Date: Wed, 4 Jun 2008 08:17:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fred Gingerman <gingerfred2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mothered (transgender)

Mothered
by Gingerfred Man


Chapter One -- Matty's Mom

Some people said Annette Marlow was an overprotective mother, but there was
no doubt that she loved her only child very much.

Fourteen-year-old Matty Marlow was easy to love. He was sweet and innocent.
He was intelligent and cute as a button. Matty totally adored his mother
and would do anything for her.

And Annette returned all of Matty's love.

Annette was still a very beautiful woman, with an excellent figure that
included very large breasts and long, luscious legs. Men noticed Annette
and occasionally, Annette noticed men. She was a good woman, who cared
about doing what was right. Although she did have her idiosyncrasies.

But who doesn't?

Matty's father disapproved of the way Annette was raising their son. That
was why he gave up and abandoned them when Matty was six.

"You treat Matthew like an infant," Greg Marlow would say. "He'll never be
a man. Why don't you cut the apron strings and let him grow?"

Annette never understood what her former husband meant by all that. Nor did
she try. Mostly she was interested in keeping her boy safe and happy.

"Safe" was the hard part. Matty was always a very happy little boy.
Always. But now that he was 14 and in high school, the caring mother was
facing all sorts of new challenges.

Annette knew that she and Matty would jump those hurdles. They always had.

One afternoon, early in Matty's freshman year, Annette was reviewing
Matty's situation. She was concerned about the other boys in school. In the
lower grades, the boys had never been very kind to Matty, but the volume on
that had been tuned up considerably over the past year. They called him a
sissy. And worse.

Annette knew that Matty was their superior. In every way that counted. And
Matty would end up living a better life than any of them. That was, indeed,
the best revenge.

All the boys weren't mean to Matty. Zack Lincoln had been nice to Matty
since first grade. They weren't best friends or anything, but definitely
friends. And Zack, a big, strong boy with character to match, had often
defended Matty from a variety of would-be bullies. Annette was grateful to
Zack, but she knew that she would have to plan better for her son than just
relying on Zack.

There were some teachers who were nice to Matty as well, especially that
Mrs. Louis, who was young and beautiful, as well as being a kind, caring
teacher. And Annette could always count on her sister Janice and Janice's
son Chrissie, who was very much like Matty in some ways, but was much more
aggressive.

She would have to think about that later, because her little prince had
just gotten off the school bus and was entering their home.

Matty's sweet face and beautiful attitude lit up the room. He ran to his
mother to embrace her.

"Did you have a good day in school today, Sweetheart?"

"Oh, yes, Mommy," the little angel said. "Did you have a good day?"

"Yes, thank you, Dear. Are you hungry for your after-school snack?"

"Oh, yes, Mommy. Very."

He's so sweet, Annette thought. She sat on the couch and took off her
blouse. Matty got himself into a comfortable position, lying on the couch
with his head on Annette's lap. Annette unhooked her industrial-strength
bra and draped it over the arm of the couch. Matty opened his mouth
hungrily and tilted his chin up to receive his mother's wet, right nipple
into his mouth. The lad sucked greedily as Annette cooed with motherly
pleasure.

As her dear boy drained each breast in turn, Annette recalled that
breast-feeding the boy at six was one of the reasons Matty's father left.
Annette wondered what he would think if he saw them still doing that when
he was 14. Well, she didn't care. They both loved the experience and Matty
had never had a sick day in his life. Plus Annette had to admit that she
liked the extra heft it had given to her titties all those years.

People could scoff all they wanted. What went on between Annette and Matty
was their business.



Chapter Two -- Matty's Teacher

Stephanie Louis was one of the happiest people on the face of the
earth. She had a wonderful, gorgeous husband who adored her. She was a
skilled and effective teacher, a profession she loved almost as much as she
loved her husband. And she was knockdown, drag-out babe-o-licious.

Tall and slender, with wide hips, tiny waist and huge gazongas. Long legs,
tiny, perfect feet and an ass to carve into Mount Rushmore. And her face
was angelic, but had the innocent-with-a-pinch-of-naughty look that men lie
in bed and drain their balls dreaming about.

That day, like most days, Stephanie had arrived home an hour and a half
before Blake got off the train from the city. As always, she used the time
wisely, allotting 30 minutes to the preparation of a delicious meal and 60
minutes to the preparation of her delicious self.

When Blake Louis walked through his door that evening, he reminded himself
that he was that lucky guy we always wanted to be, but had never quite
gotten there until he met Stephanie.

His Playmate-of-the-Year-worthy young wife was in full warpaint, with
lingerie, stockings and very high heels that begged for a marital
consummation.

He was weak. He chose stupefying sex over a brewski and a Seinfeld rerun
and kissed Stephanie with equal parts love and lust.

Blake could be an animal. Stephanie was so happy when he was. He carried
her up the stairs, and laid her on her back. He ripped his clothes off
(fortunately, he worked for a clothing manufacturer and never paid retail)
and flung his hard, delicious, naked body on top of his wife's.

Stephanie squealed happily. She loved sex with Blake very much. The couple
fucked at least three times a day, even though they had just celebrated
their fifth wedding anniversary, and enjoyed every carnal moment.

Blake's cock was at its red, throbbing, angriest and he rubbed it against
his wife's panties as he kissed her.

That motion always made Stephanie's cock harden and throb too, and she was
delighted when Blake pulled her panties down so they could rub their bare
cocks, exchanging goo as they kissed sweetly.

Stephanie was anxious. She nibbled her husband's earlobe, then whispered,
"I lubed myself. I'm all ready for you. I want you."

Yum. Blake locked eyes with his angel, then placed her calves on his
shoulders. As they had done hundreds of wonderful times before, Blake's
cock entered Stepanie's perfect bottom. She gasped and panted with
pleasure. Blake stroked Stephanie's cock as he fucked her, kissing her,
praising her beauty and lovemaking skill and telling her how much he loved
her.

Stephanie wiggled a little so that Blake's cock would clip her prostate
just right. Then she did a "naughty." She reached around and entered her
husband's bottom with her manicured fingernail and wiggled it as she
explored. Blake panted a bit. Fucked his lovely angel. Held off from
cumming until Stephanie's eyes widened and she shot a big creamy load all
over her perfect tummy. Then he moaned and gave Stephanie the hot load he
had been saving for her since their last lovemaking, that morning.

They kissed and talked about their days. At that point, they usually had
dinner. But sometimes "round two" seemed a better option. It was that
evening.

Blake was on his back as Stephanie knelt and licked Blake's cummy cock and
balls. Blake saw Stephanie's intent and he liked it. She got him
rock-solid, then straddled his hips and sat on his cock. As she bounced up
and down, Blake watched Stephanie's big titties jiggle and bounce as they
fucked.

Stephanie was in control of their lovemaking and she used every muscle in
her bottom to caress and milk her man's cock to another spermy explosion in
her girlish "pussy."

Realizing his Baby hadn't cum a second time, Blake beckoned Stephanie to
straddle his shoulders and feed him her shiny throbber. He gave her pretty
balls a sucking that had her on the verge, then took her off the cliff with
some world-class tongue work on her cockhead.

Eventually, they ate dinner. Or you could call it refueling for the next
round.

They were a very happy couple.

After dinner, they returned to bed. They were in no hurry that time and
spent a lot of time cuddling, toying and sharing intimacies.

As Blake caressed Stephanie's long, thin clitty, he thought about their
early days. Blake and Stephanie had been boys together growing up. They
went to the same schools, but Blake was two years older. Blake knew
Stephanie was "different" from around age eight. Stephanie, then called
Gilbert, had always been delicate and girlish. Rather than be repulsed by
those traits, Blake, a very masculine lad, had feelings for Gilbert that
troubled him deeply.

Blake skinned Stephanie's foreskin back, a move that always made his lovely
darling gasp and squeal softly. How could Blake have ever misunderstood his
feelings for the most beautiful, feminine person on earth?

When Blake was a junior in high school and "Gilbert" a freshman, Blake
worried that he was gay. Blake was able to convince himself that he wasn't
only by applying the logic that he was attracted to girls very much. And he
was only attracted to only one boy in the world -- Gilbert. Very
attracted. Lie-in-your-bed-and-wank-yourself-dry attracted.

Stephanie was remembering their
fear-and-guilt-challenged-but-ultimately-glorious courtship and resolved
anew to help others miss some of the potholes she and her beloved Blake had
encountered.

"That feels so good, Blakie, but my titties are so lonely. You haven't
sucked them all day!"

Men say they don't like talk like that. But they do. They really do.

As Blake consumed Stephanie's huge, brown, right nipple, while tickling her
pink treasure bag, Stephanie brought up a subject Blake was a little tired
of hearing.

"I know a boy who needs our help, Blake. He's a sissy. I know he is."

Reluctantly, Blake's lips left Stephanie's titty flesh. "Sweetie, I would
do anything for you, but you are not, I'm sad to say, a good evaluator of
sissies. Remember Charlie?"

Stephanie winced. She had been sure that Charlie was a sissy. He was so
troubled. But then she discovered that he was only depressed because his
dog had died. Anyone could make a mistake like that.

Blake pushed on. "And let's not forget Aaron."

Another mishap. Aaron's parents were going through a divorce, she
discovered after a false diagnosis of "sissy boy."

"Sweetie," Blake said, "Every problem a teen has is not related to his need
to be a sissy."

He was right, Stephanie thought. Her man was always right. Especially in
the sack. But she always managed to win every disagreement. Makes you
wonder why.

Stephanie said, "You're right, Sweetie. I was wrong and you were
right. Would you just lie on your back? I want to make it up to you."

Blake knew he was in for the best blowjob ever given on this earth. When
Stephanie wanted something, she always gave him one of those. And he always
gave her what she wanted. Gladly. Willingly. And it was always worth it.

When Stephanie had swallowed the last molecule of cum in Blake's body, then
kissed and licked and sucked her man to another pounding erection, she
asked him, "Can you help me help Matty Marlow be all the sissy he can be,
Blake?"

Blake groaned. "You know I will, Baby. Now lie on your side and I'll get in
you from behind. Would you like that?"

"Mmmmmmm," Blake's angel-for-life purred.

Men are so easy.



Chapter Three -- Matty's Friend

Zack Lincoln needed Blake Louis' advice.

Unfortunately, neither knew the other existed.

If they had been able to communicate, Zack would have told Blake all about
the feelings that were attacking him, shaming him, but most of all,
exciting him. Blake would have told Zack the most important messages of all
-- "It's all right. I know what you're feeling. You're not wrong. You're
not crazy. I've felt the same way, acted on those feelings and I'm very
happy as a result."

But there was no such reassurance available for Zack at that time. Instead,
Zack was fighting an incredible, consuming attraction he was feeling for
another boy -- Matty.

The idea of sex with boys turned Zack's stomach. Zack often fantasized
about making love to girls, but no specific girl of his acquaintance.

Ever since "that day," he thought about making love to Matty. A lot.

"That day" was a month earlier. The Saturday before high school started for
both Zack and Matty.

Even though they were the same age, Zack had always been kind of a "big
brother" to Matty and they had always spent several hours together each
week. Zack was the youngest of five and the only boy, so he liked having
someone like Matty to protect. Matty was a great kid too. Always happy and
positive, even when the other kids teased him about being small and
delicate and sissyish. Matty was smart and funny and Zack always enjoyed
his company.

Zack was walking by the Marlow's house at late afternoon "that day" when he
saw Matty sitting on his porch waving Zack over.

They greeted each other in a friendly way, just as they always did. Zack
sat to talk with Matty, who offered lemonade. Matty went inside and moments
later, he and Mrs. Marlow appeared with a tray, glasses and pitcher of
home-squeezed lemonade.

"Thank you, Mrs. Marlow," the polite Zack said.

"You're welcome, Zack," Annette said. "It's always a pleasure to see you."
Annette genuinely liked Zack and thought he was great for Matty. She left
the boys alone.

"So," Zack said to Matty. "Are you nervous about starting high school on
Monday?"

Matty smiled. He was so darned cute when he smiled. "No. Not really. Are
you?"

Geez, Zack thought. Here this poor little runt is going into a situation
where the sharks will circle and attack him and he's treating it like a
walk in the park. Zack was always amazed at Matty's self-confidence and
serenity. It was as if Matty could always see beyond the troubles of the
present to a better life ahead. For the thousandth time in Matty's
presence, Zack wished he could do that.

"I'm a little nervous," Zack admitted to his friend.

Matty loved the honesty. He got up, walked across the porch, and hugged
Zack, saying, "It's OK, I'll protect you." And he giggled sweetly.

Good gracious. Matty had never hugged Zack before. He smelled like soap and
youth and innocence. Matty only held the hug for a few seconds, then went
back to his seat across the porch. But Zack had the biggest, hardest
erection of his young life.

That was very disturbing to the fine young man. And embarrassing. Had Matty
noticed? He was chattering on as if he hadn't. What did it mean?

Zack seemed to lose the thread of what Matty was saying, but his other
senses were very aware. He noticed that Matty was wearing skimpy, cutoff
jeans that barely covered his bottom and that his bare feet were small and
pretty. Did he just think "pretty?"

Zack also noticed Matty's sweet, tinkling voice and easy laugh. Matty's
tank top revealed smooth, creamy shoulders and a hairless torso.

What was happening to Zack?

A short while later, Annette joined the boys and invited Zack for
dinner. Mesmerized by his feelings, and against his rational side, Zack
accepted.

Zack and Matty played a video game, then joined Annette to enjoy a lovely
dinner of meat loaf, mashed potatoes and green beans.

Zack was in no hurry to go home, so after dinner, he and Matty went back
out on the porch to talk.

"I'm not going to turn the porch light on, boys," Annette said. "That just
attracts bugs."

Sitting in the dark with Matty had Zack tingling in a strange way. A good
way. But strange. Matty sat on one side of the porch and Zack the
other. Everything would have been all right, but then the temperature
dropped.

Even nature was conspiring against him, Zack thought later. Or for him. He
wasn't sure of which.

"Are you cold, Matty?" Zack asked his shivering, underdressed friend.

Matty nodded.

<Gulp> Pause for life-changing moment.

"Come sit with me," Zack said.

Matty zipped over and immediately sat next to Zack. Matty tucked his bare
feet under him, then snuggled up to Zack.

Zack felt protective, as he always did around Matty. But his erection had
returned, and was more insistent than the last time.

Zack put a brotherly arm around Matty. Matty made a sigh of
contentment. Things were beginning to get out of hand. Zack decided to put
a stop to things.

There was just enough light for Zack to see Matty's face when he looked
into his eyes. Zack saw need and affection. Ohhhhh. Zack saw something he
had always wanted, but was terrified of. Unnnhhh. Zack saw Matty tilt his
head up and part his wet lips slightly.

Zack's heart skipped. It was wrong. It was gay. It was a mistake.

Zack kissed Matty right on the lips. Hungrily. Passionately. It was the
nourishment Zack longed for, but could never have. He was so ashamed. He
was so aroused!

Zack found Matty's tongue with his own. They caressed each other's warm
young bodies as they kissed.

Zack had never been happier in his life. And he was frightened beyond
measure.

But they kept kissing.

Zack couldn't stop himself from putting a hand on Matty's leg and stroking
the warm flesh where Matty's thighs were joined. Ohhhh. Zack's cock was
throbbing as he kissed Matty with his whole being.

Matty cooed and sighed with obvious pleasure, parting his thighs to allow
Zack better access. Zack's hand sought the bottom of Matty's cutoffs and
reached up to Matty's most private parts. Zack felt two hot, tiny balls in
a wrinkled bag, then a very stiff, but very small, tubular object that
throbbed at Zack's touch. Zack rubbed his thumb around the head and almost
fainted with lust when he heard Matty issue a small squeal.

Meanwhile, Matty was not idle. He had managed to pull down Zack's zipper
and was feeling Zack's thick pole through his Jockey shorts. Zack groaned
with guilt and pleasure as he felt his friend's soft, loving hand. When
Matty excavated Zack's cock from his underwear, freeing it to the night
air, Zack grunted with joy.

Zack stroked Matty's little jewel as they kissed, until the little
sweetheart squealed a bit more loudly, kissed Zack harder, and spurted
several thick, creamy globs of sticky goo over Zack's loving hand. The
dirtiness and pure pleasure of the situation seized Zack and he joined his
partner in paradise, shooting thick strands of his manly gunk into the late
summer air.

Zack was in heaven...and in its antithesis...simultaneously. His immediate
problem was, what did he do next? Did he zip up his pants and pretend
nothing happened? Did he blame Matty for being a little dick-teasing faggot
and run off? Or did he keep making love with Matty and see what happened
next?

His problem was solved for the moment by the slow, noisy, obvious approach
of Annette Marlow. When he heard his mother coming, Matty jumped up and
took his original seat on the other side of the porch. Zack covered his
drooling cock with his hands as Mrs. Marlow looked out onto the dark porch
and said, "You'd better get ready to go home, Zack. I told your mother you
would be home by nine."

"Yes, Mrs. Marlow," the polite young man said. That was a close one, Zack
thought, as Mrs. Marlow went back into the house and he tucked himself
away.

Matty giggled as he produced a Kleenex and cleaned most of the cum stains
off Zack and then off the porch.

Zack couldn't help himself. He pulled Matty to his lap and kissed him
thoroughly one more time.

What's happening to me, the confused, but happy lad asked himself as he
walked home.

Since "that day," Zack and Matty hadn't talked about what happened. It
hadn't seemed to bother Matty at all. He was sweet and friendly to Zack as
ever.

Zack melted every time he saw Matty, all the while praying that no one
would notice. Except Matty.

And every night, he would stroke himself to a ballbuster cum dreaming of
Matty in his arms. In his fantasies, Matty would be wearing make-up and
dressing like a girl -- with lingerie and dresses. And big, high heels.

What did that mean?

Zack was determined to find out.



Chapter Four -- Matty's Aunt and Uncle

Rob Muller had spent most of his life in torment. Strangely, it was what he
feared most that freed him.

His wife Janice, who was Annette Marlow's sister and Matty's Aunt, was a
very attractive woman, and when she paid attention to Rob that summer
before their senior year in college, it seemed to Rob that he had found
what he wanted.

That was partly true. Janice was a good and faithful wife, who gave him 16
good years of marriage and a fine son named Christopher, whom everyone
called Chrissie. Chrissie was 15 and an honor-student, high-school
sophomore in their town, which was 112 miles from Matty and Annette's home.

Janice didn't deserve what had happened to her six months earlier. It
pained Rob to remember.

Janice and Chrissie were planning to spend a weekend at the state capital
for Chrissie's debate team finals and Rob would be staying home to do some
things for his job.

As fate would have it, Janice and Chrissie left at 8 a.m. that Saturday
morning, but half an hour out of town, Chrissie realized he had forgotten
some papers he needed. A bit peeved, but supportive, Janice drove home,
arriving shortly after 9 a.m. She told Chrissie to wait in the car, because
she knew the boy would dawdle if he were to go looking for the stuff
himself. Janice killed the engine and let herself in the front door.

That was when she heard what would change their lives forever.

Moans. Grunts. Squeals. Bed springs.

Her husband Rob, to whom she had been faithful forever, was upstairs
fucking some bimbo! In their bed.

This is why the NRA is wrong about keeping a gun in the house, dear
readers. Rob would be dead today if he had been a gun-boy.

Janice was nevertheless pissed. She had sharp nails and was about to dig
them into some adulterers.

She strode up the stairs, flung open the bedroom door, and saw -- Jack
Bistro's bare ass rising and falling as he fucked a woman beneath him -- a
woman with long, blonde hair, black stockings, very high heels, lots of
make-up and a black nightie.

What was Jack, Rob's best friend, doing with a woman in their bed?

Then she got a look at the "woman."

Oh, please no, she thought.

But it was what she feared.

Rob was in full femme apparel, taking his best friend's cock into his tight
bottom. The bottom Janice had fingered for him during hundreds of
staggering blowjobs. The bottom she loved to watch as he walked around
their bedroom. Her husband was a faggot! And so was his best friend.

Disgust consumed Janice and she began to retch onto her bedroom carpet.

That was when Rob and Jack noticed her. And almost became cardiac patients.

The terror of that moment gripped Rob every time he thought of it. Even
after six months.

Janice's fury was immense. After she finished throwing up, she attacked
them both physically, scaring Jack half to death and making him grab his
clothes and exit via the bedroom window, a twelve-foot drop to the ground.

Rob wasn't so lucky. He was able to protect himself from the physical
attack, but what followed was worse.

Janice pulled herself together and announced, "My son is in the car waiting
and I must take him to his debate. We'll deal with this when I return
tomorrow evening." And she left.

Oh, no.

Rob truly had the weekend from hell.

He considered just packing and moving out. But he didn't want to leave his
son. And he still loved his wife, despite having consumed Jack's cock and
cum every chance they had had over the past ten years.

When Janice and Chrissie arrived at home, Janice put on a good show for
Chrissie until the boy went to bed.

Then Janice addressed her husband. "I've had some time to consider what I
now know to be true. Goodness knows what drove you to do what I saw you
doing. I don't want to know, nor do I want to know how long it's been going
on, or whether Jack is the only one whose cock you've been harboring. I
also want no promises, sincere or otherwise, that you and Jack will be
stopping."

<Gulp> "Then, what do you want?" Rob asked.

Janice fixed him with a "woman-scorned" stare. "I want two things. First, I
want complete freedom to have sex with whichever men I want, whenever and
wherever I want. Agreed?"

<Gulp. Gulp> A bitter pill. A babe like Janice would be very popular
and Rob didn't relish the role of cuckold. But what could he say under the
circumstances? "Agreed," he said. "What's the second thing you want?"

"I want you to help our son. He obviously takes after you. He's been
telling me for over a year now that he's really a girl. Ironically, I've
been telling him that he must keep that to himself because the news would
destroy his father. I don't want him marrying some woman, then sneaking
around on her, ruining both of them. I want him to blossom as a sissy, then
marry a nice man and settle down."

Oh, my. Rob sat to absorb all that. He nodded in agreement.

Janice went on. "In return, you can dress whenever and wherever you want,
including in our home. You can't sleep with me anymore, but you can bring
any of your faggoty fuck partners in and let them screw your brains out,
because mister, that's what's going to be happening to me in the next
bedroom."

It was equally horrible and wonderful and had been such over the past six
months.

Rob dressed full time, except when he was at work, and he was looking for a
way to do at-home consulting so he could do 24/7 femme. He was getting
hormone treatments, electrolysis, piercing, waxing, tucking and
scraping. That made him very happy.

But the lack of sex made him very sad. Despite Janice's pronouncement that
Rob could host any men he wanted, right in their home, Rob was averse to
doing that for at least three reasons.

Rob lay in his solitary bed, clad only in his black garter belt, stockings
and six-inch mules, and reviewed the sad tally.

First, as far as Rob knew, Janice had not "entertained" once since her
announcement of sexual liberation from their marriage. Rob was perplexed by
this, and held out hope for a reconciliation. He certainly didn't want to
get Janice riled by bringing Jack over.

Second, Rob was embarrassed to do such things with his son's knowledge. Rob
had undertaken an intensive sissification process with Chrissie over the
past six months, all with Janice's approval, and the boy was a sissy
angel. He was a feminine treasure who would drive men and boys insane with
lust. But Rob thought Chrissie was far too young for such things, so he set
a celibate example. And his sore balls and full bag were killing him.

Third, Rob's lover Jack was so scared that Rob didn't think that the
darling man could even get an erection in Rob's bed. Jack was terrified
that Janice would "out" him and was giving Rob very wide berth. Rob longed
for Jack's tonguey kisses and gentle caresses. He longed for the taste of
Jack's cum as Rob slurped down load after load of manly cream. He longed
for the feeling of Jack's cock in his sissy bottom as Jack kissed him and
spoke of his beauty. He missed the feeling of Jack on top of him, covering
his lingerie-clad body with his masterful presence. The feeling of giving
himself to Jack. Rob remembered as he touched himself down there and he was
almost going to...

The door flung open.

Rob stopped stroking himself.

Janice stood there in all her feminine glory. She had made up her face to
perfection. Her big titties were held in a demibra that showed her erect,
huge nipples. Her towering heels accented her delicious legs, encased in
silky, white stockings and held up by a satin garter belt. She wore no
panties and her pussy hair was sopping with arousal.

Huh? Rob gulped.

"I'm horny as hell and I want YOU! Not some man I half know. I know you're
mostly only a man in your crotch, but we've shared a life and love and I
want you!

Rob's eyes filled with tears. He sissied over to his wife and enclosed her
with his arms. They embraced and kissed hard. Geez. Rob came in huge sticky
spurts all over Janice's tummy. He squealed as he let go and Janice began
to giggle.

"I guess I still excite you," she chuckled. "Now let's get serious."

And they did. All night long.



Chapter Five -- Matty's Cousin

Chrissie Muller shared some of his cousin Matty's appetites, but very
little of his personality.

Chrissie loved his cousin, but thought him to be way too babyish. Matty was
like a little kid or something. And what was he anyway? A boy or a girl?
Chrissie knew exactly who he was.

Matty and Chrissie got together three or four times a year and they always
got along, but weren't really close.

Chrissie was close with three boys he had known most of his life. He
couldn't be much closer than sucking their cocks and taking them up his
bottom.

Chrissie wasn't gay and neither were the boys. Chrissie was a girl; of that
he was sure. Chrissie insisted on being en femme when he made love with
boys -- from the very first time he swallowed Johhny Henry's creamy load to
the time Greg Grissom fucked him so hard he had trouble pooping for three
days. "No girlie clothes, no pussy" was Chrissie's policy and after
unsuccessfully trying to get around the rule in school locker rooms and
dark closets, Chrissie's lovers knew that girlish attire and mood were
prerequisites for the best sex any of them had ever conceived.

Chrissie didn't do gang-bangs. It was one boy at a time, and the nicer they
were to him, the more and better pussy they got. Had any of them dared to
kiss and tell, they would have had to go back to manual relief or worse, to
genetic girls. So they kept their mouths shut, to the point of not even
being aware of each other.

Chrissie invited his lovers to make love to him. Chrissie spread his legs
and opened his mouth. Chrissie ran the show. Not that Chrissie wanted to
run the show. He would have loved a big, strong "Daddy" to dominate him and
discipline him and take him to new erotic lands. For the moment, though, he
was stuck with Johhny, Greg and Adam.

His own Daddy was a fairy crossdresser, not a real girl like Chrissy knew
he was. From the very first time he swallowed Johnny Henry's creamy load,
he knew.

Chrissie liked that his Dad was finally "out" but he thought less of him
because it took 40 effing years for him to get up the moxie. Then Daddy
only did so after he was caught with that "Jack" friend of his. To think
that Chrissie had once dreamed of Jack making love to him. The prick
deserted his father at the first sign of trouble.

Chrissie and his Dad had grown very close over the past six months. And
Chrissie was amazed at how wonderful his Mom had been about Chrissie's
femminess. He was sad about Mom and Dad's deteriorating relationship, but
from the vigorous sounds of last night's fucking, they appeared to have
reconciled.

They were both beautiful, feminine people, just like Chrissie.

Daddy had taught Chrissie a lot about make-up and fashion and even about
<blush> boys. Chrissie had no idea that his Daddy knew so much about
girlie things and so much about relationships with boys. What Daddy didn't
know, but surely suspected, was that Chrissie was sexually active -- really
active -- with his boyfriends nearly every afternoon.

After school the day before, Chrissie had invited Adam Casey to the house
for some fun. Now that Chrissie was "out" at home, he was able to choose
from a variety of sexy outfits, each openly displayed in his girlish
room. Chrissie had just finished dolling up when Adam arrived at his
appointed hour.

As usual, Adam's eyes bugged out when he saw the femmed-up Chrissie, who
was utterly scrumptious in pink lingerie and big heels. Chrissie liked Adam
because Adam adored eating out Chrissie's hot little pootie, which always
made Chrissie squeal and cum at least twice before Adam got about the
serious business of fucking.

Chrissie gave Adam the usual four-star fuck session, then kissed and licked
Adam's cock until the boy was hard and spewing in Chrissie's pretty face.

Chrissie thought his life was just about perfect.

Lately, Daddy had been taking Chrissie all over town, both of them openly
en femme, to buy lovely things and make admiring men's cocks hard and
dripping as they lusted after the lovely, femmy pair of tgirls.

Chrissie wanted Mom and Daddy to start referring to him by female pronouns,
let him cease the public fiction of his "boyhood" and let him begin to live
full time as a girl.

That was something he resolved to bring up that evening, but he was
preempted. Big time.

Mom, Daddy and Chrissie always dressed for dinner -- pretty frocks,
stockings, heels. That night, Chrissie could tell something was up besides
just Mom and Daddy's reconciliation. So he asked, "What are you not telling
me?"

Mom smiled at Chrissie, then at Daddy. Daddy had worn his prettiest dress
that evening and had done his hair perfectly. Daddy said, "We're moving,
Honey. To a house only two blocks from your Aunt Annette and Cousin
Matty. I'll be getting a great new job, where they'll know me as Lisa
Muller. And you and I are going to be 24/7 girls!"

Huh? Chrissie thought the 24/7 part was wonderful. But being around his
aunt and twitty cousin was a poor exchange for Johnny, Greg and Adam. He
decided to bargain.

"Can I take hormones and get big breasts? Can I get my ears pierced? Can I
be a blonde? Can you call me "she" and "her?" Can I have a Mercedes?"

Daddy giggled. "Yes, yes, yes, yes and you've got to be kidding."

Chrissie smiled in satisfaction. She guessed she would be able to find some
boys just as good as Johnny, Greg and Adam in the hick burg where the
Marlows lived.

There were always men if a sissy wanted them.



Chapter Six -- Matty's Principal

Gary Milford was a 45-year-old, attractive, single, well-liked,
well-respected high-school principal, who would have continued to live the
dull ache of a G-rated life if it hadn't been for "that magazine."

One day nearly two years earlier, Gary was at his favorite newsstand,
looking over the educational journals, when fate grabbed him by the nuts
and twisted hard. Mixed in with the painfully dull professional material
was a misfiled copy of "Panty Boy" magazine. Like all men, Gary had heard
about that piece of wretched, pornographic, trashy filth, but had never
held one in his hands. Until that moment. At that time. Then.

He looked at the cover and his ears heated up. The logo was filthy in
itself, with a pair of pink panties draped over the capital "P" in the
title. Then, drawn to the flame, Gary saw the picture of the cover "girl."
Someone named Gloria. A boy named Gloria. Imagine that. With make-up and
big, red, painted lips. Parted for a kiss. Ohhh.

Poor Gary's size-32, white, Jockey briefs had never been so crowded. It
must have been fate, he thought. He was supposed to buy the magazine. He
grabbed up his copies of "Nerdy Principal" and "Education Geek," and paid
for all three magazines.

When he got home to his one-bedroom condo, Gary asked himself what the heck
he was doing. He stripped naked, found the Vaseline in his bathroom, lay on
his bed, applied three big, oily dollops of Vaseline to his large, thick,
but mostly unused cock and ripped the plastic cover from the Panty Boy
magazine.

He held the magazine in his left hand as he rubbed slick comfort onto his
enflamed cockhead. In the first pictures, "Gloria" was a boy who stripped
naked, then rebuilt himself into a staggeringly beautiful, made-up,
stockinged, lingeried angel. The picture story was huge and each picture
brought poor Gary closer to doing "that bad thing" all over himself. The
last ten pictures in the series were his downfall.

Gloria was looking into the camera as she stroked her tiny, but beautiful
cock and gorgeous little balls. The caption said, "Make me cum, Daddy. I
want to cum for you!"

Oh, it was incredible. Then he turned the page and the boyish/girlish
masterpiece was in the full agony of a stunning orgasm. Thick spurts of
sissy cream were gushing from that itsy-bitsy cock, one-third the size of
Gary's rammer. Gary had never seen anything half as sexy in his life. The
poor man arched his back and actually cried out as his guts attacked
him. His balls evacuated with a wrenching motion and he must have produced
a quart of thick cum. He may even have passed out.

Gary's life after that was one of joy and torment. The joy came from
finally knowing who he was and what he wanted and from acquiring a complete
set of a magazine that had him cumming at least four times each day. The
torment came from the notion that he would probably never share bed and joy
with a real pantyboy.

Gary was quite wrong about that notion, but for two years, he was
right. Worse, he found himself looking at sissyish boys in his school,
wondering if they were pantyboys. Not gay. He thought that was
disgusting. He wanted girlish boys. Boys who wanted to be girls and have a
strong man to guide them. And discipline them, using humiliation if he
must. And to fuck their little bottoms until they squealed and screamed
with joy.

Some of the boys he saw, and they weren't always sissyish, stirred his
testicles. Were they sissies? Did Gary have the power to recognize a sissy
from a pack of normal-looking boys? Of course not. And what was that
strange attraction he had to that Mrs. Louis? A fine teacher and a
beautiful woman, not a sissy. Why did she, a mid-20s, married woman, harden
Gary's big sissypleaser?

Another puzzler.

Of course, dreaming of something and acting on it are very different
things.

But cosmic forces were moving in the right directions to make Gary's dreams
come true. And lots of other people's as well.



Chapter Seven --Matty

Matty Marlow had a great outlook on life. When males acted like jerks to
him, he forgave them.

The males were just following instinct. When a woman comes across something
she doesn't understand, she tries to "join" with it. When a man faces
something he doesn't understand, he tries to kill it.

Matty was unclear about a lot of things in his life, but he was certain of
three things. One -- he loved, respected and practically worshiped his
mother. Two -- he passionately, romantically and erotically loved his
friend Zack and would marry him someday. Three -- he loved being who he
was, even if he didn't fit any conventional pattern.

Some called him a "faggot." His mother told him that a faggot was a mean
thing mean people said to nice people. Matty wasn't stupid. He knew a
faggot was a mean name for a male who had sex with other males.

Like the fun he had had with Zack on the porch that night last month. Matty
loved what happened that night. He loved Zack and he loved that Zack was
beginning to express his physical love for Matty. Matty knew that Zack was
a wonderful boy and he and Zack would fall in love and live happily ever
after.

Matty also knew that Zack wasn't one of those "faggots." And neither was
Matty. Matty was something or someone that even he couldn't define yet. But
Matty knew who he was.

Matty knew that he thought a lot about being in bed naked with
Zack. Touching his beautiful body. Kissing him. Rubbing against him. Taking
Zack's perfect, hard cock into his mouth. Swirling his tongue all around
the head. Making Zack pant and groan and make that creamy stuff into
Matty's soft, wet mouth.

Matty knew that the creamy stuff was "cum" and that boys made it when they
got excited, then got that wonderful feeling.

Matty loved that feeling, especially that night when Zack gave it to him.

Matty knew that cumming with someone you love and making that someone cum
are the two greatest feelings in the world.

He was pretty wise.

Matty and his Mom had always shared their experiences. Always. So, of
course, after that wonderful night of kissing and cumming with Zack, he
told Mommy all about it.

Annette was interested but not surprised. And she was very pleased. Zack
was the sweetest, nicest boy, except for Matty, that Annette had ever met.

Her little boy was growing up. Falling in love and cumming his little balls
dry.

The afternoon after his wonderful night with Zack, Matty was having his
"snack" at Mommy's breasts, when Annette introduced something extra nice
and extra intimate. As her sweet boy suckled Annette's right breast, she
said, "Pull your pants down, Matty. And your underpants."

As always, Matty obeyed Mommy without question. The little angel was
sucking his mother's breast gently and was completely exposed below the
waist. He wasn't scared or worried. Completely submissive to his mother,
Matty was expecting something good.

And he was right.

As Matty nursed at his mother's breasts, Annette reached down and began to
stroke her son's genitals. Expertly.

Matty wiggled with pleasure.

"Sweetie," Annette said, "You're growing up now. Boys your age need to be
milked. Frequently. Like Zack did for you last night. Does this feel good?"

Matty sucked harder and shuddered in impending ecstasy. Annette was an
EXCELLENT milker. Before long, Matty's pretty face scrunched up, he
squealed, and began to spurt globs of his hot cream all over his mother's
hand.

Annette hugged Matty, wiped her hand with a towel, and kissed her son
lovingly.

>From then on, a nice milking was part of their daily nursing session.

Instead of cooling Matty off, it seemed to heat him up. And want Zack
more. But Matty was still a patient boy.

About a week after Matty and Zack's cummy encounter, Matty discovered
something different when he went to bed.

Mommy always laid out his pajamas when he went to brush his teeth and wash
his face and hands before bed. That night, when he returned to his room
from the bathroom, a pretty, yellow, cotton nightie was on the bed instead
of his boy's sleepwear. He looked at the nightie, then at his adored
mother.

"I think you'll find this more comfortable, Sweetheart," Annette said.

"Thank you, Mommy," Matty said. Then he stripped naked and slid the nightie
over his head.

"You look adorable," Annette said.

Matty considered himself in the mirror and agreed. He was adorable.

Matty got on his knees and said his prayers. Then he hopped into bed. His
mother tucked him in and kissed him. "Thank you for the nightgown, Mommy. I
love it. And I love you."

Annette beamed. How could anyone not love this child, she thought,

When Annette turned off the light and left the room, Matty's head was
filled with conjecture.

Why did he look so good in the nightgown? A girl's nightgown. What would
Zack think if he saw Matty in the nightie?

Matty drifted off to sleep and began to dream.

Matty dreamed that he was asleep in his bed in his pretty nightie. He
dreamed that he awoke to a room filled with morning light. He looked at
himself and was pleased to see that he had a pretty set of cute, but tiny
titties, with puffy little nipples. He still had his boy's privates,
though. Wasn't that odd?

He looked at the door and Zack was standing in the doorway, naked and
hungry for Matty. Matty liked the dream already.

"You're the sweetest, prettiest girl in the world, Matty," Dream Zack
said. "You're my very own princess and I love you with all my heart."

In real life, Matty's little cock was very stiff.

Dream Zack pulled back Matty's sheets and looked at Matty's privates, which
were exposed because his nightgown had ridden up.

Zack got into bed with Matty and surprised Matty by kissing and licking
Matty's cock. Then he began to swirl his tongue all around Dream Matty's
balls and the real Matty's teeny cock exploded, spurting six creamy glops
all over Matty's sheets and new nightie.

There was something very exciting to Matty about dressing in a
nightie. One's balls often admit what one's intellect will not.

Over the next three weeks, Matty wore three pretty nighties his mother had
purchased for him and he blew cum into every one he wore, every night. His
dreams of sex and love with Zack grew more vivid, draining Matty's balls
vigorously and thoroughly, while re-assuring Matty that his dreams would
come true.

If Annette could help Matty achieve those dreams, she was willing to do
whatever it took.



Chapter Eight -- Testing, testing

Early the next day, Stephanie Louis called Annette and asked if they could
confer about Matty. They made an appointment for that afternoon after
school and got together in Stephanie's empty classroom.

Annette was a little uncomfortable about having Matty wait for his
afternoon snack of breast milk, but Stephanie had stressed the meeting's
urgency.

"Mrs. Marlow, first, let me say that it has been a pleasure to be Matty's
teacher. He's the sweetest, nicest teenager I have ever met and I'm honored
to meet the woman who helped make him that way.'

Annette smiled. That was a great way to begin.

Stephanie continued. "I'd like to give Matty a battery of tests called the
Gingerman Test."

Annette had never heard of that. "What would be the purpose?"

"It considers gender orientation and tells us where the test-taker fits
regarding gender."

Annettte bristled a bit at that. "I think I know my boy, Mrs. Louis. Why
should he take such a test?"

Stephanie was losing Annette, so she got personal. "I know the pain of
gender misplacement, Mrs. Marlow. I'm trying to save Matty that pain. It's
only a test. He won't even know what it's for and you don't have to do
anything once you get the results. But if you do, I can help you."

Annette asked, "How would you know such things, Mrs. Louis?"

Stephanie hesitated. It wasn't something she wanted known, but Matty's
happiness was at stake. "I began life as a boy, Mrs. Marlow -- 14 years
worth. Changing to my real gender saved my life."

Annette considered Stephanie, then said, "You're a very brave and kind
woman to tell me that, Mrs. Louis. I'll keep your confidence and have Matty
take the test." Then she got up and gave Stephanie a huge, grateful hug.

Some days it's worth being a teacher, Annette thought.

Two days later, after Matty had taken the Gingerman Test and Stephanie
evaluated the results, Annette returned to confer with Stephanie.

"So?" Annette asked.

"Matty's off the charts, Mrs. Marlow. They'll have to change the
scale. He's the most feminine boy ever tested. And also one of the kindest,
sweetest and most innocent. It's a miracle he's still alive in this world
of sharks and charlatans. Again, it's a great tribute to you, Mrs. Marlow."

Annette wasn't surprised at all. She knew Matty. But she was, and this was
very rare for Annette, stumped as to what to do about it.

"I would appreciate your advice and counsel, Mrs. Louis," Annette said.

Stephanie smiled. "Let me tell you my own story."

"I guess it all started when I was about seven. I wasn't an unhappy little
boy, but I didn't know how happy I was supposed to be. My mother was a very
beautiful, feminine woman, who enjoyed dressing as a woman. She took her
time and care with her make-up and her dress. She wasn't very modest, and
would often leave the door open when she was at her vanity. Mother would
sit on the stool, wearing only her panties, bra, garter belt, stockings and
big heels as she brushed her beautiful hair and painted her lovely
features. I would watch her and didn't hide my interest.

"I remember asking Mom one day, `Mommy, how old do I have to be before I
wear make-up and pretty things like you?'

"Mom smiled, but didn't ridicule me. `I don't know about that,
pumpkin. Most boys don't dress like me.'

"I was hardly discouraged. `I'm not like most boys, Mommy.'

"Mom's sweet laugh tinkled. She was definitely laughing WITH me. She hugged
me and gave me a big hug and kiss. She smelled wonderful. I wanted to smell
like that.

"Daddy would have been very upset if he had heard that conversation. So we
didn't tell him.

"When I was ten, Mom bought me my first panties. She watched me hold them
against my skin, then tremble as I eased them up my legs and across my
little cock and balls. I was hard as nails and blushing with shame from
letting Mom see me like that. But I loved those panties!

"Mom bought me pretty nighties and other panties, but we hid them from
Daddy. When I was thirteen, Mom bought me my first stockings. I remember
they were tan and sheer and heavenly. But so embarrassing! I was shuddering
with pleasure when I snapped my satin garter belt to my stockings. Then,
<blush> I started to cum. Right in front of my mother. Big, sticky
spurts. The first cum of my life. And the most humiliating.

"I adored my stockings and the sexy way my legs looked in them. And I loved
cumming, even though I wished my mother wasn't watching. Her reaction was
not what I expected.

"'It's about time you made sissy cream, Sweetheart. I was wondering when
your girlish feelings would make you spurt and squeal. Oh, I can't wait to
dress you in pretty things and watch all your sissy excitement jump from
your little sissycock.'

"Well. That was good, I thought. Wasn't it? `What about Daddy?' I asked.

"' I give Daddy everything he wants, Baby. He'll do what I want. Everything
I want.'

"Mama was right about Daddy. She tuned up the sex dial on their lovelife
and all he could think about was Mama's charms. She must have told him
about my feminine side during one of Daddy's weak moments. Around Mama, he
had several of those. I was so nervous the first time I dressed as
Stephanie around Daddy, but he glowed with love for me and accepted me as
his daughter from the first moment.

"I still wasn't ready to go to school as Stephanie. But I had a much higher
priority anyway. Winning the heart of one Blake Louis. Blake was two years
older than me, the dishiest boy on the planet and, I thought, already
totally in love with me, although it scared the living poopie out of him to
be in love with someone he thought was a boy.

"Blake was always hanging around our house. He helped Dad clean our pool
and work in the yard and all. But he was too shy to make a move on me,
because of that gay phobia stuff. I decided to see how a little shock
therapy worked.

"One Saturday when Blake's parents were away for the weekend, Mama asked
Blake over for dinner and a sleepover. He accepted eagerly, bringing the
videos we asked him to under the pretext that since he and I were boys, we
would watch car chase movies all night. When Blake showed up, I was
upstairs. Mama and Daddy knew him very well, so they chatted easily.

"Mama yelled upstairs to me that Blake had arrived. Five minutes later, I
walked downstairs to join the group.

"Mama and Daddy greeted me as if everything were normal. Blake was in
shock. I guess it was because I was wearing full make-up, a purple, ribbed
top, 13-inch miniskirt, silky, black stockings and four-inch stiletto
sandals. I was gorgeous, though I wished my hair had been longer.

"Blake was speechless. I guess he was especially surprised because Mama and
Daddy were acting so normal about me being a girl. They were calling me
`Stephanie' and `Honey.'

"I walked over to Blake and gave him a little welcome kiss on his
cheek. And I smiled when I saw his crotch swell <giggle>. It took a
little while for Blake to get his bearings in the situation, but by the
time dinner was ready, he held my chair, passed me everything I glanced at,
and called me `Stephanie.'

"After dinner, we all did the dishes. Then Mama and Daddy went to bed for
their usual 12 hours of sleep mixed with pounding sex. That left Blake and
me to our own devices.

"Blake wanted to ask me all about what was happening with the girlish
clothes, not that there was anything wrong with it. But I just asked if we
could watch those movies he brought. Befuddled, but very aroused, Blake set
up `Hot Rod Hell' on the VCR, then sat on the opposite end of the couch
from me. I remedied that by getting up and sissying over to his side of the
couch, then plopping my soft, sexy body next to his. I snuggled next to
him, putting my head on his shoulder. The poor boy was shuddering with
excitement and fear, but he put his arm around me right after the opening
credits of the movie. His poor crotch was all lumpy, so I did what instinct
told me to do. I put my soft hand on his crotch and rubbed gently.

"Blake groaned. Then he looked in my eyes, seeing a girl's love, and he
made the biggest and best leap of his life. He kissed me. Very well. And
very passionately. And for a very long time. Long enough for me to free his
cock from its confinement and administer the first handjob of my life as we
kissed. As Blake's thick, rich nut juice spurted from his cock, I knew he
was mine.

"Oh, Mrs. Marlow, I'm so sorry," Stephanie said. "I've been far too
explicit. I don't know what came over me. I guess I just thought being
Matty's mother, you would understand. I'm so flushed too. Is it warm in
here?"

Annette Marlow shared Stephanie's feelings about the heat. "That's a very
exciting story, Mrs. Louis. I don't mind hearing it. And I must say, it
excites me too. I just have a couple of questions. Do you still have
your...umm...male things?"

Stephanie smiled. She liked this woman. "Yes I do. And they still work very
well. What was the other question?"

Annette gulped. "Do you like women...that way?"

Stephanie connected the dots. "I adore nice women. Especially if they're as
attractive as you, Mrs. Marlow."

Their eyes locked. Annette thought idly, too bad I won't hear the rest of
that story. Then she removed her blouse and unhooked her bra, showing
Stephanie her wet, dripping nipples and large, milk-gorged
titties. Stephanie gasped. Then, without a word, she began to drain each
jug, taking small, baby sips. Annette orgasmed halfway through the second
tit-full, from the sheer intimacy and dirtiness of the situation.

Then each lovely woman stripped to her lingerie. Annette peeled Stephanie's
panties down, shuddering with pleasure as she held her first shemale cock
and the first cock of any variety that she had held since her husband left.

The ladies kissed with whimpering ardor. Annette's pussy was drenched, so
it made no resistance as Annette grabbed Stephanie's clitty and inserted
the head into its moist folds. Stephanie pushed and began to fuck Annette
with a slow motion. In college, Stephanie could have fucked every girl in
her sorority. Wait a minute, she did fuck every girl in her sorority. And
in neighboring sororities. A she-male stirred sexual feelings in those
girls they could barely understand, but wanted desperately. But she hadn't
fucked a woman, or another man, since she and Blake were married.

Annette was a great piece of ass. Tight. Hot. Needy. Loving. And great
boobs. Best of all, Annette was a good person and very appreciative of
Stephanie's attentions.

Stephanie fucked Annette through multiple orgasm on multiple orgasm, made a
big, messy cum of her own, then licked up all of Annette's juicy
juices. When Annette was able to stop screaming, she took Stephanie's
shemale weapon between her red lips and sucked her very lewdly, making
Stephanie slick and hard and wondering how she would explain to Blake that
evening about the reduced creaminess of the tasty loads he would
swallow. But a stiff cock thinks only of the moment. And the hot ass
Annette was wiggling at Stephanie, begging for an anal consummation of
their new friendship.

Stephanie drooled with lust as she put her pink cockhead at Annette's back
door. "Are you sure, Mrs. Marlow?" she asked.

Annette could only groan and wiggle her bottom in lusty invitation.

Taking that as a yes, Stephanie pushed her girlish cock into Annette's hot,
extraordinarily tight ass.

Annette screamed and came yet again. This show of appreciation enflamed
Stephanie, causing her to give Annette the ass-fucking of her
dreams. Actually, the first ass-fucking of Annette's 37-year-old life. But
not the last.

No. Not the last.

As Stephanie's knees buckled, gut clutched and balls emptied into Annette's
needy bowels, Stephanie knew that Blake would be tolerant of Stephanie's
little indiscretion. Especially when she told him about her plans for Blake
and Matty.

Stephanie was certain Blake would want to be part of that.



Chapter Nine -- The Muller Ladies

Janice. Lisa, and Chrissie Muller arrived in the Marlow's town three days
before Thanksgiving, exactly one month after Lisa, the family's Dad,
announced the big changes in their lives.

As their movers toted couches and refrigerators across the lawn and through
the door, nosy neighbors speculated about the family structure represented
by two sensationally attractive grown women and a tartily dressed, sexy,
little teen babe whose skirt was too short and heels far too high.

Moving was exhausting and for three days the Muller parents worked hard to
put things in order while Chrissie enrolled and began to attend the high
school at which Gary Milford was principal and Matty Muller a cute little
freshman.

Chrissie was, as ever, extraordinarily hot to trot, flirting with every
cute boy in sight in a sincere effort to gain a "reputation."

She was so busy wiggling her bottom in front of a whole new legion of boys,
that she didn't even cross paths with her cousin Matty. No problem. They
were scheduled to spend Thanksgiving together at Matty's house.

On Turkey day, the Muller ladies showed up with lovely dresses, perfumed,
powdered bodies, smiles, hugs, yams and creamed onions.

Kisses all around with an admiring Annette. Janice had told her sister all
about her husband's 24/7 femininity, a pleasure also enjoyed by her son
Chrissie.

"Lisa and Chrissie, you're lovely!" Annette said. And she meant it.

Janice asked, "Where's Matty?"

"Just a moment," Annette said. Then she called up the stairs,
"Matty. Everyone's here!"

"OK, Mommy," Matty called.

Seconds later, the room blazed with beauty as a delicious vision of
feminine loveliness descended the staircase.

The Muller ladies gasped.

Matty Marlow was wearing a long-sleeved, lacy white dress. His stockings
were silky white. He walked easily in four-inch-stiletto, strappy white
sandals. His hair was short, but girlishly styled. His lips were skillfully
glossed and begged for a man's soft kisses. His eyes were mascaraed, lined
and shadowed to feminine perfection.

Chrissie and Lisa sprouted serious woodies. Matty Marlow was a major dish!

Janice regained her wits first. She stepped quickly to Matty and hugged
him.

"Matty, you're an angel."

Matty beamed with pride.

Janice turned playful. She lifted Matty's skirts and felt his bulging
erection. "What's this hiding in a pretty girl's panties? Is that supposed
to be there?"

Matty giggled as Janice stroked him playfully. Then she pulled his little
popsy from his panties and gave it some very nice strokes. "Your mother
said she's been milking you, but sissies in femmy things need to be milked
often. You're very excited, aren't you, Sweetheart?"

Matty nodded, gasping a little. "Yes, Auntie," he said. "That's very nice."

Janice persisted in her strokes, and said, "Annette, you need to have this
pretty girl milked by a man, or at least a boy, and often. Her boyish goo
has to come out of her so she can flourish as a girl. Plus, a sissy in
pretty things is always on the edge of orgasm, right, Matty?"

Matty panted, made a girlish little squeal and began to spurt sticky cream
from his tiny tickler. Chrissie, who was horribly excited, groaned and
filled her panties with sweet goo. Lisa had a bit more control, but only a
bit. She began to think about a good, hard fucking from a man (but not that
coward Jack), something she missed terribly. Then she filled her panties
with a copious cum as well.

"We go through a lot of panties in our house, Annette," Janice giggled. She
held up a small shopping bag and said, "I always carry several extra pairs
for both of them. Chrissie, as he finally admitted to us, has for some time
had quite the lovelife as a girl. And you know about my `husband'"

Annette said, "We're transitioning Matty. He's not 24/7 yet, but I've been
getting excellent advice from a teacher of his who is a lovely, married
shemale. Her husband has volunteered to `assist' Matty with some areas only
a man can teach him."

Matty blushed. He had met Mr. Louis last week. Mr. Louis was very sweet and
very handsome. But he was married and Matty loved Zack. Mommy said that
Mr. Louis could teach Matty some things that would help Matty with
Zack. Girl and boy things. Sex things. Matty liked sex things and Mr. Louis
was practically drooling over Matty.

Matty loved when men and boys admired his feminine beauty and wanted to cum
with, for, in and on Matty.

If Mommy thought "lessons" with Mr. Louis were a good idea, then they
surely were. But for the moment, he had to deal with the fact that his
sissy uncle and cousin had just creamed their panties because of him.

The five lovely people had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. When everything
was cleaned up, Mommy suggested that Matty show cousin Chrissie his room.

The little sweethearts held hands as they walked up the stairs in their
very high heels. "I love high heels, don't you, Matty?" Chrissie
said. "They make me feel so girlie and the men's tongues hang out when they
see our legs and protruding bottoms."

Matty blushed. "I'm still getting used to them and I haven't been outside
dressed as a girl yet."

The idea of walking en femme, in big heels, in a public place had Matty's
teenie weenie all hard again. Chrissie noticed. And she was most randy
about it.

"You know, Sweetie," Chrissie said, "Your Mom was right about that milking
thing. Girls like us can't walk around with too much ball juice in us. It
hurts us and makes us less feminine."

Matty was trusting, but wary with his "fast" cousin. "How do you get rid of
your cummies, Chrissie?"

Chrissie said, "In our last town, I had three boyfriends who gave me
everything I needed and I gave them back double."

Matty had no idea. His little thingee was stiffer and throbbing visibly.

Chrissie said, "I see you're in pain, Honey. Let Chrissie help. Let's just
ease those panties over your stiffie and down to your knees. Stand just
like that and I'll get on my knees."

Chrissie admired Matty's cock and balls at a distance of three
inches. Matty's package was the smallest one she had seen. And the
girliest. But some sissies can produce a lot of thick, sticky cum,
regardless of their equipment size. Chrissie looked up at Matty, who was
holding his skirts up and watching Chrissie with great interest. Matty
whimpered a little with real need.

Chrissie kissed the velvet head of Matty's little tickler and Matty
squealed sweetly. Chrissie was a great cocksucker and she was delighted to
be able to show her pretty cousin a good time. She had never kissed a sissy
cock before and she was fascinated at how different the whole experience
was. With a boy, she had some hope, though never realized, that the boy
would dominate her, ruling her sexually and making her give herself to him
completely. With her cousin Matty, she knew no such thing would happen. But
that was OK. She loved giving her nerdy, but beautiful cousin pleasure.

Matty certainly appeared to be enjoying Chrissie's girlish kisses on his
cock. Matty was erect and wiggling, barely able to stand on his high
heels. Matty was a pretty sight. His stockings accented his long, delicious
legs. His garters and sinking panties added to the general naughtiness of
the scene.

Matty knew he shouldn't be letting his cousin lick and suck his stiffie
like that, but Mommy hadn't forbidden it and it felt very good. Matty was
pretending that Zack was on his knees licking Matty's balls the way
Chrissie was. Oh, Zack, your tongue on my tee-tees feels wonderful, Matty
thought. Zack would be manly and forceful, Matty knew. Zack would show
Matty heaven, Matty was sure of that. Just like the gates of that wonderful
place that Matty and Zack glimpsed that night on the porch.

But Chrissie was sure doing exciting things, even though she wasn't
Zack. Poor Matty was stiff and excited all the time since Mommy started
dressing him whenever he was home. What if Zack walked in one day and saw
Matty in pretty frillies. Matty was sure that poor Zack would be very
excited. Maybe Matty would have to do to Zack what Chrissie was doing to
Matty. So nicely. Swirling her tongue around Matty's tinkler
head. Ohhhhhhh, Chrissie. Ohhhhhhhh, Zack.

Matty shuddered, squealed prettily and began to helplessly spurt glob after
sticky glob of his sweet nectar onto Chrissie's pretty face. Ohhhhh, it was
wonderful and Matty knew that it would be even better with the boy he
loved.

As Hannibal Lector said, "Quid pro quo, Clarisse." It appeared that
Chrissie expected a good clitty-licking from her pretty cousin as
well. Matty was all for it, although he wasn't sure about
technique. Chrissie's throbber was so hot, all Matty would have to do would
be breathe on her peehole and Chrissie would make a big, cummy mess.

Matty removed his dress, to avoid stains, he said, and Chrissie followed
suit. Chrissie was just beginning to get some definition to her titties,
maybe an A-minus-minus cup. Daddy was giving her some powerful hormone
treatments, and her boobies showed real promise of substantial growth
later.

Chrissie noticed that Matty's lacy bra was covering a flat chest, but his
nipples were puffy and looked very tempting to Chrissie. Chrissie had never
sucked titty, but Matty was the world's leading expert.

The cousins lay on their backs, next to each other, on Matty's bed. Matty
took the initiative by kissing Chrissie, as he rubbed her tummy with his
soft, girlish hand. Chrissie was painfully excited already and made little
gasps of pleasure. When Matty reached into Chrissie's satin panties and
pulled out her substantial cock and balls, it was Matty's turn to
gasp. Chrissie adored the feel of Matty's lovely hand on her cock and was
expecting Matty's lips on her tickler at any moment. What happened was even
better.

Matty pushed up Chrissie's bra and began to kiss, lick, suck and even
<gasp> bite Chrissie's sensitive, developing nipples. Matty continued
to massage Chrissie's hair-trigger cockhead and in a few agonizingly erotic
moments, pleasure slammed into Chrissie and her cock exploded with her
cream.

Holy beginner's luck, Batman, Chrissie thought. Either that, or we have a
natural here. My cousin is turning into the ultimate sissy. A feminine
treasure who will stiffen cocks in a three-mile radius and cause empires to
rise and fall.

Surprisingly, Chrissie wasn't jealous. She just wanted a share of the
wonder that was Matty.

Anyone who ever calls this one "he" or "him" again is batty, Chrissie
thought. So we won't either.

Matty was delighted that she had made her cousin and friend cum like a
nuclear explosion. Somehow, she had a sense of her gift. It was something
she would be sure to share with the world.

But especially Zack.

Lots more would have probably happened, but Lisa, Chrissie's Daddy, called
upstairs to announce that the Mullers were going home.

Matty always obeyed Mommy's orders instantly, but since it was only Uncle
Rob or Aunt Lisa or whoever-the-heck that was, the little doll delayed
obedience just long enough to lick all the gooey cum from Chrissie's
privates, including her <blush> balls. It was so intimate and so
achingly erotic that Chrissie ended up gasping and cumming all over
again. Prudently, Matty capped Chrissie's popsy with her mouth and
swallowed her big load neatly.

I just have to arrange a sleepover, the panting Chrissie thought. Or maybe
I'll just move in with Matty and make love to her all the times that there
are no boys around.

Too bad, though. The little sweetheart party was over and the girls had to
get dressed.

As the Marlows bade the Mullers goodbye at the front door, Chrissie also
thought, that sissy will be a force of nature when she's released on the
world.



Chapter Ten -- Pleasant Detention

Though Matty Marlow was as demure and sweet a sissy as you would meet, her
cousin Chrissie was a flirty little cockhound.

By the second week after Thanksgiving, Chrissie had a well-earned
"reputation" around school as a skilled and willing cockpleaser. She hadn't
given her big secret away yet, but her cocksucking skills had brightened
the day of several hunky boys. Unfortunately, one late afternoon in the
third-floor janitor's closet, as Andy Donavan was groaning loudly and
spurting his creamy essence into a kneeling Chrissie's lovely face, they
were busted by Principal Gary Milford.

Gary had heard rumors about the new, big-city freshman girl, but that
wasn't why he followed her that day. He was getting the same kinds of
feelings from Chrissie that he got in the presence of Stephanie Louis. How
odd!

Regardless, girls can't just give blowjobs on school property whenever they
get cum-hungry. There are rules. To be followed. And enforced.

When Gary burst in the door, Andy, of course, finished his cum. No guy
interrupts a cum. No matter who catches him. Even if the building is
burning down. The odd part was that Andy was shameful and scared, but
Chrissie, despite being caught in the act, continued slowly polishing
Andy's velvet knob with her tongue until he was thoroughly cleaned.

Sissies have standards.

And she didn't appear to be the least bit scared or upset.

Andy picked up his pants and panicked, pushing past Gary and running out
the door and out of the school.

No matter, Gary thought. I'll deal with him later.

Truth was, Gary was wildly excited to be alone with this cum-faced, defiant
girl who was making his sissy-sense tingle.

"Follow me, Miss Muller," Gary said. "We're going to my office."

"Yes sir," Chrissie said.

Gary handed Chrissie a handkerchief and asked that she clean her face. She
did so, slowly, carefully and in a teasing way that made poor Gary hard and
needy.

Silently praying that he would not cum and humiliate himself, Gary marched
the offender to his office.

Chrissie was wearing five-inch heels and stockings, Gary noticed. And
noticed some more. She had a short skirt and great legs. And a great ass
that wiggled as she walked. The other girls dressed for "comfort," which
meant they looked like the boys. Chrissie must be a panty boy, Gary
speculated and fondly hoped.

It was late in the afternoon and it appeared that Gary and Chrissie were
the only people in school. Matty had been home for an hour, had had his
afternoon nursing and milking, and had changed into girlish gear. But
Chrissie had stayed at school to suck cock. And now she was about to be
punished for it.

Punished.

Chrissie wanted that big, strong man to punish her. She liked boys, but oh
-- the pleasures of a man.

Mr. Milford was a sissy lover too. Chrissie was sure of that. She noticed
his hardon when she was licking the goo from that coward Andy's
cock. Mr. Milford appeared to have a fine package between his legs.

Scratch that Andy off the list, she thought. He had no guts.

Mr. Milford hasn't taken his eyes off my bottom once, she thought. This
will be too easy.

The pair entered the principal's office and closed the door.

Chrissie seized the initiative. "I know I was bad, Mr. Milford. Are you
going to punish me?"

Gary gulped. This was all new to him.

"Of course you'll be punished, young lady. And I'm telling your
parents. What you did was disgusting."

Chrissie looked down and acted sorrowful.

Then she said, "You're right. You should spank me. Bare bottom. I deserve
it."

Poor Gary's woodie grew even bigger. And his balls ached with need.

Gary began to say, "We don't have corporal punishment in this school
district. You and Mr. Donavan will be suspended." But all he managed to say
was, "We don't..."

Chrissie had dropped her panties and freed her substantial cock and balls
to Gary's needy eyes. It was a dream come true for him. "Panty Boy" come to
life. And, perhaps, the worst thing that ever happened to him. Or the best.

Gary sat to hide his hardon and to get his wits about him. Chrissie sissied
over to him and laid herself across his knees, bottom up, skirt pulled up
to reveal two plump, perfect, pink, rectal globes and the hint of a scrotum
peeking between her stockinged thighs.

No man can fight something like that. It isn't fair. If it's your dream and
you don't act on it, you should just jump into a hole and pull the dirt
over yourself.

Gary sighed and did what he had to do. He rubbed Chrissie's bare bottom
with his hand and said, "You shouldn't be going those naughty things in
school, Miss Muller. Shouldn't be."

Chrissie's cock stiffened as Gary caressed her pert bottom. "I know, sir. I
deserve a spanking. And whatever else you give me."

Gary felt Chrissie's clitty rubbing against his thigh. He clamped his knees
together to hold her throbber in his thighs' embrace. Oh, my. She was
rubbing her cock between his thighs. Gary raised his hand to spank the
little panty boy then SMACKED it down on her right bottom cheek. Chrissie
cried out, then moaned, "I'm so naughty. Spank me, you big strong man!"

Gary's lust was fired. He raised his hand and spanked the she-teen's left
cheek, then alternated swats, gaining fury as Chrissie's cries became moans
of lust. Finally, with a loud squeal, Chrissie emptied her balls all over
the frantic man's thighs. She shook. She cried real tears. She whimpered as
Gary wondered if they needed any disgraced school principals in Greenland.

Chrissie turned her pretty head to look at Gary, locking eyes with the
terrified man. Showing him a girl with a woman's needs and a boy's sex
drive. A girl who needed him.

Caution got up and left the room quietly.

Chrissie stood in her big heels, rubbing her red bottom and her tearful
eyes. Her pricklet was dripping cum.

Gary trembled and thought, "I'm ruined. This girl's parents will be hanging
me by my balls. I have to make amends."

Gary said, "I'm sorry if I hurt you Miss Muller, but those naughty things
you were doing, they..."

Chrissie sobbed softly. Gary stood up, walked over to her and stood facing
her. In her heels, she was almost as tall as he. She tilted her head upward
and parted her red lips. Gary hesitated a micro second, then engulfed her
with his arms and pressed his famished lips to hers.

They kissed with animal need. Wetly. Toungily. Completely.

Chrissie grabbed Gary's pants at the beltline and pulled them and his
underpants over his hips and down to his ankles. Gary's cock was hugely
erect. His balls dangled, full and achy.

Chrissie gasped when she saw them. She smiled at Gary, then fell to her
knees and took his cockhead into her slurping mouth.

There was no explaining now. No quibbling. No way out. Only straight ahead.

Gary had wanted the loving caresses of a panty boy and now a pretty one was
sucking his ready-to-burst cock.

He decided to enjoy it.

So did Chrissie. She had never had a man before and she wanted all of him,
beginning with a bellyful of his hot cum. She uncapped his steaming cock
and took a moment to lick his large, beautiful ball sack. It was dark and
hairy. Chrissie could almost taste the cum she knew was on the other side
of that wrinkled flesh. She decided to sample the flavor, so she resumed
long, wet tongue swirls around his apple-sized cockhead. Chrissie began to
wonder if her tiny bottom would be able to accept that monster. She decided
to find out or die trying.

Gary was groaning with lust and shaking with fear for his future. As
Chrissie's soft, warm hand caressed his nuts and her red lips and tongue
adored his cock, Gary gave himself over to the greatest pleasure of his
life. He opened his mouth to warn Chrissie of the impending cum storm, but
darned if it didn't spurt out before he could articulate. Half of the gooey
cream went into Chrissie's wet mouth, the other half over her pretty face.

Where was all this cum originating, Chrissie wondered. The boys she had
sucked off never had half that much. Mmmmmmm. Having a man was wonderful!

Gary's knees buckled and he had to sit. Chrissie plopped on his lap and
began to kiss him. Gary's cum smeared both their faces, but neither was
deterred.

Their hot kissing had both lovers panting with lust. When Gary's cock stood
tall as ever, he began to consider a very naughty possibility. Chrissie
would never... It would be wrong...

Chrissie whispered in Gary's ear, then gave it a sexy lick. "I'm all lubed
in my sissy pussy," she breathed. "I want us to make love now."

Holy moley! Gary wanted to fuck this teen sissy more than he wanted that
red bike for Christmas when he was eight. He should walk away, though and
deny anything happened. Because it didn't, really. It was only "oral,"
which isn't sex. Right?

Instead, his mind searched through the positions in which he had seen the
lovelies in "Panty Boy" taking large doses of cock. Finding the appropriate
posture, he took the initiative for the first time.

Gary asked Chrissie to remove her dress. Wow! She looked fantastic in her
lingerie! Gary stripped naked, then had Chrissie sit on his desk. He asked
her to spread her legs and raise them. Chrissie eagerly complied. She was
glad he was being the man.

Gary supported Chrissie's legs with his arms, his forearms under her
calves. He kissed her deeply, then took his big hand and aimed his cock at
Chrissie's tiny pucker.

"Are you sure?" he asked her.

"Fuck me," she demanded.

Gary pushed slightly forward and Chrissie experienced a brief second
thought. That cock was big. Bigger than anything that had ever been in her
little pussy. She wanted to take it all or die trying.

Gary felt Chrissie's sphincter strain against his peehole, protecting the
fortress from invaders, welcome or unwelcome. He sort of wiggled and pushed
at the same time and the guard surrendered. You can't get good security
help these days. Chrissie yelped as she felt a large, blunt object deliver
a little pain and big pleasure.

To reassure Gary, she whispered, "More, Mr. Milford. Please!"

Gary pushed again, getting the head and two thick inches well-seated within
the walls of paradise. Gary's libido went into overdrive. Fucking a panty
boy was ten times better than he had fantasized. And he had several inches,
fifty pistoning pushes and dozens of sweet, coital kisses to go.

In that position, the lovers could kiss. So they did. Gary pushed again and
again along the walls of a cave thoughtfully lubricated with vaginal
jelly. Had Chrissie been hoping to be caught or was she going to let that
Andy do this to her? Gary thought. Then he said, the heck with it and
resumed his fucking.

Chrissie squealed when Gary's big meat was fully engulfed. She was totally
filled with manly meat and her own cock was rubbing against Gary's hard,
hairy belly. The kissing, the beautiful fucking and the exquisite
sensations assaulting her prick put the sweet sissy in a cum-promising
situation. She grunted twice, then screamed as she doused Gary's belly and
chest with her sticky juices. Oh, that was grand!

Gary became a fucking machine, kissing the shuddering lovely as he pushed
and strained toward his own orgasm. It arrived with the force of an idea
whose time has come. Gary's breath grew short. His vital signs
flickered. Then he bellowed with joy as his boiling cum blasted into the
tiny space occupied by his cock.

Chrissie counted five hot blasts entering her bowels. The cum enema made
her feel a cramp of need for voiding, but she held on and the moment
passed.

Gary kissed the lovely, whimpering Chrissie with a joy he had never
known. Chrissie's anal muscles involuntarily expelled the limp invader and
a flood of cum soaked her thighs, dribbling to her stockinged knees. What a
mess!

Gary broke the clinch with Chrissie and felt another wave of guilt. Yes,
Dear Reader. Gary was Catholic. He sinned, but really didn't enjoy it the
way others did. But he was working through that.

Following the Sissy Code, which does not allow a sissy to send her man home
with a dirty cock, Chrissie eagerly hit her knees again and tongue-polished
off all the poop and cum remains of their delightful union.

Gary was 45 and couldn't possibly get another big stiffie after two monster
cums. And even if he did, his guilt would prevent him from bending Chrissie
over his desk and fucking her from behind until she could barely walk in
those big heels.

Right?

Wrong.

Though oddly matched, it appeared that Principal Gary Milford and
high-school freshman, panty boy and budding she-male Chrissie Muller had
become an item.



Chapter Eleven -- Matty's instructor

Blake Louis loved his wife Stephanie dearly, but thought she had lost it
when she suggested that Blake teach high-school freshman Matty Marlow about
sex with men.

Stephanie didn't play fair. The night she asked, she was wearing a killer
perfume, those fully-fashioned, black stockings, garter belt and
seven-inch-stiletto, fuck-me pumps. She had spent about three hours on her
make-up and she almost made Blake cream his pants when he walked in the
door.

But that night, before she would even kiss Blake, Stephanie wanted to
discuss "important matters" related to the sissiest boy in history. Matty
Marlow.

"This boy needs the sexual attention of a man. A man who knows how to
satisfy a sissy's needs. Just as you can satisfy mine after you agree,
Blakiekins. He needs instruction and milking. He needs a man's cum in his
belly. But it has to be a nice man. A loving man. You. Then he'll have the
self-confidence to go after his boyfriend, Zack Lincoln, and live happily
ever after."

Stephanie's titties jiggled a little as she said all this. Had she rouged
those nipples? She was stroking her clitty as she spoke, then pulling up
little strands of pre-cum to make a string up to a foot. Blake was naked
and his cock was outrageous. His balls were aching. He hadn't cum in TWELVE
HOURS!!!

Blake tried reason. "But Stephanie, Honey. First, it would be cheating on
you, which I`ve never done. Second, it's very illegal. Third, it's weird."

Stephanie smiled. "First, I don't consider it cheating. It's therapy for
someone in need. Second, legal, schmeagle. That little sissy needs
help. Third, it's not half as weird as going days, even weeks without sex."
She smiled again and waited.

Who do you think won the argument?

The next evening, through arrangement with Matty's mother, to whom
Stephanie had gotten VERY close, Matty was to go to the Louis house.

Since they had no secrets from each other, Annette had told Matty all about
her growing affection for Mrs. Louis. She also told Matty that Mrs. Louis
had been very much like Matty when she was growing up -- a boy in name only
-- and that she had developed into a beautiful woman, with a devoted, hunky
husband. As well as a full, working set of male "things" that Annette was
enjoying very much.

Mrs. Louis had found her "Zack" in Mr. Louis, now Mr. Louis was going to
help Matty learn all about men's bodies so she could give Zack the pleasure
that drives men insane with lust and impels them to buy engagement rings.

Matty was a little nervous about being at the complete, helpless mercy of a
big, hairy, overheated, animalistic man, but Mommy said it was the right
thing and she had, as always, complete trust in Mommy.

Matty was also a bit worried about "cheating" on Zack with that big, hairy
man, but Mommy told Matty to think of Mr. Louis as an instructor, not a
lover. Matty's tiny pricklet still stiffened at the thought of her
"instructor," a man she had seen several times. A man who stirred her sissy
balls every time she had seen him.

That Friday afternoon, Matty had her usual after-school snack of breast
milk, but Annette omitted the usual milking. Annette wanted Matty to be
sexually on edge and full of girlie cum for a wonderful night of
instruction.

Annette dressed Matty in the prettiest "big-girl" frillies she could
find. A lacy bra covered Matty's pretty little nipples, which seemed to be
tingling since Mommy had started those shots a month earlier. Skimpy silk
panties rubbed against Matty's over-excited pink knob and there was a big,
cummy "accident" even before Matty and Mommy left the house. Mommy laughed
with Matty and said a sissy's excitement about wearing pretty things and
submitting to a man made things like that happen. There were always fresh
panties and lots more sticky cream where the last gooey load came from.

Matty had the perfect Mommy.

Meanwhile, Blake Louis was a complete wreck. He was worried that one day,
even though Stephanie had even used the ultimate threat (no sex!!!) to get
her way about Blake fucking little Matty, Stephanie could throw this night
back at him somehow. Such a thing is not without precedent within a
marriage, it is rumored. He was also worried about Matty's mother accusing
him of something and police sirens at 3 a.m., busting down his door and
throwing him in jail. And he was worried about Stephanie spending the night
fucking Mrs. Marlow. What if Stephanie decided she liked women more than
she liked him. In college, Stephanie fucked half the coed population. And
one man. Blake.

Then there was that nagging fear that the kid wouldn't want his attentions.

Or even that Blake would be unable to perform his manly duties. Imagine how
humiliating that would be!

Blake almost jumped through his skin when the doorbell rang at 7 p.m.

Stephanie answered the door. She was all tarted up for her night of Sapphic
pleasures with that Annette Marlow, who, Blake thought, was quite a babe
and clearly needed a man's sexual attention.

When Blake saw Matty, his heart skipped. He felt as if it were Blake and
"Gilbert" and he was a teenager all over again. Blake saw a pretty,
sexually eager, but totally innocent and totally feminine person.

Matty saw the kind of hunky guy she imagined sometimes when she had those
dreams that messed her sheets. Blake Louis was six-foot-two and weighed
about 205 hunky pounds. With a 48-inch, hairy chest that tapered to a
32-inch waist. Blake was rippled with athletic muscles that came from
fucking his sweet Stephanie more than twelve hundred times each year. He
was rugged and manly and Matty couldn't help thinking about what was then
in his underpants and soon to be in Matty's tight sissypussy.

And Mommy said it was all right.

Stephanie kissed Matty in greeting. She smiled when saw the high-voltage
spark that had already passed between her husband and Matty, the ultimate
sissy.

Stephanie introduced the two tongue-tied lovers for the night, then kissed
Blake goodbye and whispered, "Remember, the two of you can do everything! I
want you to teach Matty everything you can teach someone on one night. I'll
be by with the hearse for your body at nine tomorrow morning."

Blake smiled weakly at Stephanie, then said, "This will be the first night
we've been apart since we married."

Stephanie breathed, "I know. And I plan to make it up to you. And to reward
you for doing this for me and Matty."

Blake thought, so I get to fuck this incredible doll all night, then my
wife rewards me?

OK, it could happen.

Stephanie kissed Matty, noted how serene and submissive she was, then
departed.

As the door closed, the strange bedfellows faced each other.

Blake cleared his throat and studied Matty's classically beautiful face. He
wondered, as he did with his wife, how a boy could look like that. He loved
Matty's cute, though short hairdo, her silky white stockings, pretty dress
and sexy stiletto sandals.

"Would you like a soda or something, Matty?"

Matty smiled. "No thank you, Mr. Louis. Mommy says I should sit on your lap
and kiss you for a while, then do whatever you say all night long."

<Gulp> "OK, Honey. You're very pretty and sweet and feminine. Kissing
you will be a great pleasure."

Matty blushed and thanked Blake.

Blake sat in his easy chair and beckoned Matty to his lap.

She placed her bottom on his right thigh and her legs over his left. She
was light as a feather and smelled like spring flowers. Poor Blake was hard
already. Matty, the little minx, rubbed her left thigh against Blake's
stiffie as she put her head on his broad chest.

Blake was intensely excited. His khaki pants were severely tented. Matty
loved feeling that iron bar rubbing against her stockinged thigh. Blake
loved looking at Matty's skirt and seeing the tiny tent her stiff weenie
had created.

Blake said to himself, "My wife wants me to do this. Matty's mother wants
me to do this. Matty wants me to do this. And I certainly want to do this."

So Blake put his right arm around Matty, lifted her pretty chin with his
left hand, and kissed Matty's sweet, red lips.

Sparks flew.

They kissed again. With hunger and need. Matty gave herself over to the man
and the emotion. Blake fell in love for the second time in his life.

Lips. Eyes. Throats. Tongues. Cheeks. Tonsils.

The temperature in the room went up twenty degrees.

Their clothes were too warm. Had to get them off.

Blake stripped to the buff; Matty to her stockings, bra, panties and very
high-heeled sandals.

But it was still hot in there.

Matty sat back down on Blake's naked lap and was in awe at the wonder of
his naked body. Especially his <blush> drooling, iron pipe of a cock.

Blake eyed his sissy prize. She was sweet, beautiful and totally
submissive. Her little nipples were hard with excitement. Her little sissy
cock, which was the size of Blake's little finger, was skinned, pink and
very hard. Her tiny balls were encased in a pretty pink bag and they looked
delicious.

Matty was naughty first. She rubbed the pink, drippy head of her little
popsy along the length of Blake's big rammer.

Blake's cock exploded, spewing boiling cum all over Matty's hands,
privates, tummy and thighs. The hot cum on her balls and the joy she felt
at giving Blake pleasure made the lovely girl shudder and lose her own
goo. She squealed like the sissy she was as Blake continued to empty his
balls all over her.

For a man used to cumming three or four times a day, a man who knew his
orgasms, his first ejaculation with Matty was an exceptional spermblaster.

Matty thought so too. She was whimpering with lust and ready for whatever
her man suggested next.

Once Blake got his leg strength back, he picked Matty up and, kissing her
as he carried her, took her upstairs to his bedroom.

Blake placed Matty on the bed and joined her, lying by her side.

"You're incredibly beautiful," he said in all honesty.

Matty beamed. What girl doesn't enjoy hearing that?

Blake kissed Matty as he explored her body with his rough, strong
hands. Matty wiggled with pleasure and her little peener was hard once
again. Matty wondered if she would be able to get even the head of that
monstrous sissypleaser in her mouth. He couldn't possibly expect to put it
in her little bubble butt, could he? That was scary! And very
exciting. Mommy warned Matty that men want to "shove their business in
you." Was that what Mrs. Louis was doing with Mommy? Shoving her business
into Mommy? Well, Mommy knew best about such things.

Blake was a bookworm standing at the door of the Library of Congress. The
general manager with every draft pick for the first round. A guy with a
sweet tooth locked in an ice cream store overnight.

He chose his flavor.

Blake lay on his back and asked Matty to straddle his shoulders. Blake
wanted to suck Matty's pricklet and swallow her sweet cum.

Matty complied, squealing softly when she felt a man's lips on her prick
for the first time.

Blake knew his art, swirling his tongue around Matty's wee just the way
Stephanie liked it. That seemed to be just fine for Matty, whose head was
thrown back in ecstasy. Blake tickled her balls with his left hand and
tickled the tiny rosette of her anus with his right.

Oh.

Matty felt that first little signal and surrendered to it. The second one
was right behind it. Then the point of helplessness was passed and big
globs of sticky cream spurted into Blake's hungry mouth. Blake sucked
lovingly through Matty's spasms and soft squeals, then licked her
clean. Her cum was delicious and Blake wanted more.

But Matty knew her duties as a sissy. She kissed Blake in gratitude, then
moved to his right side. On her knees on the bed, she began to kiss Blake's
cock along its hot length. What she lacked in experience, she made up for
in beauty, sissiness and enthusiasm.

Blake enjoyed it a lot. Matty's hot, red lips and tiny tongue explored and
caressed each sensitive pore. She made little lick-ups of the drooling
semen, purring with contentment as he moaned with lust. Matty spent ten
lovely minutes licking and kissing Blake's big, heavy balls. Then she began
her final assault on the hundreds of erotic nerve endings on the cockhead,
which, we all know, also encases the male brain.

Blake was in sissylover heaven as Matty's plentiful saliva bathed his
knob. The little angel stretched her tiny mouth and got the whole head
in. Blake trembled and felt his spermstorm approach.

Matty tongued the sensitive underside of Blake's cock. Licking things just
right. Making little grunts of pleasure as she tormented him with her sweet
tongue.

Blake surrendered to his orgasm. Thick, cummy globs nearly choked the sissy
princess, but she held on bravely, swallowing the mannish goo with pride
and need.

Matty had come into the evening thinking of it as a dress rehearsal for her
seduction of Zack, but she was enjoying herself tremendously.

As was Blake. Maybe Stephanie would need to bring that hearse after
all. His balls had pumped out a small ocean of cum. His chest was heaving.

Matty swallowed the last of her hearty meal and licked her lips. A born
cocksucker, she was eager for more.

Blake drew the angel to himself for more kissing. Mmmmmm.

Matty began to tease Blake's chest hairs, especially around his nipples. No
one had ever done that and Blake enjoyed it very much. So much that he had
a quarter of a hardon again. How did that happen?

Then Blake decided to investigate little Matty's nipplish regions. Looking
at her little nubbers for the first time, Blake saw that Matty's breasts
showed signs of development. He remembered when his darling Stephanie's
were in that stage and he sighed with nostalgia. Matty's nipples were
pointed, pouty and in need of some masculine attention.

Blake kissed and licked Matty's right nipple. Shocking them both, Matty
arched her back, squealed and spunked herself for the third time that
glorious evening.

Wow. Talk about sensitive.

Showing no mercy, Blake continued to kiss and lick Matty's little puffies
as she whimpered and begged for him to stop. Of course, when he stopped,
she begged for him to continue until she shuddered and came yet again,

The little creampuff was a cummy mess until Blake went down on her and
licked her clean, with special attention to her cum-drenched balls. Matty
was moaning and mumbling. Then Blake lay on his back again and placed Matty
on his manly body, rubbing his hairy chest against her hair-trigger nipples
and kissing his little angel lovingly.

Matty continued her mumbling until Blake was overtaken by curiosity. "What
are you saying, sweetheart?"

Matty blushed. Then she said, shyly and very sweetly, "I love you, Daddy."

Oh my. That had three immediate effects on Blake. First, it made his cock
engorge with hot blood. Second it filled his heart with joy. Third, it
filled his head with complications. He was married. She was, well, who she
was and not for him. But, like most men, Blake was able to suppress logic
when the immersion of his cock in a tight, warm place was imminent.

He kissed Matty tenderly and said, "I love you too, princess. You're a
perfect angel."

Matty glowed with love and hugged Blake very hard.

Blake kissed her for a while, then rubbed the pad of his right middle index
finger against Matty's anal ring. Matty squealed softly, then pushed
against his finger for more. In addition to being beautiful and sexy, this
girl was a little cockhound as well. She really was perfect.

Blake entered Matty anus with his finger to the depth of a nail and she
squealed more loudly and wiggled against him, kissing his neck as she
lightly pinched his left nipple.

Wow.

Blake slipped the entire finger in and began to rub it up and down Matty's
anal pussy. Matty was clearly eager for a full, knock-down-drag-out
fucking. She panted with passion and rubbed her stiff sissy wee against
Blake's big boy. "I want you, Daddy," the little teaser said.

Blake realized that without preparation, that tiny, gorgeous, tight bottom
would suffer under his attack. So he had Matty straddle his shoulders while
facing his feet. He then coached her into lowering her perfect little
bottom onto his mouth.

A feast of love was begun when Blake's practiced tongue licked the inner
folds of Matty's bottom cheeks. Her bottom was pink and warm and very
tasty. Blake's tongue tipped Matty's pink rosebud of an anus and Matty
cried out, "Daddy!!!"

Blake pushed his tongue past the heavenly gate and tasted Matty's sweet
anal juices. Matty began to whimper loudly and verbalize. "Oh,
Daddy. Please keep doing that. Oh, please." Blake eagerly complied, putting
his hot dart in farther and drawing more frantic wiggling and cries from
his angel. He needed her to be wet and open so he could fuck her properly,
so he showed no mercy. Matty's poor little balls were empty, but she
orgasmed anyway, screaming, "I love you, Daddy," as her cocklet twitched
and a small, watery drool ran from her pink peehole.

Blake loved every carnal moment.

He took inventory. Matty was wet and willing. Blake was stiff and
willing. Let's fuck, he agreed with himself.

Blake really wanted to fuck Matty on her back, in full submission to his
manly needs. But he thought that it might hurt Matty that way. So he
decided to let her ease herself on to him at her own pace.

Blake turned Matty around and said, "Do you want me to fuck you now, Sweet
Baby?"

Matty bit her pretty lip and nodded eagerly. She was hot, wet and ready for
anything.

Still on his back, Blake pointed his stiff monster skyward and showed Matty
how to straddle his hips and face him as she sat on her impaler.

Matty showed no fear as she got into position. Blake placed his wet peehole
at her tight opening, then watched in amazement as the eager sissy's crack
opened and she made his cock disappear into the tightest, hottest place it
had ever been. Once again, she was amazing him! When she was totally
stuffed, her eyes bulged and her weenie was stiff yet again. Blake told her
he loved her, then held her hips as he moved her up and down his cock. Her
squeals and gasps and pants and whimpers had the man reeling with pleasure.

Blake was able to hold off from cumming, but only because it was his third
gooey load of the evening. When Matty's bottom was loose and her anal
juices produced a smooth path for Blake's hot piston, Blake maneuvered her,
without withdrawing his cock from its delicious confinement, onto her back.

Matty loved being fucked like a woman. On her back. With her legs up and
toes pointed. Wiggling. Helpless under the hairy man who covered
her. Dominated her. Made her squeal. Kissed her and rubbed his stubbly face
against hers. Pushed his "business" in and out of her. Treating her like a
toy for his pleasure. Matty couldn't cum again. It was impossible. But when
Blake's snorts and grunts signaled his impending crisis, Matty threw her
legs around Blake's back, dug her nails into his back, screamed with animal
lust and emptied her tiny balls yet again.

Blake made three hard, fast strokes, then reeled with the force of his
mother of all cums. As good as any he had ever had with his dear wife
Stephanie. Maybe better. Who cared? It was great.

Matty's bottom felt a man's hot goo for the first time. She whimpered and
cried with joy. She was a complete sissy now. Had given herself completely
to a man. Had taken his seed into her. Had eaten his cum and taken it as a
suppository. And was overjoyed that she had done so.

The lovers spent the next ten hours making sure that Matty's sissy
inoculations were complete.



Chapter Twelve -- Parental Involvement

A few days later, Principal Gary Milford received a most disturbing
message. Chrissie Muller's father wanted to see Gary, in Gary's office, at
5:30 p.m. that day, on a matter of great urgency.

Since Gary had been thoroughly fucking Mr. Muller's sissy son three or four
afternoons every week, Gary suspected that he had better get his affairs in
order before the meeting. He wondered what life in the Big House would be
like. Maybe he would meet some nice sissies in there. Or maybe Mr. Muller
would be bringing a large-caliber weapon and such notions would be
pre-empted.

No matter. Gary accepted his fate with the fatalism of one who has, despite
huge potential consequences, chosen to live his dream, regardless.

At the appointed hour, the school was empty, except for Gary.

Gary's office door opened and he braced himself for an onslaught, first
verbal, then perhaps violent. Stoically, he stood. And looked at his
visitor.

An extremely attractive, feminine masterpiece. Late thirties, but very well
dressed, made-up and put together. So Chrissie's mother came instead, was
Gary's first thought. His second was, what a dish! Why did so few women
take the care this beauty had taken.

Then he looked a little more closely and felt his sissy-sense tingle.

Could it be?

The lovely babe said, "I'm Lisa Muller, Chrissie's father. Are you
Mr. Milford?"

Apparently, things weren't as bad as Gary had imagined. "Yes, ma'am," Gary
said.

"My son Chrissie tells me things about you. Good things. She likes you a
lot. Do you like her a lot?"

Gary nodded. Lisa sat on the edge of Gary's desk. Her mid-calf-length skirt
was deeply slit and a pair of gorgeous, tan-stockinged legs was revealed to
a very interested man.

Lisa noticed Gary's attention and slowly raised her skirt to reveal first
dark stocking tops, then creamy white thighs. Though she was silent, she
was communicating her intentions quite well.

Gary was very relieved. And very excited.

Lisa said, "I'm married, you know, Mr. Milford. A wonderful woman whom I
love very much. But I need a man too. A real man. Hard where it
counts. Gentle, but firm with me. A master when I want one. A man who can
climb on top of me and drive me to paradise. I haven't had one of those in
months. The pantywaists I work with aren't worth my attention. They're not
real men. Maybe you're a real man. Chrissie tells me you are. Are you,
Mr. Milford?"

Gary knew the exact, subtle move for that situation. The move we all have
dreamed about making, but never have. Silently. Gary Milford pulled down
and removed his trousers, then his underpants. His huge, erect cock, hairy
balls and manly legs spoke eloquently.

So did Lisa's next move. She fell to her knees and kissed, frigged, sucked,
licked, wanked, stroked, tickled and caressed Gary's big meat until he
coated her face in a thick layer of hot, manly balljuice. Then she got on
her back on Gary's bare desk, frantically pulled her panties down and off,
and spread her legs. Gary hit his knees and ate out her delicious bottom
until she begged for a fucking. On the first stroke into her tight hole,
Lisa screamed and came. And on the 46th stroke. And on the 102nd, at which
time Gary joined her in ecstasy.

Sometimes things just work out.

And in and out and in and out.

Lisa and Gary became very good friends from that moment on. And Gary only
read "Panty Boy" for the articles after that, because he had all the sissy
pussy he could handle.



Chapter Thirteen -- Zack and Matty's Lucky Night

Three days before Christmas, Annette was very pleased with her sweet
Matty's progress.

Matty had gained in confidence and was ready to take the two biggest steps
in her life. She was going to reveal herself as a girl first to Zack, then
to the world. Of course Matty was planning to reveal a LOT of herself to
Zack.

What a lovely girl Matty was. So sweet and feminine. So submissive to her
Mommy and to a man during lovemaking. But with such backbone for one so
small.

Annette smiled when Matty asked for another "confidence-building" night
with that hunky Mr. Louis. And another session after that. Of course Matty
couldn't get enough of that big cock and hairy balls. What sissy could?

And Annette surely loved the nights she spent with Stephanie, the poor
displaced wife. It was wonderful to feel a thick cock in you as you kiss a
beautiful, lipsticked mouth and feel stockinged legs rubbing nylon-to-nylon
against you. Wonderful and confusing. Annette wasn't sure whether she
wanted a man or a woman, but she knew that she had been celibate long
enough.

Annette was so happy that her brother-in-law Lisa had arranged things for
Matty with her principal, Mr. Milford. He had agreed to give the
administration's full support to Matty beginning after the new year to
dress as and become a full-time girl. Mr. Milford was unusually cooperative
about everything. Lisa had apparently done the right kind of groundwork to
convince Milford that he would be doing the right thing.

That night, Annette had invited Zack for a tree-trimming and sleepover. It
would be the first time that Matty and Zack had been alone since "that
night," a fact that was not lost on Zack.

Looking at Matty and wanting someone Zack still thought of as a boy was
torment for Zack. A thousand times since "that night" Zack had wished that
Matty was a girl.

He was about to get his wish and so was she.

Zack arrived at six p.m., as invited. He was nervous, confused and terribly
eager to see what would happen during a night alone with Matty in a
bedroom.

Annette greeted Zack warmly. "Merry Christmas, Zack. I'm so happy you could
come. Let me take your coat."

"Thanks, Mrs. Marlow. Is Matty in his room?"

Annette smiled. "Yes, Zack. She's in her room waiting for you. Why don't
you go up and see her. Take all the time you need."

Zack froze. "She?" "Her?" Could it be?

Annette said, "Scoot, now. And don't worry about me. I'll be downstairs
minding my own business."

Zack gulped. His heart pounded so loudly he thought Mrs. Marlow could
surely hear it.

Zack took the stairs two at a time, stood in front of Matty's door, sighed
heavily, then entered.

It was a good thing Zack was young and had a strong heart. Matty was on her
back on her bed. Her face was made up perfectly. Her hair was beautifully
coiffed. She was wearing only seamed black stockings. And her little peener
was stiff, dripping and throbbing.

Matty whimpered and held out both arms toward Zack.

Somehow, between the door and the bed, Zack lost every stitch of his
clothing. And all his inhibitions about "gayness." Zack's dream was coming
true and he was determined to see where it took him.

Zack mounted his Love, covering her with his hard, naked body. He kissed
her full on the red lips and she threw her arms around him. After a deep,
delicious kiss, Zack paused, moved his head back to gaze in Matty's
beautiful eyes, and said, "You're a beautiful, kind, sweet person, Matty. I
love you. I've always loved you."

Matty's eyes leaked with happy tears. "I love you too, Zack. We were meant
for each other, right from the beginning. I'm going to be a girl from now
on. Your girl."

Zack was stuffed with joy. And his cock was stuffed with blood.

What an exciting sexuality Matty had. She was beautiful and giving and
loving and innocent. And she was Zack's for the taking.

Zack began to make love to Matty by kissing her on the forehead. She purred
sweetly. Then he began to explore her entire body with his kisses, all the
way to her pretty toes. Matty was squealing with pleasure. When Zack kissed
a trail back up to her inner thighs, then gave her tiny balls a good
licking, Matty's eyes widened. She grunted, arched her back and spurted her
sticky cream all over her tummy. Zack was delighted that he could give her
such pleasure. The eager boy licked Matty's cum from her popsy, but used
his fingers to pick up the cum form her stomach to her little wrinkled
tulip. Using the natural lubricant, Zack entered his love with his
fingers. She moaned loudly, then insisted on some kisses. The naughty boy
continued to kiss the sweet sissy as he rubbed her cum along her anal
passage. And rub. And nip her prostate. And kiss. Matty was inarticulate,
but her gasps of pleasure told Zack that she was near another sweet
crisis. So he kissed
 and rubbed more furiously until Matty squealed with gusto and spurted four
more big, thick, creamy globs of sissy juice.

Matty was in heaven. But she wanted to please her man as well as he had
pleased her. Matty slipped her body down and took Zack's thick cock into
her warm, wet mouth. Zack shuddered with pleasure. But after ten or twelve
delicious sucks, Zack pulled Matty gently away.

"I want to spill my seed in you and make you mine forever," Zack said.

Matty glowed with love and anticipation. Her experience paying off, Matty
wiggled onto her back and raised her legs, offering her tight love passage
to her man.

Zack was fatally excited, but his cock was strong and ready. He mounted
Matty, putting her calves on his shoulders. She was trapped! And about to
be fucked by a snorting, rutting stud. Goodie!

Matty knew she could take Zack inside her, since Mr. Louis' larger weapon
had been a frequent flyer in her pussy. But she knew that every man wants
to believe that his girl can barely accept his big weapon. So she grunted
and squirmed as Zack entered her slowly. She even said at one point, "Maybe
it's too big," which to a man translates to "Push harder, Big Boy."

When Zack was all in, Matty felt every bit as stuffed as she had with
Mr. Louis. And twice as happy. Zack was her man; Mr. Louis was Mrs. Louis'
man.

Her man was enjoying himself immensely. It was his first fuck and his eyes
were bugging with pleasure. Nature told him to push back and forth. Matty's
sounds of pleasure reassured him that he was doing it correctly.

Zack was able to lean over and kiss Matty as they fucked, which added
oodles to the experience. So did Matty's proclamation that "You're making
me cum again, Baby. What a man you are!"

Matty was right on both counts. She screamed to wake the dead as her
valiant balls produced yet another big load. His ego stroked as well as his
prick, Zack's guts clenched, his toes tingled, then curled, his nipples
erected, and for the first of thousands of times, he emptied his nuts into
his partner-for-life's hot, tight pussy.

Matty felt each titanic surge. She clutched her Zack and shook with sexual
fever. Zack pumped and groaned. And fell in love for life.

And so it began.

Four hours later, after many cummy permutations of Matty and Zack's
lovemaking, Annette decided to "check on the kids."

She entered the room and saw a naked Zack on his back. A cum-soaked Matty
was on her knees sucking Zack's good-sized cock hungrily. How sweet!
Annette had heard all the noises and the cum smell had wafted downstairs,
but it was good to see their fun in person.

Zack, who in his joy had completely forgotten about Mrs. Marlow, almost
fainted when he saw her.

He recovered when she said, "I'm so happy for you two. You're doing that
very nicely, Matty dear. A little more attention to the peehole with your
tongue, I think."

Matty stopped sucking, said, "Thank you, Mommy," then resumed, with more
tonguey attention to the peehole.

Zack wasn't sure which planet he was on, but he wasn't going back to earth.

Annette sat in a chair, smiling sweetly, until Zack gave up his seventh and
wateriest load of the evening. Matty lapped it up, cleaned him off, then
kissed Zack soulfully.

Annette said, "Matty, dear. Would you and your boyfriend care for a nice
warm, snack?"

Matty grinned. "Oh, yes, please, Mommy." Then she stood up.

Zack wasn't really hungry, but playing along had worked very well so far
with the Marlows, so he stood too.

Annette put additional pillows at the bed's headboard, then propped herself
against them into an erect position on the cum-drenched bed. She removed
her blouse, then her bra.

Zack's eyes were filled with wild surmise. Matty lay next to Annette and
with a practiced grace, took a nipple into her mouth and began to take
little sips.

"Zack?" Annette invited.

Zack thought, when with the Marlows, do as the Marlows do. He lay on
Annette's other side and took her huge nipple into his mouth. Oh my. It was
tasty and wildly intimate. He felt he was connected to Matty, who was
sucking greedily on her snack, through Annette.

Zack's cock was stiff again.

Annette said, "Zack, you're getting me very excited, would you please reach
under my skirt and pull my panties down as far as the garter straps allow?"

Oh. Zack did so. His fingers brushed against Annette's pussy, which was
hairy and sopping.

"Keep nursing, Zack, but please rub your fingers against this little nub
right here. No. Not that. This one. That's it. Keep...uhhhh...doing that.
Lovely. Very nice. Ohhhhhh."

Zack rubbed and rubbed. And nursed and nursed. Annette squealed and
squealed. And came and came.

And they all lived happily ever after.


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