Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2006 20:33:45 -0700
From: bahee <bahee@telus.net>
Subject: Briane, Summer-Doldrums

It was one of those dull days that seem to come out of nowhere. The weather
was overcast with the threat of rain, cool, muggy and oppressive. We had
slept in. After a late brunch we headed out in the hopes of finding
something to do. The whole town seemed to be dead. We ended up at a Mall
with the thought of having some public sex, but even that was out. There
was no public. I was beginning to see why teens could get into `bad'
things. Anything to break the monotony. This was not normally a problem for
us. We had taken up tennis and played three or four afternoons a week. We
were getting pretty good at it too. The best part was the shower and sex
afterwards, but I digress.  We did meet an acquaintance of Sam who was in
much the same mood as us. Joe invited us back to his place for some video
games.

Video games bore the hell out of me. Even Sam and Joe were obviously not in
the mood for them today. "Fuck this. You guys ever watch porno?"

We looked at each other. "Seen a couple" Sam said.

"Got a hot one here, let's watch it." He went over to a bookcase, removed a
couple of books and pulled out a DVD. "My dad hides them here. Thinks he's
so clever."

He started the DVD and we settled down on the chesterfield to watch "A
Cocksucker's Paradise" or some such not very original title. There was
absolutely no story, no plot, no dialogue. Nothing but scenes of a girl
sucking on one cock after another. There were big cocks, little cocks.
Circumcised cocks, un-cut cocks. Hairy cocks, shaved cocks all cumming in
her mouth, over her face. Completely banal, no artistic merit, but geeze
did it turn me on. I wanted to be that girl. I wanted cock, lots and lots
of it.  I was sitting between Sam and Joe. My hands moved to the crotches
on either side of me. I was not the only one being turned on. I was holding
two rock hard cocks.

"Brianne likes to suck cock, don't you."

"Yes."

"Bet you'd like to give Joe a blow job right now, wouldn't you?"

"Oh geeze, please."

"How about you Joe, want her to blow you off?"

"Come and get it."

I need no second invitation. I slid of the chesterfield and knelt before
him. I could see his cock straining against his jeans. I let my fingers run
up and down his cock.  He lay back, his eyes closed, mouth open. God he was
going to come in his jeans.  Quickly I undid his belt and pulled down his
zipper. Slipping my fingers into the waistband of his boxers I managed to
free his cock. Already drops of pre-cum were glistening on the tip round
his piss hole. I bent forward to lick up the drops. He was quivering and
moaning. I took his cock into my mouth and started to suck it, running my
tongue around the tip. As I took hold of his balls he shot his load right
into my mouth. Geeze, that took no time at all. Joe's cock was getting
soft.

"First time, eh"

"Er, yeah."

"Want me to do it again."

"Oh yeah. Do it."

"OK. Let me do the work, just lie back, relax and enjoy yourself. Lift up."
As he lifted his bum of the chesterfield I pulled down his jeans and his
boxers to his knees. I let my hands run slowly up the outside of his
thighs. I circled his navel with my finger tips. Then down the inside of
his thighs being careful not to touch his cock or his balls. A few minutes
of this and his cock was beginning to respond again. Holding his soft cock
with my thumb and forefinger I kissed the very tip of it and then nuzzled
in to take both his balls into my mouth. I sucked, and sucked.  Releasing
his balls, I paid attention to his cock. I let my tongue run up and down
his shaft, licking and kissing it. The moans and thrusts of his hips warned
me that another climax was near. I ran my hands up his body, under his tee
shirt, pushing it up. My fingers found his nipples. I played with them,
kissed them and licked them until they were standing up like miniature
penises. Placing my hands on either side of him, I leaned forward and
kissed him full on the lips. My tongue forced his lips open and we
frenched.

"Joe, the next time you cum in my mouth we are going to french and you are
going to eat your own cum from me."

I transferred my mouth back to his nipples and his navel. It wasn't quite
working. His knees and feet kept getting in the way. "Let's get your jeans
off and out of the way."  In no time at all Joe kicked off his runners and
I pulled off his jeans and boxers. Ah, was much better. He could open his
knees now and I could get right in to his crotch.  I was licking and
kissing and nibbling on the inside of his thighs. I got my hands under his
thighs and lifted up his legs. I could see his beautiful arse-hole. As my
tongue was making its way down his thighs towards its target I caught a
movement out of the corner of my eye. Sam stood up, unzipped his jeans and
took out his hard cock.  As my mouth found its goal and I started to suck
on the virgin boy-cunt, I felt my skirt being lifted up and my panties
being pulled down. Sam entered me. Abandoning the cunt I took Joe's cock
into my mouth and began to suck. Sam grabbed hold of my waist and fucked me
while I sucked off Joe. Joe responded by thrusting with his hips. Oh god,
this was paradise. My first double penetration. No, there was no fantasy
triple, simultaneous climax, not even a double. Sam came first, then Joe
spurted a second time into my mouth. As promised, I immediately moved to
kiss him without swallowing his cum. There was some resistance, but I
forced his mouth open so he could eat his own cum. Meanwhile, Sam finished
me off with his hands.

There was few minutes of self-conscious lying around. Finally, I went to
the john to clean up. When I got back Sam and Joe had dressed. I said it
was time to be going.  As Sam and I were leaving, Joe put and arm around me
and asked if we could do it again sometime. We kissed and I said maybe. For
one reason and another we never did repeat, but I have often wondered if he
would have asked if he had known that Brianne had a cock nearly as big as
his own.

Towards the end of the summer holidays, Sam and I had been out as boy and
girlfriend.  As it turned out it was to be the last time that we went out
as an hetro couple, but that has nothing to do with this story. We went
back to Sam's place. As usual we had to go in through the basement so that
Sam could get out of his boy things. When we entered the changing room I
was most surprised to see someone in there. The green light was lit and
some guy was standing in front of Sue's door with his back to us.  He was
wearing black oxfords, knee socks and grey shorts that I swear must have
been made out of spandex. Hot pants wern't in it. These lulus were short
and tight. I swear you could see the hairs on his arse through them. As we
entered he turned round and I could see that he was dressed as a schoolboy
complete with a blazer with a school badge, striped tie and one of those
silly English, school caps. I didn't know what to make of the situation,
but Sam just took it in his stride and started to undress. The shorts,
tight as they were, soon gave evidence that the Schoolboy was excited. Sam
signalled me to stay silent. As he finished undressing and putting his boy
clothes away the light changed to red and the Schoolboy entered Sue's
room. Sam took my hand and lead me upstairs.

As Sam got dressed I had all sorts of questions for her. Who, what, why. I
was beginning to sound like a cub reporter. Patiently she tried to
explain. Bit by bit a few things began to fall into place. Since meeting
Sam and Sue I had been so involved in my own situation as to have been
blind to others. Sue it turned out made her living as an pro dom, which I
learned was a professional dominatrix, though I wasn't completely sure what
that meant. The schoolboy was one of her clients who Sam had seen before,
which explained why she was not put out at the meeting downstairs. I was
getting the impression that Sam was not exactly sure herself of what Sue
was doing. I got the idea that Sue was providing some sort of service to,
mainly, guys that wasn't sex exactly but involved fantasy, dress-up and a
few other things. Sam seemed a little uncomfortable with it and said I
should talk directly to Sue.

Over supper Sam mentioned what had happened earlier.  "Oh, I know about
that. That immature schoolboy fell in love with a pretty young girl today."
With supper over, the kitchen cleaned up, Sam went off to her room to watch
some TV while Sue and I cuddled up on the chesterfield to have a chat. She
explained some of things that went on in her "dungeon". I was surprised to
learn that many of her clients were quite important people, though she
never mentioned any real names.  She explained how many of them spent
hours, if not their whole lives, making decisions that could affect
hundreds or thousands of people. Sometimes they wanted to get back to the
times when all the decisions were made for them, such as being back in
school. Some of them were not very happy with themselves, felt they were
worthless and needed to be punished. Some of them just wanted to serve, to
be owned by a "goddess", to obey her, to please her, to be her slave.

We talked well into the early hours of the morning. As we talked I found
that Sue was helping me clarify some of the questions I had been thinking
about. The summer had been a hectic, confusing, frightening, exciting
time. I had come out, at least to a couple of friends and my family. I was
feeling happier with myself than I had for years. I finally knew I was
girl, albeit with a physical imperfection, but as I now knew, even that
could be fixed eventually. That night, and at odd moments over the next few
days, Sue helped me sort out some of the other feelings that had been
bothering me.