A Star Is Born by © Joyce Hamilton tg Fm inc Mm mm


Leaning on one elbow, she looked at the head on the pillow beside her, long 
golden hair spilling over the white pillow-slip. No-one needs a description of 
Serina, the super-model: her face and figure look out from a hundred 
magazines each week. Her lover, Victoria, almost as famous, felt her own 
breast and recalled the orgasms Serina had given her. The glow of the three 
marvelous powerful orgasms still radiated through her body, rising from her 
satisfied cunt.

Beside her, the beautiful face was in repose; her matchless breasts rose and fell 
with the regular breathing. How different from the frenetic, panting climax of 
a few moments ago, her face convulsed in a semblance of rage! Lying on her 
back, her soft, white belly was firm and flat, and her long, slender legs moved 
occasionally, as if recalling in her sleep the recent fucking. Face, breasts, belly, 
legs, even bottom, all were known and familiar to the millions of her public, 
but not that which nestled between her thighs, and at this moment escaped 
from the tight black panties which were all she wore. Victoria reached out and 
felt the limp cock, displacing momentarily Serina's hand, and then cradled the 
balls, gently so as not to disturb the sleep of her lover. The prick, which had 
been so urgent a mere half hour ago, shagging Victoria to multiple orgasms, 
filling her with hot, white sperm.

Victoria allowed her palm to brush one of the model's lovely bosoms, the hard 
nipple tickling her. Then , gently, she felt the breast, enjoying the rounded 
contours, the firmness, the softness of the clear, white skin. One hand cradling 
her shaven balls, she leaned over and kissed the breast, and passed her lips 
over the skin, savouring its smoothness. Taking a nipple between her lips, she 
gently nibbled it. Serina stirred, and her hand , already resting on her prick, 
grasped it. Still in her sleep, the transexual felt and fondled her cock, and 
Victoria watched it swell, twitch, and swell more. Serina muttered something 
in her sleep, as the cock reached full erection. Her hand was now wanking in 
its sleep, and Victoria took the knob in her mouth . Serina awoke.

'Not again, Vikki, surely not yet!'

'That's not what your cock thinks, Seri. It's gone hard again!'

Fully awake, Serina rolled on top of her lover, kneeling over her face, while 
Victoria sucked at the cock, and fondled the plumpish bottom.

Balls and cock were outside the constricting, tight , black panties. She 
swallowed the full length without gagging, and Serina moved, as if shagging a 
cunt rather than a mouth. She knelt up, away from the worshipping face , after 
a few minutes.

'I'm not going to come, Vikki. Later! Go and get us a couple of drinks. I'm 
thirsty..' Vikki returned with two long whiskeys, and the lovers sat up in bed 
drinking them, the afternoon sunlight streaming in and lighting their lovely 
bodies.

'When did you first know you were trans?' asked  Victoria.

'Oh, that's a long tale. Are you sure you want to hear it?

'I'd love to....'

'Promise you won't tell a soul!'

'You know I wouldn't, darling Seri.' She kissed the girl's forehead.

Serina's mother divorced when the boy (as she then was) was twelve, and he 
was brought up in a house without a man for a crucial two years. He recalls the 
first time he masturbated as being in a frenzy of frustration. He had just been 
told by his mother that she was separating from her husband, his father: in 
shock he ran to his room, and found his prick standing, and unbearably tense. 
Without knowing what he was doing, he jerked it off. There was, of course, no 
emission, but the relief was immediate and pleasurable.

Two days later this rather disturbed boy (his name then was Hugh) walked into 
the main bedroom thinking his mother was downstairs. She was dressing, and 
he saw her statuesque figure. He could recall the image with great clarity 
today, even twelve years later. It had been in his fantasies all those years. She 
was in black, shiny high-heels, with glossy black seamed stockings; her legs 
were slim and long, and her ankles very beautiful, he thought. The black 
basque had suspender straps, and the boy remembers the contrast of the black 
satin with the soft white skin of her thighs. Her bottom, rounded by the 
basque, seemed to jut out, and the arse-cheeks stretched the thin, shiny, black 
satin of her bikini panties. As she faced him, he could see a wisp of black cunt 
hair escaping from the gusset. He couldn't but notice the swelling of her cunt-
lips outlined by the very tight material. Under the satin basque, her belly was 
rounded, but shapely, but it was her breasts that hypnotised the boy. The black 
satin platform forced them up into two white, rounded mounds.. The cleavage 
was deep, and he could see a bead of sweat. He stood and stood, and looked 
and looked. Then he offered a muttered apology, embarrassed, face bright 
scarlet. His mother laughed, and pirouetted. 'Never mind, Hugh. You're the 
only man I've got now, to look at me.'

From then on, his nightly masturbation was accompanied by images of this 
beautiful woman, always in black, nylon lingerie. As he learned about sexual 
practises from his schoolmates, she always figured in them, however gross. He 
would come twice most nights just thinking about her, before he could sleep. 
His excitement would be compounded with guilt at involving his mother in his 
nightly sucking, fucking, yes, and bondage!

About two months later his mother was out visiting a friend when Hugh got 
the urge and started jerking. The image of the woman in her panties came so 
strongly, he decided to look for them. His heart fluttered with fear and 
excitement as he stole into her bedroom, and opened the wardrobe. On a shelf 
she kept her lingerie in sets, and ther, right on top, were the most lovely white 
panties. Sheer, shiny satin at the back, and frothy white lace at the front.

Hugh lifted them up, gingerly, carefully as if he might break the light, sacred 
women's things. He placed the satin against his cheek, and smelt the light 
perfume of eau de cologne. He took the heap to the bed, and laid them out. 
Bra, panties, suspender belt. He went back and found some stockings and 
shoes, and laid these out, too. All this time his cock twitched, and demanded 
the occasional rub . Laying on her bed, he again rested his face against the 
panties, arranged so the silky satin was against his cheek. Now he rubbed them 
against his standing cock. A sudden, irresistible urge forced him to pull the 
panties on, raising hisbottom to pull them tight up into his crotch. He caressed 
his bottom, his hands luxuriating in the satin, tight across soft cheeks. Now to 
his cock, feeling it hard and springy under the thin lace. In a sudden frenzy he 
seized the nylons and , clumsily, put them on, first one leg, then the other. He 
stood on the bed, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was pretty!

Now the suspenders. Fastened round his waist. Six straps, difficult, all fingers 
and thumbs, but all clipped at last. The bra....too big...grabs more rolled-up 
stockings and shoves them in, making false tits. The shoes!

Incredibly excited now, the young boy paraded up and down in front of the 
mirrored wardrobes, admiring his undie-clad body. His prick pushing   out the 
nylon panties. He collapsed on the bed, wanking, careful not to come and spoil 
this wonderful new experience.

Suddenly, as he lay, eyes closed, a hand on his bottom. Horror! Mother!

His mother was in most ways a very sensible woman. Warming tenderly to her 
troubled son, she took him in her arms and cuddled him as he sobbed in shame 
and embarrassment. 'Never mind, darling. Mummy understands.' And she 
gently crooned, 'There,there,there.....'

The boy calmed down, and she became aware of his hard prick against her 
belly....the first she'd felt for months! She also became aware with some 
surprise of her own sexual 
excitement, as her cunt became moist. This was the moment when she should 
have broken away, but how could she? Almost without thinking, she touched 
his cock through the nylon, and slipping her hand down the front of the 
panties, grasped it softly in her right hand, and masturbated it. In seconds, 
Hugh came, for the first time in his young life actually spurting spunk. The 
knickers were wet with it.

She cuddled him more. 'There, that's better isn't it? I liked that! Now let's get 
you out of my undies......next time the suspender belt goes under the panties. 
You should put it on first...before the panties, and before the stockings.' As 
she undressed him she promised, 'We'll get you your own undies, to really fit 
you. You can come with me to the shops tomorrow, and we'll chose them 
together.' And she kissed him, on the lips for the first time in his life. Hugh 
was normally embarassed when she pecked his cheek or forehead, but now he 
felt a sense of fulfillment and warmth, as he reciprocated, kissing her back.

They shopped in a big department store, buying him lingerie sets in white and 
black nylon. Hugh found the texture of the undies as important as their look, 
and he went for those with the luxurious feel of satin, and only lacy for 
decorative trim. There was no point in bras (yet!), so they compromised by 
buying satin singlets, including two in nearly transparant nylon. Next was 
nightwear, and they chose a shortie nightie in pink, completely see-through, 
but exciting to the touch, and a silky satin jacket that would just cover his 
bottom. He could wear his mother's shoes at the moment, but they were into 
the spirit of the thing, and they got
 sale price, a pair of gold strappy sandals, with very high heels. Then a dress, a 
slinky little thing in Chinese silk, and a mini-skirt and blouse.

At home, they went straight to his mother's bedroom to try things on. She 
fussed about him, undressing him completely. Then, lying back on the bed, she 
said, 'You get dressed and I'll watch. Remember, panties over suspenders, like 
mine.' She hitched up her skirt to show him her stocking tops and green silk 
panties.

The boy, naked, cupped his balls in both hands, and seemed to be showing off 
his hard cock to the woman, his mother. He took the tag off a white suspender 
belt and tried to clip it together, behind his back. 'Try clipping it at the front, 
and then twisting it round to the back!' Then a new packet of nylons, that he 
rolled up first one leg then the other. He looked in the mirror and straightened 
the seams. With some difficulty he managed to fasten the clips and then he, 
slowly and luxuriously, pulled on the white satin panties. He looked a picture, 
and on the bed his mother decided to take off her skirt and blouse to join him. 
Now he put on his satin singlet and his new slippers.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he stroked the satin front of his panties and 
vest, and rubbed the still-erect penis. His mother, lying on her back, was in her 
undies. Black bra and green panties.  'Come here,' she said huskily, and the 
boy lay beside her on the bed. She hugged him close, his face pressing into her 
breasts, and caressed the buns of his rump. He felt her breasts against him, and 
the warmth of her cunt against his belly, rubbing on his cock, as she wriggled. 
'Feel me. You can stroke me if you want,' she whispered, licking around his 
ear as she did so. He shivered, but caressed the firm, round melons of  her 
bottom, then her breasts through the thin nylon. His prick was straining, 
almost painful, as his hands wandered over the warm white skin of her belly, 
rounded and soft to the touch.

'My poor darling. Still the hard-on? Let me help you.' She put her hand into 
the waist of his panties and grasped the shaft. Then she moved her hand up and 
down it, her first cock for twelve months. She remembered the warmth of the 
soft skin and the solidity of the gristly muscle beneath. She was getting hotter, 
wetter. In moments the boy came, flooding her hand this time with come. 
'That was lovely,' she said. 'Now I've got to do something. We feel just like 
you do, you know, us women.' She was on the point of coming in any case, so 
it was enough for her to gently rub the gusset of her knickers a few times for 
an orgasm to sweep through her body. The boy was amazed by the groans, tiny 
squeaking cries, her flushed face, the heaving of her thighs.

'There, now we've both come! Let's see you in your new dress.' 

The boy put on his new Chinese robe, and she , too, got dressed. 'We must do 
something with your hair,' she said. 'It's long enough for a girl's, but needs a 
good cut. And I'll show you how to make-up...and do your nails.'

Serena had almost forgotten Victoria beside her as she recalled these long-
gone days. 'Not boring you I hope, Vikki?'

Victoria, sitting beside her, put her arms around her friend and hugged her, 
kissing her lips. 'No, darling Seri. It's enthralling. Don't stop!'

'That's what you always say! Well, that night I slept with my mother, and we 
shared a bed for many years after. I had washed and undressed, folding my 
undies carefully, and had just put on my new see-through nightie. I had yet 
another erection of course, from the feel and look of the nightie! My mother 
walked in.  She was wearing silver satin pyjama tops, and no bottoms. The 
jacket just covered her rump, but as she walked, holding the jacket together, I 
got glimpses of her cunt. But I could see her long, slim legs only too clearly. 
She was smiling, very happy, as she came over and hugged me, my chest 
against her tits, pressing my 
hard cock against the satin of her jacket. 'Come to bed with me tonight.' She 
sat on the side of the bed, and allowed her jacket to fall open. .

And so we went to bed together.In the warmth of her bed, we snuggled up, 
kissing and cuddling. Her jacket undone, she placed my hand on her breast, 
and showed me how to titillate her nipple. To this day I can still feel the 
warmth, the round firmness, the softness of the skin, as I fondled it, in near 
ecstacy. She cradled my balls in one hand, and felt my naked prick with the 
other. Her hands were crushed between our two bodies. Then she took my 
other hand and carried it down to her cunt. 'Rub me there, now' she said, and 
my little hand felt a hot, moist cunt for the first time. She took my hand and 
guided it to her clit. 'That's the best place,' she said. I rubbed and she came, 
frightening me a bit as she hugged me and bit my shoulder.

'I suppose she didn't actually mean to commit incest, at least not consciously, 
but the hot , open cunt and the hard little prick probably made it inevitable 
once we went to bed. At all events, as we cuddled, I felt my cock enter her as 
if by accident, engulfed in the warm tightness of her vagina. Doubtless, it was 
very wrong, but it felt so right. She pulled me in close to her, her hands one on 
my bottom and the other in the small of my back. I could feel her belly pushing 
on me while she squeezed me to her, increasing the penetration. She was                                                           
making the same soothing noises as the first time we'd caressed. Then she 
started to move under me, a rolling, heaving motion, dragging her clit against 
my pubic hairs while keeping my cock firmly inside her, my cock hardly 
moving at all. But I wanted to move it, so I too started to hump up and down. 
The bed shook and creaked, the classic tune of bedsprings! I felt her naked 
breasts pressed against the thin nylon of my nightie, but most of all I felt the 
warm wetness of her vagina, and the nipping movements as it gripped my 
cock. Like a coiled spring, my orgasm unfolded, the most powerful of my life, 
ever. No, not even with you, Vikki! And as I pumped my spunk into her, she 
came as well, shouting her joy, slapping my bottom, her legs tight around me.

We lay for a few moments, probably both confused by the intensity of our 
passion, our illegal passion! Then I caressed her lovely breasts, that had so 
filled my dreams and fantasies since that time I'd first seen her nearly naked. 
She kissed my naked belly, whispering endearments, and then lowered her 
mouth onto my prick, taking the soft member fully into her mouth. As her 
tongue worked on it I felt it stiffen, and mother moved her mouth faster and 
faster on it. Then she turned round, so her so her cunt was up close to my face 
as she sucked. 'Kiss me there, ' she said. I hesitated, never having imagined 
such a thing. 'Please kiss me there....' I ran my hand along the naked, shaven 
lips of her cunt, and licked my finger. I liked it......

So, hesitantly, I kissed her labia as if they were a mouth. I liked the feel, soft 
and silky, and poked my tongue right into the slit as if in a french kiss. She 
moved her hips up and down, rubbing the whole slit against my tongue. I liked 
the juices spread over my face as she fucked it, titillating my cock with tongue 
and lips. To get more I put my tongue right into her vagina, lapping the liquids. 
She moaned and took my cock entirely into her mouth. I remebered what she 
had said when we first masturbated and licked the erect clit, taking it between 
my lips , pulling and nipping it. My hands sought out her bottom, slick with 
her juices, and I softly 

rimmed her with one finger. Then I found her breasts and fondled them, 
feeling her hard, long nipples. Together we moved faster and faster, cock deep 
in mouth, and mouth pressed very hard against gaping cunt. And again we 
came, me spurting down her throat, she shagging my face in an ecstacy of joy.

This lovemaking went on most nights for two years. At school Hugh was a 
boy, at home he became Serina, and the lover of his mother. He never looked 
at another girl, or boy come to that. However, his mother had another man on 
occasions, and one evening she brought home a toyboy. He was a tall, slim lad, 
perhaps four years older than Hugh, now fourteeen. She introduced him as 
Rupert. 'He's my big , bad, Bear.'

Serina was miffed, but his mother cuddled him, and told him Rupert knew all 
about their relationship and understood. He just wanted to add to it, not 
supplant the young transvestite. So why not just go to bed, the three of them, 
and see how it worked out?

'It worked out very well, in fact,' said Serina. 'That first night I realised I was 
bisexual, as indeed was Rupert. We undressed, Mother and Rupert 
completely,and me down to my panties and stockings, though as I remember, I 
was wearing open-crotch panties so I might just as well have been naked. At 
first I watched mother and her boyfriend kiss and caress, but when they sucked 
each other, then I wanted to join in. I crushed myself against her back ( she 
was laying on her side), reached round and fondled her tits. My face was 
pressed up on her ample white bottom, and I could feel the busy tongue of the 
young man working an inch or two away. I parted the cheeks of her arse and 
pressed my mouth against her arsehole, felching it, just as Rupert was 
servicing her cunt. This was the first time I'd really noticed her anus, but I 
soon learned that slipping my tongue in and out of the rose was a delightful 
pursuit, as she moaned and wriggled with passion, her anus nipping and 
squeezing my exploring tongue.

Now Rupert turned round and pulled her on top of him, his cock instantly up 
her juicy vulva. My tongue still probing her anus, I could look at the prick 
from an inch away. I  pushed my hand round and under, succeeding in getting 
it between them as they moved together, and held his cock for a moment, 
letting it slide between my thumb and forefinger, sliding in the juice of their 
fucking. With each shove he was in to the very hilt: he would hold motionless 
a second before withdrawing and immediately shoving again. Mother moaned 
as my tongue still slipped in and out her other hole. Rupert was now moving 
slowly. I suddenly thought 'Why not?', and Turning round, presented my stiff 
little implement to the arse that I'd already softened and relaxed orally. I 
pushed it in beyond the knob and despite it being rather small, at fourteeen, 
Mother squealed in protest. However, I was now right up her, and I started to 
move hard in and out. It may be that she'd never had a prick in her bum 
before, at least that's what she claimed, but despite the initial pain and 
protests, she found it exciting. Her hips pressed back and forth as we shagged 
her, our hands roving over tits, belly , thighs, until she came. It was a huge, 
rolling orgasm that mounted up to new peaks of pleasure. I could feel her 
rectum contracting as she came, and also Rupert's thrusts through the thin wall 
that separated our pricks. Rupert came with one of the final spasms of her 
orgasm. I was still banging hard against her buttocks, my cock going in full-
length each thrust. And I came, spilling hot jizz ito her possibly virgin bum. 
She felt the scalding hot spurts and came yet again as I made my final thrusts, 
and Rupert held his cock in place.

Rupert rolled over me so I lay between them. As I lay there limp, he caressed 
my thighs and bottom. I turned over slightly so he could feel the nylon 
knickers and slip his hand under to fondle my arse-cheeks. I soon noticed he 
liked to run his hand up and down my stockinged leg and then onto the soft, 
white flesh above. He slipped his hand under a suspender strap and squeezed 
my whole thigh, then playfully let it snap back , stinging me. I reciprocated, 
feeling for the first time the strong muscles of a youth's arse, and the soft skin. 
My mother's body forgotten for the moment as she lay back contented, I 
explored this firm, male body, its belly, chest, and biceps.

I was getting hard again as Rupert held my cock, feeling it swell with his 
touch. He turned round on the bed and took it in his mouth as Mother so often 
had. His cock was against my face, still floppy. But I held it a second, looking 
at it. Then I put it in my mouth, the whole of it under my tongue. It stiffened 
and I could feel the knob pushing against the roof of my mouth. In a moment it 
was fully erect and I gagged. I took it out and studied the sloping knob and 
straight shaft. And back, now, into my mouth, my hand running up and down 
the shaft as well. It was so exciting I thought I would come. 'Stop, Rupert, stop 
a minute. Make it last....'I implored. But Rupert would have none of this and 
sucked even faster and harder until I came, full in his greedy mouth. He 
swallowed it all.

'Kneel down!' I knew what was going to happen now, and felt partly fear, but 
partly excitement, too. He knelt behind me, and I felt him part my bottom 
cheeks. His face was rough as he pressed it against my smoothness, his hands 
still running up and down my glossy nylons, enjoying the slimness of my very 
feminine legs. His tongue licked my ring and the penetrated, tickling my virgin 
arsehole. I'd never had a tongue, let alone a finger, fist, aor cock! I giggled. 
'That's nice, Rupert. I like that.'

'Then you'll like this, too,' he said, and annointed me with saliva, parted my 
crease,placed his knob against my arsehole, and penetrated it. The pain was 
terrible, but two hard, little shoves and it was replaced by a warm glow, and 
my scream was stifled almost before it rang out. The pleasure was growing 
now and I could feel his weapon stretching my anus and filling my rectum. I 
started to move, rocking backwards and forwards in time with his thrusts.

He was shafting me long and slow, making every inch of his prick tell. I felt 
his hands kneading my buttocks, and he would sometimes slap them, or ping 
my suspenders. 'You have a lovely round arse, Serina, and a beautiful tight 
arsehole. Is that good?'

'Oh, yes! I've never felt anything like this. You are filling me with warmth. 
Oh! I can feel your come splashing up in me. Bang it hard, Rupert.' He thrust 
stronger and stronger with each of the six spurts that I felt up in my innards.

Victoria reached down and fonndled the cock of the blonde lying beside her on 
the satin sheets. 'You've made me very, very randy,' she said. 'And by the 
state of your cock you're ready again too. Why not have my arse this time? I 
know you love that. Especially if I dildo my cunt at the same time. I'll kneel 
down. Get the dildo out, lover.' Serina massaged the back of the kneeling 
Victoria, the muscles behind the neck, the shoulder blades, the waist, and then 
the rounded bottom. She reached round and felt perfect, firm breasts, and 
moistened the dildo in her mouth before switching on the vibrator and rubbing 
it on her clit, and then , gently , into her arse.. 'Oh, yes. 


That's good, ' Victoria panted, and took the dildo in her own hand. 'Now shag 
my arse, Seri darling. I want to feel you stretch me!'

Serina wiped her cock in the kneeling model's wet cunt and, now lubricated, 
shoved it into her arse, quite roughly, the way she knew her lover liked it. She 
could feel the vibrator through the thin membrane as Victoria shagged herself 
with the noisy machine, and it added to her excitement shagging her arse.She 
slapped the wobbling arse-cheeks till they flushed pink, and then caressed 
them, before slapping them again. The kneeling girl came, but she didn't stop. 
The dildo fell from her cunt as she moaned with increasing intensity. Her 
hands no longer played with her clit, and her pleasure was wholly from the 
prick that filled her rectum. Serina sensed the girl's approaching second 
climax and slowed her thrusts a bit, but each stroke removing the knob 
completely, and forcing it anew through the narrow, tight anus.

Finally the moment was right, as the strokes became faster and more vigorous. 
Her thighs smote the buttocks of the moaning woman, who thrust back each 
time to meet them. 'Come you spoilt bitch! Come with a prick up your arase!' 
And Serina slapped her bottom twice more, hard, before pressing her tits into 
the girl's back, arms around her, and fingers tweaking the nipples of those 
magnificent breasts, quite brutally. The pain and pleasure made Victoria come 
in a scream of delight, and a moment later she felt the hot spunk pour into her 
punctured arse, firm tits grinding into her back.

Later. 'That was good Vikki. You're the best.'

'Seri, I think I love you....' And they hugged.

'How did you become transexual, Seri?'

'It was Rupert. One night after we'd fucked to a standstill he was playing with 
my nipples. He asked me whether I'd like to have proper breasts instead of the 
falsies I had to wear when dressed. When I said I'd love that, and all my 
fantasies included men and women sucking at and playing with my tits, he told 
me there was no reason why not. He was into the drug scene a bit, and his 
dealer also sold steroids, and more to the point, female hormones. They were 
not dear, and if I wanted he'd get me enough for a course. He promised my 
hair would become finer, my skin softer, my legs and bottom even more 
feminine, but the main thing was I'd get lovely breasts.'

And so Serina started her real transformation. Pretty soon they had to get the 
fourteen year old off school games, or the staff would have seen and asked 
questions. A fake case of asthma was invented and did the trick. That was ok 
with the teachers (or all except one of them!) but the other girls, and especially 
the boys, soon found out that 'Hugh' had nice tits.

The summer was the worst, or perhaps the best, as the open air and fine 
weather gave many opportunities for petting. Serina, accustomed now to her 
bisexuality, enjoyed the sexual favours of boyfriends and girlfriends. She had 
taken to wearing sexy undies under her boy's school uniform and she would 
often cycle out to the country in the evening with a boyfriend, park their bikes, 
and wander into the forest. 
                                                                                                      
In some grassy glade, they would lay down, and she would allow the boy to 
open her blouse and feel inside. She liked the passion with which these lads 
would feel her breasts through the bra, so much more titillating undies than 
most of the girls could wear. Usually, she would take off her blouse and skirt 
and lay in her bra and panties, the boy's hands feeling her tits and bottom 
mainly. Sometimes they were a bit upset when she reached into their trousers 
to feel cock, always hard by now.

But 'Fair's fair'. You get to feel my bottom and tits. I get to feel you too! And 
you're so big there. And so strong....' And she would soon have the lad naked, 
her hands wandering all over the firm, young, muscular flesh. And the cock. 
She loved to take a young cock in her mouth, and would often suck a boy to 
completion. Otherwise she would tell him to shag her, either pulling the 
panties aside or removing them. The boys could not get too much of this, and 
many of them became fixated on mouths and arseholes as their preferred 
sexual options, to the surprise of the girls they later settled down with. She 
introduced them, too, to troilism, loving to have a prick in her mouth and in 
her arse at the same time. Some of the young boys were persuaded to suck her 
cock in return for her arsehole, or some such bargain. Sometimes she even had 
them suck each other for her amusement, and also when she wanted more hard 
pricks but felt lazy about provoking them. In the town park, she would 
deliberately show her nylon knickers under her school shorts, and tempt grown 
men into dangerous indiscretions. Her attractive maths teacher succombed to 
this temptation, and was often required to service her anus as a result. He 
didn't grumble, preferring her tender young flesh to the more mature men and 
women he normally had truck with.

Generally, among a generation of boys in that town, and some of their elders, 
she spread a tolerance of homosexuality, of transsexuality, and a delight in 
cocks as well as cunts. Having been eased into sex with two cocks, many 
young lads found solace with other lads when the delectable Serina was not 
available.

Vikki interrupted. 'I bet you'd like to have a few of those clean young boys 
now Seri!'

'You'd be surprised who I have in my bed. If you want some teenage flesh, 
you bad girl, just tell me, and we can share next time I seduce a boy. Or 
perhaps a thirteen year-old girl, tits just starting, no cunt hair?'

And the girls, too. Her best friends were girls,and she was interested in girlish 
rather than boyish things. They would come round to her house, and stay with 
Serina, as opposed to 'Hugh' at school.It is a touchstone of the loyalty of these 
friends, boys and girls, that they have not broken her secret in the world  now 
she is famous. Many of these girls found their way to Serina's bed, where in 
the way of young girls, they enjoyed her breasts and rounded feminine shape. 
These little teenage 'lesbians' delighted in the mouth and fingers of the lovely 
girl, but most of all in the prick, ever at attention for them, for their hands, 
mouths, cunts, breasts, or arseholes, for Serina taught her friends all the modes 
of lovemaking.

'So there you are, Vikki: that's how your favourite Seri got to be what she is. 
Now let's have a nice suck before we have to get up.'