Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2011 14:47:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Jimi Jones <jimiboygirl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimi's secret diary/ Spin The Bottle / PART THREE

This is a work of fantasy and fiction

SPIN THE BOTTLE
PART TWO (Highlights of the previous episode):
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There was Jack's semen on my face and neck, my cheeks, even  in my hair.... 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...

"MMMMM you smell pretty ripe, jimi. Let's get you cleaned up...."
...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...
...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  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... Indicating my white briefs, with the slight tent in them, she
intones....Take them off, jimi. every stitch...
..."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!..."
...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.....




SPIN THE BOTTLE
PART THREE

"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.

She is such a tease! At this final moment I realize suddenly she was
demonstrating proper technique here fro the past few minutes. She never once
looked away, but stared intently into my eyes throughout the entire operation.
Our eyes never parted! Her gaze was either half-lidded to denote a corrupt,
wanton attitude...and farther along during the cycle as she sensed my trembling,
perhaps noticing i was on tip-toe as she licked that red hot ice cream cone and
my hips were pumping slightly and gyrating like a harem dancer's.... tiny drops
of glistening sweat rolled from my brow and hit her forehead, just as surely as
Jack's own facial sweat landed in my eyes earlier, the salt temporarily blinding
me yet increasing my lust... other rivulets of perspiration flowed and dripped
from the ends of my hard and pointed little rosy nipples...a necklace of sweaty
diamonds forming between the tiny hillocks of my plumping yet flatter than flat
breasts and flowing downward to my tummy to settle into my navel temporarily
(until it filled) then flowing quickly from there to connect my lower tummy and
pubis to her lips, her tongue,and her gloriously beautiful, flushed face.

I lightly held her shoulders as she moved to and fro on me.... she would say
things from time to time

"It's such an adorable cock, jimi...she gets so plump when she's
happy....mmmmmmmmmmmmm...it's just a perfect size for sucking...... it's
darling....".

I didn't know if she meant any of those things. After all,this was the very
first time anybody had done something like this to me, so everything was new. I
took it on faith that she liked this, though. Nobody is that good an actor.

Or are they?


Laura emitted tiny exhalations through her nose, which made the downy blonde
fluff dance at the base of my little hard cock. Great intakes of air made her
nostrils flare in a most animal-like manner...and that combined with the heavy
breathing, the guttural sounds and the deep and rythymic head bobbing as she
traversed the short distance from the base of my testicles to the tip of my
inflamed red cock head, made her resemble nothing so much as a beautiful golden
racehorse thundering to the finish line....

Laura made other vocal noises as  well, little gasps and occasionally a highly
attractive little gagging sound from deep in her throat (coming from a place far
deeper than my three inch penis could possibly visit), expertly "oh-godding" and
"yessing"....complimenting me on my "big fat delicious manly prick"... as she
devoutly referred to it between long wickedly savage licks and satisfyingly wet
and deep sucks and slurping sounds... these urgings and cheer-leading did
wonders for my feelings of masculinity and virility. She actually had me
half-believing that my putto's penis was choking her!

She cradled my testicles in one hand and lightly squeezed and released them and
licked them and sucked them, too, in a most artfully applied manner, all the
while maintaining eye contact and smiling. Her other hand reached farther
underneath me and caressed my backside lightly...she "oh-godded" me repeatedly
as she dug her fingers deep into the  crevice.... shallowly circling and then
stabbing me there a few short times, testing the tightness. Suddenly her
forefinger and middle finger darted into her mouth for a second...then wetly
returned to that most hidden of spots and plunged so deep inside me that i
positively leaped!


Suddenly Laura's big blue eyes took on a new and sudden urgency...wide open now,
the whites flashing...like a madwoman's....pulsing and flashing. I was standing
on my tippiest of tiptoes then...dizzy, blinded. I felt the rush and release
like a jet suddenly catapulting from an aircraft carrier....  and as i began to
spurt repeatedly, her eyelids fluttered and she looked as if in a trance as the
thick and fresh and pearly rich creamy bubbly semen convulsively ejaculated,
flooding over her wildly rotating wet pink tongue and her burning red mist lips
and streamed and streamed and streamed and streamed.....

Her beautiful red cheeks, the perspiration streaming, matting her blonde fringe
to her forehead, her freckled nose, her big blue wildly fluttering eyelids, and
the sight of my fresh hot semen filling her were too much for me to bear. i
placed my hands beneath her armpits and lifted her to face me. She closed her
mouth as she rose... Our sweat sticky bodies joined, tit to tit, navel to navel,
sex to sex.... our lips met and my mouth opened... i lightly pried her lips open
with my tongue and we kissed a long and slick bubbly sticky white kiss, swapping
the sweet smelling load back and forth back and forth and back and forth until
it was quite gone.

Once my heartbeat returned to something like normal and the cooling sweat on our
bodies made us a little chilly, Laura broke the embrace and took me over to the
large washtub in that laundry room. She turned on the warm water, and indicating
that I bend over the sink, she wet my hair and worked it woth her fingers into a
mess of curls.



She admired her work.

"A few moments with the hair dryer and that will look fine."

Then using a fresh washcloth, she dabbed my face, my neck, my chest....she wrung
out the cloth and rinsed it in the warm water and rubbed the cloth with some
fine smelling facial soap working a nice rich lather. she went straight to my
underarms, then my chest, soaping and rinsing as she went....then worked her way
down to between my legs, where she lingered as she made circular washing
motions, the soapy cloth on my genitals felt wonderful.my little cock was
hardening again and she giggled.


"We really need to be getting back to the others soon, jimi. They'll be
wondering what's become of us."

She rinsed me and gave the tip of my penis a final little kiss, then used fresh
fluffy bath towels to pat me dry.



Then she rapidly rinsed and washed her own face and body, patting herself dry
and then quickly put on her party clothes again. Most of them, anyway. I noticed
that she did not bother putting her stockings back on, but placed them in the
washer along with my soiled things, added a handful of soap flakes and then
jabbed the ON button.


She paused at the door and said, "I'll be right back, jimi. Pick out a pair of
panties that you like best and we'll get you presentable."



Continued

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