Mrs Howard spanks both Ellie and Marsha as she takes on discipline for the household
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Mrs Howard Spanks Mother and Daughter
Mrs Collins brought Ellie home from camp knowing she had promised Mrs Howard she would give her 16 year old daughter a really hard spanking. “Put all your clothes in the linen basket Ellie, and then come straight to my bedroom” she instructed her daughter.
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Ellie knew her Mother had threatened to spank her and fully expected to have her knickers taken down and make the trip across the maternal lap, but it was her Mother of course, not Mrs Howard. A few spanks and it would be over. She knew Mrs Howard would be over later on and hoped she would give her a proper spanking, and afters.
Ellie did as she was told and walked into her Mothers bedroom.
“Knickers down and over my knee Ellie.”
Ellie huffed a bit but went across her Mother’s lap.
“I hope this teaches you a lesson” and she gave her daughter a spank.
Ellie cried out “it hurts Mum.”
“It’s supposed to” her Mother replied and gave her six more spanks.
“Why are you so naughty Ellie?” she asked.
“Dunno Mum, I just can’t help it. I’m sorry.”
“Are you really Ellie?” she asked.
“Sure Mum, promise.”
“I do so hate having to spank you. I know Mrs Howard doesn’t mind so maybe we’ll leave the rest of your spanking to her, eh? At least I did some.”
“Good thinking” Ellie replied.
Her Mum sighed with relief. “OK then, go on, pull your knickers back up. Mrs Howard will be here soon.”
Ellie walked back to her room, not believing what had just happened. She quite fancied being spanked, but her Mum never did keep her promises when it came to discipline. Mrs Howard did of course.
That afternoon Mrs Howard came to clean. The three women stood in the kitchen when she arrived.
Mrs Howard asked Mrs Collins “so, did you spank Ellie this morning as you said you would?”
“Oh, well, actually, I gave her quite a few spanks and then she really was apologetic.”
“How many spanks?” Mrs Howard asked.
“Oh about six or eight. Hard ones of course” she added trailing off.
“You are kidding me aren’t you?” Mrs Howard said. Ellie smiled.
“Erm well, no. I did say that you would spank her as well though.”
“I see” Mrs Howard said, looking cross.
She looked at Ellie dressed in her sleeveless pink top white shorts and thought how cute she was, as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but she knew better. The little minx has a sharp tongue and a bottom that needs constant reminders about how to behave, and a tongue that did wonders when let loose between Mrs Howard’s legs.
For now though she was her strict self and asked “let me get this straight Ellie, you were rude to your Mother on the phone when still at camp, she said she would spank you today, but she only gave you a few spanks?”
“I guess Mrs Howard,” Ellie said.
“But she said I would spank you as well?”
“Uh huh” Ellie responded.
“Right. Then I suppose it is up to me to discipline Ellie again. Ellie, go upstairs to your room. Get undressed, I mean everything, and stand facing the wall with your hands above your head and think about how naughty you were and what you deserve. I will be up shortly.”
When Ellie left the kitchen Mrs Howard turned to Mrs Collins. “So Marsha, you have failed again to take proper responsibility for your daughter’s discipline.”
“Sorry Mrs Howard” she said. She held her breath when she heard Mrs Howard call her Marsha. That meant she was in trouble, probably ending up across her knee herself.
“Right Marsha, I will go upstairs and deal with your daughter. You will do the cleaning downstairs as I can’t do both today.”
“Oh, but”
“No buts. I will spend an hour or so dealing with Ellie and then you and I will have a little heart to heart. Understood?
A downcast Marsha nodded and said quietly “yes Mrs Howard.”
“And Marsha, if you come upstairs to listen I will be really cross. Do you understand that as well?”
“Oh yes Mrs Howard, I won’t interfere at all.”
“Good.”
Mrs Howard watched as Marsha started to clean the oven before going upstairs. She walked in to Ellie’s room without knocking and found the 16 year old undressed, facing the wall and with her hands on her head.
“Good girl Ellie. Now come here” Mrs Howard demanded.
Ellie walked over to Mrs Howard and stood in front of her, not scared even though she knew she would be spanked very hard. She stood quite still and waited for instructions.
“You understand this will be a discipline spanking as well young lady.”
“Will there be anything else Mrs Howard?” Ellie so hoped she would use her strap on.
“Yes of course girl, don’t be dim on purpose” she snapped, then added “I do so enjoy the afters Ellie when you give me a present for disciplining you.”
Ellie was delighted. She had spent a whole week at camp and so needed her pain fix. She watched as Mrs Howard opened her bag and took out her strap.
Then Mrs Howard said “you know Ellie, I think this time I’ll get undressed as well. Just for a change.”
Ellie watched as Mrs Howard removed her short sleeved black blouse and unclipped her bra, and as the bra slipped down her arms Ellie smiled at the sight of Mrs Howard’s womanly breasts. Then Mrs Howard unbuttoned her off white linen trousers and pulled them down over her thighs, stepping out of them, followed by her skimpy knickers.
When Mrs Howard stood back up and looked at Ellie she snapped “take that smile off your face young lady. You won’t find my lap any more comfortable just because my legs will be bare.”
“And everything else” Ellie said.
“Enough Ellie, over you go” Mrs Howard demanded as she sat on the chair.
Ellie bent down across her lap and felt immediately how different this was. Her own skin touching Mrs Howard’s cool thighs. She squirmed around just to feel more of her skin.
Mrs Howard looked down at Ellie’s smooth back, her legs, and of course her pert little bottom which without doubt was her favourite bottom to spank. Ellie took the hardest spanking of everyone and whilst she cried like the best of them she also recovered the quickest and enjoyed the soreness as she gave Mrs Howard her present. This time she loved the feel of the 16 year olds bare flesh against her own bare thighs, as she knew she would, and felt the wetness begin between her legs.
Mrs Howard placed her hand on Ellie’s bottom and as she rubed so she slid her hand between Ellie’s legs and brushed her shaved hair mound, quickly telling that Ellie was moist as well, like herself, in anticipation of what will follow.
Ellie just knew she had surrendered control and Mrs Howard could decide whatever punishment was needed. The loss of control added to her satisfaction. Not knowing how long, how hard, just that she would be in tears and her bottom would be sore. She left it all to Mrs Howard.
The spanking started and Ellie was soon squirming as her bottom was warmed up by the indomitable Mrs Howard who was once again relishing inflicting pain on her young charge. The small bottom soon turned pink and then red, the 16 years old eyes soon filled with tears that ran down her cheeks, and the youngster forgot she was lying across bare thighs as the pain took over.
Mrs Howard enjoyed the sight of the naked Ellie. She spanked her bottom with one hand whilst stroking her back with the other, moving her hand around to her front and covering the 16 year olds breast, caressing it, squeezing her nipple for her own enjoyment as she continued to thrash the teenager, inflicting the pain, disciplining her.
Ellie became unaware through the pain that her breast was being caressed and stretched her arms out straight so she didn’t hinder Mrs Howard’s hand, but the pain was greater than the tender feel of her hand. She did squeeze her left arm behind Mrs Howard’s back and put her open palm of her waist. The bare skin felt good.
The hand spanking soon changed to the strap and much of the caressing stopped. The strap was harder to handle and caused Ellie rather more pain, especially those spanks across the tops of her legs. Both ladies focussed on the spanking now, the giving it and the receiving of it. Tears flowed, cries were yelled out, the lesson was being taught.
Mrs Howard put the strap down when she decided Ellie had indeed had enough. The crying continued. The reddened bottom stared up from her lap, her hands wandered around Ellie’s bottom, her legs, her inner thighs, and between her legs. Once Ellie started to think more about the hand between her legs than the spanking Mrs Howard eased her up so she was sitting on her lap.
“Kiss my breast Ellie” she said quietly and breathed heavily when the teenager’s lips encircled her nipple and kissed and licked and sucked as Mrs Howard stroked the teenager’s breast.
“On the bed Ellie” Mrs Howard commanded, tenderly now, as an equal rather than the disciplinarian.
They smiled at each other as they slid on to the bed and hugged, kissing, their tongues finding each other as their lips clasped each other.
Ellie stroked the older woman’s stomach, and her thighs until Mrs Howard whispered “go on Ellie, your fingers, put them inside me, use them, find my clit, work me.”
Ellie kept kissing as she fondled Mrs Howard’s vaginal lips and when they were moistened she slid two fingers inside and as Mrs Howard gasped with joy so she worked her fingers deeper, and longer, and soon enough Mrs Howard gasped with elation, shuddered in climax, and groaned with satisfaction.
Slowly she recovered, smiled at Ellie, kissed the teenager’s breast, and moved her own fingers down to Ellie’s pussy. It was her turn to bring her companion to orgasm and she did, expertly, smoothly, lovingly. Ellie was gasping for breath. Yes she had masturbated many times before but having someone else do it was so different, so exciting.
It was over too soon. Ellie lay on the bed and was only vaguely conscious of Mrs Howard standing up and getting dressed. She opened her eyes to see Mrs Howard, a dressed Mrs Howard, standing over her, hairbrush in hand, waiting. Ellie realised. Her discipline spanking. It was going to happen.
Ellie stood up and waited for Mrs Howard to tell her what to do. No hard feelings of course. She earned a discipline spanking and was going to get one.
“You have earned this Ellie. You were rude to your Mother again.”
“Sorry Mrs Howard, but I can’t help it, it’s just that it’s so easy.”
“I know Ellie. Your Mother is weak, remarkably so really, but I have a job to do and I will do it now. Get over again, and this time it will be rather harder than before.
When Ellie was in place Mrs Howard asked “how many of these did I give you last time Ellie?”
“120 Mrs Howard” Ellie said with a slight quiver in her voice which Mrs Howard heard and gave her cause to smile. The little brat wasn’t so smart now was she?
“Right then, so if I add a few for good measure let’s call it 125 shall we?”
Ellie had received a hairbrush thrashing several times before and the pain was horrendous. She gasped, which again made Mrs Howard smile as she looked at the naked teenager again lying prone across her lap, her bare bottom beautifully placed to allow maximum leverage. She was so going to enjoy making this 16 year old cry again.
“You do know it will do you good don’t you Ellie?”
“Will it Mrs Howard?”
“You take your spankings very well Ellie. It’s nice to have someone so receptive Ellie. You just grit your teeth and take whatever I give you. You can cry but that’s ok. The main thing is you see it as a lesson as much as anything else.”
Ellie wasn’t sure what to say so Mrs Howard just said “Ready?”
Ellie put both her arms behind her knowing Mrs Howard would bend both in to half nelsons and grip them hard so she couldn’t protect her bottom even if she wanted to.
Before Ellie could say anything the brush was raised high and brought down hard on the tender creamy bottom lying across the older woman’s lap and soon the room was filled again with the sound of Ellie’s gasps of pain. It was so much worse than the strap, being spanked with the hard unforgiving wooden paddle.
Soon Mrs Howard was keeping up the rhythm, Ellie was crying out in pain knowing her bottom was being smothered in bruises and was being turned bright red. She had lost count of the number of spanks but didn’t care. She just needed to get through all the spanks without begging to be let up. She never wanted to beg.
The spanking stopped without warning and Ellie was crying harder than she could ever rber. 125 spanks with the hairbrush. Just what will her bottom look like when she eventually gets in to the bathroom?
Slowly she recovered and Mrs Howard let her get up. She stood in front of Mrs Howard with her hands on her head waiting for her instructions, tears still streaming down her face, her bottom stinging, throbing even.
“You really are such a good girl Ellie” she said, as she slid her fingers between the 16 year olds legs and smiled as she felt her vaginal lips were much moister than before.
“Now listen young lady. I have to talk to your Mother about how come she didn’t spank you properly.”
“I don’t care about that Mrs Howard. It’s just a shame you can’t be my Mum and always be the one to spank me.”
Mrs Howard gave the 16 year old a hard stare, then softened and smiled and said “you may not enjoy that as much as you think. I don’t have any patience with naughtiness. You might just get spanked more than you expect. Now listen Ellie. I need you to stay upstairs whilst I go and discuss things with your Mum. You can listen but don’t come down. Understand?”
“Sure. What are you going to do? Why can’t I watch?
“Because it’s your Mum. Don’t make me say it again or you will go back over for another 125 with this” she snapped shaking the brush close to Ellie’s face.
Ellie recoiled.
“Now why aren’t you so well behaved with your Mum young lady?” Mrs Howard asked.
“Because I know you mean it Mrs Howard” she answered with some serious respect. “I really would like you to be my Mum and spank me all the time. I know you said I might not like it but I bet I would be better behaved” Ellie said with a sly smile.
“Too right” Mrs Howard agreed. “Now young lady don’t mess around any more. Go to the bathroom and then come straight back here, or else.”
Ellie nodded and left the room, still naked, and went to the bathroom whilst Mrs Howard went back downstairs. She found Mrs Collins in the lounge who looked up when Mrs Howard entered.
“Keep going Marsha, I didn’t tell you to stop did I?” She snapped.
Mrs Howard pulled out a chair and sat down and looked at Mrs Collins, wondering how a woman of 37 could be so weak when it came to discipline. Not like herself who was sexually aroused by giving a spanking someone particularly to someone she had feelings for. She knew though that not everyone enjoyed giving a spanking. Many people much preferred to be spanked, like Ellie. Even so this woman was weak.
“OK Marsha, come over here please” Mrs Howard ordered after watching her clean for several minutes. She wasn’t even good at cleaning she thought.
“So Marsha, tell me why you didn’t spank Ellie properly, after you and I discussed it and you said you would.”
“Well, I suppose I just didn’t like to, not with her having been away for a week and all and she did apologise.”
“You mean after half a dozen spanks knowing if she didn’t she would be likely to get lots more.”
Marsha knew the sense in that reasoning. “I suppose” she said quietly.
“I see. What happened to being a responsible parent? You can’t be a responsible parent and let your children get away with insolent behaviour you know.”
“Well, I don’t really think …”
“No you don’t do you” Mrs Howard snapped, then continued “Well I do, and I think that you need to be taught another lesson and one in fact I have just given your daughter.”
“Oh dear, I heard. There was a lot of screaming up there.”
“Yes Marsha, there was, but only from the Ellie who deserved every last spank. I wasn’t screaming was I?”
“Well I guess not.”
“Right then, take your skirt and knickers off, I am so cross with you so I’m going to spank you again and you know you really deserve this one, a lot.”
“Oh please don’t” she pleaded whilst at the same time taking her skirt off and pulling down her knickers. It hadn’t struck Mrs Howard before just how quickly Marsha got ready to be spanked, but yet again she had her bare bottom ready quick as a flash. That made her think.
“Stand in front of me Marsha, with your hands on your head please” she said quietly but with a firmness Marsha had no intention of disobeying. She stood quietly, respectfully, and waited. She breathed deeply as Mrs Howard started to stroke the inside of her thigh, edging her legs apart to invite her to stroke higher. She was enjoying this bit, even when she felt Mrs Howards hand brush her hair mound, even slide along her vaginal lips.
“I thought so. Looking forward to being spanked are you Marsha?” Mrs Howard suddenly asked.
“Pardon me …” Marsha started, stopping when she realised she had said too much.
“I knew once I felt just how moist you are. You’ve masturbated haven’t you, at the sound of me spanking Ellie. Answer me” she snapped as she drew her hand back and landed a forceful spank on the outside of Marsha’s leg.
Marsha let out a gasp and when she saw the hand drawn back again she cried out “yes, yes, I did masturbate. I’m so sorry.”
Mrs Howard let Marsha calm down before asking “why are you sorry?”
“Well, because it is wrong, to masturbate I mean, especially over my daughter.”
“Over your daughter or over me spanking your daughter?”
“Well, … oh, I see what you mean” Marsha said thoughtfully.
“There’s no shame in wanting to be spanked. Ellie likes to be.”
Marsha suddenly realised what Mrs Howard had said. “Does she like to be spanked?”
“Oh yes, but properly, not the way you do it, or not do it as the case might be” she added sarcastically.
“I didn’t realise. What about you?”
“I enjoy spanking people. Like Ellie, and others.”
“So you enjoy spanking me?”
“Well, not so fast. There is a difference. You can’t take a very hard spanking. Not like I enjoy giving. Ellie can.”
“You can teach me can’t you?” Marsha was entering territory she hadn’t properly thought through. She knew she had a hankering to be spanked though.
“I can. But that will take time.”
“Please Mrs Howard. Please teach me.”
Mrs Howard realised Marsha was seeing the green grass but didn’t know what she was letting herself in for. Maybe she could have some fun at her expense, and give Ellie the pseudo Mother she was looking for.
“Maybe I will, but I don’t just spank once or twice. If you want me to teach you then you have to accept my decision on your discipline all the time, not when you choose but when I say. Agreed?”
“Oh yes Mrs Howard.” Marsha was reaching the point of no return.
“What about Ellie? If you can’t bear spanking her then you need to accept that and make other arrangements. She still needs to be disciplined.”
Marsha thought for a moment and then suddenly had the best of ideas. “Yes you are right. I tell you what you can do it. All the time.”
“What, spank Ellie whenever she needs to be? Now that could work I suppose” Mrs Howard said trying to look thoughtful. She continued “Yes, that can really, but I would need to be in control, and make all discipline decisions.”
“That works for me. You can spank Ellie whenever she is naughty.”
“No Marsha. I mean I have to make the discipline decisions for both of you. I decide when you each get spanked, for how long, how hard, and with what implements.”
Marsha stopped a moment but decided she had to agree. Mrs Howard was making perfect sense and anyway if she wanted to be spanked she had no choice really did she? It wouldn’t work otherwise would it? “Yes of course” she said.
“Good” Mrs Howard said “in that case I will discipline you and Ellie from now on. Expect me to be strict.”
“Oh yes Mrs Howard, you must be very strict.”
Mrs Howard knew Marsha was getting carried away. Would she still think the same after her next spanking she wondered? Probably not, but she was going to make sure this weak woman couldn’t wriggle her way out of it. Mrs Howard despised weakness. Ellie had strength. Marsha was going to be just her whipping horse, at least until she found out if the 37 year old can withstand one of her hard spankings. She looked at the woman standing with her hands on her head, her knickers around her knees, discussing how she wanted to be thrashed like a little girl, not realising her daughter got afters and all she was going to get was a sore bottom.
“Don’t worry about that. You just worry about how much your bottom is going to hurt afterwards. I will start with what I gave Ellie. Get across my lap.”
“Oh right” Marsha enthused as she willingly bent across Mrs Howard’s lap. It felt good she thought as the carpet came up to meet her face and if Ellie could take it then there was no reason why she shouldn’t be able to.
Mrs Howard smiled at the back of Marsha’s head knowing Marsha wasn’t going to enjoy this one little bit. “125 spanks with this hairbrush Marsha, just like I gave Ellie upstairs. Bend your arms behind your back. Quickly.”
Mrs Howard didn’t mention the hand spanking she gave Ellie nor the strap. It was going to be a cold hairbrush spanking, and a painful one at that.
Marsha obeyed, and once Mrs Howard had her arms gripped firmly in half nelsons.
To rub in the barrassment Mrs Howard asked “Marsha tell me how old you are”
“I am 28 Marsha so you are being spanked by someone much younger than you. How about that?”
“That’s OK. I respect you.” Marsha said but her voice betrayed her lack of confidence.
“And you will respect all my decisions won’t you Marsha.”
“All your decisions Mrs Howard. Really I will, so you teach me well.”
Mrs Howard said “You know if I am going to spank you regularly I reckon Ellie should watch.” She knew once Marsha was spanked in front of her own daughter she would find it even harder to wrest back control.
“Surely not” Marsha pleaded. “I’m her Mother.”
“I thought you were going to be obedient Marsha?” Mrs Howard said brusquely.
“Sorry Mrs Howard. Of course. Whatever you say.”
Marsha was being really compliant now but was also feeling uncomfortable, lying across her cleaners lap, her arms pinned behind her back, her bare bottom about to be spanked, and still the discussion taking place, How much longer before she started she wondered?”
“Or do you simply mean, yes it’s my decision?” Mrs Howard demanded sharply.
“Yes, yes. It’s your decision Mrs Howard” Marsha conceded.
Mrs Howard shouted out “Ellie, down here, quickly.”
Ellie sprinted downstairs and stopped short as soon as she saw her Mother draped across Mrs Howard’s lap. Ellie took the view in. Her Mother hands held firmly in half nelson’s, her toes about three inches off the floor, her bare bottom neatly perched on Mrs Howard’s right thigh ready to be spanked, her knickers down around her knees.
Marsha looked up as Ellie walked in. Ellie noticed her Mother was blushing, the deepest reddest blush she had ever seen on her Mother’s face. Even then she knew that no matter how red her Mother’s face was with that blush, her bottom was going to be an even deeper red when Mrs Howard had finished thrashing her.
Ellie was the first to speak. “So you do spank Mum” she said in awe.
“Yes” Mrs Howard said “just like this” Mrs Howard added as she raised the hairbrush and brought it down smartly on Marsha’s left bottom cheek. Marsha screamed out. Ellie put her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.
Mrs Howard pursed her lips, rested the hairbrush on Marsha’s bottom looked up at Ellie and said “I have agreed with your Mother that I will take responsibility for your discipline in future. Well actually for both you and her.”
Ellie’s mouth dropped open.
Mrs Howard continued “You will both have to behave in future or else suffer the consequences. If you are naughty you will get a spanking with this hairbrush and spend time in your bedroom facing the wall. Understood Marsha?”
“Yes Mrs Howard” came a quivering reply.
Mrs Howard looked at Ellie and smiled when she saw Ellie’s wide grin. “Do you understand as well Ellie? You will get exactly the same discipline spanking I gave you upstairs.” Mrs Howard asked sternly but still smiling. Marsha was looking at the floor and so did not see the smile, but just heard the stern tone.
“Oh yes Mrs Howard. Definitely” Ellie answered trying to use her most deferential voice, but knowing she could now look forward to many more spankings across Mrs Howard’s lap. It didn’t matter that many would be discipline spankings, as she reckoned there would be plenty of the other type, with afters and all.
“Good” Mrs Howard said, smiling, almost laughing, as she raised the hairbrush again, studied Marsha’s bottom, and thrashed it down relentlessly time and time again until the 37 year old was blubering like a child and her bottom was a very nice shade of bright red.
Mrs Howard said sharply “There have only been a couple of dozen spanks so far Marsha and there are dozens more to come, but here you are, crying already. I guess you will need much more training before you know how to take your punishment as well as your daughter does but don’t worry because I will be your cleaner for years to come so there is plenty of time.”
What do you say Marsha?”
Marsha gave a very wet reply as she said with a whimper “Yes Mrs Howard.”
Ellie had gone to stand by the wall away from the view of her Mother and when Mrs Howard looked across she saw the 16 year old had her hand down the front of her knickers and was getting off on the very sight of watching her Mother being spanked. She then made a motion at Mrs Howard with her hand, her thumb and finger in a circle massaging an imaginary penis. Mrs Howard knew that meant Ellie wanted her strap on, she smiled and nodded. Yes she would give the little minx the pleasure she desired straight after dealing with the same little minx’s Mother.
Mrs Howard looked down at Marsha’s bottom. It was now a burning red and she loved the way her bottom cheeks bounced when she thrashed the hairbrush down. Marsha was taking her punishment far better than she had expected, blubering for sure, but taking every spank. She felt her breast and realised her nipple was taut so was enjoying the experience, sexually if not the pain, and Mrs Howard thought she might just have got herself a new toy. A 37 year old woman who takes a hard spanking, and who knows what she will enjoy afterwards. Will it be a strap on, or a butt plug, maybe a vibrator. It will be fun finding out she thought. It always was.
Jessica and James A Love Story
From tragedy, Twins find salvation in love
This is a work of fiction. Any resblance to anyone anywhere is purely coincidental
My name is James Rowland. My twin sister Jessica and I have been living
together as husband and wife, sharing the same bed and raising our own twin children,
for the last twenty years. We are deeply in love and totally committed to each
other and to the family created by that love. We are well aware of what our
friends, and the law, would say if our secret were exposed, but are determined that nothing will ever keep us apart.
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Even as children, Jessica and I had always been close. Our bond as twins was exceptionally strong. As a consequence we never developed strong friendships outside of our own house. We had become best friends and our classmates always felt like outsiders.
Otherwise, Jessica and I lived the same suburban lifestyle that most
siblings experience in the American Midwest. We cared deeply for each other, but in a completely innocent way. We were happy and secure in our lives with our future ahead of us.
Our eighteenth birthdays fell in early June, right before High School Graduation. As a gift to celebrate our ascension into adulthood, our folks gave us matching cars and offered to pay for whatever college we wished to attend. Life was good. Just a few weeks later, however, our lives would be changed forever.
Mom and Dad had gone out for a day trip together. I was in our driveway, washing my new Mustang, when a police car pulled up. I don't fully rber their exact words, but they told me that both of our parents had died in an accident only a few miles from our home. The news struck me with a giant
thud.
I argued with them that they must be mistaken, I had just seen them leave only an hour before. It was then that Jessica appeared. Where I had reacted with anger and disbelief, she understood the gravity of the situation immediately. I will never be able to forget her pained, hysterical screams at hearing the
dreadful news.
The next few days were a blur of pain and sorrow. Only then did Jessica and I find out just how alone we really were. We had no other family. No grandparents to comfort us, no aunts or uncles to give us words of support in our time of need. Our own special relationship had gotten in the way of whatever friendships we might have started with others. Friends that would have otherwise been able to help us deal with our grief. At their funeral, only a few of our parent's friends and coworkers came to pay their last respects.
Mom and Dad were wealthy and had made plans for our security in the event that something happened to them. As a result, Jessica and I inherited a great deal of money. Enough to be sure that we would want for nothing. But they could not have predicted how much we needed the love which they could no longer give us.
On the night that our new lives began I was laying on my bed feeling the weight of my grief. It was the Fourth of July and the neighborhood was preparing for their Independence Day celebrations. The whole idea filled me with bitterness. Independence was the last thing I wanted to celebrate.
Jessica had been showering in the Jack and Jill bathroom we shared. After she finished, I
could hear her crying softly. It was a sad, lonely sound that penetrated my own morose feelings and brought out my concern for her. I knocked on the door and softly called her name.
"Jessica, are you okay? Do you need anything?"
I waited for a few moments but was answered only by more quiet sobs. I opened the door and saw Jessica curled up in the corner with a towel wrapped around her body. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
"I miss them soo much James, I miss them so much."
"I know. I do to."
I didn't know what else to say so I walked over and sat next to her. She leaned into me and I put my arms around her for comfort. We stayed there for a long while, holding each other and rbering better days. Eventually she stopped crying and relaxed fully against me. She had her head buried in my shoulder.
“I'm so afraid of being alone. Promise me you'll always be there for me James. Promise me..."
“I will Jess, We are family. Never forget that."
She felt very weak in my arms and, not wanting to leave her on the cold floor, I gathered her up and carried her to her bed. When I laid her down, the towel around her loosened, exposing her hips and thighs. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Jessica was. We may have been twins, but we look nothing alike. Whereas is I am over six feet tall with strong features and brown eyes, Jessica is barely over five feet and has the most incredible green eyes I have ever seen. Although I confess that I had, since graduation, fantasized about her, I never thought to pursue any of these fantasies. I believe that most young men who are lucky enough to live in a house with a beautiful sister will have experienced the same lewd desires that had gone through my head, but I would never have dreamed that any of them might soon come true. But once we had lost our parents, prior to this particular day, such thoughts
had been banished from my mind.
Still, there were times during those few short weeks when I would see her in a skimpy bikini, tight shorts, or a thin top with no bra underneath and I would find myself steeling glimpses of her and how her body had developed. Never the less, she was my sister and that's how I thought of her. It had all been completely innocent, but now, looking down at her long toned
legs and wonderfully curvaceous hips, I was taken aback at how alluring and sexy she really had become. She didn't seem to notice that she was partially exposed.
When she rolled over onto her back I could see her wispy pubic hair under the towel. I tried to look away, to make it seem as if I hadn't been starring at her. All at once, I was barrassed and ashamed. Good Lord, I thought, this is my sister I'm looking at! I shifted my gaze to her face, trying to act natural and brotherly. I hoped desperately that she hadn't noticed my weakness, or the erection growing inside my sweat pants! I started to turn away, intending to leave the room and the illicit temptation I was feeling when she took hold of my hand.
"James, you don't have to go. Please stay, I can't stand being alone right now!"
When she took my hand, her towel opened almost to her up to her breasts, but still she acted as if she didn't notice or care if I, her own brother, could see her naked body. I was caught completely off balance and didn't know how to react. Part of me wanted to bolt from the room, to forget the thoughts I was having, but a growing desire to see where this played out demanded I stay. I just stood there, lusting for my sister and feeling like a dirty little boy. When she tugged on my hand and pulled me onto the bed next to her I didn't resist.
Jessica turned over onto her side with my chest against her back with only that damn towel and my own sweat pants separating us. She pulled my arm over her and laid my hand between her breasts. To my shame I was as aroused I had ever been. She was a vulnerable, stunningly beautiful young woman. My body no longer cared if we were twins, I was as hard as I could possible get.
Up to now I had been keeping my hips away from her, but she scooted closer to me and pressed her perfectly shaped ass right against my cock. For long moments neither of us spoke, Slowly Jess started to lightly move herself against my erection, until it was pressed firmly into the crack of her ass. Even as naive as I was, I knew that there was no way she didn't know what was happening! I was so frightened, afraid that our special bond would be destroyed by a foolish impulse, that I didn't dare move a muscle.
Fortunately Jessica suffered no such qualms. Feeling the trbles that passed through me she decided to make her intentions clear to even my confused mind. She opened the towel and placed my hand directly on her breast.
"It's okay James, you can touch me. If you want to..."
I didn't know what to say. Before this night, she had always just been my twin sister. Now, feeling her silken skin under my fingertips, I knew that our relationship had fundamentally changed. I gently fondled her breasts. Her brown areoles stood out starkly against her alabaster white skin, I watched her nipples harden into thick nubs as I rubed my palm over them. I began playing my fingers up and down her body, keeping my touch feathery light.
She shifted onto her back again and silently held my gaze. At that singular moment, we dared ourselves to push beyond the boundaries of family and into the realm of lovers. I leaned down and our lips found each other in the most amazingly passionate kiss I had ever experienced. She was my sister, but I wanted her desperately.
My concern was that she was only offering herself to me because of a feeling of insecurity and loss. I had to say something to let her know I loved her as a brother. I did want to make love to her, but only if she was absolutely sure.
"Jessica, I love you. I always have and I always will. You don't.....we don't have to do this, I'm not going to leave you."
She ran her hand over me, feeling my hardness through the soft material of
my sweat pants. She held me in her small hands, exploring my length. Her voice
was a nervous whisper.
"I've never touched one before." She sat up on her knees, still gently stroking me through my pants. She looked up at me again.
"A lot of boys have asked me out James, but I never wanted any of them. None of them interested me. You have had my love for as long as I can rber. I never really knew what that meant, but I do now. You’re the only man I will ever desire, the only one I could ever love."
I was touched to the core by her sentiment and wrapped my arms around her nude form. I realized that my love for my sister had never been so powerful.
She rested her head on my chest.
“I've saved myself for the right man, now I know that man is you, even if you are my brother. Maybe that makes me a sick, horrible person, but I don't care. I want you to be my first and only lover.”
“Please don't turn me away James, I couldn't bare it."
Tears were running down her face by then and I felt my own tears welling up in my eyes. I lifted her chin and kissed her once again. I had thought that she was probably a virgin, but hearing her say it, knowing that I was going to be her first, had my heart pounding so fast I thought I might faint right there!
Jessica lifted my shirt and pulled it over my head. I stood up next to the bed to remove my pants but she held my hand to stop me.
"James, let me do it."
She slipped off the bed and knelt at my feet. Pulling my pants down, She took hold of my bare penis.
"Holy cow James, it's beautiful. It feels so......alive!" Taking hold of it she began stroking it slowly.
"It feels so hot".
She appeared mesmerized by it and, inch by inch, moved closer until her lips brushed against the head. She rubed it over her cheeks and kissed it lightly, leaving a tiny wet spot on the head of my mber.
She was driving me wild with desire and I was afraid that I would cum right in her face. When she opened her mouth and slid it over me I moaned loudly.
"Ooo yea sis, that’s soo fuckin' good!"
I brought my hands to her head and guided her motions, sliding my cock in until she could take no more and then withdrawing. After a few moments she settled on the slow pace I had set and sucked me with long steady strokes. Soon I had come to the end of my control.
"Jessica stop, stop or I'm not gonna be able to hold back!"
Jessica sucked me for a few seconds more then pulled her mouth off of my glistening wet rod.
"I'm not afraid of letting you cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. But that can wait."
She lay back down on the bed and guided my prick toward her virgin pussy.
"Please, make love to me James. Take me and make me yours."
For a moment, I considered asking her to wait while I retrieved a condom from my room, but truthfully, at that moment I was willing to take the chance that she might get pregnant. She certainly didn't seem concerned. As it turned out later she wanted to have a baby with me.
As I lay between her slim thighs, I marveled again at her youthful beauty. She was lean and athletic, yet soft and delicate. I gently kissed her again, this time trailing my kisses down her neck. She wrapped her arms around me as I nibled her tender flesh. My hardness almost throbed with need, but I knew she had never been penetrated before. I was going to make her First Time be as wonderful and as painless as I could.
I slowly kissed my way down to her firm titties. When my mouth first sucked on one of her hardened buds her back arched off the bed
"Oh God James, that feels so nice."
Her breathing was becoming heavier and her body felt hot, almost fevered under me. I continued kissing and playing with her shapely breasts for a time, but I could tell she was becoming frustrated, wanting more. I kissed my way down her belly and finally down to her moist pussy.
"James, what are you going to....are you gonna kiss me there?!"
"Mmm yes I am. Trust me, your gonna love this!"
When my tongue flicked out and slid over her clit she almost screamed in pleasure. I began licking and nibling at her virginity and her hips began gyrating around. She tasted fresh and sweet. My tongue swirled and probed, caressing her most private of places. I became lost in our heated passions. Passions that we were both being consumed by. Jessica ran her hands through my thick hair, guiding me to the spots that gave her the greatest of pleasures. I gazed up at her and watched as she tweaked and pulled at her own hardened nipples.
Caressing her hips and thighs, I tried to go slowly, letting the feeling build within her. I could hear her breathing becoming deeper and felt her legs tense and flex at the pleasure of having her sex kissed so intimately. Within just a few minutes, her body tensed and jerked as she was enveloped by the first orgasm she ever experienced at the hand of another.
I knew the time had come and I could wait no longer. I moved up between her shaking thighs and rubed the head of my cock into the wetness of her cunt.
"Jessica, are you sure this is what you want? I'm your brother. We will never be able to take this back."
She opened her smoldering eyes. There was a fire within her, a hunger that would not be dissuaded.
"Yes, I've wanted this for soo long.... I want you so badly it hurts."
She reached between us and guided my cock to her unviolated entrance.
"Put it in me, I need to feel you inside me now!"
God help me I could no longer resist. I pushed in until the head of my cock slipped inside and bumped her barrier. She winced at the sudden contact and locked her ankles around my legs.
"I don't care if it hurts James. Don't stop. Make love to me."
I pumped a few times, just coating the tip of my solid cock with her moistness. My own precum was leaking and I was soon wet enough to slide in easily. I pushed forward hard, feeling her hymen snap as I slid deeply into her channel. She cried out in momentary pain and then accepted me into her womanhood.
The feeling of being inside her was indescribable. She was soaking wet, but incredibly tight. Her newly opened pussy griped me wonderfully. I leaned down on her body and kissed her while I started thrusting in and out. She held me close to her with her arms and legs, encouraging me to ride her to ecstasy.
"Oh yes James, you feel soo good inside me, you feel so good!"
She moaned loudly as I hit bottom and started bucking her hips up to meet my thrusts. We soon found our rhythm and bolts of pleasure shot through us.
Night had fallen and her room was suddenly illuminated be the exploding rockets from the celebrations outside. We were startled for a moment, overcome by the ironic appropriateness of the spectacle. The fireworks outside highlighted the love we were sharing and signaled the release of our sorrows. It seemed as if we had found Nirvana.
I soon started moving in her again, slowly and gently. Her hands caressed my back each time I slid forward. The look on her beautiful face was burned into my memory forever. Her green eyes held mine, as if she could see directly into my soul. Her mouth opened, her head thrown back slightly as if she could barely take the intensity of the moment. It was the look of rapture, of ultimate love.
Jessica rolled me onto my back, somehow managing to keep me buried inside. She began riding me, driving my lance deeper and deeper into her slit. We moved as one, reveling in the intensity of our lovemaking. When she spoke, it was as if her inner soul were bearing itself to me. The deepest sort of honesty one never shares with another.
"Love me James, you’re my brother and my love."
Her yearning tunnel pulled and squeezed on my cock as she gyrated her hips against me. Her movements became harder and more powerful as she bore down on me. I was speechless at this point, the sight of her lean, athletic body writhing and grinding upon me was mesmerizing. I cupped her breasts in both my hands and rolled her nipples in my fingers. My touch on her breasts sent her over the brink. Her thighs tightened around my hips and her whole body went ridged. Jessica threw her head back and moaned loudly as her orgasm crested. I could feel her contractions squeezing me as she came.
Finally, she collapsed on my chest. It was absolutely amazing. My arousal at this point was uncontrollable. I was about to roll her over again, determined to fuck her as hard as I could, but she stopped me with a deep, passionate kiss. When she rose up again, I could see the desperate hunger in her eyes. She started to ride me hard, her fingernails digging into my chest.
"Cum for me James, cum inside me and let me feel like a women should feel. I want it so badly. Oh my god, I'm fucking my own brother and I love it!"
Her words and the incredibly tight feeling of her newly opened vagina were too much for me to resist any longer. I grabed hold of her shapely hips and held her down upon me as I came, flooding her deepest recesses with my seed, the illicit seed of her own brother. It was the most erotic and exciting moment I have ever experienced even up to this very day.
Afterward, Jessica curled up in my arms and we held each other in the afterglow of our bliss until morning. We slept together the next night and every night hereafter. We eventually moved into the master bedroom and soon after conceived our own twin girls in the very same bed that we, ourselves, were conceived in eighteen years before.
Once Jessica told me she was pregnant, we decided to sell that house and
move to San Francisco. It was a chance to start anew, where nobody would know us. Where we could live as husband and wife without anyone suspecting the true nature of our relationship.
Our own girls are twenty years old now. They are both healthy and beautiful. We have never told them the truth about us, but if they do find out one day we will tell them that we love each other and this is the life that brought us happiness. We can only hope that they will understand.
MY NEW YOUNG MAID
She alway wore that panty too tight, so this hand turned me on, until I ripped it off her.
My new young maid
This story I'm gonna tell you is a true one. Mi name is Mark, I was 22yo at the moment but experienced enough to accomplish sex without problems. It was now a few days since my mom had kicked out the maid, a mature lady who made all the housework for us, but my mom had decided to hire a new one instead. I still don't know what reasons she had to send away this woman and she hadn't talked to me either about her decision, so I ignored completely how old the new maid was or who she was, indeed, when that morning, Monday, somebody rang the door bell exactly at 12:00 o'clock. I wasn't aware of this new maid coming at this time, today. I opened the door for her only to see this long haired gorgeous girl, a baby, standing there at the door step, and she indeed was the owner of such tremendous, incredible body that I swear I've never seen one like this before.
I also was able to see a well cast, nice shaped body contour, for she was wearing the right dress at the moment, a transparent one, which glued to her body letting see more of her. Of course, she also showed nice tits big enough for a man to be satisfied. She, definitely looked so perfect…
This angel begins to tell me she had come here because she would be the new maid, now that my mother had hired her recently. I showed her in so she stepped in and said hi o my younger brothers who were in the living room. My mom started a conversation about what to clean, how, and the like.
No doubt this chick was too good and this made me to think that I should fuck her the next minute, so I began to wonder how and when the chance for this. I had to find the most suitable place and time to lay her in my own house.
As days passed my brothers were no longer at home for the day -mean they were gone. One of them was with a friend doing some errands, while the other was at school, and my parents shopping in the supermarket.
Well, I was alone now at home and it is not difficult to guess this would be my chance as I spotted this gorgeous maid going up the stairs heading for my room to do the cleaning there. I found an excuse to go up and pretended I'd have to look for something, so I rushed to get to the bottom of the stairs and began to look upwards to see the nice round ass cheeks, so perfect due to her panties too stick to her buttocks while she was progressing half way through the stairs.
She was already in my bed room in her duties so I was now planning how to get her, but my main worry was to figure out how her reaction would be as I showed there like the rapist. Would she begin to fight back, or she would give in immediately to my claims?
I was too turned on now so I had to come up with a decision now: to go up there pretending I was looking for some stuff I had forgotten in the room. She was already done with my bed making, and was now cleaning the floor, and arranging my belongings which I had left scaterred all over the room. At the instant I got in, she was in the small bath room in the corner cleaning the toilet. That's why she was bent over now showing me the enormous and beautiful ass, but unconscious of my presence there standing behind her. I didn't know when and how to get her.
Well, I tried to catch control over this situation and began to make my move at once, already prepared and standing by for what would come ahead: I got my hard rod out or my pants to feel the fresh breeze on it. I began to jerk off a little bit for my rod to get in shape and got closer to her, slowly, to get situated exactly behind her, and suddenly took her strongly by the neck from behind. As she was caught got by this surprise she screamed at me: "But what are you doing? let me alone!!
I whispered to her ear: "Stay put, coz I'm gonna rip that beautiful ass of yours now."
The girl tried to get away desperately trying to free my grip off her hand loose and saying: "Please, don't do this, I've never been fucked by my ass."
This got me even more turned on and I grabed her by the hair pulling it from the back and drawing her down until her head was pressed to the basin but this caused her to bend over even more, showing me a more fabulous buble ass , set tight into the blue panty which she always wore since she had began to work working in my house.
I wanted some action, so as a warm up, I began to touch her ass above the tense and firm panty, and began to poke one of my fingers between her legs to touch, pat and stroke her cunt already warm, and began to jerk off by brushing my rod against her ass crack for a good minute. She was almost crying begging aloud not to fuck her but I was resolute and certain about this, for I was already sliding off her panty with one hand to her knees while the other hand grabed her hair firmly, pulling her all the way down to keep her pressed hard against the basin.
I began to take off her panty brusquely and harshly saying: "This nice ass will be no longer virgin and I'm gonna take good care of it now, you, damn bitch!"
My hard rod looked like blue steel, I took it with one hand, grabing it firmly, my hand gripped around the shaft, and I began to run the head along her ass crack. My cock head had redden by the arousal I was feeling, and didn't waist time to slamm her with one bang, digging into her ass, to begin to bang her from this on. Her loud screams from pain and pleasure at the same time could be heard around the house and I suppose it could reach to the outside too. I banged her in and out vastly while she moaned but this was only a sign of pleasure, enjoyment and happiness which mounted inside her. I told her into her ear: "You damn bitch, take this, you deserve this because nobody was asking you to bring that nylon panty here so tight as you always wear it. You kept on showing me that round ass and this turned me on, didn't you know it, bitch?" I said in the middle of the spur.
After so many slams and pushes into her sphincter, she screamed:
"Aaaaahhhhh, ohhhhhh" At this moment I spurt a big cum which flooded her ass. I grabed her black straight hair and without loosing my grip on her, I began to pull strongly dragging her out of the bath room. I quickly took her out of the bath room and made her bend over the desk while my other hand searched under her shirt, touching and stroking her tits.
I parted her ass cheeks using my right knee while she gave in a little to my claims. I never let my other hand go off her black long hair, to keep her from running away. Slowly poked my rod into her wet cunt by her juices to feel her swelled vagina lips which made me think she was ready for sex. My rod got in and out of her wildly while she moaned from pleasure: "Aaaaaah, yessss, oh, yessssss, yes, like that, I like it, please more, harder, harder, please give me more!" she begged and spur me on to thrust her hot vagina.
I bent over her back to feel the contact of her young skin against mine while going into her slowly. At this precise moment I had decided to change the cadence. I was surprised as she said she wanted to taste my rod, so I took it out of her cunt, dripping cum, turned her around by pulling her hair, as usual, I got her down in front of my rod and she swallowed it immediately. The penis looked like disappearing inside her mouth, where she kept on sucking to milk the last drop of cum which finally filled her mouth.
As she was finished, dropped and reclined on the floor next to me. We both were exhausted from so many sex. 34 minutes later, I noticed she was standing up and had began to compose her shirt but didn't worry about putting back her panty, which was laying next to her on the floor. This lingerie was torn and shaby when my desperate hands pulled it off her hurriedly.
I got to my feet immediately because I wanted more sex from this girl, so I pushed her down on her four. I told her I'm not yet done with you and grabed her two hands, put them together and tied it with my stockings, the other end to the bed leg. This reminded me that movie from Madonna "The evidence". I took her by the waist with both hands and pulled her in the ass up position. I proceeded to spread her legs wide to find out what possible point to aim at her anus where I would begin to work now, her shirt was in the way so I tore the fabric, ripping it open and pushed my cock head forward, slammed it inside her wholly with one single blow.
I heard loud quenched yells to denie or denounce she was feeling pain, but she only wanted me to stop by saying my rod would be too much for her tight asshole. I kept slamming her until I cum inside her ass. I suppose my cum emptied completely within her ass as I jet my spurt of liquids.
I proceeded to loose the knot in the bed leg while she showed an exhausted face, yet a little angry and said: "You see what you've done to me, you damn motherfucker!!" My answer came up quickly: she wouldn’t give me away, and nobody should know about this or my mother would kick her out. Besides, there was no bad story to tell provided she had enjoyed it so much.
Our chat was over as she told me it was time to leave. She had to mend her skirt before leaving -I had left an open crack on it. At this precise moment I handed her my mother's shirt, which was awaiting for laundry. She put it on and accepted to return it the next day. I slapped her ass cheeks to dismiss her saying "see you tomorrow, baby." This made her laugh!
THE END
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The Yellow Dress - Exploration of the Femme Psyche
Young man's journey into the world of the transgendered
I have spent countless hours pondering just what caused my attraction to female clothes. My confession is not to being transgendered, but I am a product of my environment. That is to say "I am" whatever I feed myself. Shall I continue in shame? Never may that be! But I am accountable. Shall I feel bad upon my guilt? And I say not! For I have fed myself in ignorance...
Age 5... exploration of the femme Psyche. In Kindergarten at playtime I would quickly assume the dominant female role while playing house. But this internal question would yet lay dormant until age 9...
The Yellow Dress
I lived with my mother and father in an apartment in Denver, Colorado. Our complex was huge and each building was indoor due to the extremely cold winters. One year at Halloween I was trick or treating and I noticed a line of kids at a door. They were being led in two by two and exiting the same way. Everyone that came out was half-soaked in water and laughter echoed from within the apartment. So out of curiosity I got in line and waited to see what was going on.
As I got closer I noticed two beautiful girls ushering in kids. One had a slight tan; brown hair and blue eyes and her roommate had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a freckled complexion. I would guess, looking back, that they were both about twenty years old. When I finally got to go in I was taken to the kitchen; they had an old metal tub filled with water and doughnut hanging above it on a string. Each kid was blindfolded and had his hands tied behind his back. Then while on their knees they would attempt to eat the doughnut off the string without getting wet. If successful, they got to reach into a large grab bag for their surprise but they actually let everyone reach in. Since I had gotten there late most of the other kids had already gone home so I was one of the last kids.
By the time it was my turn they ran out of doughnuts. The two other kids reached into the grab bag and just ran off in a mad rush to get more candy before they went home. The brunette had a shocked look on her face as I stepped up to get my surprise. She frantically yelled at her best friend "Lisa!" Lisa turned around answering as she shut the front door "Yeah, what is it Joy?" Joy smiled slightly to comfort me "we're out of grab bags..." Lisa turned looking at me and said "Hold on, okay?" I nodded yes and she and Joy ran into her bedroom. I was left standing there not sure what to do as I listened to their whispering. Finally after awhile they returned with smiles on their faces and told me their names and I told them mine.
Lisa walked me to the living room and asked me if I had to be home at a certain time. I said "about ten o'clock." It was getting kind of late so she asked me for my telephone number. As I recited my number to her I could hear clanging in the kitchen. Lisa called my parents and asked if I could stay at their house to play Halloween games. My dad complied and Lisa said she would take me home to make sure I got there safe. Then Joy ran out of the kitchen and asked "do you like banana splits?" "Yes!" I replied. "Good!" she said "I'll make you one, it will only take a moment." I nodded okay and both of them disappeared into the kitchen. After we finished our ice cream, Joy went to her room. Lisa told me that she and Joy both felt really bad for not having enough surprises but I said it was okay. It really was.
When Joy came back out she only wore a waist high nightie with matching panties. It was an off white and shiny satin, trimmed with broidery. I couldn't take my eyes off of her panties; I had never seen a girl dressed like that. Lisa and Joy both giggled at me. Lisa then grabed my hand pulling me up "C' mon I better get home or your parents will kill me and they don't even know me!" I could only consent but I really wanted to stay and keep staring at Joy's panties. As Lisa led me out the front door Joy yelled to me "Tommy come back next Sunday around noon, okay?" As the door shut, I yelled, "I will!" Lisa drove to my building and walked me up to my apartment and hugged me goodbye. Yelling, " See ya next Sunday!" she ran out the door to her jeep and I went in.
I felt strange as I changed into my bedclothes. I then climbed into bed and shut off the light as I lay there my mind raced with images of the nights events. I ran through all the images in my head over and over, savoring the image of Joy's panties. I noticed details in memory that before I had never entertained, like Joy's smooth tan skin and the scent of her body. But I especially liked how the off white panties looked against her skin. I think I had an erection as I soon fell asleep thinking how I couldn't wait till next Sunday...
Sunday came and went and each Sunday thereafter I spent with Joy and Lisa. From October through March I continued to see them and they took me swimming, to the movies, the grocery store, parks in mountains and just hung out in their apartment. The more I hung out the more excited I got, especially when they took me to the hot tub. I would just stare at their bodies marveling at their smooth curves and how they moved. I loved the way their bikinis looked and would hug their vaginas, revealing their lips like a second skin. I watched them dress and undress, take baths and showers and put on make up. They would usually run around in their panties and I would stare at them hiding my little throbing penis. My penis was throbing so much it became raw.
One time I accidentally spilled grape juice on my pants and shirt. I was soaked through to my underwear. So Lisa told me to take my clothes off and soak them so they wouldn't stain. Joy ran and grabed me a towel and started the shower for me to rinse off so I wouldn't be sticky. As Lisa soaked my clothes in the kitchen sink, Joy grabed a cloth. Joy lathered the soap and began to bathe me. She told me to face the wall and she gently scrubed my back first. "Might as well get you clean," I became aroused as she ran the cloth slowly over my butt and. I was so barrassed I tried to hide my little erection. "Face me sweetie," she said as she prodded me to turn around. She washed my chest, arms, and my stomach quickly, avoiding my genitals. I was so excited I felt like my head was going to pop. She stared at my penis; " Well" she said, "you're clean." I stood frozen in fear and ecstasy as my penis tingled and slightly spasmed. I hoped she didn't notice but before I could do anything she said "Almost, anyway!" And she grabed my penis and stroked it lightly, then she rinsed the soap off. I just closed my eyes in disbelief that this was really happening to me. As I slowly opened my eyes, my little hard penis lay in Joy's hand. Looking up she smiled at me and said, "Let's dry you off and find you something to wear until your clothes are washed." Joy dried me off and wrapped the towel around me, kissing me lightly on the forehead. She told me to wait there until she came back with something for me to wear. She soon returned with a waist high off white satin nightie and matching panties.
I thought it a bit strange, her knowing I couldn't keep my eyes of them when she wore them in front of me. Some how I guess she knew, even if I didn't, that I secretly desired to wear them. It fit me like a full-length nightgown but she had to safety pin the panties so they would stay up. At first I felt wrong about wearing female attire but after a while it felt natural. Joy asked Lisa what she thought; she just smiled and said, "You look so cute."
Lisa suggested we play monopoly until my clothes were done, Joy and I agreed. As we played I periodically caught Joy looking at me and she seemed to touch me a lot. She mostly ran her fingers through my hair and as I recall now, she treated me like a little girl. Not long into the game Joy went to reposition herself as she did I noticed a wet spot in the crotch her of panties. The sensation of the satin fabric rubing against my throbing penis felt so good. Accompanied by the thought of wearing girls panties made it even better.
The night ended sooner than I wanted it to and Joy drove me home. She whispered softly "I had a good time Tommy." Smiling, I said " so did I." She wrapped her arms around me to hug me goodbye. She pulled me tight, pressing her breasts against me. "Good bye" she said as I climbed out of the car and shut the door. I waved bye as I watched her drive away. A week after Easter I went to visit Joy and Lisa like normal but this time it was everything but normal. I went to knock at the door and no one answered, so I knocked harder. The door slowly creaked open; I peeked around the door to see if someone was there. Seeing no one I yelled "Hello," And again "hello Joy!" No one answered so I pushed the door open further. As I quietly entered I heard a moan from Joy's bedroom. Curious, I cautiously made my way to the bedroom door and it was open. Leaning around the corner of the door, I peered in to see if Joy was alright. Joy and Lisa were pretzeled together on the bed. They were moaning, gasping, kneading each other as they were rotating their hips in a circular pattern. At first they seemed like they were in pain but as I watched I realized they were enjoying it. I made sure not to make any noise as I watched; the more I saw, the more my penis spasmed. After a little while, their breathing and moaning increased as they sped up their bump and grind. Joy almost let out a scream as Lisa moaned, collapsing on Joy. They lay there, out of breath. And so was I.
I didn't want them to know I watched them, so I quickly and quietly ran to the couch and waited for them to come out. My penis kept jumping wildly so I grabed a pillow and placed it on my lap to hide my erection. First Lisa peeked out into the living room and noticed me. I thought that she would be surprised but she only yelled, "Joy, Tommy's here!", and then ran into the bathroom. Joy then came out smiling at me and softly said " Hi sweetheart." I melted as my hidden penis throbed pressed against the pillow. Joy was wearing white silk bikini panties with a camisole top that you could see through. That didn't help my situation at all, my penis just kept throbing.
Joy sat next to me on the couch and wrapped her arms around me. Lisa then came out wearing a dark blue half shirt and light blue cotton panties. She came over and asked Joy if she still wanted to go to the mall. "Yeah!" Joy exclaimed running her fingers through my hair, "I need to get ready." As Joy went to get up her nipples brushed against me. Looking at them through the camisole I could see them and they looked hard and swollen. Joy ran off to shower and get ready to go shopping and Lisa leaned over grabing the pillow off my lap. "What are you hiding?" she asked as she felt for my little erect penis. After she squeezed it she rose to her feet, giggling "You like Joy, don't you?" Lisa then left the room to get ready, and I just sat there engulfed with excitement staring out the window watching the clouds. Finally Joy returned dressed in a casual white spring dress with white sandals and sat down next to me. "Tommy," she said, " would you like to go shopping with us?" I said "sure" and Joy responded, "Well we need to get you ready then. " Just then Lisa said, " yeah, we need to get you dressed." I looked at her strangely and she replied "You can't go like that." Lisa turned and went into Joys room and Joy stroked my hair and said "Lisa and I picked out an outfit for you."
Lisa stepped out holding a little yellow dress " See, do you like it?" Lisa asked. I began to get nervous and thought to myself, what if someone knows I'm a boy... Lisa fixed my hair as Joy painted my fingernails yellow to match the dress. My blonde hair was long enough to be put in pigtails and it felt weird. When they were done, Joy led me to the bathroom and told me take off my clothes. She rubed cream all over my body so that my skin would be soft like a girl. Joy paid extra attention to my little penis and it almost made me dizzy. I closed my eyes as I uncontrollably moaned. Holding my penis gently messaging it, she whispered into my ear "It's alright sweetie." Then she handed me a pair of little flowered silky panties and I put them on. The silky fabric made my little penis swell stuck straight out bouncing as it spasmed.
It seemed to get more intense; I had never felt this way before. I needed release but I didn't know there was such a thing. How much more could I handle, I thought as Joy helped me into the dress. It fit me perfectly and Joy called Lisa to come look. They made me spin around and act like a model. Then Joy took me to the room and stood me in front of her full-length mirror and said, "You look like such beautiful little girl." I did, I just stood there in shock, and you couldn't recognize me.
I was a little girl. I wore little matching tennis shoes and liked them. It felt so good to be a little girl, I felt free, I don't know how but I did. Soon we were off to the mall and I rode in the back of the jeep. It was such a nice day Lisa pulled the top down. The wind whispered under my dress reminding me of the silky panties I was wearing. From dressing room to dressing room, I watched them dress and undress and dress again. We joked and laughed together, simply having fun. As Lisa put it, "This is how girls live!", I forgot I was boy except for the constant throbing of my penis, it almost hurt. Joy took me into a dressing room to try on a skirt and as she did I couldn't take my eyes off her crotch. Her panties were really wet and that made them see through.
My now raw swollen penis tensed against the silky fabric of my panties. I groaned in my teasing pleasure, and thought, "What's happening?" I needed relief. I clutched my crotch a little. I almost forgot where I was but Joy rubed my shoulder and said in concern " oh sweetheart you need relief don't you?" I just looked and nodded yes. She then asked me to do her a favor and I asked "What?" She removed the skirt she was trying on and sat down pulling me closer. Looking at me desiringly she asked, "Will you touch me..." pointing to her vagina, "here?"
I almost fainted as blood rushed to my head in the extreme ecstasy. I couldn't believe this was happening, I was in shock as I slowly moved my hand forward. It was like I wasn't in control, like someone else was controlling me. Joy's nipples were hard and swollen in excitement as she leaned back on the bench. She tried to muffle her moans as she waited in the anticipation of my hand reaching its destination. I could feel the heat of Joy's vagina as her warm juices soaked the fabric of her panties. I closed my eyes and felt her warm juices and probed her vagina.
I explored like a blind person would a face, every inch. Joy continued to try and muffle her moans but it seemed that she couldn't control it either. I found that certain places affected her more than others She seemed to buck more and more against my hand so I opened my eyes to see what was happening. As I rubed the front of her vagina rhythmically, Joy arched her back gritting her teeth. She then whined "Oh Tammy, oh yes, yes Tammy!" Grunted collapsing in relief "thank you Tammy, Thank you sweetie." I helped her clean up and we made our way out of the dressing room.
As we quickly exited the shop we received many stares, I'm sure they heard us. Tammy kept fondling my knees on the home letting me know she hadn't forgot about me. My penis was so swollen and purple I thought this was torture. I leaned my head back moaning. I didn't care anymore it felt so good, I was losing myself to the pleasure. Lisa remained silent for most of the way home and the only thing she said is "We're home."
Joy held my hand all the way to the apartment. We went to the bedroom and she told me to lie down on the bed. She closed the door and said "Tammy sweetie I have another surprise for you." She opened a drawer pulling a nightie that matched my panties. All I could do at this point is moan as Joy undressed me and put my nightie on me. She then changed into her off white nightie and lay down next to me on the bed. She gently massaged my penis through the silky fabric as she whispered in my ear "Oh Tammy, just relax and let me take care of you sweetheart." I began to let go and let her do just that, I was in another world... Suddenly I woke up and Joy was gone, my penis was still throbing even though I fell asleep.
The door then came open and Joy came and said that I fallen asleep and that she had called my parents and told them I would be home by eight thirty. Joy told me it was six thirty and she was just waking me up to take bath. She led me to the bathroom and sat me on the toilet. Clutching my sore swollen penis, she knelt down and said " Just relax and enjoy this." Joy lightly messaged my testicles as she lifted my nightie up. She began to tongue my belly working her way to my thigh. I leaned my head and almost felt like crying. Joy then pulled back my little silky panties releasing my engorged purple penis. She slowly put it into her mouth and began to suck and knead my little prick. I felt a pressure engulf my entire body, like I was about to explode.
I began to hyperventilate as the pressure mounted. Joy wriggled her tongue around my little penis as a wave of ecstasy swept over my body. Joy stopped for just a moment and said "Go on baby, let it go." The she continued sucking me harder and harder. Flaming tingles pulsated through me as I shivered with excitement. My little penis tensed and released over and over as I began to shudder, grunting I fell into joy's arms. I tingled all over for thirty minutes as Joy held me in the bathtub. Joy helped me back into my boy clothes and told me how she would miss me. I regretted that I was a boy, I wanted to be little girl and stay with Joy forever. Joy took me home for what would be the last time; She kissed me good bye on the lips. We hugged for an eternity and I climbed out of her car. She waved goodbye and drove away. I saw them a couple more times but nothing ever happened. I soon moved away and I never saw Joy or Lisa again. I have since wondered what happened to Joy, but I guess I'll never know. I ask myself if she ever thinks of me...
I'm sure she does and I hope she knows how much I appreciate her. I have yet to top an experience like that, maybe that's why I'm still searching, searching for Joy...
