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 Teenage trannies.By (c) Joyce Hamilton.  Mtv.

   I slowly slid the silky panties up over my thighs, over my balls, and
then tight into my crotch.  I looked at myself in the mirror: my cock was
clear through the nearly transparent crotch, hard, the foreskin pulled back
so my knob showed almost pink through the black nylon.  I pirouetted and
looked at myself fondling my own buttocks under the stretched panties.  I
decided my bottom was sexy and any man would like to have it!  Round again,
and there was now a damp patch where my cock had leaked into my sister's
underwear.  I rummaged around in the laundry basket to see if I could find
her bra: no luck!  She must have put it back in the drawer when she
undressed last night.  But here were her hold-ups, nice glossy tan nylons.
I nearly shivered as I pulled the first over my foot and up my thighs. 
Then the other one.  I loved the feel of the stocking-tops tight around my
thighs, and the feel of nylon on my legs, especially when I stood in front
of the mirror and rubbed my legs together, nylon on nylon.  I wished I
could get into her shoes, especially since she had bought high heeled
silver slippers, all strappy and with diamente too: but it was no use.  My
feet were bigger than hers.

   I teased my nipples into erection, and tried to make the flesh into
feminine tits by pushing from each side: I was too slim for it to work
properly!

   I fondled my arse, and bent over in front of the mirror, looking at my
slender buttocks.  I imagined I was Lavinia de Vere, a virgin, about to be
deflowered by the Graf von Mohne, virile and ruthless seducer of young
girls.  In thrall to my fantasy I was rubbing my cock, risking making it
sore with the friction of the nylon.  I was close, and took my cock out,
jerking it franticly.  I slipped my free hand down inside my knickers and
felt the smoothness of my bum.  I was really close now and at the crucial
moment slid my index finger into my bottom-hole and shoved it in hard till
my knuckle prevented further penetration.  At that moment I was Cecilia
Higgins being fucked behind the Cooper's Arms in the next street and I
spurted cum in a stream onto the white enamel of the bath.  Jesus!  I loved
wearing her undies and wanking....especially when she had worn her best and
sexiest for an evening out with Frankie, her fiance.

   I came down to earth with a crash when I looked up, and out of the
bathroom window.  There was Jason Browne, our neighbour: looking straight
up at the window.  Had he seen me?  Could he see me now, still in stockings
and panties?  Cum still oozing down my cock!  The shame of it!  I tore the
panties down, stockings too, and shoved them back in the wicker basket.  He
was still looking up, expressionless.  I could not decide whether he was
looking at me or not.  I so hoped he wasn't!  Perhaps you could not see
through the window into the bathroom.  I would go down and look for myself.

   He had gone inside by the time I got down there and stood by the short
three-bar open fence that separated our two gardens.  I looked up at the
window.  I could not decide: I could see the bathroom cabinet, but not so
clearly.  Jason was one of my boyhood heroes: he was still remembered at my
school as one of their finest athletes ever, and the honours board in the
entrance hall showed he had been Head Boy five years before.  That made him
twenty-two, and I knew he had just finished college, where he had again
shone on the sports field.  He was very handsome, I thought, and I would
have liked to be like him.  But I knew that, secretly, I was more like my
fantasy figure Lady Lavinia than Jason Browne, Oxford Blue, and young
merchant banker!  Oh Lord!  How I hoped he had not seen my shameful
dressing up.  I had even bent over.  I blushed as I remembered I had
fingered my arse.  Oh lord!  I had stuck a finger up there, imagining being
raped....  What would he think of me?  How I wished I was athletic,
clean-cut, and blessed with blonde locks and golden body hair.  I was
slender, dark, olive-complexioned, and knew there was something feminine
about me.  I could not be macho to save my life, and my crushes were on
handsome young men, though when with other boys and when asked which was
not often, I would lie about my success with girls.  In fact I had no
interest in girls, except in my fantasy of myself as Lady Lavinia, Cecilia
Higgins the barmaid, or Major Anne Banner the Salvation Army stalwart, and
a dozen other feminine personae who assisted in my masturbatory fantasies.

   ....................................................................

   It was about five days later, Friday evening, and I was helping my
father stack logs for the winter.  Father had a low (and really quite
accurate) opinion of me as a helper, and all I was allowed to do was load
the barrow in the drive where a lorry had tipped them, and wheel it round
the back, where he did the skilled job of stacking.

   Jason Browne hopped over the fence as he often did.  He looked lean and
hard-bodied in shorts and t-shirt.  I looked carefully at him, trying to
read in his face the contempt I expected to be there if he had seen my
shame a few days before.  Nothing, except that open, pleasant, and so so so
very sexy smile.  I noticed he had perfect teeth!

   'Hi.  Gathering winter fuel, I see.'

   'Yup.  Nearly done now.  I like to get it well-dried before winter, so
we get it in early.' My father stopped and reached in his back pocket for
cigarette and lighter.

   'Football season's on so it's not so early really.  Season seems to get
earlier and earlier each year!  Anyway, I've got a couple of tickets for
the match tomorrow.  Was going to take my nephew, but he's got chicken-pox
or something.  It's a concessionary ticket of course, so it has to be an
under sixteen.  How old are you, Cecil?'

   'Fourteen.'

   'That'd be OK then.  Fancy a trip to watch United?  Would that be ok, Mr
Higgins?'

   'Sure if he wants to.'

   'Oh!  I'd love that!'

   'Great.  I'll pick you up at one.'

   I thought his arse looked so strong and masculine as he vaulted tidily
over the fence.

   ..................................................................

   'Good match, eh?'

   'Great.  we gave them a real stuffing.  Hey!  Four one!'

   'Yup.  I usually wait here a few minutes until the worst of the traffic
has gone.' I was sitting beside him in his Range Rover while less patient
fans crawled past us bumper-to-bumper.  He turned on the radio, which was
commentary on a late-starting match.  I looked down at his thighs beside
me, and shivered when I saw the golden hair there, and the tight, white
shorts that seemed to hide so little of his wonderful masculinity.  I was
wearing my United shirt like him, but my shorts were limp on my
less-than-bulky thighs.  I could just make out the shape of his cock, and
the thought of it made my own cock harden, embarassingly outlined against
the thin cloth.  I wished I had worn underpants!

   But then I was glad I had not as Jason looked down at my bulge, smiled
and dropped his hand down from the steering wheel to rest it in my crotch;
and then beyond hope he gripped my cock and squeezed it,released, and
squeezed again.  Now he had my cock and my balls in his grasp and was
gently squeezing the whole package.  I could see his cock hard, and now
clearly outlined, but was still too timid to reach out for it.  How I
longed to though!

   It was as if I was paralysed.  I realised I had wanted this, had so
desired his strong hands on my body, and now here he was fondling my cock,
his other hand stroking my thigh, inching up under the legs of my shorts. I
was coming a bit, and you could not only see the shape of my knob when his
hand moved, but a greyer damp patch on my white shorts.  And I was no
longer embarassed, just hypnotised by the strangeness and newness of it
all. His hand stroked and fondled me, in silence.  Then I looked out of the
window at the passing cars and I had a moment of horror as I feared that
one of the passing motorists might see what we were doing, or rather what
Jason was doing to me.  But the panic passed when I realised in the Range
Rover we were so much higher than the saloon cars that was impossible.  It
would have to be another Range Rover or a Jeep for there to be any danger.
I started to concentrate on the side window to get early warning of the
approach of any such car!

   So I scarcely noticed when Jason eased my zip down and had my cock and
balls out, naked to his touch.  The first I realised was when I felt him
pulling my foreskin back and then grasping my naked cock and balls in his
hand, large enough to envelope them entirely.  He spoke, the first words
since he started groping me.  'I've wanted to do this so much, Cecil. 
You're so slender and lovely, and your skin is like silk.' He was wanking
me properly now, and I was still tongue-tied, and still too timid to touch
him as I wished.  His words to me were like those a man would use to a
girl, and were just what I had always fantasised.  I could feel my cum
rising into my cock, and then suddenly I came; a long spurt of cum, bigger
than I had ever had before, flew through the air to land on the dash-board.
Further little spurts and oozings wet his hand as he still grasped my cock.
I was even more astonished to see him lick his hand clean of my cum as I
had not thought of this even in the excitement of my solitary bed-time
fantasies.

   I found my voice finally.  'And I've so wanted you to touch me, Jason.
I've thought about it at night.' I didn't tell him that I imagined myself
as Cecilia Higgins, seduced and deflowered by the athletic Jason Browne in
the pub carpark!  No that would have been just too demeaning!  'And I so
wanted to touch you...'

   'No time like the present, Cecil...' and he took my hand and placed it
on the bulge in his shorts.  I grasped it, and felt for the first time
another hard cock, so strangely familiar like the feel of my own, and yet
so other, so very different.  I grasped it, feeling it warm and soft, but
with bone inside it.  'Unzip me then and do it properly, Cecil.'

   With almost religious reverence I slid the zip down, and found like me
he was naked beneath.  His cock sprang out and I grasped it, astoundingly
long and broad compared to mine and the few other hard cocks I had seen
(innocent young boys in the school communal showers).  I felt the steel
beneath the warm skin, and held it looking at the circumcised knob, so
elegant and handsome I thought, and the mass of golden curls from which it
grew like some exotic flower.  I wanked it, allowing my fist to rub the
front as I knew that was the most sensitive part.  On the radio they were
reading the football results as they always do at five thirty, and I
remember it was just as the announcer said "Coca Cola League Two. 
Acrington Stanley 3 Chester 3" that he came, a great streamer of white
arcing through the air and splattering beside my cum on the dashboard. 
Another spurt joined it, and then it was oozing and dribbling over my hand.
I held him for a second or two, unwilling for this to end, but then licked
my hand as I had seen him do.  So I tasted another man's spunk for the
first time.  And ever after, when I heard the results, or a mention of
either Accrington or Chester, I recall that first liberating and defining
experience.

   The traffic had quietened now, only the occasional car came past, and we
could see they were entering the main road easily and that the traffic was
fluid.  Jason started the car and moved the gear shift.  As we drove away,
'That was great Cecil.  Shall we do it again?  I'd like to.'

   'Oh, me too, Jason.  Yes, please.'

   'Be nice to do it in comfort and in private.  Can't tomorrow as I have
to visit my parents, but could you come next door Monday?  I get home from
work about six, and you could come over at seven.  Would you have to
explain to your parents?'

   'Oh, they don't care what I do in the evenings, as long as I don't get
in the way of them!' My mother and father had very little to do with me or
my sister.  Both were obsessed with politics, both Councillors, he on the
County Council and she on the District.  By the time they had politicked,
indulged their passion for Bridge and Golf, and kept up with their
favourite TV soaps there was no time left for family life.  My sister was
engaged to be married, with the wedding fixed for that autumn, so all in
all no-one took much notice of what I did.  Don't feel sorry for me!  I
liked it that way.

   'Ok.  It's a date then.  Monday, seven.'

   ...............................................................

   I did not sleep well Saturday and Sunday night as I was unwilling to
jerk off: I wanted my balls to be really full of cum for him.  I might not
be very masculine or very athletic, and I always assumed (quite wrongly in
fact!) that I was ugly with my dark complexion, but at least I would have
lots of cum when he wanked me next.  My fitful dreams were of naked
athletes, sometimes looking like Jason, sometimes more like those in my
scrapbook of handsome men, but whoever figured in them they all kissed and
hugged me and handled my cock.  I had heard rumours in the playground of
anal sex (which the boys called "bumming" or "buggering") but only half
believed them.  My fantasies of being raped by the villainous Prussian
general or seduced by a handsome young athlete were imaginings only, and I
had never seen a picture of anal sex, let alone a video.  That did not stop
me waking up several times with a raging hard and the memory of being
fucked in my dreams.  Laying awake those two nights I got a finger up my
arse, and with the help of some Johnson's baby oil from the medicine
cabinet taught myself to enjoy three fingers for the first time: I knew
then that those schoolboy stories of anal sex were not just playground
fictions!

   Our house had been built some years before in the garden of Jason's,
what is now called "infill".  So while ours was small and modern, his was
an imposing late-Victorian builing, stylish and high-ceilinged.  It was
with a mixture of trepidation and suppressed excitement that I knocked on
his backdoor on the dot of seven.  My heart was beating so loud that I
could hear the pulse in the vein behind my ear, and I had the tautness in
the chest I felt for the first time that evening but have felt since when I
have come to the point of sex with a new lover.  I knew he would jerk me
off, but at least half-hoped he would do the almost incredible act of sex,
putting his cock where I had practised with my fingers.  I half-feared that
act as well, to be honest.

   He was wearing a long dressing gown which should have struck me as being
a bit odd in such a macho guy: it was white silk and clung to his body. 
But I noticed nothing and could see only his wonderful welcoming smile, and
his piercing blue eyes.  My legs felt weak for a moment!

   He closed the door behind me, and my adult life began with an embrace
and a long, lover's kiss.

   'I've got a surprise for you, Cecil...'

   He led the way into a back room the main feature of which was a
king-size double bed, with black satin sheets.  Laying across the bed was a
white satin basque with blue trimmings, a matching thong, and an unopened
packet of stockings.  I stared in disbelief.

   'I saw you the other day in your bathroom, Cecil, and thought you would
like to have your own....  I'd certainly love to see you in these.  You
looked incredibly sexy.  I bought them yesterday for you.'

   I recovered and hugged him, whispering my thanks and excitement in his
ear as I kissed his neck and pressed my body to his.  I could not wait!  I
could feel his cock hard and springy against my body, through the thin silk
of his robe.  'Will they fit?'

   'Let's see.' He was pulling my shirt up over my head.  I kicked off my
trainers, and felt him unbuckle my belt.  My shorts fell to my ankles and I
was naked for him, and proud that my cock, small though it was, was
standing fully erect, in fact so hard that it was nearly flat against my
belly as I stood for a second.  I lifted the basque and turned it round: it
was fastened with a dozen little white hooks.  It would be easier to step
into it and pull it up, as I did sometimes when I was lucky and my sister
left a suspender belt in the laundry basket.  It was tight, but I wriggled
and writhed and Jason helped pull it up until I was properly encased, and
the straps were over my shoulders.  I can remember the stockings packet,
the first I ever opened, and one that set the standard for my whole life.
If you have not (assuming you are transvestite like me, or real-girl) tried
Gio stockings, you must!  Silky and clinging to the touch, they are the
ultimate sensuous feel on smooth legs.  I pulled them slowly up, and they
nearly reached my crotch with only an inch of naked flesh at the stocking
tops.  I adjusted the length of the straps and Jason helped me with the
difficult rear clips.  I was about to step into the white satin and lace
thong, when Jason stopped me.

   'Later Cecil.  Leave the panties till after.'

   Of course!  He wanted my naked cock!

   Over the bed was a full-length oil painting of a nude.  It was a boy a
bit like me, laying in the posture of the famous "Naked Maja", and despite
his erect cock there was something feminine in his limbs, his smile, and
something inviting about the whole composition.  You had a feeling that his
lover was standing over him, out of the picture, but looking down at him,
perhaps preparing his adult cock for the ultimate act of love.  It
parallelled exactly the feeling of tightness and anticipation in my chest,
where my heart was beating so loudly I thought Jason must hear it: and did
not care!

   We lay on the bed, him still near-decent in his long dressing-gown, me
shamelessly naked except for the lace and satin that hid nothing and was
only intended to tease and titillate.  I love to kiss, and it was Jason, my
first lover, who taught me the langourous pleasure of laying in your man's
arms, feeling his hands on your body, the urgency of his prick against you,
his lips on yours, and his tongue fighting yours for possession of the
lover's mouth.  I would have liked it to last for hours, but what followed
next was even better.

   Those rough boys in the playground used "cocksucker" as among the
ultimate insults, inevitably leading to a fight, unless the victim of the
insult was like me both timid and in my case not altogether an unwilling
recipient!  It was so surprising and so flattering and then so sensual when
this macho man knelt over me, lowered his face to my belly, and took my
cock into his mouth.  I think I was less than five inches long at fourteen
and not very broad either: there is a photo of me a few months later, but
that is of my cock only half-hard.  I expect I was not very big, and I
remember he took my whole cock into his mouth, and while he cradled and
tickled my balls with a cupped hand he let his tongue flutter up and down
the sensitive front of it while it luxuriated in the warmth and wetness of
his mouth.

   He was still in that robe, fastened about his waist, and I realised I
wanted to see, to handle his cock.  I reached and undid the bow, and it
fell open to reveal the object of my desire and my dreams over the past two
nights.  He sucked me, and I fondled his cock, combing the hairs in his
groin and stroking the golden trail of hair to his belly button.  He
groaned and was sucking me harder, bobbing up and down on me.  I felt my
cum rising and had one of my panic moments as I thought he would hate to
have me come in his mouth.

   'I'm gonna cum!' I tried to roll away, but he held my hips firmly and
sucked harder, pushing my cock even deeper in his throat as he gobbled me.
And I came.  I thought the orgasm in the car was big, but this was huge,
enveloping me completely.  I held his head in my hands, and closed my eyes
to recover.

   But he was whispering in my ear, 'Now you're dressed as a girl, Cecil, I
want to love you properly.  You know what I mean?  I want to fuck you.'

   I had known, of course, that he would want to possess me, and my
fantasies had been of the bride de-flowered by the groom.  But amid my
excited anticipation (my little cock had stayed hard despite coming so
strongly), amid that heightened sexuality was a very real fear.  It would
hurt!  I knew it would...

   'Will it hurt, Jason?'

   'A bit at first, but I'll be gentle at first.  And later you will love
it.  After a few times you will want it more than anything.  Believe me.'
His lips on mine again, but now his hand under my bottom, feeling for my
anus.  He must have got some lubricant onto his fingers while my eyes were
shut, because I felt his finger slide easily in.  'I know you like this,
Cecil.  Remember I saw you in the bathroom, and very sexy it was too.  Is
that nice?'

   'Yes.' And it was too, better than when I fingered myself.  It was
relaxing and soothing to have him gently masturbate my bottom hole, and I
might even have been drifting off into sleep.

   'Put this under your bottom, Cecil.' It was a cushion, thicker than the
black-satin covered pillows, and it raised my hips up, and I realised in
this position my anus was open and available, or at least would have been
were it not for the two fingers still embedded in it.  Without thinking, I
bent my legs at the knees and raised my thighs.  Now Jason could get at me
more easily.  I saw him squirt some more lube onto his fingers and around
my anus, and then the almost-pain as he slid a third finger into me. 
'Still ok?'

   'Yes.  I think it will be ok.  I mean when you really have me.'

   'I think you are ready, Cecil.' He was between my spread legs, the knob
of his cock pointing directly at me, when he removed his fingers, squirted
yet more lube on me, and placed his knob against my arsehole.  It felt
good! And better still when with a slight pressure I could feel it starting
to open me.  It was not in yet, but it was not outside either.  Then
another push and his knob was in me.  It still did not hurt!  Then he
pushed hard....  and that did hurt as his cock slid up me and filled my
bottom.  I could feel my muscles contract, and it was hurting.  But I
wanted it to be good, for him as much as for me, and I bit my knuckle.

   The pain subsided into an ache as he started to fuck me, slowly and
gently as he had promised.  Then the ache went, and it just felt full.  I'm
sorry to say there was no real pleasure, but at least there was no pain. 
'I think you can do me harder if you want....'

   He did want!  And he started to fuck me properly.  There was a sort of
pleasure in this, especially as I was able to jerk at my cock while he had
me.  And his hands on my chest and nipples was nice as well.  I masturbated
hard with one hand, while I felt the muscles in his belly and thighs with
the other.  I could feel my orgasm rising, and I jerked faster and faster
till, with an incredible force of sensations spreading from my
tightly-filled bottom, my balls he was fondling, and my cock itself a
stream of cum splattered over my chest and belly.

   Jason saw this, and must have found it exciting.  He groaned, shouted
"Yes!" and I knew he was coming inside me.  I was a virgin no longer!  I
had told myself it was not the act of being penetrated that was important,
it was when your man was excited enough to spunk inside you.  That was the
moment a boy became ....what?  a woman in my case!  I tried to imagine that
stream of cum I had seen in the carpark splattering against my innards with
every virile thrust, with every groan of pleasure, and although I could not
feel the cum, felt its effect as his cock slid even easier.

   It was a bit messy after, but not as bad as I had imagined, and a couple
of tissues each sorted that, before he asked me to sit with him in front of
his laptop.

   'To really transform you, Cecil, you certainly need a wig, sexy shoes
and perhaps breast forms.  But I thought we had better order them together.
What do you think?'

   I was overjoyed.  Of course.  And though I only had a hazy idea what
"breast forms" were, that seemed especially exciting.

   So we sat together and surfed.  The wig was easy as there were hundreds
of choices, and we went for a sensible price as much as anything.  At first
I wanted blonde, but Jason persuaded me that with my colouring a black,
shoulder-length, glossy with some waves in it would turn me into a perfect
senorita, or perhaps a gypsy dancer.  The shoes were easy too,as I just
wanted silver high heels, and if possible diamente straps.  Since I took
sixes at that age it was easy to find them, and sale price too!  The breast
forms gave us some thought, and were an excuse for Jason to squeeze my
little-boy nipples.  He didn't want me to go for too big, and finally we
chose the smallest we could find, which would give me about an A-Cup.  They
were not cheap!

   We could not resist getting some cheap sexy lingerie...  on ebay!

   The work done we surfed a bit for a sexy top and skirt, and while we
visted quite ordinary girl's clothing sites he felt me up, holding my whole
cock and balls in his hand, and reminding me of the way he had fondled me
that first time.  I was soon hard.  We chose, ordered, and then he sucked
me off again.  He got only half-hard, but I did not mind too much as I
reckoned my tight arsehole had had enough for one day!

   .......................................................................

   I watched the postman the next few days, and counted the packets he
seemed to deliver next door.  By the time Friday came, our next date, I
reckoned the deliveries were complete.

   Mother and father had gone out to one of their meetings.  "There's some
ham in the fridge.  Leave the door on the latch...  we won't be back till
after eleven".

   Four whole hours with Jason!  The half hour from six thirty to seven
took an age, but eventually the moment came and I was knocking on his back
door.  And he was waiting for me, as the door opened immediately, and he
bathed me in that welcoming smile.  My heart was beating fit to burst, and
my state of excitement was in no way diminished by the clothes he had
chosen.  Many of the pictures I had clipped from magazines to accompany my
bedtime fantasies had been of handsome young men in their dinner jackets
('tuxedos' if you are American, 'smoking' if French....), and here he was
resplendent in the ultimate fetish wear for a young transvestite like me.
He even had those wonderful black pearl studs down the front of his dress
shirt instead of buttons.  He shut the door behind me before crushing me in
his arms for my welcoming kiss.  I could feel his cock even through the
black thin trousers.

   'Everything arrived, Cecil.  It's laid out in the bedroom.  You go and
get dressed, and I'll wait for you watching the television: it will be nice
to be surprised.'

   Under the watching eyes, then, of only the "Naked Maja" I slowly
dressed. I went to the drawer where in future I would be keeping my more
intimate pretties and chose a very simple lingerie set in pale green satin
and lace, the knickers square cut at the waist and fairly full in the
leg....even half-hard they accommodated my cock nicely...  and the bra was
just simple green satin, filled out nicely by my falsies.  The suspender
belt was green satin, again without trimming.  I noticed Jason had added
some new packets of stockings to my store, some black and some fishnet, but
I chose the tan Gio stockings I had enjoyed so much my first time, being
careful not to ladder them and to get the seams straight.  I posed in front
of the mirror and decided I looked great already.

   Jason had left out for me some nail varnish, and a matching scarlet
lipstick, very Latina I thought as I pursed my lips and applied it.  I felt
more and more feminine, and especially as I painted my nails.  There was no
real make-up, just a powder compact.  But I knew my complexion was still
girlish, and I did not need any.

   The wig was a delight, and transformed me!

   Jason had chosen a tartan mini-skirt (the sort that dirty old men love
to put on their little girls...  and boys), and a tight, white skimpy
cotton top.  The shoes, diamente-strap high heels, did not really go with
the rest but there's no doubt they did wonders for my ankles and legs as I
stood admiring myself in the mirror.  And they made my bottom jut out
provocatively, or at least I hoped so.  My seams were straight and my legs
really did look very feminine: I was pleased with myself.

   I stood in the doorway to let Jason admire me: I could see in his eyes
that he did, and by the bulge in his dress trousers I was confident I was
going to be fucked, which this second time I was looking forward to with
none of the mixed feelings of the week before.  I sat beside him, and he
made to kill the television, which was a porn film of a two hairy guys...
the sort I would have liked if the real thing, namely Jason, was not
available.  I stopped him.

   'Let's watch it a bit.  I've never seen anything like this before.' My
cock was instantly hard as I watched the coloured guy place his cock
between his white friend's buttock cheeks.

   'Suits me.' Jason's hand rested lightly on my thigh, just under the hem
of my skirt, but not high enough to find the naked flesh above my
stocking-tops.  'Which of them do you prefer?'

   I thought a moment, watching that ebony cock slide easily in and out of
hairy buttocks.  'They're both handsome, but the coloured guy has a great
body.  Nearly as good as yours, Jason.'

   He slipped his arm over my shoulders and kissed me, his hand still on my
leg running up and down my thigh and clearly enjoying the feel of the silky
nylon.  'You like big guys, Cecil?'

   'I've always dreamed about big, muscular men.'

   'What about boys?'

   'There's one in my class I would like, but not really.  Big men for me,
and that boy, Howard, is big and strong as well.'

   'Take my advice, Cecil.  Have some of those boys while you can, when
you're the same age, or else you'll regret it later.  More difficult when
you're adult and they're boys.  Me I like boys and men.  And pretty
trannies too!' His hand moved up to grasp my cock and balls in one
encompassing grip, squeezing gently through the slick satin.  'I can't keep
calling you Cecil when you are so very pretty and feminine.  How about
Cecily?'

   'I sometimes imagine I'm Cecilia when I'm dressed in my sister's
things.'

   'Cecilia it is then!  Do you ever fancy girls?'

   'No.  I don't like girls at all.'

   'I do.  Men, boys, trannies, girls, anyone sexy turns me on!'

   I realised then that he would not be faithful, and it was no good my
expecting him to be.  And as I watched the guys in the film I knew that if
they were available to me I would not myself be faithful.  I thought I
loved Jason, but knew that male love is not exclusive.  The black guy in
the film had come, and was now kneeling and presenting his smooth, oiled
arse to his friend.

   'How are you getting on with those high heels?  Difficult?'

   'Piece of cake!  I feel like they are completely natural.'

   'Let's dance then.  There's a wood floor next room.'

   The room was tall-ceilinged like the whole ground floor, and the walls
covered with glass-fronted book cases full of books, many of them
leather-bound.

   'Jeez!  You read a lot.'

   'Not me!  They were my father's, and I left them as the room would have
looked empty without them.  The floor is good for dancing though.  Let's
start with some pop.  He put a cd on and the room filled with music.  It
was good to be in his arms, feeling his hand on my arse, and sometimed his
leg between mine, pressing onto my crotch.  I found I had a natural
aptitude for dancing, and especially when he put some rock n roll on and
whirled me around a bit.  My wig came off when he rolled me right over his
back.  Later we surfed the net and found some adhesive to cure that!

   The rock n roll was best, and I thought Jason looked magnificent as he
danced: it's good for the man to be athletic for that, and for the girl to
be lightly-built!  But the Latin American which he started to teach me next
was almost as much fun, and sexier too.

   'I should have a rose between my teeth for this!'

   'Jesus, but you're lovely: I'm not waiting any longer.'

   He picked me up, turned me round, and bent me over the back of one of
the leather arm-chairs.  Holding me down with one hand, he pulled my
knickers down to my knees with the other, baring my bottom.  I heard him
fumbling with the buttons on his trousers, and was giggling uncontrollably
at the suddeness of his passion.  Then I felt the weight of a hand on my
back again, and the pressure of his cock between my buttocks.  He must have
put spit on it because it slipped a bit in the crease.  He held it with one
free hand, placed it, and pushed.  With no lube it hurt, and I flinched and
squealed.  He took no notice and held me down with a hand firmly on my
shoulders and the other at my waist as he pushed and pushed and his cock
filled my bottom.  I felt his furry thighs against my tender bottom and
knew he was fully inserted, my anus contracting uncontrollably on his cock
and adding to my discomfort.

   'Jesus, but you're lovely!  What an arse!' I felt his hand up under my
top now, seeking my naked back to caress.

   I'm sure I was protesting and begging him to get some lube, imploring
him to take his cock out and grease us up before fucking me.  and yet
through the pain there was pleasure too, and that was one of the mysteries
of sex I learned that afternoon.  There was pleasure in surrendering
entirely to the rampant, aggressive male, pleasure in feeling his passion
communicated in totally selfish sex.  My fantasies of being raped, little
Lady Lavinia and the brutal Graf von Mohne, little Cecilia Higgins being
savaged behind the pub car park, all these dreams of submission were being
realised.

   Jason took no notice of my pleas and just fucked me fast and hard, and
to my astonishment my cock was still hard: through all the pain my cock was
still wanting this.  I longed to get my hand to my cock to jerk while he
fucked me, but his weight was too heavy and it was crushed into the green
leather of the armchair back.  I was just begining to really enjoy it,
pleasure certainly overtaking pain by now, when I heard his grunts and
oaths, and knew he was coming inside me.  His cock suddenly moved easier,
slipping through the cum that spurted from him.  I guessed from his thrusts
there were four separate spurts before he subsided into a more leisurely
slipping in and out.

   He was still in me when he spoke.  'Did I hurt you, my little treasure.
I'm sorry if I hurt you.  I got carried away.'

   'It hurt all right.  But it was still nice.  Next time use oil.' I might
have added, but did not 'And don't cum so quick!'

   His cock slipped out of me, whether pulled out by him or expelled by a
contraction of my anus I don't know.  He pulled my panties up for me,
turned me round, and kissed me.  this was the gentle giant again, the man I
was at least half in love with.

   'Come to bed, Cecilia, and I'll suck you off.

   And in the bedroom I saw the other side of the male, loving tenderness.
He helped me off with my top, skirt and shoes and lay me on the bed.  I
watched while he undressed, hanging his suit up carefully.  I thought again
how lucky I was to have a lover so strong and handsome, broad-shouldered,
flat-bellied, golden hair on his body, and finally a broad cock, at rest
now but hanging like some pink hosepipe over bull-like balls.  I wanted him
so much!

   He lay beside me on the bed and nuzzled my crotch, still decent within
the green satin pouch of my panties.  I felt him take the side of my cock
into his mouth, panties and all.  I reached down and combed my fingers
through his blonde hair, and then caressed his shoulders: how I loved those
strong muscles!  I shivered as he licked the inside first of one thigh and
then the other, there where the skin is so very soft and smooth.  'Lovely!
Like silk!' Slowly he pulled my panties down and my cock sprang free, eager
and ready as it had been for at least twenty minutes.  This time he had my
panties right down to my ankles, and I helped him take them off completely
by arching my feet.  He was back between my legs, nuzzling my naked balls
and cock now with his nose and closed lips.  I felt him cup my balls gently
and give them just the slightest squeeze.  I shivered with pleasure and
excitement and my cock gave one of those twitches: a drop of precum
appeared in its eye.  'Lovely!  Lovely!  Lovely!' He licked the end of my
cock and lifted the tiny, clear droplet with the tip of his tongue.  'I'm
going to have you, Cecilia, precum and cum too!'

   As if to make up for the violence of his "rape" he was gentle,
flickering his tongue up and down the sensitive front of my cock as it was
bathed in the warm wetness of his mouth.  I lay back and luxuriated,
holding his head loosely between my palms.  After a bit I encouraged him to
blow me properly by moving his head up and down the shaft.  He changed his
position so he could bob up and down on it kneeling between my spread legs,
hands caressing my belly, chest and hips.  But I remembered something I had
seen in one of his videos and wanted to try.

   'Can I fuck you in the mouth, like the black guy did that boy in the
French dvd?'

   Jason just laughed and rolled over onto his back, his head propped
slightly against a pillow.  In a second I was astride him and my little
cock and tight balls stretched over his face.  I noticed his cock was still
limp, or at least only half-hard.  As usual when he got the chance he was
stroking my legs: he loved the feel of stretched nylon under his hands and
especially when I was wearing the best silky stockings.  I decided Jason
was a very tactile man, and I later found that men who are attracted to
transvestites are often themselves silk and satin fetishists.....thank
goodness!  I had a momentary insight into his wearing that silk dressing
gown, masculine and yet sensuous to the touch.  But I dismissed the thought
and concentrated on him, pushing my cock-head between his pursed lips.  He
opened his mouth more, and my full length was in him.  No problem, of
course as I was not much over four inches at that age, and still not at all
broad.  But I made up for the tiny cock by the energy with which I fucked
his mouth, holding onto his hair with both hands.  I could hear him jerking
off behind me, and looked over my shoulder to see that his cock was hard
again, and he was enjoying this different ride.  His hands were on my
buttocks now, and at least one finger had slid between them to feel where
his cock had penetrated.  Unfortunately the sight of his pleasure brought
me off, too soon for me, but with at least two spurts of cum in his mouth.

   I pulled out before my cock could become sensitive and lay down partly
on top of his hairy chest to kiss him my thanks.  The taste of my cum on
his lips was almost enough to make me hard again!

   'And now, my little angel, I'm going to fuck you long, slow and gentle
to make up for what I did earlier.'

   'Let me ride you, Jason, like the boy did in the film.' I was already
kneeling and reaching for the bedside lube.  Before he could reply I was
greasing his cock, and I just love the slippery feel of an oily cock
between my hands, the bigger and the more veins the better.  I wiped my
fingers in my arse, which was already stretched and full of cum, and was
ready.  It was easier than I thought, astride over his hips now and sinking
down, right hand holding his cock vertical.  I placed it and his knob just
slid in: all I had to do now was to sink down until I was actually sitting
on him with his cock fully in me.  In fact I had never felt so full!  And I
had seldom felt so good as I watched him close his eyes and a look of the
utmost satisfaction on his face.

   I fucked him, bouncing up and down with his hands holding my hips.  He
had slipped his left hand up under my suspender belt, but the other was
free to roam over my thighs and belly as well.  I could play with his chest
hair and nipples to my hearts content.

   But after about ten minutes I should think I realised that he was not
going to cum in this position no matter how hard I worked, and frankly I
was getting tired.  Still impaled I collapsed on his chest and whispered,
'Now you fuck me, Jason.' He did not reply and did not move, so I rolled us
over on our sides, giggling, and then he was on top of me, my lags crooked
and fastened round his back.  He was gentle with me, fucking slow and deep,
his arms around me and pulling himself onto me.  But I no longer wanted it
gentle, my arse, and my cock too, again, were demanding more than that. 
'Fuck me hard, now, Jason.  I'm ready for it.'

   His speed and effort increased and our bodies crashed together with each
thrust.  Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my face and I licked at the
saltiness.  There was that sexy squelching sound you get with good anal
sex, and I imagined his cock leaking its usual copious precum inside me as
he fucked.  He started swearing under his breath and I knew he was coming.
'As hard as you want, Jason.  Shag me, darling!' I could feel him come this
second time, I swear it, and we finally collapsed together panting and
tightly hugging.  He licked my neck and I was stroking that muscular bum. I
had not come, was hard, and knew he would suck me off again when we
recovered.  He always did if he found me hard.

   .......................................................

   And so it went on through the winter: about twice a week my education in
feminity and the arts of pleasing a man.  His fantastic good fortune in
having a pretty fourteen year old boy to play with to his hearts content.

   When Spring and the fine weather came we would go into town and walk
along the Promenade joining the other holiday-makers and strollers.  I got
many admiring glances, but it was as a girl not as a transvestite.  I
looked entirely feminine by then, and dressed sensibly, teenager style, for
our outings.  It was over a coffee and a chocolate in a cafe on the
seafront that he asked me.

   'Cecilia, do you reckon you could wangle a Saturday night away from
home?'

   'I could try I suppose.  Why?'

   He took a magazine from his jacket pocket.  'Look!'

   It was an advert from a gala ball in London about a month away.  Posh
hotel.

   'It's a gay ball, of course.  The biggest and best of the year. 
There'll be mostly gay couples and singles, but also lots of transvestites:
though none as lovely as you...'

   'You're nice to me, Jason.'

   I leafed through the short article.  There were a few glossy photos from
last year's, and it looked like a fun affair.  Upmarket, but fun.

   'I'll need to know this week as the hotel rooms will book-out quickly.'

   'I'll try.  Fingers crossed.  I'd need new clothes and shoes of course.'

   ..............................................................

   In the event it was too easy.  My parents were (are) just not interested
in much beyond their little lives, and swallowed my story about
representing the school in a chess match in London that weekend without
even questioning me.

   There were a lot of preparations for the great night, and it was all
very exciting for a young girl!  Jason suggested I should have my legs
waxed so they looked even more feminine.  They were shapely enough but
already getting a fluff of fine black hairs.  So I had myself waxed, and
Jason watched while a camp guy in a white coat did the job.  I bore the
pain well, and at the last minute we decided I should have an all-over
waxing, which meant in my case removing the little triangle of hair at the
base of my cock, and the starting of some fuzz on my balls and in my arse.
I had no chest hair yet but he did it in any case and there had been a
little fluff around my nipples.

   I'm sure Jolyon, the waxing guy, had a hard on while he was treating me,
and I commented later to Jason that his was a great job.

   'Sure.  I hope you don't get any trouble at school, in the showers I
mean...'

   I had thought of that, but wanted so much to be smooth.  I bluffed it
out, 'Nothing I can't handle...and there's one who stands up for me, Jack
Witherspoon.'

   'Nice guy!'

   'He is, and handsome too.  He'll look a bit like you in a few years
time, tall, blonde and muscular.  Not as handsome of course!'

   'Probably in love with you.'

   'You think so?'

   'Poor chap.  It's terrible to be in love with a boy at fourteen and not
daring to say anything.'

   'Sounds like experience.'

   'Yes, and I never did say anything either....'

   'You wouldn't mind?  I mean not jealous?'

   'Good lord no.  Have some fun with him if you fancy him.'

   (In fact the trouble was almost immediate.  Next day in the showers
after athletics Jed Kuyper came up to me.  He's an ugly bruiser and an all
round nasty piece of work: in fact he had a hard-on which backs up the
theory that homophobes are repressed gays....

   'Hey look guys.  Fag boy has had his hairs shaved.  Fag-boy!  Fag-boy.'
He was dancing around me while the others watched.

   'Lay off it Jed.' That was Jack Witherspoon.

   'Mind your own fucking business!'

   'I said lay off it.  Or I'll make you.'

   'You and whose army?'

   The fight was short, and as usual ended when blood was drawn.  A firm
straight right to the face and blood was streaming into the running water
from Jed's nose.  The other boys who had been watching and cheering
wandered off to dry and change.  I thought Jack looked so handsome at that
moment that he reminded me of the cover of an ancient boy's book about a
Coral Island where the hero was a straight talking, brave, upright and very
very handsome boy.  I thought, too, of Kazar in the Marvel comics, blonde,
muscled and brave.  In my night-time day-dreams Cecilia Higgins had been
wooed and won by both heroes!  And I realised that I was in love with him,
as well as with Jason.  And immediately it came to me that love was not
exclusive, and at least among men it was possible to be infatuated with one
man at one time and another a few moments later.

   'I'd better walk home with you, Cecil.  He'll try again and take that
hiding out on you I think.'

   'Would you, Jack.  Oh thanks.' I could have kissed him there and then,
so strong and up-standing with his lovely tanned muscles and white bottom,
and lovely cock arching down from the triangle of golden hairs and then
over his balls.

   And Jed Kuyper was indeed waiting for me by the letter-box at the corner
of our road, but slunk off when he saw Jack.  'Stay away from him, Jed, or
I'll break your fucking arm.'

   'Would you, Jack?  Break his arm I mean.'

   'Fuckin Aye.'

   'I live here.  Come in for a cup of tea.  My parents are out till later
this evening.'

   in the kitchen I hugged him and placed my lips to his.  After the shock
of the first second he reciprocated and our lips opened for a long, wet,
delicious lovers' kiss, tongues penetrating and hands feeling up each
others' bottoms.

   'That is lovely, Cecil, and I think you look great with your hair
shaved, whatever the other boys say.'

   'And I think you have a wonderful bod, Jack, so strong and fit.  I could
watch you all day.  I had my hand inside his shirt now as we cuddled and
could feel his nipple hard as a nut between my finger and thumb.  'I'd like
to see you naked again like in the showers.'

   'Me too.'

   'Upstairs!' I switched the kettle off.

   We undressed quickly and stood by the bed in each others arms kissing
with what seemed like acres of naked flesh for our hands to explore.  We
both had hard cocks, and I could feel Jack's pressed up against me.  He
seemed stunned by the suddeness of it all.

   'On the bed...'

   Hands went immediately to each others' cocks and we lay for long minutes
kissing, fondling and handling boy-cocks.  When I thought he was ready I
kissed his nipples, then let my tongue wander down his chest, over his
six-pack, and down the fine treasure trail to his cock.  He was uncut, but
the foreskin was retracted and it looked so noble.  Not so big as Jason's
but not far off.  I heard a muttered 'Jeez' as I took the knob in my mouth,
savoured it a moment, and then slid my mouth over the whole shaft.  He held
my head between his palms and lay back in luxury as I bobbed up and down on
him, holding his cock in one hand and tickling his balls with the other. 
There was nowhere near as much hair as Jason, but it was that same sexy
golden curls.  It did not take long, and he tried to pull free as he came,
but I would not let him, of course, and was rewarded with a nice mouthful
of silky cum.

   A minute or two later, 'Does that mean we're gay?'

   'I certainly am, Jack.  But who cares?'

   'Shall I suck you now.  I'm not sure whether I can have you cum in my
mouth, though.'

   In the event he did, of course, and swallowed every last drop.  And even
better he was hard again by the time I had cum.

   'You're what they call virile, Jack, very manly.' I was grasping his
cock as we lay side by side.'Now lay on your back and I'll show you what I
really like!' I spilled some baby oil onto my hand and ran my fist up and
down his cock.  'I use this oil when I jerk off at night.'

   'I never heard a boy admit he does that!  But I suppose we all do.'

   'Not half!'

   Are you going to wank me off?''

   'Better than that.  Just lay back and shut your eyes.  Wait for the
surprise!'

   Of course I squatted over him, placed the knob against my arsehole, and
gently sank down on him till I was sitting on his belly, fully impaled on
it.

   'Now you can look!'

   'Jeez!  I thought....But I couldn't believe....You've really got it up
you...'

   'Feel while I squeeze on it...' A groan of pleasure from him, and his
hands holding my hips, a radiant smile on his face.  'And now we'll fuck,
Jack.  Just lay back and enjoy it!' I must have fucked him for about ten
minutes before I began to feel weary.

   'This is lovely, but you're going to have to finish it: I'm knackered.'
I rolled us over, his cock still completely buried in my arse, and he
finished up on top of me.  I bent my legs in the air, and it was his turn
to work.  He was hyper-excited, and also something of an athlete, so I was
fucked harder, faster and more completely than even Jason could.  And the
boy came finally, with great balls-draining orgasmic thrusts.  It was
wonderful, and I realised a boy could be a good sex-partner as well as a
man.  A lesson I learned and which has stood me in good stead on rare but
welcome occasions since.

   He wanted to know whether I did it with any other boys, and I told him I
have a regular lover, but would not tell him who.  'You would be surprised
I think...'

   In fact about a couple of months later, when Jack and I had got well
used to sucking and fucking (or at least Jack fucking me because I had not
tried to fuck him yet), I introduced him to Jason for a threesome frolic:
Jack met Cecilia that day and fell in love all over again.  But that's
another story......)

   ...................................................

   I was lucky at the ball: Jason and I were just making our entrance when
the band took a break, and all the dancers started leaving the floor.  You
had to walk down a wide staircase to get onto the dance-floor and most of
the crowd looked in our direction as we stepped down it arm-in-arm.  There
was a hush and a murmur of admiration, a wonderful sound to gladden the
heart of any young girl.

   And I was lovely, and my dress was fantastic!  We had argued a bit
because I wanted a long, ankle-length gown, but Jason said I should show
off my slender, feminine legs, 'In any case most of the other trannies will
be in real sexy clothes.  And you want to be able to dance freely.' So we
bought me a gold, silk, figure hugging mini-length dress which had a
bare-back, and to be honest not much front either!  I wore tights and no
panties so I did not spoil the line of the dress, and high-heeled gold
slippers.  Just this once he said I could have a blonde, shoulder-length
wig: with my colouring it was obviously a wig, but the blonde and my
olive-tanned skin made a very sexy combination, as Jason admitted.  I had a
little gold satin evening bag with my lipstick, powder, a twenty pound
note....yes, and a couple of condoms "just in case"!
I had been worried that the dress was so tight my cock would show if I

got excited, as I was certain I would.

   'Don't worry, sweetie.  It's a gay ball, and everyone will find that
charming!'

   Jason had taken a photo of the two of us before we left our room, him so
handsome in his dinner jacket, me lovely in my skimpy dress.  It is framed
and on my desk as I type this.

   We had not got to the bar to get drinks when the band started to play
again and we took to the floor.  I was glad Jason had taught me to dance,
and this early in the evening the music was of course lively.  We danced a
couple of dances and then noticed the crowd at the bar was less, and stood
there drinking, Jason a whisky, me a white wine.  I watched the dancers and
decided most were not very good, especially the transvestites, though some
of these were really pretty.  Some of the older ones were really a bit
grotesque, mutton-dressed-as-lamb.  The best to watch were the guys dancing
together.  After a few minutes a couple came up to us.

   'Hey!  Jason you cock-hound, good to see you.  I hoped you'd be here.'

   They were old friends from University and were introduced as Jonti
Verblaank and his friend, whose name I can't remember now.  I was
introduced simply as "Cecilia".  The guys chatted for a bit, and I mostly
listened studying Jonti I must admit.  He really did his dinner jacket
justice, a huge man, only about six foot tall I should think, but massively
built, with wide shoulders, a deep chest and stocky hips.  He looked super
fit and very strong.  He had a complexion like mine, a result of years in
the sun of South Africa, but the backs of his hands were covered in black
hair suggesting he would be very hairy stripped down.  For all his size and
strength he had a lovely soft-spoken South African accent and was obviously
the type we call "gentle giant".  I was very struck with him.  It emerged
that like my man he had played rugby for the University and in fact the two
of them had shared rooms in their final year.  I found myself imagining
what they would have done in bed together and what they would have looked
like, mentally stripping them.  Magnificent I cocncluded.

   The band announced it was going to take a half hour to freshen up (ie
load some booze in!) and in the meantime a disk-jockey would take over. 
This tended to clear the dance-floor but Jason went over to have a word
with the dj, and I saw him pass the guy a note...looked like a fiver.

   By the time Jason was back the dj had put on Jerry Lee Lewis' "Great
Balls of Fire" which we often danced to at home.  We went into one of our
best dance routines and soon had a space cleared around us because of the
violence of our dancing, me being twirled around, going through his legs,
over his back and so on.  Soon people were standing in a circle watching.
We were a real hit!  I put more and more into it, and so did Jason, and by
the time the record finished I was laughing, exhilerated, out-of-breath,
and as happy as I had ever been.

   We were applauded!

   Back with Jason and his friend, a tall willowy guy with flowing wavy
dark hair and very camp, Jason congratulated us.

   'We cheated,' I said, 'We've been practising.'

   When the band came back I danced several more with Jason while Jonti
partnered his friend.  Then they had their first slow number and we changed
partners.

   Jonti surprised me as he danced very well for such a big, heavy man,
though not much skill was really needed just to stand hugging each other
and swaying together on a very crowded floor.  Some of the dancing couples
were kissing, and that included Jason and the willowy guy (who turned out
to be a university student).  Jonti was enjoying himself whispering naughty
things in my ear while he fondled my bottom.  I was right: my cock did get
hard as I felt the muscles of his arse and his cock when his leg was
between mine.  I wondered if his cock was in proportion to the rest of him.
It felt as if it was, and I so hoped he was big.

   It was during the third slow dance, and we knew the next would be
livelier and break up all these snogging couple, that Jonti made his pass.

   'You're lovely, cecilia, and so sexy I'm nearly creaming in my pants as
we dance.'

   'You're very handsome, Jonti, and I bet you're lovely and hairy.'

   'You like that?'

   'I love it.  A strong, hairy man.  As masculine as they come.'

   'Then we should go to bed, and you would get what you like.'

   'That would be nice, Jonti.  But we'd have to ask Jason.'

   'We'll do that then!'

   Jason was back at the table we had bagged, but the willowy guy had
wandered off and found some other friends to chat to.

   'We fancy each other rotten, Jason.  How about a threesome?'

   'Great.  I've missed you, Jonti.  Be good to have that huge thing of
yours again!  I've got a room upstairs.  is it too early to go up and have
some fun?'

   'We can always come down again.'

   ................................................................

   I went to the loo in the room and took my tights off before freshening
up a bit with a face cloth around my arse and a dab of perfume (provided by
the hotel) behind my balls.  When I got back to the room the two were naked
on the double bed, both rock-hard, and my guess was they had been caressing
each other for old times' sake.  The bedside light was dim but I could see
Jason's cock shining and wet from the mouthing of his friend.  I kicked off
my high heels and clambered onto the bed, between the two of them, and
instantly had four hands on my body, Jonti's up under the hem of my dress,
reaching for my balls and my arse.

   'I know what you've been at!'

   'Nothing to what we're going to do now, sweetie!'

   Jonti had my blonde head between his palms and gently forced it
downwards till I was nuzzling his cock and the mat of black hair.  He was
uncut but the foreskin was retracted to reveal a big, red helmet crowning a
broad and veiny penis: here was another big-built athletic guy with a cock
in proportion to the rest.  There was a drop of precum nestling in its eye
and I licked at it with a pointed tongue.  He groaned and I placed my lips
along the shaft of the weapon, sucking from the front as if it was a slice
of melon, licking at it with my tongue where I knew he would be the most
sensitive.

   I was laying on my belly now, and I felt strong hands part my legs, and
Jason's stubble-chin on the tender skin of the inside of my thighs: now his
tongue forcing between my buttocks, seeking out my anus to rim me.  As his
tongue penetrated, so I took Jonti's cock-head into my mouth and sucked on
it.  His belly was firm and flat under my touch as I combed my fingers
though the thick, black hair.  I reached up his hairy body and found his
nipples, tiny and hard in the forest, and rolled them between finger and
thumb.  The tongue was slipping in and out my arse, sometimes circling the
rim, and Jason was caressing my buttocks.  Jonti stroked my shoulders, and
sometimes tried to get his hand down under the front of my dress, looking
for my silicon tits.

   I realised I wanted Jonti to fuck me, wanted that more than anything
else.  And in that moment I realised a truth about myself: I could love
Jason and want another man at the same time.  Love was not exclusive but
inclusive: there was enough for many partners.  And when you came down to
it there was not much difference between lust and love:at least between men
the sexual act was what really mattered.

   'I want you to fuck me, Jonti.'

   'You little sweetie!  We'll spitroast you.'

   An ugly word for a beautiful act between three lovers!

   I knelt on the bed between Jason's splayed legs as he lay propped
against the bedhead.  His cock was weeping clear precum as I slipped it
into my mouth, and immediately he was holding my head between his hands and
bucking his hips under me.  I pushed my arse upwards and out, arching my
back as I did so.  I felt Jonti pull my flimsy dress up further over my
hips, and spread my arsecheeks with strong hands.  There was a pause, and
then I felt oil running down my crease, the momentary delightful pressure
of a knob-head against my shaven anus, and then the equally momentary
discomfort as the knob was forced into me.  But I was experienced now,
thanks to the education given me by my lover Jason, and the moment passed.
My mind was emptied of everything except the awareness of two cocks, the
one shagging my mouth the other fucking me in my arse.  I held onto Jason's
hips for dear life as I was invaded and possessed by these two rampant,
macho males.

   Jason came first, filling my mouth with that delightful silky, thick
cum, holding my head still as he came three gushing spurts.  I let his cock
rest in my mouth careful not to touch the sensitive knob which leaked the
last oozings of his orgasm.

   Jonti was close, and had started to spank my bottom with an open hand,
one slap for each hearty thrust.  I had never been spanked before, and was
finding this sexual stinging-up of my buttocks very exciting.  later I
would look for lovers who enjoyed spanking a pretty bottom!  I managed to
reach under me and started to jerk my over-excited cock as his thrusts and
pushes became shorter, faster and harder.  Then I knew he was about to
come, and that tipped me over.  I came, squirting into the bedsheet at the
very moment the first of his gushes of cum filled my arse.

   We collapsed in a heap and lay almost silent for several minutes.  Then
I extricated myself from the tangle of arms and bodies, and went to the
loo. I cleaned myself up again, removed my make-up and wig, and was a boy
again.  The see-thru black nylon nightie, nothing more than a shift really,
hanging down straight fron two thin shoulder straps, that was the only
feminine thing about me as I went back to bed.  I looked at myself in the
mirror and decided I was very sexy, even without my make-up, wig and heels.
There was now something feminine about me even dressed as plainly as this.
The two guys were asleep, and I managed to slip into the sheets between the
two of them before clicking the light off.

   In the night one of them fucked me again, gently from the side.  I think
it was Jonti again: at least it was his side.

   In the morning it was spit-roast again, this time Jason in the driving
seat.  It was a real giggle when the housemaid brought the breakfast...for
three.  I pulled the bedclothes up over my head and I suppose she thought
there was a girl buried there between these two hyper-masculine guys. 
Well, she was very nearly right I guess.

   ....................................................................

   About a fortnight later Jack was walking me home after school on Friday
as Jed and his gang had not forgiven their leader's put-down.  Shelby
Abrahams was with us: I had noticed Shelby was often hanging around us, or
to be more exact was often hanging around Kenton.  Shelby was a year
younger, thirteen to our fourteeen, and was still in third-year.  In a lull
in our conversation I got to thinking, and soon realised that the younger
boy had a crush on Jack.  Jack was not aware of it any more than he had
been aware of mine before that first lover's kiss in our kitchen at home,
and I expect Shelby was too timid to declare his love, or lust perhaps.  I
imagined him laying in his lonely bed at night, fantasising the caresses of
his hero-lover as he jerked his cock and came with a pool of spunk on his
young belly.  I wondered if he then licked it up and swallowed it as I used
to.  I expect he did.  I looked closely at the boy: he was slightly built
like me, and had that same tanned Mediterranean colouring.  His skin would
be smooth and silky, I thought, and a shiver went up my spine as I imagined
him naked.  I had never seen him unclothed, of course, as he was a
different year at school, and I wondered if he was cut or uncut.  With a
name like Abrahams he was clearly from a Jewish family so he might be cut:
but his family probably did not practise as Shelby was hardly a suitable
name for a Jewish boy, so he might well be uncut.

   I had a sudden image in my mind of Shelby kneeling naked in front of the
blonde-god Jason and worshipping his cock and balls with willing mouth and
hands, or better still kneeling on all fours and accepting that virile cock
into his tight little anus.  Again a shiver, and the decision I would try
to have him.  This was another first, as up to that moment the objects of
my desire had always been large and masculine: this was the first young boy
who made me hard, and it was the feminine in him that really turned me on.

   'A penny for your thoughts, Cecil.' That was Jack.

   'I was just thinking it was odd the two of you walking straight past me
on the prom, looking me in the face and not saying 'owt.'

   'No!  When was that.'

   'Last Saturday afternoon.  Stared straight at me and walked on.  Both of
you.'

   'You're winding us up!'

   'Blonde shoulder length hair, tight little white top, tartan mini-skirt,
bare legs and pink trainers.  You stared right at me!'

   'Jeez!'

   'Fuckin ell!'

   'That was you, done up like that?'

   I nodded and smiled.

   'Fucking sexy, Cecil.  You do that for the guy you were with.'

   'Yup!'

   'I'd like to see you like that.'

   'That's Cecilia, and you can if you want.  Be outside my place, here, at
five to seven.  My friend won't mind if you come round with me.'

   'Who is he?'

   'That'll be another surprise.  you'd never guess, not in a month of
Fridays!'

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   Jason opened the door wearing a pair of tight white shorts, tight enough
to show off his bulge as I am sure he was aware.  If he was surprised to
see three young teens instead of just the one he was too polite to show it
and I introduced him to Jack and Shelby.  He knew all about Jack as I had
kept him up to date with our love-making and already promised I would bring
my schoolfriend round to him one evening soon.  But Shelby would have been
a pleasant surprise.

   They sat in the Library and Jason got some drinks while I went into the
bedroom for my transformation.  This was going to be sex, and only sex, so
I kept my clothing to the minimum, chosing a black satin bustier which left
my belly-button naked, and black nylon open-crotch panties with a sort of
see-thru frill, more like a nylon mini-skirt attached to the panties. 
Black, glossy hold-ups and my new silver high heeled sandals completed the
picture.  I decided on the blonde wig, and just a dab of powder and
stay-fast tarty red lipstick.  I did not have time to paint my nails.

   They did not notice me as I stood in the doorway of the library.  Jason
and Jack were snogging on the sofa, and I don't know whose hands were the
busier.  Jack had his hand down the front of my lover's shorts and was
fondling a hard cock and weighty balls I knew so well, while Jason had his
hand into the boy's flies.  Free hands wandered over Jason's golden-haired
chest, and Jason's free hand was inside the boy's shirt feeling for those
hard little nipples.  Poor Shelby, left out of it, was sitting in a deep
arm-chair, clutching a tin of coke and looking rather woebegone.  A film
was showing on the television, one I had seen before of an elderly but
still fit, white-haired guy seducing and fucking a pretty little black boy.
No-one was looking at it.

   Shelby was the first to see me as I took up a classic cheesecake pose in
the doorway.

   'Jeez!'

   The two looked up from their preoccupation with each others' bodies and
I swear Jack's jaw actually dropped.

   'Fuckin ell!'

   I sashayed over to Shelby and sat partly beside him, partly on him, in
the leather armchair.

   'Cheer up, Shelby, it may never happen.' It was his first lover's kiss.
I felt the tension in him as I hugged him and put my lips to his, but then
his body relaxed and we were kissing, lips and tongues.  I felt for his
cock through his trousers and found it hard, and immediately his hand was
up and under my silly skirt and holding my naked cock.

   Across the room Jason was now naked, and looked magnificent, and was
undressing Jack.  I watched as the boy's white boxer-pants were pulled down
and his cock sprang free, naked too.  I returned to kissing and caressing
Shelby, and was undoing buttons on his shirt and trousers.

   'I want you naked, Shelby.  I want to see you naked.'

   He helped me, kicking off his shoes and pulling socks off while I popped
still more buttons, and then he was in his underpants, shiny white nylon,
oddly enough.  As he sat in the chair I knelt in front of him and nuzzled
his crotch through the fabric.  There was a damp spot where he had leaked
precum, and I sucked there, his nylon-covered knob in my mouth.  He
stretched his legs out, luxuriating, and I slowly drew the nylon down his
smooth, slender legs.  I was amazed at how sexy he was.  All my fantasies
had been of big, muscular men, and so far my only lovers, Jason and Jonti,
had both been hairy and macho.  And yet here was a slim, smooth-skinned
teenage boy really turning me on.

   As I knelt, his cock had flipped up free of his underpants, and it was
inches from my face.  I leaned forward and kissed it, lifting a tiny drop
of clear liquid from its eye.  His parents had got him circumcised, and his
cock looked very elegant with its slender, white shaft and its pink,
flaring head.  His legs were nearly hairless, but he had a lovely triangle
of fine black hair at the base of his flat belly.  I held the base of his
cock and both balls in my right hand and sank my mouth onto his cock,
slipping it down my mouth and into my throat until my face touched those
fine hairs.  He groaned and his legs straightened and lifted into the air.

   I bobbed up and down on him gobbling at his cock, sometimes stopping to
kiss and lick his nearly-hairless balls, but always returning to that
pretty cock.  The taste of precum was getting stronger, warning me he was
about to come.  I did not want that.  Not yet!

   Jason had lube and baby oil all over the place, and there was a bottle
of oil right by the chair.  I oiled Shelby's cock, and guessed he was
smaller than me: after all he was a year younger.  About four inches long,
and really not very broad, but very pretty I thought.  I could see the
amazement in his eyes as I squatted over him, placed my knob on his anus
and lowered myself till I was sitting on his belly, all his few inches in
me.

   Across the room Jack was losing his virginity.  Jason was having him
bent over the back of the sofa, one of his favourite positions.  As they
stood facing us, I could see Jason's look of concentration as he gently
fucked the boy, and Jack had his eyes closed, a dreamy smile on his face as
he experienced his first cock.  He was lucky (as I had been|) that it was
such a skilled and considerate lover.

   But I had a boy to bring off too, and I started to bounce up and down on
him.  I knew it would not take long as I had brought him to the edge with
my mouth.  I reached down and stroked his little, brown nipples, and knew
he was coming.  I leaned forward and kissed him as he pumped his come into
me.

   'Thankyou Shelby.  That was great!'

   Across the room they were still fucking, faster and harder now.  Shelby
would not be able to see them as he lay sprawled in the armchair.

   'But I know what you really want, sweetie.  You want Jack to fuck you,
don't you?  It's been obvious for weeks.'

   'Mmmmm.  What I'd like now is to try on those panties you got....'

   'Why not?  But we can do better than that...'

   We were not in much of a mess, but I rinsed his cock and my arse, and
then went to my wardrobe.  His eyes were shining as I laid some clothes out
on the bed.

   'You've a lovely body, Shelby.'

   'I'm skinny.  I hate my body.'

   'No, really, it's beautiful.' I stood beside him and caressed his
bottom, cheeks rounded and firm and jutting provocatively.  Like mine they
had something of the feminine as well as being boyishly un-muscled. 
'Especially your bum: that's great.  And your legs.  Even you can see
they're good.' I ran my hands over his thighs, nearly hairless and slender,
reminding of a young colt.'

   'They're skinny too.'

   'They'll look good in these.' I opened a new packet of my favourite Gio
stockings, tan, and spread them on the coverlet.  and the strange thing was
I DID find him sexy.  I had been used to finding grown, muscular men sexy,
and here I was drooling over the smooth, unformed body of a young teenage
boy.  I thought again of those naked bodies in the showers after games, and
my cock answered my unspoken question by becoming erect.  'And see what
you've done to me!' I put his hand on my cock, and as we kissed, held his
in my hand, feeling it harden as I gripped.

   Now, get into these.  they'll feel great, very sexy.  The suspender belt
first.

   I had chosen a lingerie set in very fine silk, as flimsy as gossamer and
coloured a subdued, almost flesh tone.  I did the suspender belt up for
him, admiring the smoothness of his flawless back as I did so.  'Be careful
with the stockings: they're very delicate and very expensive.  And very
sexy.

   'I know how to put on stockings.  I've seen my mother do it.'

   He did it slowly, almost luxuriating in the feel of the silky nylon
against his arms as he prepared them.  His legs looked suddenly feminine
rather than boyish.  The stocking tops were nearly at his crotch and I had
to adjust the straps for him.  He fastened the front catches, and I did the
back.  The bra was padded: I was not going to lend him breast-forms, and
this padded bra fitted perfectly.  I could see him looking at himself in
the mirror: he was hard with his little-boy cock, smaller than mine,
straining upwards.

   The panties I had adapted myself, with a pair of scissors and my
mother's sewing machine, turning them into open-crotch for sex.

   Now the dress.  This was again in fine silk, figure hugging and
patterned like snakeskin.  He slipped it over his head, wriggled
delightfully, and let it fall in place.  It fitted perfectly, hugging his
padded tits and slender hips, accentuating slightly his bottom.  I should
have given him tights to wear under it, as you could just make out the
suspender clips and the line of his panties, but I knew Jack would like the
sexy lingerie when he came to exploring under her dress.

   'You'll have to practise with these.' I watched as she slipped her feet
into my gold high-heeled sandals, and was surprised to see her walk in them
with no unsteadiness.

   'You've done that before, Shelby!'

   'Well, yes.  I have tried my mother's.  But they are too small for me.
These are great.' They were sixes, luckily the same size as me.

   'You don't need make-up with that wonderful complexion, but a spot of
lipstick.  Now purse your lips.  Yes, like that.' I painted the bow on his
full, mediterranean lips, in a rather tarty bright scarlet.'Now, don't lick
for a couple of minutes, and it will stay fast, even when Jack kisses you.'


   'You think he will?'

   'I know he will, and that's one of the points of this!'

   'You won't be jealous?'

   'He's got enough cum for both of us....'

   'Oooh!'

   'Now the wig, and you're there.' It was the long, wavy black one, and
really suited her colouring.  It looked natural, and she was transformed.

   'You need a new name.  Samantha?  Shirley?'

   'I like Shirley.'

   'OK.  Shirley it is.  Look at yourself in the mirror.  A walking wet
dream.  Here, kiss me, darling!'

   'Now you stand over there by the dressing table.  Cheesecake pose, one
foot like this, and hips jutting just a bit.' I opened the door and saw
Jason was servicing Jack again, bending over him and making a meal of his
cock as they lay sprawled on the sofa.  'Hey Jack!  You two cocksuckers! 
Come and look at Shirley.'

   'Jeez!' That was Jack, already across the room, erect cock leading the
way, hugging Shirley, feeling her through the silk.

   Jason and I watched from the door as the two got onto the bed, Shirley
kneeling for the boy she had wanted so badly for months without daring to
say.  He was behind her, kneeling, pulling her silk dress up round her hips
and pausing only to place a kiss on each olive-toned buttock before oiling
his cock with the baby oil always beside Jason's beds.  He had learned to
be gentle with the first insertion, and he eased his prick up into her
arse, pushed, and was fully inserted.  We watched as they fucked, Jack with
increasing vigour as his gurrl got used to him.

   Jason winked at me and nodded towards the bed.  I understood, and knelt
beside Shirley, close enough for our thighs to touch.  My turn now as Jason
parted my arse-cheeks and slid his oily prick up me.

   I looked sideways at Shirley, and caught a dreamy look in her eyes
before we smiled at each other.  Weeks and months of delight stretched in
front of us with these two randy young athletes!



  
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