Date: Sat, 9 Apr 2011 00:32:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jimi Jones <jimiboygirl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimis secret diary/ spin the bottle/ part four

This is a work of fantasy and fiction

(Highlights of the previous episode):
"Would you like to cum in my mouth, honey?" No  sooner does she say the words
than I am erupting.... quick jets of  thickyoungsemen which she catches expertly
in her half opened mouth.....


She is such a tease! At this final moment I realize suddenly she was
demonstrating proper technique here for the past few minutes. She never once
looked away, butstared intently into my eyes throughout the entire operation...

glistening sweat rolled from my brow and hit her forehead... 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...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....".

...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 eyecontact and smiling...

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 moist lips
and streamed and streamed and streamed and streamed.....

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 with her fingers into a
mess of curls..."A few moments with the hair dryer and that will look fine."


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

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..."

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.




SPIN THE BOTTLE
PART FOUR

Luckily, I was able to retrieve the pair of nylon stockings from the washer
before the rising water level got them saturated. I held them to my face and
inhaled the recent scent of Laura. It was a mixture of scents, actually....there
was the obvious yet scant
scent of her bath soap all over the length of the old fashioned seamed
stockings, along with that a slight scent of perfume, activated by recent
exercise, certainly, beneath that was a slight body odor, yet not unpleasant at
all, but animal like in a pleasing manner, so very different from the male
locker room smells at school, where the odor was far more pungent, especially
at the end of gym class...yet still deeper in the nylon fabric was the scent of
her sex, especially at the lacy tops of the stockings where her moistness would
be most evident. I concentrated my sniffs along the lacy edges, where all the
scents seemed to come together. I wanted to wear these pretty stockings,
especially as they still bore evidence of Laura

I rolled the stockings into little donut shapes, as I had watched my mother and
aunts do so often. As

I rolled the material into a pair of medium tan circles, my mind drifted back,
back to a time when I was welcome to watch...

I had spent a lot of time in the company of women as a small child, and in my
limited experience they had a very natural approach to their bodies, and were so
very accepting of each other, especially so when naked. My youngish mother, or
her slightly older
sister, would walk around our house half naked frequently and not give it a
thought. Oftentimes breakfast was conducted in bra and panties in our house,
especially in summer. Many times a hastily thrown-on robe would come undone
when coffee was being poured or when eggs were being turned. The robe would be
allowed to remain open until such a time that it could be safely attended to.
Mom's pink nipples often made a sudden appearance in our house, as did her
tidily trimmed blonde triangle. Sometimes it would be my aunt, sometimes both
of them.


Nudity was taken for granted, especially in the bedrooms, when after a
luxuriating bath or a refreshing shower, she, or sometimes they would be
completely naked and relaxed in that nonchalant way that women have. So
unself-conscious of their nakedness in a way
that now, in retrospect, may seem to the male mind like a brazen parade, put on
for show for the benefit of themselves or perhaps for each other, and maybe,
perhaps, for the benefit of at least one small impressionable and eager boy who
would sit at the foot of the bed and watch them prepare for the day, or help
each other get ready for a party.

As I say, the sight of naked women grooming each other and assisting in dressing
was a very early memory of mine. My aunt, just for fun, she would say, would
often bathe me for mother and sometimes she would bathe with me, as mother
sometimes did. I
enjoyed these innocent bathing rituals, which always went so far as to include
her loading a soapy washcloth with lather and running that cloth everywhere on
my body, washing and rinsing my hair, and singing or humming pretty little
songs as she did so, then helping me out of the tub and patting me dry with a
fluffy towel, reaching every part of me there is to reach... and she herself
completely naked throughout.

I have early memories of being enveloped in her ample bosom as she, quite naked,
as I say, dried me and brushed my hair back from my face before she would dab
herself dry. These periods of extended nudity were very pleasant and might then
lead to a
leisurely hour of grooming and powdering and polishing. All of these exercises
conducted in total nudity until the act of dressing occurred.

Just for fun, as she would say, she sometimes placed her still warm baby-doll
nightie on me, tying the shoulder straps in a bow behind my shoulders, with me
swimming in the luxurious see-through material that she had just slept in. Fresh
from my bath and dressed in a feminine scented article of her lingerie, I would
be treated, sometimes,
to a nice treatment of pedicure, manicure, and lacquer. Several times I would
have my face and body dusted with a powder puff before the nightie was put on
me, and a set of full, red lips would be drawn on me. I would have my hair
brushed and combed in unusual fashions...unusual for a boy, that is. And all of
this performed by a naked young woman as I sat before the vanity table in our
bedroom, and watched as the little blonde boy was transformed into a fairy
princess...

It was these types of thoughts that came flooding over me as I rolled those
stocking donuts, not that these thoughts were in any way repressed. I often
thought about the days, and still do. I became suddenly aware that I was semi
tumescent again due to my recollections. My small, plumping penis, framed in
wispy gold curls would look so cute
dangling above the stocking tops and I was anxious to try them on.

I sat on a chair in the laundry room and with my right leg extended slightly and
toes pointing, I placed one of the donuts over the tip of my foot and carefully
unrolled it up my calf, taking time to ensure that the seams were still
straight. I caught a
reflection of myself in the glass door of the dryer. I had one stocking on an
upward pointing leg, my hands caressing my thigh, this position caused me
spread my legs wide, and revealed an engorging little cock. It looked lewd. I
did my other leg next, watching my reflection the whole time and then stood up
to straighten the material and remove any creases or wrinkles. I doubled over
the lacy edges as they were not the new self-supporting kind and I needed them
to stay up. Then I turned my attention to panties, selecting a clean pair of
what I now knew were called `tap pants', that is, women's panties with a full
cut, a generous seat and ample room, like tap dancing shorts from a bygone era.
The material was my favorite kind of color, a type of peachy coral, suggesting
naked flesh. I guessed that these belonged to Laura's mother, a full figured
woman whom i had met earlier in the day. I stepped into them and my penis really
began to fill with blood. They
were not too snug on me and, luckily, my sex was hidden in the shiny cool
material.



I decided against the white training bra. There was another one in the pile,
farther down. Just as I selected one, a pretty little training bra in a pale
pink, Laura reentered the laundry room.


"Good choice, jimi", that one was mine!"


I looked up and saw that Laura was now wearing a bottle green kimono and dark
green flat slip-on shoes with an open back, and was carrying a smallish metal
suitcase type of bag..


"Say, are those my stockings too? They look wonderful on you. Nice job on the
fold over."


I fastened the bra with the clasp at the front, then slid it around, as I had
seen my mother do, then quickly placed my arms within the straps.


"Too quick, jimi. You need to do that with more style. Every woman dresses with
style, especially if a man is present. You'll need to do that differently, I
think. Remember what I said about having to do this in a car or other spot.
Here. Watch me."


With that, Laura whipped off the kimono. She was completely naked underneath. I
looked at her pretty blonde patch of neatly trimmed curly pubic hair, and the
gorgeous rosy nipples of her smallish white breasts. She really was lovely.
Freckles sprinkled upon her shoulders and at the top of her chest and arms made
her seem like a pretty little tomboy somehow.

She selected another bra from the pile of underwear, this was one of her current
bras, not a trainer from four years ago. It was feminine and lacy, like all her
things, and the cups were delicately patterned and lined with a white gently
padded material inside.

"Okay. Now watch."

She leaned forward slightly, and placed the brassiere beneath her now dangling
little breasts, allowing them to fall inside each cup. Satisfied, she
straightened up a little more and reached back and expertly did the clasp. Now
she made a great show of arranging her breasts inside the cups for a more
comfortable fit. Only then did she slide her arms inside the shoulder straps.
Finally, she adjusted the slide on each shoulder strap until the brassiere was
nice and snug.

"Ta-da."

I should have remembered the drill better from my early days, but it had been
quite a while since a naked woman put on a bra in front of me.

I removed the bra and copied her movements, slowly, to make sure I was doing it
correctly.

"That's right. See how the cups align with your nipples? Okay. Now make a show
of lifting the bra to you and tucking your tits -- yes, jimi, I know you don't
have any -- of tucking your tits inside the cups. Yes, just like that."

I adjusted my `breasts' inside the cups, reached back and did the clasp, easy
really, once you get used to the shapes of the components, and slipped my arms
through the shoulder strap loops, finally adjusting the slides for a good fit.
The cups of this bra were completely foam filled, and the illusion of a pair of
small "cupcake tits" was instantaneous.

I tilted this way and that, admiring my reflection in the shiny laundry
appliances. I had tits!

"You look scrumptious, honey. You look so natural. And you'd be surprised, I
think, to know that many of the girls at school are just the same shape as you
beneath their falsies."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Really and truly. You've seen mine. Like sparrow eggs. A lot of
girls are like that. For many, large breasts come later, if at all. Some girls
never develop fully."

"And boys, too", I offered.

"Yes, well don't sell yourself too short, jimi. It's all show out there.
Speaking of show, I have a hair dryer in here and some lipsticks and stuff.
Let's tiptoe into the powder room back there and get you ready. There is a lot
of anticipation going on in the rec room. Jennifer and Helen have their panties
off now and are quite engrossed in each other. Since you did Jack, they feel
that their secret is safe here. And it is. Roger keeps asking for you. Jack gave
you a big buildup. You are suddenly very much in demand it seems!"

With that she led me into a small powder room, sat me down on the closed toilet
seat, and applied some dippity-doo setting gel to my longish hair, twisting the
tresses into crazy corkscrews and turned on the hair dryer. Within a few moments
I had a rather daring hair do of stiff spikes.

Now a compact emerged from the case and she dusted my face and neck and even my
shoulders, and smoothed the powder until I was a matte and pale shade of
near-white.


"Pucker."

I did as asked, remembering that the last time I was asked to "pucker up", a
cock had slipped into my mouth while I was blindfolded. I smiled at the memory.
Laura smiled too.

"Naughty boygirl."

She took a red lipstick from the styling case, removed the cap and rotated the
color over my lips. First she drew the outline of a large lower lip and colored
it in. Then she did the same on the upper lip, telling me she would be making my
mouth seem fuller, redder, and more lush. Irresistible, she had said.

She held out a tissue.

"Blot."

I pressed my lips down as I had seen mother do.

"Pucker."

I gave a chuckle and Laura put her thumb in my mouth.

I sucked on it instantly, taking it all the way to the base.

"Wow. You ARE hot to trot aren't you? Pucker."

I did as she asked and she took a makeup pencil and added a deep dark outline to
my lips.

"Okay. Now close your eyes."

Once more I followed her instructions and I felt activity on my eyelids and
eyebrows and lashes. A few minutes passed.

"Okay. Open."

I opened my eyes and Laura had a mirror held in front of my face. Yes it was my
face. But it looked now like my aunt's face. Or my mother's. I was wearing pale
green eye shadow, which made my blue eyes seem much more blue now. They seemed
larger too. Maybe that was the eyeliner that extended my eyelids and made seem
more almond shaped as well. She added mascara to my lashes and they seemed full
and dark. My lips were a bright and rich ruby red and were outlined in a deeper
shade of maroon. They seemed very large indeed. They were glossy, shiny.
Highlights visible. My skin was powdered and the color on the eyes and lips made
my skin seem very wan and pale by contrast.

Laura was still naked except for her bra.

"Here. You wear the kimono when we come out. And you can wear my slippers too.
There is no heel, so they will fit."

I slipped on the shoes and she helped me with the kimono.

We tiptoed back to the laundry room and Laura put on a top and skirt. Then we
went back to the rec room area.

Helen and Jennifer were still kissing deeply and were now fingering each other
and licking each other's slick wet fingers between strokes. The roomsmelled like
Laura's stockings, only much stronger. Jack was masturbating idly as the girls
kissed, cooed and licked.

Roger sat on a chair, watching. As I walked into the area, all eyes were
suddenly on me. Even Helen and Jennifer stopped to watch me.

"Wow," said Roger. "You are fucking gorgeous."






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