Date: Mon, 03 Oct 2005 16:10:41 -0400
From: Amara CD <lexi_001@hotmail.com>
Subject: a lost bet 7

As I sat there and tried to keep my breathing out of the panic range, I
continued reflecting on my options. After the first couple of minutes of
alternating between swallowing with my throat and swallowing with my ass,
I found a rhythm and pace that worked. But I didn't know how long I was
going to be able to hold out because I was really starting to feel full.
I had no idea how long Alex and Mark were gone, but I knew that if they
didn't come back soon, I'd have to hit the panic button simply because
I didn't want to drown. Already, with each turn of sucking on the
"straw", I felt water leaking out of the corners of my mouth. Finally,
when I didn't think I could take anymore and I felt like I was going to
explode and was on the verge of hitting the panic button, I heard Alex
and Mark coming down the stairs.

"Jo," Alex called out. "How ya doing?" As Alex moved around in front
of me he could see the strain I was under. "Whoa Mark. I think we came
back just in time. I think she's about to burst."

"Well, let's get her off of there before she does. I don't think Frank
and Tom would appreciate it if she ended up getting hurt through our
games." Mark moved to shut off the water pumping into my rear while Alex
shut off the water I was desperately swallowing. Alex gingerly removed
the penis gag and I coughed up a little water.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked.

I nodded, coughed again and squeaked out a "yes, but I REALLY need to go
to the bathroom."

Alex and Mark laughed at that, and Mark proceeded to lift me up off the
chair and put me over his shoulder. I groaned and felt the water sloshing
inside of me. Being on his shoulder only made me have to go to the
bathroom more. "Please hurry...I really have to go and I don't know I
can hold it in much longer." And with that statement, even as I clenched
my cheeks together as tightly as possible, I felt a few drops leaking
down my legs. Mark started walking with me towards the bathroom and Alex
followed. As soon as we got there, he set me down on the toilet.
Thankfully, my penis was already tucked so when I started to pee, it was
pointed in the right direction. My ass opened with the barest urging and
with an audible splash, I heard the water filling the bowl. I was visibly
relieved and Alex and Mark smiled at my apparent relief. While I sat
there, Alex undid the collar keeping my head in position and Mark started
to unbind my legs. Multiple types of relief started to flow through my
body. Every time I thought I was through though, more came out. Alex was
kind enough to untie my elbows, but he left my wrists bound together.
Finally, after a few minutes, I was through and Alex and Mark helped me
to my unsteady feet.

"Here we go," Mark encouraged as they walked me back into the playroom.
"We're expecting company in a few minutes." They sat me down on the
bed in the room and (finally) untied my wrists.

"Who's coming?" I asked. Mark slid my legs onto the bed and Alex
nudged my shoulders down towards the bed.

"Roll over," Alex gently commanded. I complied and the guys proceeded
to massage my arms and neck, legs and back. The feel of their strong
hands working out the kinks that had developed from being bound in so
many different positions almost sent me in to neural overload. I didn't
moan...I purred from the feeling and relished the sensations being wrought
on my body.

"To answer your question, a couple of ladies that we're familiar with
are bringing their new boy-toy by. When we told them about you, they were
absolutely insistent about coming by to meet you. I think they have an
idea to do to him what Frank and Tom did to you...and they want your
assistance." I abruptly looked up at Alex. "Relax and enjoy the
massage. After talking with Tom and Frank, we, and they, realize that
you've been on the receiving end of a most of these experiences...so to
speak. So Mark and I agreed that it would be a good break for you to be
on the other side of things for a little while. Are you okay with that?"

I closed my eyes and pondered his words for a minute. I wasn't sure what
was expected of me. "Tell me more. I mean, what do these ladies expect
me to do?"

"Well," Mark chimed in, "their new boy-toy is...a bit reluctant to try
new things. He loves having sex with them, I mean, they're hot and
bisexual, so what guy wouldn't love that? But they want more out of him.
They want him to understand what it feels like to be patient and
accepting of gentle touches and simple caresses. They want him to enjoy
the act of surrendering himself to someone else instead of always being
in control. They him to understand that by surrendering, he's actually
gaining more control. They want him to appreciate the feeling of being
penetrated, fucked, to the point of an earth-shattering, body-focused,
over-the-top orgasm."

"Basically," Alex interjected, "we told them about how much you've
come to enjoy your experience of being a girl...and we know about the
feminine type of orgasms you have. They're written all over your face
when you're riding someone's cock. I noticed it here. Frank and Tom
noticed when they were having sex with you. And everybody saw it at the
sex show (I blushed). Just open up and help this guy get a taste of what
could be."

I was still a bit nervous. "Am I expected to be some kind of dom or
something?"

"Not unless you want to," Mark responded. "We're not exactly sure
that the girls have done that with him yet, but if that's what you're
comfortable with, then yes. We'll be there to help as well. What do you
say?"

"Okay, I'm in," I replied...as if there was ever any doubt. "But
before they get here, can I have some clothes?"

We all laughed at that. Alex stopped rubbing my shoulders and neck as he
went over to the chest that I had been strapped to earlier. As Mark
removed what was left of my earlier outfit, Alex opened the chest and
pulled out a pink bustier with matching thong, a pink ruffled skirt, and
some matching pink and white skechers tennis shoes. As I put on the
outfit, I relished in its soft comfort. The skirt was light and caressed
my thighs and rear, and the bustier wasn't heavily boned so I had a lot
of flexibility and even some cleavage to show. And the tennis
shoes...after wearing heels for so long, I'd forgotten what really
comfortable low key shoes might feel like. The overall look was sporty,
yet sexy...and Alex pinched my butt as if to remind of how attractive he
thought I was. But I could see it in his face. And as I looked at Mark, a
similar look was written on his. Quickly, I leaned over to each one and
gave them a quick peck and said "when do our guests arrive?"

The ringing of the doorbell answered the question for me. The three of us
walked upstairs and headed towards the door to meet our guests. Alex was
the first one there and opened the door. "Hey Chantelle, Maria. How are
you?"

"We're good thank you. Hey Mark," Chantelle answered with a wave.
"And you, you must be Jo. Cute outfit." She reached out to shake my
hand and I shook hers back in a decidedly feminine fashion. I couldn't
help but check her out with her long black hair and honey-colored skin.
The jeans she was wearing clung to her in all the right places, and the
red t-shirt she was wearing accented her breasts quite nicely. As I
looked down, I saw that she had on matching red boots. It was a casual,
yet very sexy outfit.

"Nice to meet you Chantelle, and thanks," I responded. "And you
Maria." Maria smiled and shook my hand as well. I thought that she had
to be Latina with her soft round face and brown curls. She'd decided to
wear a long jean skirt with brown knee high boots and a white cashmere
turtleneck. These two ladies were working their outfits.

"This is Charles," Maria introduced the man standing behind them.
"Hi," was all he said as we ushered the three of them into the house.
He was probably about 5'10" and maybe 170 lbs. His dark brown skin was
accented by the grey sweater he was wearing over his jeans and boots. He
was handsome, but he looked a little uncomfortable.

"Please, come in and have a seat," Mark offered as Alex took their
coats and hung them in the closet. He led them to the living room (which
I hadn't seen yet), and we all took seats. I sat on the loveseat next to
Alex while Chantelle and Maria made themselves comfortable on the couch.
Charles sat down on the big chair and tried to be casual. Mark kept going
through the room towards the kitchen. "I've got some wine in here. Jo,
can you help me bring out the glasses."

"Sure," I replied as I popped up off the loveseat and went into the
kitchen. Mark had already set the glasses on the counter, so I picked up
four of them and walked them back into the living room. Mark followed me
in with the other two and the bottle of wine. As we set the glasses down,
he started to pour and I passed the glasses around. When everybody had
settled in and was sipping, he finally took a spot near the fireplace and
I settled back into the loveseat.

"Well, we're glad you all decided to come through," Alex said.
"Everything been going well?"

"Oh yes," Maria replied. "Chantelle and I have been having a great
time together. We still miss you guys though. How long are you in town?"

"Just another couple of days. Then we head back to the city."

"Did Elise and Gina come?" Chantelle asked.

"Yep, they're hanging out Frank and Tom, the guys who came up here with
Jo," Alex responded.

"Well, tell them we said `Hi' and we'll call them later," Chantelle
responded. "Now Jo, you've got to tell us how all this came to be. I
mean, have you always been a crossdresser or was this something new? Are
you bisexual, gay, straight? What's it like for you?"

"Alright, alright," I laughed in response. "Slow down and I'll try to
answer all your questions. It all started with a bet..." I started off by
relaying the details of my story...how Frank and Tom had basically turned
me into their plaything, the things we'd done along the way, and how
we'd come to meet Alex, Mark, Gina, and Elise. Chantelle and Maria
listened with rapt attention, occasionally taking a sip of wine, laughing
at times, and appearing to get aroused at others as they licked their
lips at the images of me being skewered and caressed danced in their
heads. Finally, I finished telling the facts of my experience and started
delving into the other side...the emotional and psychological experiences.

"...It's been a real interesting experience. I never would have
imagined that I'd find myself in this situation, let alone find myself
enjoying it. But once I started to loosen up and go with the flow, it got
to be quite a bit more enjoyable."

"So, now that you're here, what would you consider your sexuality to
be?" Chantelle returned to her previous question.

"You know Chantelle, I've been asking myself that same thing. The
quickest answer is that I consider myself to be bisexual. But it's not
necessarily that simple. The truth is, I think that I'm very much
straight. When I'm in my day to day environment, I'm very heterosexual.
I love women. I love being with them, talking with them, having sex with
them, tasting them, loving them...I just love women. I walk down the
street and imagine what it would be like to be with this one or that one.
I also engage in very stereotypically male behaviors...I like sports, love
technology, appreciate fast cars and motorcycles, and all that stuff." I
paused to take a sip of wine and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed
Charles listening closely while trying to appear like he wasn't being
sucked into my story. "But when I'm dressed as a woman and hanging out
with Frank and Tom, or Alex and Mark, I enjoy being treated like a woman.
I was really uncomfortable at first because I was worried about being
read as a man in a dress. But with Frank and Tom's urging, I started to
go with the `act', for lack of a better word. The more I let myself
just relax and be treated like a woman, the more I was able to naturally
emulate feminine behaviors, and the more a latent sexiness came out. I
felt desirable...but in a different way from when I was in my
`masculine' mode. I saw other guys checking me out, and sure, some of
them probably read me as a man, but nobody acted any differently. For the
most part, I've been accepted and treated as a woman wherever we've
gone. Granted, it's only been to a few places, but it's been good. And
sexually, well...I'm not gonna lie. Being on the receiving end took some
getting used to. I really struggled with it at first. But as I started to
learn to surrender myself to the feelings and not get caught up in who
was doing what to whom, I started to feel more pleasure. It's like I was
given permission to be vulnerable, to be sexy, to be a woman. I stopped
looking at things as `being fucked by OTHER men' and started looking at
it as `being fucked BY men'. It was, and is, a subtle distinction but
it works for me. I'm not necessarily attracted to guys, no more so than
before...but when I'm dressed as woman, I can enjoy having sex with them.
I just happen to be a woman with a little extra. I don't know...does that
make any sense?"

I looked around at my audience and could see Chantelle and Maria nodding
their heads. Even Alex and Mark seemed to understand what I was saying.
Charles still looked skeptical, but if I understood correctly, he was
going to have to get over it...or leave, I suppose.

"Here's another question for you Jo," Maria said. "Have you ever had
sex with another woman while dressed as a woman?"

"Not yet I haven't," I replied. "Why, are you offering?" We all
laughed.

"Maybe...probably," she responded. "I'm feeling a bit turned on...but
don't want to go there just yet. Tell me, what do you think it would be
like for you to have sex with a woman while dressed?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know. I guess it would probably feel more
like a lesbian thing to me. For some reason or the other, in my head,
there's a real distinction between the male and female roles and the
attire associated with each. I mean, if I were with another man who was
also dressed as a woman, it would probably feel more like two women
together than two men. Maybe it's just that societal double-standard
that women can be affectionate, and we praise them for being bisexual,
while men are limited in their options. Sorry guys." I winked as I said
that and Alex and Mark laughed.

"It's okay, we understand," Mark said. "Actually, even for us being
with you dressed as you are. We don't look at you and see a man in a
dress. We see a woman...period. The fact that you still have a penis
doesn't dissuade the image. It's just another part of you to be touched
and played with."

Chantelle was nodding her head, almost unconsciously. Then she looked at
Charles who had been silent the entire time. "Charles, what do you
think? After everything that Jo just said...how do you feel about it?"

Charles looked startled by suddenly being the center of attention. He
cleared his throat before answering. "I don't know Chantelle. It's a
lot to take in. And my thoughts and feelings are two different things. I
feel nervous. I think and wonder about my own sexuality if we go through
with this. I admit, Jo you did an excellent job explaining things,
although I'll probably have some other questions later on. Still, I like
your conceptualization of sexuality. It's a good rationalization that,
honestly, not everyone is going to accept. But I get it. And I can admit
to some curiosity. Still," and he turned back to Chantelle, "are you
sure this is what you want? For me to dress and be a woman?"

"Not all the time baby," Chantelle reassured him. "...Just sometimes.
And I think that it will only enhance things between you, me, and Maria.
It's not like we're out to hurt you. We do care about you and want you
to feel included, but we...no, I need you to let yourself go. Let yourself
feel things that will make our bedroom adventures sooooo much more
enjoyable." There was a gentle pleading in her eyes that was echoed by
Maria's. I got the distinct impression that Charles was not merely a
boy-toy as Alex and Mark had suggested. He seemed to be more of a
boyfriend who happened to be dating two lesbians. But with the
opportunity to join them on an even deeper level, I didn't see how he
could turn them down. I understood his angst though because, obviously,
I'd gone through a similar process. What I thought was great for him,
however, was that he was being given a choice as to whether or not he
wanted to participate, whereas in my situation, it had been basically
forced on me and I then chose to adapt to it.

I suppose my thoughts must have been written on my face because out of
the corner of my eye, I saw Mark make a small gesture to Alex. Alex then
turned towards me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Hey Jo, what's the
matter?"

"Nothing, nothing," I quickly replied. "Just thinking about some
things."

"What things?" Maria asked.

"Oh, just...my situation," I said as I moved some strands of my wig
behind my ear. "I guess being here and talking about everything and
thinking about Charles' `opportunity' has me thinking about some
things that I want to discuss with Frank and Tom."

"Go on," Chantelle encouraged.

"Well, I was just thinking that one of the main differences between my
experience and Charles' is that he's being given a choice, when my
choice was really more of a forced decision. I don't know...I guess...I
mean, I've adapted to the situation and even come to accept it and enjoy
it. But still, I kind of envy you, Charles, because you're being invited
to explore something different. You're not having it forced on you. I
understand that you still may have some reluctance and whatnot, and maybe
that's the challenge. Since I was kind of forced to do it, in some ways
it made it more okay because I wasn't the one in control. If I did
something that I wouldn't have otherwise done, I could always
rationalize it and say `I did it because they made me do it.' But for
you, you're making a conscious decision as to where you want to go and
what you want to do." I realized that I'd been rambling for a couple of
minutes, so I tried to stop and pull myself together. "Just ignore me.
I'll talk to Frank and Tom about `my stuff' later on. For now, the
question is to you Charles: what are you going to do? I promise that if
you decide to go through with it, we'll try to make it as interesting
and enjoyable for you as possible. So...?"

And with that, the attention was effectively shifted away from me and
back to our star of the moment. Charles was faced with a decision that
would invariably affect his life from this point on. We could all see the
internal struggle that he was facing, but as I looked around the room, I
could see that he was not the only one with stuff on his mind. Chantelle
looked hopeful, as did Maria. Alex and Mark seemed to alternate between
approval, curiosity, and resistance. I knew that they'd go for it though
seeing as how they'd already enjoyed my pleasures and treasures. I think
their reticence stemmed from actually being involved in the
transformation process. Of course, for me, I was still coming to grips
with what I would suggest if Charles said yes. Mentally, I was revisiting
all the things that Frank and Tom had had me do and trying to modify
those past actions to make them more...sensitive to Charles' situation.

Finally, after a few moments of silent deliberation, Charles lifted his
wine glass and took a sip to calm his nerves. "Okay. I'm in. I care
about you two too much to not give this a shot," he said while looking
at Chantelle and Maria. Immediately, they both started beaming and the
mood in the room lightened significantly.

"Now the fun begins," Alex surmised with a smile. "What should we do
first?"

I jumped in and said "first things first...a shave. Ladies, why don't
you handle that? That way you can decide how much hair you want to leave
him with. Gentleman, you're with me...we're going back to that magic
chest of yours to pick out a suitable outfit for Charles' coming out
party." I clapped my hands and got a bunch of "yes ma'am's" and
"yes sir's" from the comedians I was working with. There were smiles
all around, and even Charles looked like he was getting caught up in the
moment. I hoped he'd continue to feel that way as the evening
progressed.

After the ladies took Charles off to the bathroom, Alex and Mark led me
back downstairs so we could see what outfits might be available in the
trunk.

"Sorry, I forgot something upstairs," I said once we got down there.
"Start pulling outfits out, but give me a minute to ask Chantelle
something first." The guys nodded and I scampered back up the stairs.

"Chantelle, can you come out here for a minute?" I called through the
bathroom door. I stood patiently waiting for her to stick her head out.
Once she did, I asked "was there anything in particular that you wanted
us to have ready for Charles? Any outfits you wanted to see or anything
like that?"

She paused for a minute pondering how she wanted to answer the question.
She glanced over her shoulder to watch Maria's efforts at shaving
Charles and then turned back to me. "Something cute...like a sundress
with a pair of flats...and a short wig, if they've got one." I nodded
and shooed her back into the bathroom. With a smile of gratitude she
turned and went back to the two loves of her life.

As I made my way back downstairs, I couldn't help but wonder how I'd
gotten to be the de facto expert of feminization. The only answer I could
come up with was that I was entrenched in it and the others were
interested in my experience...and they trusted my judgment as to what
would make the process easier and less traumatic than mine. I knew that
I'd have to talk again with Frank and Tom about how this all came about.
But that was a concern for another day. For today, it was time to help
Charles get dressed.

"Alex, do you guys have a sundress, flats, and a wig that will fit
Charles?" I asked as I got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Yep. At least to the sundress and wig. The only shoes we have are
heels," Alex said.

"Well, I guess he'll just have to make do," I responded.

"Don't worry," Mark interjected. "It will all be fine." They dove
into their chest to find the requested items, as well as a few items of
underwear that he might want. "Actually, we were thinking about the bet
and we have an idea for a photo that just might win the prize."

"What's that?" I asked with blatant curiosity.

"It's a surprise," Alex whispered with a mischievous grin on his face.
"But I'm sure you'll love it."

I started to respond when I heard the door open and Chantelle and Maria
came downstairs leading a very naked, very clean-shaven Charles. He was
wearing nothing but a towel, while the girls were wearing nothing but
grins. As they reached the bottom of the stairs I asked him "are you
ready Charles?" He nodded.

"Then step right up and see what's been laid out for you." I stepped
back as Alex and Mark hammed up their display of the outfit.

"First," Alex said in a faux French accent, "we thought it would be
nice if you started with a pair of pale pink, boy-cut, cotton panties and
matching cami." He handed the lingerie to Charles who first took the
panties and drew them up his legs. They fit quite snugly around his hips
and nestled just a little bit into the crack of his ass. I slipped up
next to him and whispered "you're probably going to want to tuck
`little Charles' between your legs for now. It will help the panties
fit better." He paused and made a few adjustments, dealing not only with
the first-timers discomfort of being tucked, but also being tucked in a
semi-hard state. Next he took the cami and slid it over his head and
arms. As he settled it around his frame, he looked pretty good. He
wasn't muscle-bound to begin with, more lithe and sinewy, so the
lingerie seemed to accentuate the softness of his frame...making him
appear more toned and sensual.

Mark jumped in next with an accent that was an obvious parody of someone
gay. But he did it so well that we couldn't help but laugh (and I
couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was telling on himself...you know, a
little more gay than bi?). "The next thing we have for you is this
lovely, flouncy, lavender sundress and matching 3" heels. You'll look
FABU in this ensemble." We laughed at Mark's impression as Charles
stepped into the sundress and slid it up and settled the straps on his
shoulders. The change was amazing. His appearance was taking on a
decidedly female form, especially once he stepped into the heels. I heard
Maria whisper to Chantelle "My God, his legs are better than mine," to
which Chantelle could only nod in agreement.

"Ladies," I asked, "would you be so kind as to help Charles with his
wig and makeup?" They quickly agreed and settled him into a chair (not
the same one that I'd been attached to) so they could get to work. They
fiddled around getting Charles dolled up with just a little makeup...some
lipstick, light eyeshadow and very little else. Finally, they settled the
wig into place. It was kind of a dirty blond, layered wig that fell to
right between his shoulder blades, and with his skin tone...it worked.

Chantelle stood back with a satisfied look on her face. "Ladies and
Gentleman and everyone in between, may I present to you for the first
time ever...Miss Charlene." And with that, a new girl had been born.
Charlene stood up, a tad unsteadily, but turned to face the rest of us
while Maria and Chantelle stood behind her glowing like proud parents.

"Wow, Charlene..." Mark said with an appreciative smile on his face.
"You look fantastic."

"I totally agree," Alex said after a short wolf whistle. "When you and
the girls are doing your lesbian thing, somebody's going to have to keep
track of who's who. You really do look...delectable." And if it was
possible, Charles, now Charlene, appeared to blush a little bit. Shyly
(and naturally too...what was that about?), she tucked a strand of hair
behind her ear.

"Jo," she asked. "What about you? What do you think?"

I paused, but only for a moment. "Girl, you've got nothing to worry
about. Shoot, you look better than me." Everybody laughed because it was
kind of true. "You almost look like you've done this before. But
that's beside the point...at least for now. Here's my real question for
you: How do you feel?"

Charles, now Charlene, stood there for a minute as she gathered her
thoughts. "Well, I suppose you could say I feel...pretty. Being shaved is
different...and maybe that's part of what I'm feeling right now. I have
to admit, the panties and cami feel...soft...silky...and they make me want
to rub something just to feel them slide across my body." We chuckled.
"It's more than that, though. I mean, I would never have thought that I
could look like this. I mean, as a guy...if I saw me walking down the
street, I'd take notice. But it's still a little overwhelming. And
Chantelle," she said as she turned to face the girls, "I'm not ready
to go out like this, so get that idea out of your head right now."
Chantelle had a fake wounded look on her face because she knew that
she'd been caught.

"Seriously though, I'm actually surprised that I look as good as I do.
I was worried that you were going to have me look like a man in a dress,
but that's not the effect that I think I'm getting...at least not if
I'm reading the looks on Mark's and Alex's face correctly." Alex and
Mark winked at him and gave a couple of wolf whistles as if to emphasize
her point.

"You do look really good Charlene," I said. "And I think you benefited
from having two women with you who were committed to creating a complete
image for you, even if it was to complete their fantasy. Now I imagine
that after tonight, there will be some shopping trips down the road for
you...but I'll let you fantasize about that on your own. I think the
question on everyone's mind is...what do we do with the rest of the
night?" We sat there staring at each other with silly grins on our faces
while we waited for someone to make the first move.

After a minute or two of people engaging in their own private
visualizations, Alex spoke up. "Well I think that we should let Charlene
get introduced to being a girl by another recent inductee...Jo, would you
care to do the honors?"

"And what is it you'd like me to do?"

"Start with a kiss. That's always a warm welcome," Alex suggested.

I nodded and moved in to face Charlene...close enough to touch and leaving
very little space between us. "Close your eyes," I whispered to her.
She did and I moved in close enough for her to feel my breath on her
neck. I let my arms reach up to caress hers, lightly running my hands
from her shoulders down to her hands. As I took her hands, I intertwined
my fingers with hers and moved to nuzzle her cheek. She stood motionless,
but at each touch, I heard a small sharp intake of breath...almost a gasp.
When I nuzzled her cheek, I felt her head move...turning to meet mine.
Slowly and lightly our lips touched...gently at first, but with each
passing second, the kiss became more intense. My tongue parted her lips
to play tag with hers. And as our tongues danced together our hands came
apart and pulled the other close. We kissed more and more passionately
until soft moans were escaping from both of us. Finally, we separated and
looked each other in the eyes.

"Well," Charlene said softly. "That was quite a welcome."

"Umm-hmmm," I echoed. "Just imagine what it will be like when Maria
and Chantelle get their hands on you."

"Yes," Maria called out. "We definitely want our chance to break
Charlene in...the right way."

"What do you mean `the right way'?" Charlene asked with a slight
tinge of anxiety.

"Don't worry Charlene," Chantelle reassured her. "We'll save the
toys and things for when we get home. For right now, we think the guys
have a plan." And with a nod of her head, she directed our attention
towards Alex and Mark. As we looked in their direction, we saw Mark with
the camera capturing the whole experience so it could be relived whenever
we chose.

"Jo, you remember that we still have a contest to win, right?" Mark
asked. I nodded. "Alex and I came up with a plan...a position that should
get us the win. Are you game?"

I was a bit nervous because I couldn't foresee what they might have in
mind. "I suppose so. But what's involved?"

"Wait a minute," Charlene interjected. "What are you guys talking
about?"

Alex decided to respond to Charlene's query. "Don't worry Charlene.
You might be involved in this, but not in any way that should make you
too uncomfortable. It's Jo that has the decision to make because this
might be a little tough at first."

"Okay, now I'm getting worried," I said. "What are you guys talking
about?"

"Basically...a foursome Jo...and you're the center of attention," Mark
said. "The challenge is going to be how much you can stretch."

I stood there for a moment and slowly, understanding spread over my face
and my eyes widened as I grasped the full implications of what they were
suggesting. "Wait a minute...you're telling me you want to fit two of
you in my ass." They nodded slowly. I took a deep breath and pondered
about what they were asking. Finally, I screwed on my resolve and said
"O...K..."

To be continued...