind of scared me. I thoughtabout putting some of my come into the lotion bottle on her desk, strokingmy hardness as I imagined her rubbing my stuff into her skin. I thoughtabout pissing in the corner of her closet, like I was claiming theterritory or something. If she realized what happened, I could always blamethe cat.I couldn’t help watching myself in her mirror for a little bit.I actually looked pretty good. My mom enrolled me in gymnastics classeswhen I was younger, and even though I hadn’t been to one in years, I keptup the conditioning, stretches and exercises. My shoulders were wider thanmost boys my age, with some nice definition. My arms looked nice, nothinglike the guys on the weightlifting team, but still a lot better then theother k**s who spent lunch in the library, that was for sure.I stopped playing with my dick and struck a few poses. I wasalready long enough that I could get both hands involved if I wanted to. Iwondered if my dick would grow any more as I got older, or if I’d alreadymaxxed it out. I gave up on admiring myself and went back to my two tieredplan of masturbation and revenge.I decided on something I called mattress fucking. When I was inmy own room at home, a lot of times I’d just kneel in front of my bed andwork my cock in between the box spring and the top mattress. That way Icould just push down on the mattress and thrust my hips in and out until Icame, and since I would be coming some place out of view there was no cleanup required. I liked the idea of Renee sleeping on a mattress I came in, alot, but I got distracted before I could carry the plan out.Renee’s plastic hamper was there in the corner. My cocktwitched in my grip again as it dawned on me there might be a pair of herused panties in there. It may seem kind of juvenile, but at the time it wasjust about as close as I’d been able to get to a girl’s pussy, so I wasn’tabout to pass the chance up.I flung the lid up and started digging through the laundry. Iwas starting to get upset. I tossed socks, shorts, and a couple of shirtsout before I finally got down to what I was looking for: a pair of pinkpanties.I lifted them up to my face, rubbing my nose in them, almostlike a bloodhound trying to get a scent. I honestly don’t know if Iactually smelled her juice on the panties or not, or if it was just the actof having them in my hands, but my hips started to buck on their own.Without really thinking, I went ahead and wrapped the panties around mythrobbing maleness and started pumping away.I imagined my hand was Renee’s cunt, her mouth, her asshole,all of the above, all at the same time and just kept pumping as hard as Icould. My legs actually felt weak as I started to come. It just keptspurting out for what seemed like forever. The panties were sodden throughin an instant, one rope of sperm made its way to her closet door, whileanother squirted out over the front of the hamper.The impossible level of bliss I was feeling was immediatelyreplaced by an equivalent feeling of terror as I heard the distinctivecrunch of a car pulling into the gravel driveway in front of the house.Naturally, I started to panic. I was naked in Renee’s room andmy come was all over her wall, hamper, a pair of her panties and both of myhands. There would be no explaining any of this. I used the driest cornerof the panties I could find as a rag and attacked the wall and the front ofthe hamper. Satisfied that I’d gotten as much of it cleaned as I could, Iwas ready to turn and run for my room when I remembered all the clothes I’dthrown out of the hamper. Renee would know something was up if she saw that.I raced around, my suddenly very limp dick bouncing wildly offmy thighs, as I scooped up every last bit of discarded laundry. I buriedthe soaking panties at the bottom of the pile and hoped they’d be dryenough nobody would notice when laundry day came. Satisfied with mycleanup, I left the room. I just barely got into my room and locked thedoor behind me when I heard the front door open.I collapsed on my bed, panting. I was impressed with myself forpulling the great caper off. It was then that I realized something waswrong. I didn’t have the pair of my shorts that I’d been carrying with me.I sat bolt upright, fresh panic causing a sweat to break out all over mybody. I was in such a hurry that I must have just picked them up and shovedthem in Renee’s hamper. My heart was racing. Maybe she wouldn’t notice.Maybe they’d go through the wash, and I could explain that they were leftin the machine or something and got mixed in with her load.I waited until I had calmed down before getting dressed. Ihadn’t heard any yelling or pounding on my door, so I figured the coast wasclear. Besides, it was time for me to go get my backpack and start myhomework. I was satisfied that I’d actually gotten away with everythingright up to the point I opened my door. There on the outside knob was mylittle pair of shorts. Renee knew.It is amazing how much denial one person can be capable of.When things went normal at breakfast, and there were no incidents on thebus ride or during school the next two days, I had myself fully convincedthat Renee must have thought my shorts being in her hamper was someinnocent mistake. Mrs. Hamlin was still having trouble balancing outeveryone’s shifts at her store, so she was having to cover anotherafternoon by herself which meant Renee and I were home alone.Everything was normal as Renee and I walked up to the housefrom the bus stop, or at least everything was normal until the moment wegot inside. I was completely blindsided. She slapped me so hard that Itasted blood in my mouth, and then before I had a chance to recover, shedrove a knee into my balls. I crumpled to the ground like I’d been shot.”I know what you did you perv!” she half shrieked at me, “Itisn’t enough you have to stay here because your family has more importantthings to do that worry about you? What the fuck is wrong with you, youcreep?”I couldn’t really say anything to defend myself. Between theshock of her actually hitting me, the pain her knee had inflicted, and thered burning shame I felt on knowing she’d discovered what I’d done, therewas nothing I could really do other than sit there and take whatever shehad to dish out.”When I tell my mom what you did, you’re out of here, youlittle shit,” she hissed, “somebody else can worry about you.”Renee was absolutely livid. I’d never seen her that angrybefore, or really anyone else for that matter.”You know what,” she said, “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t thinkI’m going to tell my mom after all.””Really?” I asked sheepishly.”Shut up!” She yelled at me.She grabbed one of my ears and twisted so hard I thought shewas about to rip it off. I really wanted to hit her, just to make the painstop, but I wasn’t raised to hit women, so again, I just took it. Shejerked the ear up, and I had to follow as she led me through the house,back to the scene of the crime.Renee led me over to her dresser. She pulled the top draweropen and shoved me toward the piece of furniture, finally releasing herdeath grip on my ear.”Pick them up,” the commanded.I knew exactly what she was referring to when I saw the pair ofpink panties their, crusted stiff where my come had dried in them.”You like them so much, why don’t you put them on,” She said.”Renee, I’m sorry, I don’t…””Put them on, you fucking perv, or I’ll tell my mom what youdid!””Okay, okay,” I said. “I’ll go put them on.””You’re not going anywhere,” she commanded.I wasn’t quite sure I understood.”Put. Them. On.” She ordered.As ordered, I started to strip down. Renee gathered up myclothes as fast as I could remove them. Eventually, I was just standingthere naked in her bedroom again. She held the soiled panties out to me byher thumb and forefinger.”Can you put the blinds down?” I asked.She slapped me again and said, “Quit stalling and put them on.”I took the panties from her. I pulled them apart, where theyhad stuck together as they dried and gingerly bent over to put my first legin. They were very tight around my muscular legs, but I was able to getthem pulled all the way up.”You want to play with my underwear?” Renee asked,rhetorically, “I’m going to show you what its like to be a girl.”For some reason I felt almost as turned on as I was scared.”You have to learn how to please your man,” Renee said as shewalked over to get something from her desk, “Sometimes he just wants to getoff and doesn’t want to worry about how you feel. If you want to be a goodgirl, you need to learn how to suck a dick.”Renee unzipped her jeans and wedged the head of the hairbrushshe picked up between her legs, leaving the slightly phallic shaped handlesticking out. She held it in place with her left hand, and I saw herrubbing herself through her panties with the thumb.”On your knees,” she commanded.I did as I was told, and felt my mouth fall open as if it had amind of its own. Renee grabbed my hair with her right hand and steered metowards her false cock before roughly impaling my mouth on it. Thesuddenness of it caught me by surprise, and triggered my gag reflex. Itried to pull back, but she just jerked my head forward again and buckedher hips against my face.She let go of me for a moment as I knelt there choking andcoughing, before deciding I’d had enough rest. She used her grip on my hairto tilt my face back up and started to rub the tip of her hairbrush cockacross my skin.”Close your eyes,” she ordered, I complied. “Suck my cock,slut,” she said in a mocking tone.I did exactly what she asked for, sliding my mouth and tongueup and down her fake shaft, tasting plastic. Every few seconds, she’dtighten her fingers in my hair and pull me I towards her again, holding methere until I started to choke again.My eyes were closed, but I figured she was still playing withher clit as she hammered away at my mouth, because I started to smellsomething new, and could swear that a new taste was showing up on thehairbrush handle.Of course, the thing that surprised me the most was how turnedon our little game was making me. I’d flipped my cock up when I put thepanties on, and now that it was hard it was sticking out of the waistband.I could feel the slight stickiness where my precum smeared on my abdomen.”Hold on, slut,” Renee said, “I’m going to come. Don’t you openyour fucking eyes until I tell you.”She let go of my hair and pulled the hairbrush handle back outof my mouth. I knelt there, still bobbing a little bit, having gotten usedto the rhythm she had been enforcing.”Keep your mouth open, slut,” she ordered.I felt something warm and wet splatter onto my cheek. For asecond, I actually thought that somehow she had actually grown a dick whileI wasn’t watching, and that instead of a hairbrush I was really blowingher, and she was shooting a load on my face. I felt a little disappointedwhen the next load hit me, and I could hear her spitting, but then I justlet the fantasy ride. Even though I knew she was just spitting on my face,in my head I saw her hosing me down with come. With a shudder that startedin my belly and spread out from there, I felt myself lose a little morethan just precum, but not a full enough load to call it getting off.My cock was throbbing, begging me just to give it a reason tospill the rest of what Renee’s fantasy had me built up for.”Open your eyes,” she commanded.Right as I did, I saw a flash of light and heard the sound ofher camera phone taking my picture.She actually showed me the picture later on. Me kneeling thereobediently, my hardon proudly standing out above the pink waistband of theborrowed panties. Renee’s fake come on my face, with my eyes red fromchoking and my mouth hanging open like I was just begging for more. Sheowned me from that moment on, and I knew it.”You can go,” she said, putting the phone away, “But don’t eventhink about jacking off tonight.”I probably actually whimpered in weak protest, considering howmuch my cock was aching to come.”Don’t worry,” she said, mock sweetness in her voice, “I’ll letyou know when you’re allowed to. But right now, just go to your room andwait until dinner. And one more thing, you had better be wearing thosepanties every time I bring you in here for a lesson, and they had better beclean. If you don’t do as I say, I’ll have to punish you, so be a goodlittle girl for me, okay?””Yes, Renee” I said, sheepishly.Beyond asking me to pass one of the side dishes to her at mealtime, Renee pretty much ignored me until the weekend. She didn’t even sayanything to me when we got off the bus Friday afternoon. It’s strange, butI was really happy to see that her mom’s car wasn’t parked at the house. Iwas under the impression, despite all the evidence to the contrary, thatone of these days I could do everything right and make Renee so happy withme that she’d finally let me fuck her… make a man out of me and all that. Iwas never too bright about some things.It was my turn to wash the dishes, but it didn’t take verylong. When I went into my bedroom, I saw that the pair of panties had beenlaid out on my bed. I never left them out like that, so I knew that Reneehad taken them out of my hiding place and put them there as a message. Iquickly stripped out of my school clothes and pulled the pink underwear upmy legs. It was only me second time putting them on, but they already feltjust as natural as the rest of my clothes.I ran down the hallway, but made sure to slow down before I hitRenee’s door. I decided it would probably be a good idea to show respect,so I knocked and, as politely as I could, asked if I could come in.”Enter, slut,” Renee responded after a nice long pause.I did as I was told and opened the door. Renee was sitting ather computer and didn’t even look up to acknowledge me. She was wearingwhat looked like a pair of basketball shorts and a slim fitted t-shirt.I stood patiently and waited for her attention. Being a littlenervous, I did find myself picking at the waistband of the panties a coupleof times. Just when I figured she intended to make me stand there the wholenight while she ignored me, she asked me a question.”Have you been a good girl, slut?””Yes, Renee,” I replied, meekly.”You haven’t been touching your dick have you?” She asked.”No,” I answered quickly, then had to correct myself, “Notjacking off, I mean. I have to touch it when I wash in the shower.””That’s okay,” she explained, “Now come here.”I obediently padded over to Renee. She swiveled around in her chair to faceme. I could see she had been video chatting with someone, but must haveclosed the connection.”Turn around, slut,” she demanded, “I want to get a better lookat what I’m working with.”I jumped a little when she squeezed my right butt cheek. Justfrom the touch of her skin against mine, I could feel my dick started tostir. There was nothing I could do about it, I just had to hope it wouldn’tupset her.”You have a really nice ass,” she observed, openly palming andgroping my backside the way I’d seen some of the football players do withthe cheerleaders after pep rallies. “It is so cute and girly,” she added,right before the slap landed.I was probably more surprised by how loud it sounded than bythe sting. I was surprised again when I felt her hands playing over myinner and outer thigh. I was certain she knew she was torturing me, the wayher hands kept creeping higher and higher only to fall away at the lastmoment.”Did you shave your legs, slut?” she asked.”No, Renee,” I said, after clearing my throat, “It’s a familything or something, we don’t get a lot of body hair.””You’re like the perfect slut,” she remarked before giving meass another slap, this time on the left cheek, “I’m going to buy you someg-strings. It wont be long before you’ll have something up your ass, twentyfour seven.”When Renee used the words “up your ass”, I felt a nervousflutter in my stomach. It was kind of insane, letting her have so muchpower over me. I could have jacked off at school or something and she wouldhave never known, but I actually liked doing what she told me during ourfirst session. It was something I’d been curious about, but would havenever attempted on my own. Maybe that is why I was so willing to go alongwith her, she’d give me an excuse to find out what really worked for me…ormaybe I was just so desperate to cum that I would have agreed to anything.Growing up, I dreaded long family trips or any activity thatmeant I couldn’t slip away if I needed to. If something got me worked upand I couldn’t get off fast enough, my brain started coming up with allthese weird things to up the ante.”In the right clothes, I bet nobody would even guess you usedto be a boy.” Renee observed.”I don’t have any tits,” I said, sheepishly over my shoulder.Renee rewarded me with another bracing slap on the ass. pendik escort I was tenting thepanties again.”Some guys like androgynous girls,” she said, “Lets do anexperiment. I want to see what you look like when you’re dressed for yourrole. Follow me.”I trailed behind Renee as she made her way to her closet. Wewere amazingly close to the same size, as my experience with her pantieshad proven. She pulled out tops and mini-skirts and made me hold them up tomy body. She finally settled on what appeared to be a schoolgirl outfit.Plaid, pleated skirt and all.”Go put these on in my bathroom,” Renee said, after adding apair of stockings and a bra to the jumble of clothes in my arms, “I have togo get something for you.”Even though it felt like I was getting further and further awayfrom being allowed to cum, I was actually excited to see what I would looklike in the new outfit.It took me a little effort, but soon enough everything was onand in place. Looking down at my body, I felt like a completely differentperson. I’d left the top buttons open so I could look down my own shirt.Renee’s bra was probably the tightest thing I was wearing. The stronglittle black garment was doing the best it could to make my pecs look likeboobs. I found myself kind of obsessing over my chest, pushing what I couldtogether, or up, to see how it looked in the mirror.I wondered what was taking Renee so long. I was really anxiousto see what she thought of the outfit. I actually had my cock, which waspretty much perpetually half hard or better through the whole fittingexperience, tucked under and my dress hiked up so I could see how it wouldlook when I saw her coming up behind me in the mirror.”You’re such a slut,” she smiled.It turned out she’d been looking through old boxes of hermother’s things to find a wig for me. It was black, so it looked like apretty natural fit for my complexion. Even before Renee finished puttingthe makeup on me, I was amazed at how completely my boy self had vanishedinto my slut self. I looked like a totally different person.”Not bad,” Renee said, appraising her work, “Lets go see howgood of an actress you are.”Renee made me bring in a chair from the dining room and set itnext to hers in front of the computer. She had a random video chat programopen, and was ready to hit the connect button.”Put your hands in your lap,” she directed, “and try to lookcute.”The first person she connected to was a an olive skinned dudewith really hairy arms who was already masturbating for the camera. Reneefrowned and clicked the “next” button before the guy could peel his handsaway long enough to type a greeting.It took about twenty clicks before a guy popped up that Reneeapproved of enough to communicate with. He was fairly normal looking,claimed to be eighteen, and had a nice smile. I waited for instruction asRenee started typing.She told him that I was her cousin and that I was a littleinsecure after a breakup. The guy typed back that I didn’t have anything tobe insecure about. He typed that I was hot and my ex boyfriend was an idiot.I smiled and blew a kiss to the camera. I guess I should havebeen offended that he couldn’t tell I was a boy, but I didn’t really care.That was more validation than I’d had in my normal life in years. Hestarted typing flirty things and asking me about music and what kind ofstuff I liked doing. Renee shoved the keyboard over so I could type.I told as much truth as I could and made up the rest. I felt alittle weird about manipulating him and lying, but I was really loving thepositive attention. Growing up as a boy, you never really want to hear thatyou’re pretty, but you I guess you can get used to it in a hurry.Eventually he asked me where I lived, if it was anywhere nearhim. He was three states away, and kind of bummed that I wasn’t planning ontaking a trip anytime soon. He said he had to go, probably looking forsomeone close enough to actually hook up with. I waved to the camera andRenee hit next.Over the next half hour, Renee taught me how to be a tease andhow to flirt. Guys liked my pouty face, but they really seemed to enjoy itwhen I squeezed my pec tits and licked my lips. It was just benign fun, andwe didn’t see another cock until the last guy we connected to.He was a handsome blonde with really nice abs. It seemed likehe was just waiting for an excuse, or for permission, to whip it out. Theflirting escalated pretty quick, and he evidently didn’t care that we wereon opposite ends of the country. He claimed he was lonely cause he justbroke up with his girl. I typed back asking why, and he responded that shedidn’t giving him blowjobs. I typed back that she’s crazy, blowjobs are somuch fun. It went pretty quick from there, and for a while he seemedperfectly content just to stroke his rod for me as we narrated sex actsback and forth in the chat window. Then he typed out an almost sheepishsounding: Can I see your ass, baby?I looked over at Renee, and she nodded. We stood up and sheadjusted the camera placement a little so it tracked my ass. She guided meinto leaning forward and supporting myself against the chair’s back. I keptmy legs together, doing kind of a reverse tuck to try and make sure nothinggave away the fact I had boy parts. Renee assisted me by flipping the backof my skirt up. She pulled the seat of the panties in from the sides,creating like a makeshift g-string and putting my ass completely on display.Straining to look back at the screen over my shoulder, I couldsee the words our friend had typed: beautiful ass! Tits please?Renee had something else in mind. She delivered her strongestslap yet, actually rocking me forward. I was sure she’d left a handprintthat time. Our friend was really enjoying the show, stroking his big dickfuriously.That was when Renee decided to turn up the heat. She leaned inand covered my lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Wealternated between tongue kissing and spanking. It wasn’t long before ourfriend managed to type out a feeble “Im gonna cum”.By the time he finished blowing his lovely load, my ass feltraw, and I was so hard from making out with Renee that the swat team couldhave used my dick as a battering ram. I’d seen guys get off in porn before,but it was different knowing that it was for me. It made me feel so sexyand horny. I was all set to blow another kiss to the screen and say goodbyewhen Renee grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face the camera.She made sure to lift the front of the skirt up, putting theway my cock stuck out above the panties on display for our friend. Judgingby the look on his face, and the mad scramble for the disconnect button, hewasn’t a fan.I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, if she was going topunish me for getting in to it so much, or if the reveal was thepunishment, but I knew better than to ask. She closed out the program andkissed me again as she grabbed my shoulders.I tried not to smile as she forced me back onto the bed, but tomy surprise, she commanded me to roll over. Once I was face down, shespanked me again for taking too long. Renee was panting like an a****l, andI wasn’t sure what she had planned for me, but I got an idea when I felther weight press down on me.The girl was urgently grinding against my ass, pretending I wastaking an imaginary cock in or something. The strong rocking motion feltwonderful, with my own cock trapped between my abdomen and the bed as Reneehumped me as hard as she could.It was starting to smell like girl in the room again, evenstronger this time than when she’d been thumbing her clit during thehairbrush blowjob. I found myself picturing her with a cock of her own,maybe like the nice one our friend from the chat had. I wondered what itwould feel like to have Renee’s dick inside of me.Finally, between the fantasy and the friction, I started to come. I feltthe warmth spurt out along my abdomen, instantly getting smeared around asRenee’s assault continued. With the sensory overload, and everything thatlead up to it, I came harder than I ever had before. It felt like I wasabout to pass out.A couple minutes later, after thoroughly grinding my softening cock, and agood bit of my new outfit, into the sticky mess I’d made, Renee must havecome as well. She shrieked and thrashed around before rolling off of me.”Not bad, Slut.” She said, patting me gently on the butt.It was all I could do to roll over without losing consciousness. I lookedup in time to see Renee get up from the bed and strip. She tossed her topand sodden shorts onto me and headed toward the shower.”I want everything clean and the sheets back on my bed before dinner,” shecommanded over her shoulder, “But don’t start the washing machine until I’mout of the shower unless you want to wear your uniform to school onMonday.””Yes, Renee,” I said, dreamily.In typical fashion, Renee pretty much ignored me for the restof the weekend. As much as I would have liked to keep my entire new outfitin my room, Renee didn’t want to risk her mom finding it in the closet. Iwas allowed to keep the little black bra and wig, but they had to be hiddenaway under the mattress whenever I wasn’t home. Mrs. Hamlin had made itvery clear that making my bed would be my responsibility and not hers.Renee did give me a little black slip to add to my collection on Sunday,but that was about the extent of our contact.Since she had been chilly to me between sessions, I was kind ofsurprised when Renee came up to me at lunch on Monday. She was smiling,practically bouncing. She pulled me off to the side, away from the k**s Iate lunch, with which were close to being my friends but not quite.I asked what was up and she shushed me, before leading me tothe bathroom by my wrist. Renee checked to see if the coast was clear,going in by herself first. There was someone else inside, so we ended upheading towards the next closet one, which turned out to be completelyempty. Renee pushed me through the door and locked it behind us.I wanted to ask what was going on, but was worried it was animpromptu session, and a question like that would probably make my lifereally tough for the rest of our lunch break. Thankfully, she didn’t keepme in suspense for too long.”I got something for you,” she beamed, pulling something out ofher backpack.It was a pair of lacy red thong underwear. She twirled themaround her index finger for a moment.”Where did you buy those?” I asked.”I didn’t buy them, slut,” Renee corrected, “We’re borrowingthese from Janet’s older sister. Little J owed me big, so I had her swipethese for you.””She knows they’re for me?” I asked, knowing that Janet, akaLittle J, was probably the biggest gossip in the whole school.”No, dummy,” Renee scolded me, “She thinks they’re for me. Itold her I wanted to try some out before I bought any. Of course, they’remore your style than mine.” She smiled, “Go ahead, try them on. Little J’ssister is just about my same exact size, so they should fit you perfectly.”I slung my backpack off my shoulders, since I figured it wouldmake taking my pants off and keeping my balance a bit less complicated.Renee set it on the counter by the sink. Next, I unzipped my jeans and madesure not to drag them on the bathroom floor any more than I had to. When Itook my boxers off, Renee snatched them with her free hand and announced,”Confis**ted,” before handing me the red thong.As always, Renee was right. They fit perfectly. I couldn’t helpswishing my hips in front of the mirror a bit to check out how my asslooked. I felt so sexy, and just couldn’t wait to get home and put the restof my outfit on. Actually, I kind of hoped we would just have a sessionright there, since I was already kind of dressed for it.Renee had other plans though. She just gave me a quick slap onthe ass and told me to be on my best behavior. Then she shoved my boxersdown into the bottom of her backpack, unlocked the door, and left. I rushedto get my pants back on, and just finished with my shoes when the doorswung inward and a pair of very surprised girls walked in on me. Eventhough disaster was averted by mere seconds, I was still standing in agirl’s bathroom and had to make a quick exit, apologizing with a feebleexcuse that the boys room was full and I had to go really bad.I liked the way I felt in the new underwear, but they were alot less substantial than even my pair of panties, so every sensation downthere felt magnified. All of a sudden, I was so turned on I really wished Iwas brave enough to just sneak away and jack off. But Renee had been sokind, giving me a new present, that I didn’t want to break my word to her.I don’t think it hit me, that my next class was physicaleducation, and that it was a dress out day, until I had already walked intothe gym. All of a sudden, I was standing in the locker room, with a lacyred thong on under my jeans. As exciting as it was, I felt more than alittle scared. Teasing I could handle, I guess, but some of the guys in myclass were really vocal regarding how they felt about queers. I was prettysure wearing lacy girl’s underwear would qualify me in their book.They were already giving me a hard time just for fumbling withthe combination to my locker. I made as big of a show out of it as I could,even kicking and pounding on the locker in my fake efforts to get it open.I knew I couldn’t stall forever. If I wasn’t dressed out and present by theend of roll call, I’d have to take a zero in the class for the day.After what seemed like forever, the locker room finally clearedout. I wasted no time popping my locker open and laying out my gym clothes.Trying to make up for the lost time, I snatched my shirt off over my headand kicked out of my shoes. I’d just slithered free of my jeans when Iheard the locker room door slamming shut. Someone had opened it while I wasdressing.Fearing the absolute worst, I spun around to see who’d walkedin on me. Thankfully, it wasn’t one of the overbearing jocks, but instead aguy named Alex who was usually pretty nice to me. He was a year older, buthis old school district had some different classes, so he ended up a yearbehind when he transferred. I was so relieved it was him and not one of theaggressive slabs of beef I shared the class with that I actually smiled athim.Which was when I remembered I was wearing a pair of lacy redthong underwear. My hands flew to cover myself up, and I ended up backpedaling into my locker, making a lot of noise, tripping over my shoes, andknocking my gym shorts onto the ground. When I bent to pick them up, Inoticed Alex watching me. More specifically, he was staring at my barelycovered backside.”It’s not what you think,” I blurted out as I snatched up mygym shorts and turned around, “You know I’m living with that girl’s family?We, uh, made a bet.” I was trying to find something that made sense in ahurry, “Yeah, I was trying to get out of doing the dishes for two weeks,and I lost.” I looked down, “Big time.””Damn,” Alex said after a long pause. He added, “You should becareful. We’re doing the rope climb today, so…”I knew what he was getting at. Our gym shorts were notoriousfor having loose leg holes. During our gymnastics course, loose gym shortleg holes had been responsible for me getting my first glimpse of what agirl my age looked like down there. Of course, it had been Fawn the Fatty,so I wasn’t that impressed.”Oh man,” I said, sitting down on the bench, which wassurprisingly cool on my mostly exposed ass, “I’m dead.””Maybe,” Alex said, “maybe not. I don’t have to do the climb.”I was about to ask why not, like an idiot. Alex was stillrecovering from a torn rotator cuff. Even our drill sergeant of a gymteacher wouldn’t force him up the rope.”So, how does that help me?” I asked.”Those panties must be cutting off your circulation orsomething,” Alex said, “I mean I can loan you my boxers.”I wanted to say, “What am I, some sort of collector of otherpeople’s underwear?” but I thought better of it. He was trying to help me,after all.”Besides,” he added, “it would probably be less embarrassingfor them to see me going commando under the gym shorts that to see whatyou’re wearing.””Alright, I’ll take them.” I said. For some reason, the thoughtof just taking them off and going commando myself didn’t occur to me untilthe bus ride home.”Not so fast,” Alex said, “I need something from you in return.”I found myself thinking I was about to have my first experiencewith an actual boy, first feeling uneasy and then strangely excited. Ofcourse, that wasn’t what Alex had in mind, at all.”English class is terrible,” he said, “I’ve had to do most ofthis stuff before, and I can just use my old papers. You’d really help meout if you did the paper on Othello for me, though. I’ve read enoughShakespeare for a lifetime.”I could hear the coach blow the first whistle. That was to geteveryone to assemble on the court for roll call. I was running out of time.”Sure, I’ll do your paper. No problem.” I said.”Then these are yours,” Alex said, nonchalantly removing hisboxers.He had basically my opposite complexion, being kind of pale andblonde, but he was really fit under his clothes and his dick was actuallybigger than I expected. He had his pubes trimmed to show it off, and it wasnice and thick looking. I found myself reminded of the guy Renee and I werevid-chatting with, and wondering how big Alex’s cock got when he wasexcited and what type of face he made when he came. Of course, in the backof my mind, I knew there was something I should have been concentrating on,other than Alex’s crotch.The pair of boxers hit me straight in the face. Alex was lessconcerned than he was amused, tossing off a casual, “Nice catch,” as hebusied himself with getting his gym clothes on.I quickly changed into first Alex’s boxers and then my gymshorts. I put the panties in the bottom of my bag and stuffed everythinginto my locker. We ended up dressed at about the same time and jogging tobe in line before the final whistle.Thanks to the alphabet, I was one of the first five to go upthe rope. I was light and took a couple of years of gymnastics before myfamily moved to the new house, so it wasn’t really difficult for me at all.Of course, once I slapped the flag at the top, I had to make my trip backdown. There is probably some method that involves less rope friction on thedick, but I didn’t know about it.After receiving my check mark on the coach’s clipboard, I hadto walk very carefully over to the bleachers. All I wanted to do was getsat down and find some pose that would cover up my arousal. I sat down nextto Alex.”You were the fastest one so far,” he said, clearly impressed,”I don’t think anybody is going to beat that time.””Thanks,” I said, not really used to getting praised in gymclass, by anyone.”Of course, it would have been a better show if you still hadyour panties on,” Alex joked.”They’re not mine,” I protested, taking a quick look around tosee if anyone was listening in on us.”I know, I know,” Alex said, waving my concern off, “Theyshould be though. I was so surprised when I went into the locker room. Youtotally look like a girl from behind. Well, mainly your ass I mean. I meanyou look good, I mean, for a guy. I mean,””Please stop saying `I mean’,” I whispered, “This isembarrassing enough without having to talk about it. Just promise me youwont tell anyone, okay?””I promise,” Alex said, sincerely, “As long as you don’t tellanyone I said you looked good in them.””Deal,” I replied.”I feel kind of bad about making you have to write both ouressays,” Alex said, “Maybe I could bring you a pizza and hang out,” hequickly added, “If it wouldn’t distract you too much, and if it would becool with the people you’re staying with.”It probably wouldn’t be cool with Renee, but I had alreadyanswered before my brain could properly kick in, “Sure, sounds good to me.I’ll ask tonight and give you a call.””Cool,” Alex said.Mrs. Hamlin was fine with Alex coming over. Renee said shedidn’t mind either, but I wasn’t so sure. Alex showed up with the pizzaabout an hour after I called to tell him it was fine. I introduced him toboth Mrs. Hamlin and Renee. Alex politely shook hands with both of them.The papers were coming along great, even with the pizza. Iwrote one entire paper first. I had knack for understanding things I’dread. Sometimes I understood them so well that the teachers got upset withme. I’d do my presentation about the story we read, nail the meaning, andthen the teacher would twiddle his thumbs for the rest of the class sinceI’d wrapped the unit up. Once I had the template, the second one was easyto make. I just had to come up with different words to say the same things.I even decided to shake it up in a couple of places to throw the teacheroff.Alex read both papers, maybe out of a sense of duty orobligation. I let him pick which one we’d put his name on and then we sentthe job to the wireless printer. Our teacher always insisted on handwritten rough drafts, so I told Alex he’d just have to copy the secondpaper over in his own handwriting after I had them typed up.With the academic portion of the evening coming to a close, wewere just about to settle into the general hanging out phase when the phonein the kitchen rang. Apparently, there was an emergency at the store andMrs. Hamlin had to leave. Naturally, Renee was left in charge.Almost too predictably, Renee called me out of my room just acouple minutes after her mom’s car pulled out of the drive way.”I want you in my room in five minutes, slut. Dressed in yourpink panties and ready to do whatever I say,” Renee ordered.”But they’re between the mattresses. I can’t get them with himin there,””You better figure out a way,” Renee advised, “And you won’t bechanging in my room. You come to my door dressed. You have less than fiveminutes now, slut. If you don’t make it in time, your little friend gets tobe the first one to see the photo.”She turned and walked down the hall, leaving me with a bigproblem.I could probably have just asked Alex to leave. I could havelied and made some logical sounding reason up, but I didn’t want to offendhim. I liked hanging out with him. That meant I needed a way to get him outof the room.I made several nervous attempts, constantly flicking my eyesback to the wall clock as my tiny window of opportunity inched shut secondby second. Finally, when I was just about to confess what was going on,Alex asked if he could use the restroom.Not believing my luck, I pointed him in the right direction. Ashe was heading out of my room, I added that I had to help Renee with somechores. As soon as I was alone, I stripped in record time and fished aroundbetween the mattresses for my panties.Carrying my shorts and shirt in my teeth, I actually steppedthrough the door naked and worked to pull the panties up as I was goingdown the hall. I was properly panty clad before I knocked on Renee’s door,with about thirty seconds to spare if my internal count was right.No answer. Seconds kept ticking. I knocked again, a littlelouder. Still nothing. I was worried that Alex would be out of the bathroombefore Renee opened the door. Maybe that was what she wanted, to have himfind me waiting at her door like a sad escort pendik puppy, with pink panties on. I wasso relieved when Renee pulled the door open that I almost hugged her. Itwas such a close call that I actually heard the bathroom door starting toopen right as Renee pushed her door shut.”You made it, slut,” Renee said, “Too bad, I wanted to ask yourfriend what he thought of my photography skills.”I waited, silently, for my instructions.”We’re going to start with some sucking tonight,” Renee stated.After a beat, she decided to clarify, “That means on yourfucking knees, slut! Mouth open, eyes closed.”I did as I was told. I had this strange fantasy pop into myhead that maybe Renee and Alex knew each other, and she was going to usethis opportunity to steer his dick into my mouth.”You’re such a slut,” Renee said, observing my growing arousalas the head of my cock stood proudly out above the panty’s waistband, “It’sgood that you get turned on being on your knees. Now, start sucking.”My lips closed around whatever Renee put in my mouth. It wasn’ther hairbrush. There was no plastic taste, and the shape was wrong. It wasalmost a perfect cylinder, just a little wider than my thumb at theknuckle, but tapering at the far end. As I slid further up, I felt theobject get smaller and then flare back out a little bit.”Get it soaking wet, slut,” Renee commanded, “Lots of spit.It’ll make this easier on you.”I gave the phantom object the sloppiest sounding mouth fuck Icould. After what felt like forever, Renee told me I could stop andcarefully pulled the thing back out of my mouth.”Open your eyes,” she ordered.I saw what the object was. It was one of the handles from ajump rope. It was wood, sanded and coated with something that made it aboutas smooth as glass. The narrow part was where the thumb would go, I guess,with the end flaring back out and the ring on the end for the rope toconnect to.”Get on your hands and knees and turn around, slut” Renee said,”Its time to pop that cute little cherry of yours.”My heart was racing as I assumed the position. Renee got behindme and I felt her hands on my ass. She was spreading my cheeks apart,pinning the seat of the panties to one side with a thumb. After she spat onmy asshole a couple of times, my cock was rock hard. She began to rub theend of the handle against my tight little butt hole, smoothing her salivaaround. I couldn’t help tensing up when she tried the first push.”Just relax,” she said, “don’t try to squeeze or anything untilits all the way inside.””Yes, Renee,” I said.I was biting my bottom lip as she made her second push. With alittle twist, she manage to slip the tip of the handle in. It felt strangeat first, almost like I had to go to the bathroom. A brief episode of panichappened when I wondered what terrible tortures Renee would rain down on meif I did go to the bathroom while she was stuffing me, if that was evenpossible.She eased some more of the handle inside of me and startedbouncing it a little, just feathering it with her fingers. It felt like shewas sending ripples of pure pleasure through my whole body, but at the sametime I was stretched more than I was used to and it did hurt a little.Renee took her time, slowly burying the handle in me. When shepushed it far enough for the narrow spot to line up with my butt hole, thepain went away and I really relaxed. The feeling of fullness was wonderful,but something strange had happened.I looked down and saw my hard on was gone. My dick was justhanging down, longer and thicker than usual for it being that soft. I hadanother brief moment of panic, worrying that somehow Renee had broken mydick, but that went away when she started to slowly work the handle in andout of my ass. It felt so good I couldn’t believe I’d never tried doing itto myself before. It felt like my whole body was involved, not just mydick. Don’t get me wrong, my dick was happy too, judging by the thick flowof pre-cum that was constantly drooling from the tip.When I started to get off, it happened with absolutely nowarning. Even though my cock wasn’t even standing up straight, my cum juststarted pouring out. It wasn’t like normal, either, it felt like my wholebody was going to drain out of my dick. There was nothing I could do butcollapse into the pool of my own goo, ass sticking up in the air with thehandle still hilted inside of me. Apparently, Renee’s last thrust had donethe job.As soon as I was able to talk, I started apologizing to Reneefor cumming without her permission. She gave my right cheek a squeeze andtold me, “It was your first time, so its okay. Your punishment won’t be toosevere.”She put my panties back in place, covering up the little bit ofthe handle that was protruding from my ass. She handed me a towel and toldme to clean up my mess. I did exactly as I was told, scrubbing the carpetas I stayed on my hands and knees, wondering when, if ever, Renee would letme take the handle out of my butt.She kept toying with me while I was cleaning up, giving littletugs on the handle through the panties only to push it all the way back in.By the time I had as much of the floor and myself cleaned up as possible,it almost felt like she had me ready to cum again.”Get dressed,” Renee said, pointing to the shorts and shirt I’dbrought with me, “Oh, don’t worry about the handle. You don’t have to wearit all night, just until your friend leaves,” Renee smiled, “but I don’twant him to leave for at least half an hour.”I had a lot of questions, like was it safe to leave it in thatlong, and how was I supposed to sit down, but I knew asking any of them wasgoing to make things worse for me, so I just put my clothes back on. I madethe mistake of turning back to ask Renee about the sitting thing, because Iwas worried about that the most.”You’ve been dismissed, slut,” Renee said, a little too loudlyfor my comfort.With nothing else I could do about it, I let myself out ofRenee’s room. My first stop was the bathroom. I checked in the mirror tosee how obvious it was that I had something stuck up my ass. As it turnedout, the loose fitting shorts did a pretty good job of hiding it. It wouldshow a little if I bent over far enough, but that was kind of a no-brainer.Alex was waiting in my room when I got back. It felt sostrange, walking around with something in my ass. It seemed like I wasconstantly in this weird aroused state where my dick and my balls feltbigger or heavier than normal. When Alex was momentarily distracted, Imanaged to rummage around in my shorts enough to flip my dick up so thatthe waist bands for the panties and shorts held it in place. With just thehem of the shirt to hide the head of my cock where it protruded above myshorts, I had to lean forward a little to make things less obvious.Luckily, it was a dark shirt so I hoped it would help hide things if mycock started drooling too heavily.Sitting down took a little work, but after one false start, Imanaged to get into a position on the chair where the bit of the handlethat stuck out wasn’t a problem. Unfortunately, I was so focused on gettingmyself comfortable without looking too strange, I wasn’t paying muchattention to my guest.”I think I’m going to go,” Alex announced.”No, please stay,” I heard myself say, “Its just that I don’tget to hang out with other guys a lot. Just Renee and her mom, so it isnice to have someone over.””I guess I could stay a little longer,” Alex admitted, “but nottoo much. If I’m not home by my curfew I’m going to be in trouble for along time.”We watched funny internet videos and talked about video gamesfor a while. Basically, we talked about everything except what I wanted totalk about. The tricks Renee showed me with the handle had felt so good, Ikind of wanted to share them. Of course, I was worried that maybe they onlyfelt good because I was Renee’s little panty boy slut, and a real guy likeAlex would be grossed out by it.When Alex did finally leave, he made me an offer that I reallyhoped Renee and Mrs. Hamlin would let me take him up on: He invited me to asleepover at his place on Friday, promising video games, his dad’s pornocollection, and access to the liquor cabinet. Alex referred to it as myjailbreak from the estrogen prison. Even though I knew Renee was going tomake me pay for even asking if I could go, I knew that I really wanted to.As soon as Alex’s car pulled out of the driveway, Renee arrivedto pull the jump rope handle out of my ass. She held it out by the ring forme to take, meaning I had no other way to grab it than by the parts thathad been inside of me.”Keep this with your other things, and bring it to my roomwhenever I call you,” she said, “By the way, slut: Make sure you clean itreally well. It always goes in your mouth before it goes anywhere else. Ifit is ever dirty when I call on you, it will stay in your mouth until it isclean again.”The next couple of days were pretty normal at the house. Mrs. Hamlin wasaround by the time we got back from school, so Renee was friendly andpolite to me, at least on the surface. We’d only had a couple sessions, butI was already starting to be able to read her, to pick up things I don’tthink other people noticed. She seemed a little frustrated that her and hermother’s work schedules at the store that week wouldn’t allow us time foranother full session until Sunday, thanks to my getting to go on thesleepover on Friday.Mrs. Hamlin really liked the idea of me going over to Alex’s place for anight, since it meant she could have a chance for her and Renee to justhave some mother daughter time, for once. Of course, she quicklybackpedaled to explain that they loved having me as a guest, but that itwould be nice if everyone had a night off once in a while.Naturally, I had asked Renee’s permission before approaching her mom aboutit. Renee told me she didn’t mind, but that I would have to earn it. Thisinvolved her volunteering to do a store run as a convenient excuse toborrow her mom’s car for a an hour or so after school on Thursday.I wasn’t sure what to expect. All I knew was that we were going someplacewe needed a car to reach, and Renee ordered me to pack all of my girlthings into my backpack for the ride.When I reached to open the passenger door to get in, she responded byflicking the lock button on the driver’s side. She pursed her lips andwaved her finger back and forth.”Silly girl,” she said, “sluts ride in the back seat. If you’re going to bea good slut, you need to get used to how it feels back there. Don’t worrythough, it should make it easier for you to change your clothes.”The fact I wasn’t wearing my seat belt was just about the furthest thingfrom my mind as I rolled around in the back seat getting out of my boythings and into my girl clothes. I hadn’t brought the slip, since it wasjust a little longer than the school girl skirt and would have lookedweird. Thankfully, Renee was okay with that.I stripped down first. Taking my clothes off out in public, even if I wastrying to stay low enough nobody could really see me through the windows ofthe moving car, was a total thrill. By the time I wiggled into my bra, mycock was already hard. I looked up and saw Renee watching me in the rearview mirror.”You are such a little slut,” she declared, “is there anything that doesn’tturn you on?”I decided it would be wiser to finish dressing in silence, since I knew thewrong answer, or probably any answer, would make whatever she had plannedeven worse. Thankfully, I was able to will my cock back down somehow, sothat I was fully converted and sitting very lady-like, and properly tucked,when we reached our destination.It was a rural gas station with a barn around back that they sold hay outof in the winter. My dad had taken me there a couple of times before, butas different as I looked, I wasn’t worried anyone would recognize me. Idutifully followed Renee into the store, and then all the way back to thebathroom.”Knock,” she said, pushing me up to the door. She turned and smiled at oneof the guys who worked there, loading bags of a****l feed. I recognized himas a football player from a rival high school.When there was no response to my knock, Renee opened the door and herded meinto the small room beyond it. She took a tube of lipstick and an eyelinerpencil out of her purse and helped me to further my transformation from boyto girl. As soon as she felt I had been made pretty enough, she put themakeup away and pulled out my jump rope handle.Thankfully, I had cleaned it as soon as possible after our last session,using an alcohol pad and then some soap and water for good measure. Reneehad been pleased when I presented it to her that morning.Seeing it in her hand, I knew what she wanted from me. I went to my kneesin front of her and opened my mouth.”Good girl, good slut,” Renee practically purred, smiling as she gave methe handle.I put on as lewd a display for her as I could, running my free hand over mychest and down my body, making sure to avoid even accidentally brushing itagainst my dick, while I urgently swirled my tongue around the handle,making porn star faces as I continued to suck. Naturally, acting like that,along with that little voice in the back of my head reminding me that I hadsomething in my mouth that had been in my ass before, made me horny as hell.Renee wasn’t exactly immune to my show either. I saw her lick her lips, andchange the way she was standing. It seemed like she had the button poppedon her jeans and a hand down the front of her pants without even realizingshe was doing it. Right before she told me the handle was ready for itsnext trip into my asshole, she grabbed my head with a sticky hand andpulled me tight to her crotch. Then, she actually forced me back and leanedagainst me, pinning my head between the counter for the sink and the denimcovering her pussy. She grinded on my face a little before letting me up.I saw that my lipstick was going to need some touch ups as Renee turned mearound to face the mirror. As soon as she pulled my panties down, she tookthe handle from me and gently started to work it into my butt. It didn’thurt much this time, and seemed to slide in so much easier. I was alreadypanting by the time she had it hilted in me, but to my surprise, I couldsee that she was too.”Stick your ass out more,” she ordered.I complied, leaning all the way down to rest my elbows on the sink, drivingmy butt out for her. She tossed my skirt up over my back and gave me aslow, thorough, ass fucking with the handle, raining more than a fewstinging slaps down on my butt while she worked me.”Here’s your chance, slut. I want you to come for me,” Renee’s lips brushedmy ear as she commanded me, her voice ragged and breathy.She jerked my torso back so I was in a standing position again as shesnaked her other arm around my body. As her hand made its way back to thering on the handle, from the front this time, her arm made its firstincidental contact with my cock and balls. With a finger through the ring,she was able to fuck me just as easily in the new position, and grindagainst me from behind at the same time.My body felt like a storm. Everything she was doing to me felt so good thatI just wanted it to keep going forever, but at the same time I wanted tocum for her right away, if only to thank her for giving me so much.”Hold your dress up,” she hissed in my ear as we both watched the mirrorimage of my cock bobbing around under the skirt.I ended up with one hand on the counter, the other one pinning the hem ofmy dress to my chest. I was completely taken by surprise when Renee usedthe hand that wasn’t involved in pounding my ass and wrapped her fingersaround my throat.As my face started to tingle and a rushing sound built up in my ears,Renee’s thrusts became more violent. There were sparkles dancing across myvision, and it seemed like the entire world was slowing down. All I coulddo was watch in the mirror as my master either killed me or made me cum forher. I wasn’t sure she actually cared which happened first, but as good aseverything felt to me in that moment, I don’t think I did either.When it finally happened, the orgasm was incredible. My load was spewingout in long arcs, landing on the mirror, the counter, the walls, just abouteverywhere. Once the crushing pressure was removed from my neck, I coughedand gasped for air as I continued to squeeze out a few more jets of semen.I came so hard that the last couple bursts ran clear. I wondered, for asecond, if she’d actually made me pump out every last drop of cum in mybody.Seeing my legs were getting wobbly, Renee used both hands to hold me up.The effect it produced in the mirror made it look like she was giving me anhonest, loving, hug around my midsection. I couldn’t help but notice my ownface staring back at me. The way I came on the mirror made it look like I’dgiven my reflection a facial.”You look really cute with cum on your face,” Renee said when she caught mestaring.”Thank you,” I replied, hoarsely. I wasn’t really thanking her for thatobservation, but for the mind breaking orgasm I’d just had. I think my bodywas still shaking.”You’re welcome, slut,” Renee replied, “But we’re not done yet. That wasjust a little bonus for asking me about the sleepover before bringing it upwith my mom. Now, you have to earn the right to go, and what I have plannedfor that wouldn’t really work if your dirty slut dick was still hard.”Once I was able to stand on my own again, Renee helped me put my pantiesback on and fix my makeup.”You made a nice big mess, I think you should help clean it up,” Reneepaused, “with your tongue.””All of it?” I asked before I could stop myself. The thought of licking myway through half of a public bathroom didn’t strike me as a particularlyhealthy thing to do.”Just what’s on the mirror should be enough,” Renee said, “save some funfor the boys who work here,” she added with a wicked smile.Renee watched me lick my sperm off of my reflection. The taste took alittle getting used to, but after the first couple of passes, I was reallyenjoying it. I was actually enjoying it so much I didn’t notice when Reneetook out her phone, until the flash went off a couple times and it hit methat she was taking more photos of me.When the mirror was cleaned to my master’s satisfaction, she showed me hernew favorite photo of me. My eyes were closed, and Renee took it from anangle that didn’t show her. It looked, for all the world, like I was doinga cum swap with a twin sister on the other side of the glass. I was reallysurprised how pretty I looked in the photo. It was almost like art orsomething.I think it wasn’t until she pushed me ahead of her out the bathroom door,that I realized the handle was still in my ass.–As we made our way to the counter, I noticed that a second young man wasstanding next to the guy we saw on the way in. They were both wearing tightt-shirts with the store’s name printed on the back and a miniature of itslogo on the pocket. The football star was nudging the other guy, someoneI’d definitely never seen before, and tilting his head in our direction.I figured that Renee and I had probably gotten a little loud during ourmini-session, and that had drawn their attention. They seemed to be havinga grand old time imagining what two girls like us had been doing to eachother to make all that noise.Renee asked the guy behind the counter to cut her some steaks to her mom’sspecifications. The counter man nodded and headed toward the back of thestore where the meat section was. It had been a while since my last visit.The meat counter had to be a new addition.”Lean up against the counter, and stick your ass out,” Renee quietlyordered, “pull your stuff to the front so it doesn’t show, just like we didfor the video chat,”I did as I was ordered, feeling my heart beginning to race again. I knewthose boys were looking at me, just like Renee wanted.The meat cutter’s departure left us in the store during a nice afternoonlull. There were no other customers but us. I chanced a look back over myshoulder and saw that the boys couldn’t take their eyes off of us. Off ofme.”Wiggle your ass,” Renee directed, quietly. I happily did as I was told.She turned around so she could watch the boys, as well as keep an eye onthe meat cutter with her peripheral vision. The order should take a littlewhile, and Renee didn’t want to have to explain to any adults what she wasdoing in the store with a teenage boy dressed up as a girl, with somethingstuck up his ass.Renee lifted the hem of my skirt slowly. I felt her tug the seat of mypanties to one side, exposing my right cheek as well as the part of thejump rope handle that was sticking out of my ass. She gave the ring alittle pull and eased an inch or two of the handle back out, making surethat the boys could tell what was going on, even at that distance.She shamelessly fucked me with the handle, putting me completely on displayfor the boys. I chanced another look back over my shoulder. They werewalking over to us. It felt so dangerous, knowing that if I moved the wrongway and anything shifted into view, things could get very bad for us veryfast. I very much wanted to warn Renee that she was doing a little too goodof a job back there, and that it felt like I’d be up and ready for action,prepped to spill another load out right onto the counter within a fewmoments, but didn’t want to risk angering her.The football player arrived first, clearly the alpha of the two.”Haven’t seen you around here in a while,” he said to Renee, “Don’t tell meyou turned dyke after I dumped you.””Don’t flatter yourself, Chase,” Renee said, casually continuing to easethe handle in and out me, “I’m just teaching my cousin here a lesson.””How to take it up the ass?” He chuckled, “Way to pay it forward.”I could practically sense Renee rolling her eyes at him before replying.”I’m teaching her not to borrow my clothes without permission,” She said,her voice sounding different for some reason, but I couldn’t place it,”Want to take a turn?”Renee took her hand away from the ring.”I’d be honored,” the football player said, after chancing a quick glanceto confirm that his boss was still out of sight in the back of the store.He grabbed my ass more roughly than Renee ever had, actually shoving mywhole body up against the counter. Considering where my boy parts werecurrently stored, it hurt like hell. I wanted to grab something, anything Icould find, and slam it into his head, but then I felt a tug on the jumprope handle. He had squeezed me so hard I was afraid there would be a bunchof ugly bruises back there later. Even so, I found myself starting to relaxanyway as the handle began sliding in and out of my hole again.”Feel this,” he said, grabbing my right hand by the wrist and steering itback towards his crotch. He made sure my fingers found the bulge of hiscock, pressed off to one side by his tight jeans. Not sure what else to do,I have it a couple of approving squeezes until he said, “You just let meknow when you’re ready for a real piece of meat, baby.”The sound of a metal door from the rear of the building was all it took forChase to snatch his hand away, thankfully after he let go of the ring. pendik escort bayan Heanswered some made up question a little too loudly, and obviously, clearlyfor the bosses’ benefit. Renee smoothed my skirt back down into place and Iwas able to stand up again.Before shuffling away, on a desperate search for something he could appearbusy doing, Chase quietly confided in Renee that he was throwing a hugehouse party in a couple of weeks and that we were “totally invited.””I don’t know if I can make it,” Renee said, a familiar dismissive tone inher voice, “but I’m sure my cousin will definitely be there.”Renee made me carry the package with the steaks in it on our way out of thestore. Right before we got in the car, she hugged me around the shoulderand told me, “You were great, he really thinks you’re a girl.”Renee ran interference for me when we got back home so that I could slip inwithout Mrs. Hamlin seeing the way I was dressed. Almost reluctantly, Ished my girl clothes in the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Afterboth I and my little friend, the jump rope handle, were properly sanitized,I toweled off and slithered back into the cast-off boy things from mybackpack.I gave myself a once over in the mirror to make sure I’d washed away everytrace of my makeup. I had this idea for a really cool project. I wanted tosee what it would look like if Renee took a picture of me as a boy doingthe same pose I made while I was licking my cum off the mirror back at thestore. We could use the computer to put them together into one image. Itwould be like a chronicle of both halves of me.Mrs. Hamlin knocked on the bathroom door and let me know that the steakswere ready.After dinner, when Mrs. Hamlin excused herself for a fewminutes, Renee pulled me aside and explained my ground rules would stillapply when I was over at Alex’s house.”No jacking off,” she said, curtly, “Just because you’respending the night someplace else doesn’t let you off the hook, got it?””Yes, Renee,””That’s my pretty little slut,” she smiled, ruffling up my hair.As I turned to walk out of the kitchen, she gave me a quickslap on the ass.I was anxious all day Friday. I hadn’t been on a sleep over, ifyou didn’t count living with the Hamlins, since I was a little k**. Alexand I hung out together at lunch, making plans. When the afternoon bellrang, I followed him down to the parking lot and got in his car. He wasnice enough to let me sit in the passenger seat. I tossed my backpack intothe back and just listened to the radio as he pulled onto the road.Alex’s house was really nice. It was two stories, which waskind of uncommon for the area. The lawn was beautifully landscaped withlots of trees and hedges. It looked like something out of a magazine or amovie.Once we got inside, I had to pick my jaw up off the floor. Itseemed like their living room was bigger than Mrs.Hamlin’s entire house. Itwasn’t, but that was what I thought when I walked in. Alex nonchalantlytossed his backpack onto the kitchen counter and went to the refrigeratorto grab us some sodas. I was still standing in the same spot, gawking, whenhe brought them back.”What?” He asked, handing me one of the cans.”This house is awesome,” I blurted out, “I’m so jealous, dude.”Alex sighed.”Dad is a surgeon, and mom is a pediatrics nurse,” heexplained, “They’re never around. Its like they buy things for me to bribeme or buy me off.””Sorry, I was just saying,””Don’t worry about it,” Alex worked his way into a smile, “myissues. Not yours. There are some perks though. I actually have a creditcard just for ordering food in. Want some pizza?””Sure,” I said.”You can put your stuff in my room if you want,” Alex saidgrabbing the phone off the wall, “What do you want on your pizza?”We played video games most of the afternoon, with intermittentpizza breaks. I kind of lost track of time. When I looked outside, I wassurprised how late it had already gotten.Alex had a habit of bumping into me with his shoulder when wewere playing a competitive game. He shoved me a little, but it was allplayful. He had managed to distract me a few times, to his advantage. Therewere also a couple moments where I was playing by myself, helping himthrough a tough section of one game or another, where he’d press in closeor lean over me from behind to watch. When I dominated an incrediblydifficult optional boss for him, he squeezed both of my shoulders and toldme how awesome I was.I’d always liked having my space, and I was usually uncomfortable wheneveranyone got that close, but Alex felt okay to me. I don’t know, maybe itreminded me of how I came when Renee was humping me on her bed, or the wayshe held me after I came in that feed store’s bathroom or something. I justknew that Alex was the second person I didn’t mind being that close too.After saving our progress, Alex said I could go ahead and turn the systemoff. He told me he wanted to show me something.I followed Alex into his room. My backpack was on top of theair mattress that was already inflated on the floor for me, with a stack ofpillows and sheets waiting next to it. I followed Alex as he set his laptopcomputer up on his desk. There was a small plastic trash bin between thedesk and the wall that looked about half full of wadded up paper towels.A few quick keystrokes later, Alex logged into a premium pornpay site.”My dad uses their anniversary date for his password oneverything,” he laughed, “You have to see some of these.”I’d never thought about watching porn with another personbefore, and I wasn’t really sure what the etiquette was, as far as wholewhipping it out and “enjoying” the movie went. Not that it mattered, sinceI was still under orders from Renee.Alex answered the question pretty quickly, when he rolled tothe side and suggested I grab a chair and squeeze in. He’d already thumbedthe button open on his jeans as I started pulling the other chair over. Itreminded me of Renee calling me over to video chat. I had this brieffantasy that Alex had actually been the guy who came for me that night,even though I could clearly see the guy’s face and he definitely wasn’tAlex.By the time I sat down, Alex’s shoes and jeans were already ina tangle under the desk. He fished his dick out of his boxers and startedstroking it as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do whenyou had guests over. He was intently focused on the impressive display ofcoitus happening on his computer screen, but I couldn’t take my eyes offhim.His cock had to be almost seven inches long, with a slightcurve up towards his body and a little bit to the right. It swelled nicelyat the head, which was glistening with a steady coating of pre-cum that wasalready starting to leak onto his hand. At that moment, more than justabout anything else in the world, I was filled with the urge to just openmy mouth and dive onto that dick.Alex was clearly enjoying himself. He’d started making littlethrusts into his hand. When he pushed his legs out to the sides to givehimself more leverage, I guess, he bumped into my leg.”What’s wrong?” He asked, all of a sudden remembering someoneelse was in the room with him, and seeing me still clothed and without ahand pumping away at my own crotch, “Are you shy or something? I can seeyou need to” Alex was referring to the bulge at the front of my own jeans.”I’m…I’m” I stammered, “I’m not allowed to, okay.””Not allowed,” Alex repeated, so confused by that notion thathe stopped stroking himself, “Not allowed by who? Is it a religious thing?””Nothing like that. I mean, its not important,” I answered,getting up from the chair, “I’m not allowed. That’s just how it is.”Alex took a moment and then closed the window his porn moviewas playing in.”Sorry dude, I didn’t know,” he said, “We can do somethingelse.””No,” I said, a little too quickly, “Its your house. I mean,you started. Don’t you kind of need to, you know, finish?””Don’t worry about that,” Alex said as he made his firstattempt at stuffing his still hard cock back into his boxers, “I can getoff anytime. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Its just, I kind ofnoticed you were trying to hide a boner when you got back from helpingRenee the other night. I figured you could use a good release, but we don’thave to watch it if you’re not okay with it.”I remember thinking, damn it! Please don’t stop! But it was toolate. The moment had passed. Alex was too concerned about my feelings andcomfort to finish up. Instead, he put his pants back on and we went back toplaying video games until it was time to go to sleep.Alex’s mom popped in to meet me and say goodnight to her sonafter the end of her long shift. His father would be late, she said. Welistened to her footsteps retreat down the hall.”As soon as she hits the bed, she’s out for the night,” Alexsaid, indicating we could stay up later if I wanted.We ended up sneaking back out to the front room after the lightwent out under the door to his parent’s room. Alex went right to his dad’sliquor cabinet and went to work on the combination lock.”See what I mean?” he asked, as the lock popped open, “Theiranniversary. Never fails.”We ended up stealing about a shot and a half each from a bottleof expensive looking bourbon. Not being used to it, I started to feel warmall over right away, with my head getting just a little swimmy. We sat upfor about half an hour talking about things, quietly, until Alex got aroundto the one subject I had been hoping he’d avoid.”Okay, I have to ask,” He said, “why a red thong? There had tobe other things you could have bet for.””I can’t explain it,” I said, meaning that I didn’t want to try.”Come on,” Alex nudged my arm, “I’m curious.””I, uh, have to go to the bathroom,” I said, getting up fromthe bed. I grabbed my backpack on my way to the door.”Don’t get angry,” Alex said, rising from the bed to follow me,”I didn’t mean anything, I was just asking.””Its okay,” I said, taking a deep breath, “I’m not upset. Ijust need a couple minutes, okay?””Sure,” Alex said.When I put one foot in the hallway, I knew what I was going todo. I probably didn’t think it out far enough to worry about what wouldhappen when I did it, but I knew what I was going to do. I think thebourbon probably helped.I was so frightened that Alex’s mom would wake up at just thewrong time, that I started actually shivering, despite the warmth in mybelly I was still feeling from the bourbon. I watched in the bathroommirror as I peeled away the boy and became my other self. I pulled on thepanties first, the red lacy ones, of course, and then the black slip. I’dnever worn it before, so I tried going over my head first and then realizedit was probably best to come up the legs with it instead. After that camethe little black bra and the wig.I leaned in close to the mirror, looking at the girl in it whowas looking back at me. I decided she needed a little something else tofinish things up. I hadn’t risked stealing any of Renee’s makeup, so I hadto make do with a tube of lipstick I’d found while I was changing in thebackseat of Mrs.Hamlin’s car.Maybe I had justified taking all my girl things with me becauseI didn’t want to risk them getting found, incase Mrs. Hamlin decided to putfresh sheets on the bed just to be nice or something. Maybe, but I think atleast some part of me was planning on doing what I did from the beginning.The fact that Chase’s party was looming in my near future was part of it. Iwas pretty sure Renee would make sure my mouth would get passed around likea party favor. If there was even a little chance I could spend a night withsomeone I actually liked, someone I actually wanted to be with, first, Ihad to take it. I didn’t want my first real taste of dick to come from someredneck jock.I realized that I was now in the most dangerous part of themission: Walking back to Alex’s room. If his mom had woken up while I wason my way to the bathroom, I could explain that. I had no idea how I wouldexplain why I was dressed the way I was and on my way back to her son’sroom.Thankfully, I made it back without incident.I opened the door just a crack, and whispered, “Close youreyes.””What,” Alex asked, almost sounding like he’d just woken upfrom a long sleep even though it had only been a couple of minutes, “whatfor?””Just do it, okay?” I pleaded, throwing a quick glance over myshoulder to make sure Alex’s mom wasn’t coming down the hallway.”Okay, I’m doing it.”I pushed the door open and stepped through. I left my backpackin the corner and walked around to the front of the bed. I took anotherbreath to try and calm down before announcing that Alex could open his eyes.Now it was Alex’s jaw that dropped.”Holy shit,” he exclaimed.I put my finger to my lips and made a shushing sound as cutelyas I could before adding, “I really don’t want to wake your mom up rightnow,”I considered cycling through some of the flirty poses that hadgone over so well during my video chats, but I figured he’d need some timebetween seeing me transform into a girl and having me start hitting on him.Alex just watched me as I stood there.”There wasn’t any bet, was there?” He finally managed.”No,” I said. Maybe it was because I was trying to stay quiet,or it was some combined effect of being my new self, but I noticed my voicesounded differently. A lot more feminine than my boy voice did. “It startedout as a punishment for something I did, but I think it is somethingdifferent now. Every other time, Renee had to make me do it. This time, Ichose to do it. I wanted you to see me like this.””How many…I mean, does anyone…” Alex was having troubletalking, “Who knows about this?””Just you and Renee,” I said, with a smile.”You know,” Alex was leaning forward on the bed now, “You lookreally good like this. Cute I mean.””Thanks,” I said, “I have one more confession though. This isnew to me, and I don’t know how it is supposed to work, but I want to behonest with you. I like you. I think I kind of had a crush on you since wemet, but I wasn’t someone who could do that, you know? Since this started,”I ran my hands down my body, “and especially after you rescued me frombeing humiliated in gym class, I’ve had trouble thinking about anythingelse. So… I need to know if maybe there could be something there?””I don’t know,” Alex said, “This is a lot to deal with all atonce.”I was trying to be polite and not stare at the tent he wasmaking of his top sheet. Clearly, some part of him was interested. Ofcourse, I didn’t know if it was just the novelty of having someone thatlooks like a real live girl in his bedroom late at night, or if it wasactually for me specifically.”I’ve never done anything with another guy before,” Alex said.”Me neither,” I replied. Chase’s groping and handle work didn’treally count, as far as I was concerned.”No, not just that. I mean like when we were watching porntogether. I’ve never tried that with a friend before, but I feelcomfortable with you. I don’t even know why I suggested it.””Maybe you wanted something to happen between us?” I said,trying not to sound too hopeful.”Maybe, I don’t know. It’s weird. Ever since I saw you in thelocker room, I can’t get it out of my head.” A pause, “I was surprised athow good you looked.”I turned around and lifted the hem of the slip to show off myprized asset. I gave Alex a wicked grin over my shoulder when I caught himstaring, “I like it when someone slaps it,” I confided. Alex’s tent made alittle involuntary jump.”You’re making this really hard for me,” Alex said, andprobably instantly wished he had reconsidered his word choice.”I can tell,” I said. He was already blushing, so I figured alittle teasing wouldn’t hurt.”You know what I mean,” he said, “Wait, do I still call you…””No,” I cut him off, “I hadn’t thought about it before, but wecan use Jamie. That is what my parents were going to call me if I had beena girl.””Jamie,” Alex tried my new name out. I liked how it soundedwhen he said it.”I have an idea,” I said, turning back toward Alex and startingto make my way over to the bed. I sat down on the edge, and felt prettyhappy that he hadn’t leaned back to get away from me, “How about, I helpfinish what you started earlier, and if either of us wants to stop, we stopand it goes back to the way it was. No bad feelings?””I guess we could do that,” Alex said.”I was hoping you’d say that,” I smiled as I reached down forthe sheet.I pulled slowly, reveling in the look on Alex’s face as thesheet dragged over the head of his cock. He’d mentioned in passing that healways slept in the nude, and I thought it would just be another agonizingfrustration for me, but it turned out to make what I had in mind veryconvenient. When there was just a little more fabric left to go, I leaneddown and flicked my tongue against him, making him gasp. I teased him a fewmore times, bouncing his cock around with licks until I could feel thesheet getting damp from his pre-cum. When I finally removed the rest of thesheet, I rewarded Alex for his patience by giving him a kiss on the crownof his beautiful dick.With my intentions made pretty damn clear, I slithered off thebed and got on my knees. I’d made the invitation, but it would be up to himto accept it. I was so thrilled when he swung his legs off the bed andpresented his cock to me for more attention.I started really slowly. Since I’d never actually taken a realcock in my mouth before, I wasn’t sure if I’d like how it tasted or felt. Ididn’t want Alex to think I was grossed out by him. I just reached out andclosed my hand around his hardness. As I tightened my grip, I was amazed byhow warm he felt in my palm.I stroked him up and down really slowly until he started tothrust against my hand. In almost no time, the head of his cock was slickwith pre-cum and I couldn’t hold my curiosity off any longer.Alex’s right hand twisted into a fist in the top sheet as Idragged my tongue against the underside of his cockhead. Loving thereaction in his breathing and the way his head lolled back as heinvoluntarily bucked his hips, I kept going until I managed to milk a nicefat drop of pre-cum out of his dick. I wasn’t really aware of any specificflavor, only that I was literally craving my next taste, and that my owncock was standing at full attention beneath my slip.I released my grip and rewarded Alex with a nice long lick fromthe base of his shaft to the crown, where I waited, teasing him with quicklittle flicks of my tongue, until he looked down. As soon as our eyes met,I gave him a devilish little smile before parting my lips and taking thehead of his wonderful cock deep into my mouth.After the first couple of passes, I realized I needed to calmdown a bit. I was sucking so eagerly that I kept making a loud smacking orpopping sound whenever I slid off the end of his dick. I switched tosomething I figured was basically French kissing Alex’s cock, swirling mytongue around as I slid up and down on the end of his shaft.He surprised me when he took me by the head and started a bunchof rapid fire shallow thrusts into my mouth. Without realizing it at thetime, I felt his body pass the point of no return.”Oh god, Jamie…” Alex managed before the first surge of hiscome flooded into my mouth.All of a sudden, it felt like I was in some kind of rodeo. Alexwas thrashing around like a wild a****l, and it was all I could do to stayon the end of his cock so I could keep drinking down his salty sweat cream.His stuff tasted a little different than mine had, but I was loving everydrop. Drinking it straight from the source was a lot better than licking itup off of mirror glass.Alex collapsed back onto the bed as soon as I’d finishedswallowing the last of his load. He was sweating like he’d been running arace and breathing heavily, his whole upper chest flushed red. After takinga moment to collect himself, and without accidentally kicking me, hemanaged to get his legs twisted around so he was laying on the bed insteadof half off of it.I wasn’t sure what had actually happened to me. I had been socompletely focused on Alex that I’d kind of blocked out my own arousal. Assoon as I wasn’t concentrating on making things feel great for him, Irealized that the way he tasted, smelled, and felt, had me in totaloverdrive.Alex edged back from the side of the bed until there was enoughroom for me to join him. From the way I’d heard it, eavesdropping onconversations some girls at our school had, Alex was incredibly sweet tostill want to cuddle with me after he’d already scored the blow job.I climbed onto the bed very carefully. My own cock felt like itwas going to erupt at the slightest provocation, and I so desperatelywanted to keep my promise to Renee. I liked how it felt as I settled intothe spot Alex had been laying in, the way the bed was already warm againstme.”That was incredible, Jamie,” Alex said.”Thanks,” I blushed.”No, thank you,” he replied.And then he kissed me. It felt like a bomb went off in mychest. I was instantly so happy that I probably actually squeezed out a fewtears. Of course, I was also busy pumping out what felt like a river of cum.Alex held me while I shook, wracked by spasm after spasm, as Imade my way through the intense orgasm. My slip was a mess and my cum wasalready leaking out onto the sheet underneath us. I tried to open my mouthto apologize, but Alex shut me up with another kiss and told me it wasalright.”Just relax, Jamie” he said to me in a very soft voice, “I’llbe right back.”I was perfectly content to wallow in the sodden bed, my wholebody feeling warm and peaceful. I watched Alex’s naked form rise and departthrough the bedroom door, his sated prick still bearing my smeared lipstick.He returned with a bundle in his arms that turned out to befresh sheets and some towels. I slithered out of my soggy undergarments andwas incredibly, yet pleasantly, surprised when he reached toward me withone of the towels. As he cleaned up my mess, there was no shame orhesitation in his touch. He wasn’t even phased when, impossibly, my cockjumped back to full attention beneath his fingers.”You’re a very horny girl, aren’t you?” He inquired with asmile.It was all I could do to bite my lip and nod as his bare handclosed around my cock and began gently squeezing and stroking me. I’d neverimagined he’d be so interested in taking care of me like that. It made mewant him even more.”I want to make sure you’re down for the night before I changethe sheets,” he whispered in my ear, in between teasingly brief kisses. Hekept his free hand moving over my body, tracing circles on my abdomen andeven kneading my pec tits and playing with my nipples, which were probablyhard enough to cut glass with at the moment, “Just let me know when you’reclose, okay, baby?”Again, it was all I could do to nod. I realized I’d probablygone from having a crush on this boy to being completely in love with himin the span of one evening. I wondered if that was how it worked for realgirls too.When I couldn’t hold on any longer, I blurted out, “I’m goingto come”Alex responded by cupping another hand towel over the end of mycock and pumping away at me even harder. When the last drops of my loadwere safely balled up in the towel and my body was clean again, Alex helpedme out of bed and I returned the favor by helping him change the sheets.Once everything was clean and dry, we slipped back into bedtogether. I fell asleep with my cheek on his shoulder and his hand on myback.

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