Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2011 08:47:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Jimi Jones <jimiboygirl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimi's Secret Diary: New Story: Spin the Bottle/ PART TWO

This is a work of fantasy and fiction Dear Editor. Please include this work
with my other stories. Thanks very much.


http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/teen/jimis-secret-diary/

SPIN THE BOTTLE PART ONE (Highlights of the previous episode):


The first time I did it ....I was just (xx) years of age...... at an
afternoon birthday party for Laura, a friend from high school...

..."Open up jimi", the unseen girl's voice insisted...."you know you want
this...we all know you want this.... all of us."


...I remember he was standing over me, his big fat erect cock right in
front of my lips it still was dripping with cum, and he said ... you look
so pretty with my semen all over your face...

He asked me if I wanted to taste some more... I said, "but there's none
left"... and he said, "don't worry, I'll make some more"...  ...I looked up
through the now parted curtain into the rec room. Jennifer and Helen were
in bras and panties and were making out on the sofa watching me and Jack as
they also partook of forbidden pleasures, their fingers between each others
legs as they kissed...


...Next to them stood Roger, who was now completely naked and fully erect.
His penis was fat and full and Laura was fondling him. Laura was holding
some girls underwear in her other hand and smiling at me, like she did when
she caught me staring at Jack's meaty pecker earlier. She said I would look
good in them.

"You're next", she said to Roger. "You're next with jimiboygirl."




SPIN THE BOTTLE PART TWO

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I was a mess. There was Jack's semen on my face and neck, my cheeks, even
in my hair.... there were more stringy spurts embedded in shirt collar and
all down the front of my shirt as well. There were crusting white trails on
the top of my navy blue serge pant legs where Jack had dripped from my
chin, probably.  I touched my hair. It felt sticky across the crown and
fringe, and it was starting to set and become stiff. I became aware of the
thick, organic yet chemically, mushroom soupy taste in my mouth. It was
thick, viscous. It felt like congealing gravy...like not quite set jell-o,
like slime, like semen. Jit.  Jizz. Cum. Baby Gravy. Spunk. I was
embarrassed by the scent of my breath now.  I smelled very strongly of
boy's cum...I smelled like a locker room...like male sweat...not just sweet
armpit sweat by itself, but also that unmistakably strong, deep animal
scent...the smell of sweating testicles, the sweat from the top area of a
man's legs, where everything joins together...anal sweat, sweat from a fat
swinging cock. Jockstrap sweat. Football practice sweat. I smelled like
lust itself. I smelled like a girl who had just orally serviced the
offensive line of the football team at half time. But I wasn't a
girl... not really.



I was a boy in creased and sticky party clothes, on his knees in a school
friend's basement, having just given in to a long-held secret, suppressed
fantasy, a thought that came sometimes at night, when one couldn't
sleep...an involuntary thought that visits in the dead of night. One tosses
and turns endlessly before giving up and realizing that the only way to
dreamland was through one's own sex. The hand then joins the mind in a
fantasy duet... there are always variations in this scene, at the beginning
anyway, but then, recently, it inevitably turns out the same way somehow...

The hand travels southward, pausing at the top of one's underpants, lightly
brushing southward, caressing the smallish lump of hot flesh there, running
circles around the meat, lightly squeezing everything and releasing,
continuously, until the pants start to expand, in my case a very slight
expansion. One imagines a female hand, small, birdlike, delicate, landing
atop the meaty bits and lightly pecking, its ruffled feathery wings
fluttering, tickling everything then becoming a girl's hand once
more...delicately lacquered red nails and pale skin on tiny, thin,
beautifully sculpted and soft fingertips. One sees a thin gold bracelet and
the delicate female hand, in one's mind..stroking, and touching and
squeeeeeeeezing and releasing and holding and releasing and tracing
everything...outline of testicles, one at a time,then together, lightly
clutching them like precious eggs. another hand joins the first and
together they trace and hold everything...one hand works the penis and the
other caresses the balls, girls hands, pretty, delicate hands.... fingers
drift upward, a hand at each hip and lightly draw down the cotton
material..the elastic hugs the tummy, then the hips and then the
thighs...they slide down rather easily from that point and end up around
the knees.The hands begin in earnest now...  the legs bend, the heels dig
into the sheets, ones bottom is lifted slightly from the mattress... a hand
caresses the cheeks..one imagines pretty, full, rounded girly buttocks, and
lightly taps and plies and probes the girly fullness.... with one hand
while tickling the testicles with the other.... mind wandering now....one
imagines that one's own buttocks are not un-girl-like....remembering
whispered comparisons and comments by aunts at family parties, the snickers
from neighborhood ladies at last year's choice of Halloween costume, and
wolf whistles and stares by male passersby.... odd comments by bachelor
uncles.... the creepy ice cream vendor demonstrating lewdly the way I
should really enjoy a "popsicle or a lollypop"..... all these
thoughts.... the stroking continuing... my aunts comparing me to Shirley
Temple at six.... saying my face was too pretty for a boy....  squeezing my
cheeks... touching my backside.... leering faces of guys at school now
mixed with the faces of girls as the hands caress and pull... I don't want
guys in this fantasy! I want the girls! Go away boys!!! But they won't. The
girls take hold of me and remove me. They take me to a dark and secret
place where I am the only male.... they start to kiss me, to caress me, and
then they begin to slowly undress me, they get me naked...they apply oils
to me and begin to fondle me....  other girls are doing things to
me..suddenly they release me and I am dressed like one of them! Slip,
bra...  panties...stockings. At this point in my masturbatory fantasy my
under developed cock is at its hardest. The girls hold me and draw red lips
on me.  They spray perfume between my breasts, though I am totally
flat-chested. The boy(s) reappear. Each boy takes one of the girls. Soon
there are no girls left for me. I am the only one. I sit in stockings and
slip and makeup and pretty panties, my hands in my lap. I am trying not to
be noticed.  Suddenly I am in shadow. When I look up...there is a boy
standing over me, rubbing himself, rubbing himself, rubbing himself, his
cock is inches from my face. he places two strong fingers under my chin and
lifts my head... as my head comes level with his midsection he pulls a
throbbing semi-rigid cock from his fly, he brings my head closer to him, he
begins to tell me to open my mouth.... when suddenly there is a loud noise
"I SAID...EARTH TO JIMI. EARTH TO JIMI."


I am brought back to the present moment. It is Laura. She is leaning over
me, smiling and sniffing her nose....

"MMMMM you smell pretty ripe, jimi. Let's get you cleaned up."

With that she leads me back through the rec room to a rear laundry
room. She takes a towel and dips it into a basin of warm water and washes
the sticky cum from my face and neck. Closing the door, she asks me to
remove my clothes so she can wash them. "We can't have you going home
looking...and smelling...like an orgy."



I protest, telling her that I have nothing to put on in the meantime. She
counters, in a sing-song voice... "Oh yes you do"......as she points to the
washer and dryer.


On top of the dryer is a neat pile of delicate looking articles. It looks
like her underwear. There are no boys clothes there at all. It's like my
recurring dream.

I can see a woman's white nylon half slip with laced hem, and a pretty
little white training bra, with lace covered cups and thin little lace
edged shoulder straps, several pairs of pretty panties... on top is a
pretty pink cotton pair with a tiny blue bow at the front. There are a pair
of dressy looking dark self supporting stockings with lace tops.  She holds
up the delicate training bra to my chest. I can see the inside of the foam
padded cups.


"This is a few years old, jimi, but it will look divine on you."

I blush.

"You can keep anything you like, jimi. and I can keep them here for you,
nice and safe so that anytime you have the desire to" ..... her voice
trails off, the desire left unspoken, yet obvious to Laura. She refer to my
secret desires to dress like a girl and act like one, too. Is my behavior
so obvious that everybody seems to know my secret before i have even
confessed it?


Don't be shy, jimi. Tell you what. I'll change my clothes too!

With that, she unbuttons and removes her white blouse... and unzips the
side zipper of her green plaid skirt quickly, and shimmies out of her slip
and finally, she peels down and licks off a pair of damp smelling white
cotton panties, revealing a beautiful yet small tuft of golden pubic
hair. When she asks me to help her with her bra I know she is just teasing
me. Still, my fingers fumble with the catch and she says I will have to
practice that maneuver more often, especially if I am to wear her
underwear. You'll need to be able to do this in a dark car, or in a park,
or anywhere else.

"It takes a lot of training to 'girl' convincingly, jimi."

I stand behind her and eventually undo the snap. I can smell her sex at
such close quarters. The smell is almost like that of my parent's bed, when
I used to go there late at night during a thunderstorm, or when I would
sneak into their bed early on a Sunday morning.  It smelled not unlike like
my mom's panties in the laundry hamper, but not quite as ripe or mature or
musky, of course. Still, Laura had obviously been excited by recent events.

I remove my clothes quickly too, and before long I am down to my
underpants. I am becoming excited at being insuch close proximity to one of
the school's hottest girls..


I am mesmerized by the sight of lovely Laura, now stark naked, and not a
bit self conscious. My impression was of a girls' locker room. Girls are
more comfortable with nudity, I thought. My mother and aunts would often
change into bathing suits together, in cars, restrooms, or even in the same
bedroom in a house. What was with women's need to get naked in front of
other women?  This thought was doing nothing to abate my increasing
tumescence.


Indicating my white briefs, with the slight tent in them, she
intones....Take them off, jimi. every stitch!


Laura's breasts are not overly large, but very pretty, and almost
completely symmetrical. Her nipples are a deep, rosy pink and the areolae
are large-ish.  Though I am flat-chested, of course, my coloring is nearly
identical, a fact that does not escape her. Once I wiggle out of my white
underpants, my small...  yet rock hard erection and balls are framed by a
wispy thatch of gold colored fluff... a shade not unlike Laura's little
nest, and about as wispy.


"Jimi, do you ever trim yours?

I shake my head 'no.'

"I trim mine once a month, but apart from that, we're
like...siblings....like sisters!"

My penis throbs visibly as she compares me to a girl. She comes closer and
kisses my lips lightly. Laura keeps up the comparisons, talking about me
with a kiss following for each described part of me....my face (kiss), my
mouth (kiss), my lovely little tits (a kiss for them too..kiss kiss), my
soft rounded backside (a long kiss back there, each cheek, prettier than
hers, she says, kiss, and softer, too, kiss kiss), my nicely turned thighs,
(kiss), and calves (kiss kiss), my delicate little freckly shoulders (kiss
kiss), my pale complexion back to my cheeks for a long sweet kissssssssss.


She saw my reaction to the word 'sister' and, finally, kneels before me and
kisses me down there, too. All around my cock. She kisses my pubic hair, my
belly, my little testicles. She kisses the tip of my cock and sucks it into
her mouth. Her tongue bathes it everywhere, all along the little shaft, the
scrotum, back to the penis and concentrating on the head, her tongue making
rapid circular licks, like an ice cream cone.....


MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

"Would you like to cum in my mouth, honey?"

No sooner does she say the words than I am erupting.... quick jets of thick
young semen which she catches expertly in her half opened mouth. Her tongue
continues to tickle and circle the head even as I ejaculate into that
pretty red mouth. I have an intense desire to kiss that mouth and share my
seed with her once I have finished cumming.



Continued

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