Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2004 05:03:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Mel Melissa <melmelissa1965@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mel To Melissa

I

I walked up to the doorway, confirmed the number (there was no sign at
all), hesitated for just a moment and then walked in.  There was a circular
desk in the center of the room, from which two lovely girls smiled up at
me.

"May I help you?" one of them asked and I replied that I had an appointment
for a consultation.  She took my name and said,

"Yes, Mr. Huntington.  Miss Wentworth is running a little behind schedule.
If you'd like to take a seat in the lounge area, we'll be with you shortly.
There are some magazines scattered about."

I smiled at the two girls and turned to my right.  The lounge was empty.  I
glanced around and saw that it was decorated in varying, muted shades of
pink, with frilly white curtains at the windows, which faced out on the
street and to the right of the building.  I didn't see the need for the
curtains to be drawn-the window glass was tinted so darkly no one could
possibly see in.  As I caught a glimpse of the magazine titles-Cosmo Girl,
Harper's-I thought to myself this must be what the inside of a lady's spa
or gynecologist's office looks like.  I plopped down in one of the love
seats, settling in for what I hoped would be a short wait.

After about ten minutes, one of the receptionists strolled out to the
waiting area and said, "Not interested in our reading material,
Mr. Huntington?  Oh well-maybe next time.  Miss Wentworth will see you now.
If you'll follow me."  I gazed down at the hypnotic sway of her firm,
uplifted bottom as she led me down a corridor, opened the door to a small
office and motioned to me to have a seat.

A woman of about 30 walked into the office, offered her hand and said,

"I am Rebecca Wentworth, Mr. Huntington.  Welcome to Expectations.  I
understand that you've been referred to us by one of our clients--what is
it we can do for you?"

Miss Wentworth was simply breathtaking, a statuesque beauty of nearly 6
feet with long legs and a beautiful lean body.  I wondered how I was going
to speak honestly with such a creature, but I figured I had come this far,
and so I began.

"Well, Miss Wentworth, I have to say right at the start that I am not gay,
but ...I have had a certain ... interest of quite longstanding."

"Mr. Huntington-may I call you Mel?"

"Of course."

"Why don't you start at the beginning?"

"Well-that may take a while, but OK."

I cleared my throat and tried to compose myself, and once the words started
flowing, they seemed to attain a momentum of their own which could not be
denied.

"In a way I guess it started with my father.  I remember a night when I was
about 7 or 8 years old.  My father had stopped to kiss me goodnight, and
when he did, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He was quite
shocked and asked what I did that for, and I told him that I just wanted to
kiss him like Mommy does."

He said "Well boys don't do that, so don't do it again!"

"About this same time-I was 8 I'd say-I went with my Mother to the grocery
store.  This was the early 70s, and there wasn't as much concern about
keeping certain magazines out of the reach of children as there is today,
and I remember, without thinking about it, grabbing a copy of Playgirl off
the shelf and leafing through it.  When I came to the centerfold, I
immediately called to my mother and brought it over to show it to her.  I
have no idea why--but Mom started to yell, then decided to laugh it off and
put the magazine back in the shelf and kept me by her side the rest of the
time.

I also recall a morning when I was about 13.  I entered my parent's room
without knocking.  The master bedroom in our house had an open design with
the bathroom open at two ends, and as I opened the door, my father was
right there at the mirror, naked and about to shave.  I remember glancing
down at his penis.  Having just showered, it was at full length, long and
thick, and for a moment I was mesmerized.  I knew I looked too long but my
father didn't give me too much of a hard time, just yelled about not
knocking first and I excused myself and shut the door.

When puberty came, and perhaps this came as a surprise to my parents, I
don't know and would never ask, I developed a fairly normal interest in
girls.  Like a lot of boys I managed to obtain or at least have access to a
variety of adult magazines-Penthouse, Hustler, Playboy.  Sex was still a
mystery to me, but I learned to masturbate by wrapping a pillow around my
erection, then thrusting and grinding my hips while looking at porn or a
lingerie insert from the newspaper.  So, I had normal hetero thoughts of
looking at girls while thrusting and grinding until I climaxed.

However I did not have a lot of success with the girls at school-I was
painfully shy, unconfident in myself.  I had few friends and even fewer
dates.  And so, I began to wonder-why wasn't I born female?  Wouldn't my
life be better?  Why couldn't I have just gotten that X-Chromosome?  The
girls at school get so much attention, the boys pursue them and so they
have it easy.  At that point, two things started to happen.  Number one, my
interest in pornography expanded and also shifted its focus.  When I
masturbated to pictorials in Hustler or Penthouse, I began to identify with
the girls in the scenes.  What they were doing.  The looks on their faces.
I also began to seek out Penthouse letters that were written from a female
perspective. It seemed to facilitate the fantasy a great deal.  As I did
this, I developed a fascination with woman-on-man oral sex.  It looked like
the most natural thing in the world, and I could masturbate to orgasm in no
time with an adult magazine filled with those images.

The second thing that began to happen-also an attempt to facilitate this
fantasy of performing oral sex as a girl-I began to raid my mother's bra
drawer and cosmetics.  Just the lipstick of course-something I could rub
off my face quickly should my mother return home suddenly.  The bras-well
they were workaday bras but I didn't especially care.  I'd seen my mother
put them on many times when I was younger and it looked so natural- She'd
bend forward slightly, capture her breasts in the cups, then standing up
and hooking it in the back.  I am sure I was stretching my mother's bras
out but I didn't really care.  I just enjoyed the feeling too much I guess.

Now, despite what I've told you so far, through High School and after, I
had many lustful thoughts about women- normal, red-blooded American male,
"I'd like to fuck the shit out of her" thoughts.  As I physically matured
in college I lost weight and gained some self- confidence and began to date
fairly regularly.  I had sex for the first time when I was 20 and I enjoyed
it immensely.

And yet there was something missing.  When I was 25 and living on my own, I
found myself alone.  I was barely making it financially and felt that I had
no hope of finding a girlfriend because I had no money to spend on her.
And so, I turned once again to Rosie Palm and her five sisters.  But now it
was different.  I was in a large city where there were clean, well-lit
adult emporiums everywhere.  So, renting videotapes was an easy thing to
do, and I found row after row of heterosexual blowjob tapes.  I often
wondered if the clerk had any thoughts about my apparent fetish, but I
really didn't care.  And so, I began once again to masturbate to these
types of scenes.  There were so many series dedicated to this: Shut up and
Blow Me, Blow Bang.

That one was my favorite.  Have you seen it?  It was like a Gang Bang film,
only it wasn't fucking, it was blowjobs.  No production values
whatsoever-just cum addicted girls, put in the middle of a roomful of naked
men.  First she'd face the camera and announce what she was about to do,
and then the men would move into the camera frame and she'd begin to suck
their cocks.  Sometimes one at a time while she stroked the others,
sometimes two or three at once, sometimes they'd line up to be serviced.
Two cocks in her mouth, one in each hand, another two over her shoulder.
The girl was surrounded by dick, and she loved it and couldn't get enough
of them.  And forty-five minutes later, the girl took 6 or 8 or 12 loads in
her face and mouth, and I was sending a load halfway across the room!  I
can tell you, this did wonders for my control and staying power.  It became
a challenge to me-how long could I watch, slowly, steadily stroking my
cock, without losing control?  Sometimes, little things would set me off
prematurely.  Sometimes it was visual, like five or six cocks pressed close
together with the girl in the middle, but usually it was something the girl
would say: "Feed me your cum, baby" or "I love it when you choke me with
your cock."  Those were things that I would lose control over, but they
were learning experiences, and I would start to anticipate those moments
and I got better and better at keeping control.

And then, finally, I took a step I didn't think I'd take, ever.  You see, I
still saw myself as decidedly hetero-I liked girls; I liked getting blown
by them, sucking their pussy, fucking them, and just being with them.  When
my financial status improved, I intended to start dating girls again.  So,
I had no interest in men-as a man.  But there was the rub.  I did have
fantasies about men-as a woman.  And I realized that places like Victoria's
Secret was trying to get men into their stores to buy lingerie for their
girlfriends and wives.  Well, who's to know if I am buying for my
girlfriend or for myself?

So.  I went to a mall as far from my house as I could, steeled myself and
walked into the store.  I tried not to be nervous-looking at the
merchandise casually.  Of course, a sales clerk, an older lady, approached
me.  I told her that my girlfriend was somewhat large-I thought her bra
size was 40 and she directed me to a couple of possibilities.  I knew that
would be too small-my chest is 42 inches, but I knew it was larger than my
Mom's bras so if I could wear hers I could surely wear these.  Finally, I
took my purchases to the counter.  I felt like everyone was staring at me,
and I know some really were.  Maybe it was suspicion, or just resentment
over a man being inside "their" store, but I didn't care.  I had come too
far to bail; I was going to do it.  I purchased a 38C bra, with spaghetti
straps and beautiful black lace cups, a black garter belt, size large and a
couple of pairs of black stockings with seams.  I don't think I breathed
until I reached my car and got in.

But I wasn't done yet.  The adult video center also had a large collection
of adult toys, and I decided I was going to go all the way with this
fantasy.  I studied the selections and saw two dildos I liked: One was 8
inches, with some sort of apparently life-like "real" skin.  The other was
much larger-10 or twelve inches and enormously thick.  It was the usual
rubber compound, I guess, with a huge head.  It also had what I thought was
a great idea-a suction cup at the end.  I decided that was the one for me,
so I quickly picked up another blowjob film and I went to the counter.  I
stood there with a huge dildo and a blowjob video, but I got no smirk from
the clerk-he'd probably seen it all already anyway.  On the way home I
picked up the final necessary thing: Deep red, fuck-me lipstick.  This was
probably the most embarrassing purchase of all.  With the other things, I
could always explain them away-they're for my girl, or my girlfriend likes
toys.  But this, this was without a doubt something girls get, for girls.
But I grabbed some other things at Target and hoped that the clerk assumed
I was just shopping for my wife.

So, I went home and took out my purchases.  First I put on the garter belt
and stockings.  Of course I didn't really know how to put on the garter and
stockings, but I didn't care about any runs-it was about the feeling of the
material on my skin, not whether or not I could wear these again.  It took
me a moment or two to figure out the snaps, but soon I had the garter belt
on and the stockings fastened.  Then I put on the bra.  It was a bit tight,
but I didn't care-it felt wonderful.  As you can see, I'm not working out
as much as I used to, and I am almost developing "man breasts".  Well, now
my man breasts had a home, encased in a beautiful black lace bra.  Finally,
I applied the lipstick, not very well of course-I didn't have the practiced
hand of a woman.  I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and realized
there was something wrong, out of place: my cock. So, I pulled the shaft
out and down and back up towards my ass, and then I brought my legs
together to keep it out of the way.  Then I sashayed into the bedroom, to
see what I had done.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror.  And do you know what I saw? I
saw past the hairy body and muscular arms and shoulders and the five
o'clock shadow and somehow I saw what I wanted to see: a cock hungry,
cum-addicted slut whore.  I loved the look of the pretty lace bra, and the
feel of the stockings on my skin.  Since I use the Stairmaster a lot, my
legs are shapely and muscular.  And when my eyes moved up my legs and
settled their gaze on the garter belt, I loved what I saw-a pretty
embroidered garter belt framing a mound of jet-black pubic hair. No cock,
it looked like a woman's vulva.  I loved it!

Then I stretched out on the couch to watch the video.  But before I did, I
moved the full- length mirror from the bedroom into the den, so I could see
myself, lounging in garter, stockings and bra, lips red like a
streetwalker, and my cock standing at attention.  See, I knew I wanted a
garter and no panties-I didn't want anything constricting my cock.  But I
didn't dare touch it-I was sure I'd blow my load instantly-so I just sat
and watched the video, picturing myself on my knees, blowing each man who
came on screen.

Finally, when the tape was done, I moved the mirror back to the bedroom,
and I took the dildo out of its package.  I imagined where a six-foot tall
man's package would hang, and I stuck the suction cup onto the mirror.
Then I walked in, glanced down at the huge cock, smiled at my imaginary
lover and sank down to my knees.  Finally, after almost 10 years of
thinking about it, I began to suck a cock.  I tried to remember all of the
techniques I had watched for so long: I massaged the balls, licked the
shaft, and tried to take as much as I could into my mouth as I could.  I
also tried different positions, moving from my knees to the bed, sucking
while "he" "lay" on the bed, then switching positions again, laying back on
the pillows with the mirror over me, I held the sides of the mirror as if
they were his muscular thighs and began to slowly pull the cock into my
mouth, fucking my mouth.  I was flying high, the feeling was so good.

Finally, I set the dildo aside and started to stroke my own cock.  It only
took seconds before a long stream of cum was arching out of my cock,
landing on my chest and belly.  Without even thinking about it, I grabbed
the dildo and started smearing the cum onto it.  After all, one must
swallow, mustn't one?  And so I tasted cum for the first time, licking and
sucking the dildo clean, as if my lover had just blown his load and I was
lovingly licking it up and cleaning him up.  And the taste was heavenly."

When I finally stopped, I couldn't believe I had just told this beautiful
girl all of that- deeply personal things I never imagined telling anyone.

"So, Mr. Huntington-Mel-what exactly brings you here to Expectations?  You
seem to be a perfect case of gender dimorphism and would be an excellent
candidate for gender reassignment surgery.  Why not go to a psychiatrist
and get that process started?"

"Miss Wentworth, look at me.  I am 6' tall and two hundred pounds.  I have
a thick beard and a very deep voice.  In fact, I am a voice tlaent and a
successful one-a male voice tlaent.  Believe me, I once gave some idle
thought to that possibility, but I realized a long time ago that God played
a good cosmic trick on me-he made me fantasize about being a woman, but
gave me personal traits that would never allow it, even if I found the guts
to pursue it.  And anyway, I am glad I am a man-I see how women are treated
by society.  And I do like girls-I have no trouble at all getting hard with
women, and I love having sex with them.  Its just that ..."

"Yes?"

"Well, its just that sometimes, when I am fucking a girl and trying to pace
myself and keep control, sometimes I look down at her and wonder what it is
like for her-what is she feeling, how does it feel to get fucked?  Also, I
enjoy having my nipples played with, licked and sucked and bitten.  And
sometimes, when a girl is doing that to me, I imagine that they are tits
she is sucking on-my tits.  But no!  I have resigned myself to my fate.  I
have no interest in a permanent transformation."

"But perhaps a not-so-permanent transformation?  Is that what you want,
Mel?  At Expectations, our goal is to meet and exceed your expectations,
but you have to tell us precisely what they are, Mel.  That's why we have
these consultations.  We want to know exactly what it is that brings our
clients to us, and exactly what it is they wish to experience.  So what is
it you would like from my company, Mel?"

I took a deep breath.

"I would like to be transformed, temporarily, into a raven-haired
cock-sucking cum-eating slut-whore.  Someone who isn't choosy.  When she is
presented with a cock, she doesn't care if it is big or small, thick or
thin, black, white or brown.  She just wants to wrap her red lips around it
until she gets her creamy reward-a nice warm load of man juice."

"And what about truly becoming a woman, Mel?  Do you want to be fucked
anywhere other than your mouth?"

"NO!" I said sharply, surprising myself a bit.  I adjusted the volume of my
voice and continued, "No, Miss Wentworth, that is something that has never
interested me in any way at all.  I'm not even into the idea of anal sex
with a woman."

"I see.  And what about she-males, Mel?  You said that you like girls but
you still have blowjob fantasies.  What about a beautiful girl with a huge
and fully functional cock?  Would that interest you?"

"I don't think so, Miss Wentworth.  I think what I really want is what I
have thought about since I was 14, long before I ever saw or even imagined
such a thing as a she-male.  I want to be transformed into a woman and to
suck as many cocks as I can wrap my lips around."

"All right, Mel.  We will see you one week from today, at 11 AM."

II

That week was the longest of my life, but also the most worrisome.  Could I
go through with it?  Would I chicken out?  I still had the dildo and the
lingerie and the videos.  But I knew what I really wanted, and as the week
went on, I found myself not paying attention to beautiful girls passing by.
Instead, I caught myself watching for men in tight pants.  I'd stare at
their crotches, trying to see the outline of their cocks-just like I used
to stare at girls' asses, trying to make out the outline of their thongs.
I tried to remind myself to stare straight ahead at the urinal in the
office building, but the urge to glance down was so great, I think some of
the men on the floor caught me once or twice.  The dirty looks quickly
cured me of that habit, and finally, the night before my appointment, I
could hardly sleep, waiting for what the morning would bring.

III

I hardly paused at all this time but instead walked straight into the
offices of Expectations.  But to my surprise, the reception desk and
waiting room were not empty this time.  There were five or six men in the
waiting room, and as I approached the desk, I saw a group of young men at
the counter ahead of me.  There were five of them, chiseled, in muscle
shirts and shorts.  They looked like rugby players.  One of the beautiful
receptionists was saying something, and one of the young men replied, "Gang
bang!" and gave high-fives to his friends.

At this point the other receptionist noticed me, smiled, and asked what she
could do for me.  I told her I had an appointment and she said, "And what
is it you are here for?"

I cleared my throat and said quietly, "My name is Mel.  I am here to be,
um, transformed."

"Mel, Mel, Mel ... I don't seem to have a Mel in the appointment book.
Wait-I see.  This must be it-Melissa: Transformation into cocksucker.  I'm
sorry, Melissa but we're not quite ready for you.  Please have a seat in
the waiting area, relax with one of the magazines, we'll be with you
shortly."

The room went quiet and I felt every eye turn toward me.  Whispering
erupted among the young men and I was suddenly terrified.  Just how does
this company fulfill people's fantasies? I wondered.  Do they have a staff
of beautiful men and women, or do they save money by artful scheduling of
different people with compatible fantasies?  Maybe the men in the waiting
area all have fantasies of skull-fucking a non-passable transvestite, and
they're just waiting here for me.  What about those young men?  They said,
"Gang bang," but who knows?

My mind was reeling but somehow I steadied myself.  I'd come this far and
wasn't going to stop now.  I kept my eyes on the floor as I walked toward
the waiting area and found a seat.  The young men were excitedly talking to
each other.

"Did you hear that?  She called him Melissa and said he was here for
transformation into a cocksucker!  Holy shit!"

I sank into my chair when the receptionist called out, "Oh no, dear
Melissa.  That won't do."

I stared blankly at her.

"Whether you wish to become a sweet, demure cocksucker or a wanton
cum-addict, you must start by learning to sit like a lady.  Sit up
straight, shoulders back, put your knees together and cross your legs at
the ankles like a respectable lady."

I hated her, but I did as I was told, as the young men laughed.

"Very good, Melissa.  Now why don't you take a look at the magazine on the
table to your right? I set it out just for you."

I saw that the magazine was Cosmo Girl.  But as I picked it up I realized
that there was some sort of holographic image imprinted on the title.  I
tilted the magazine and realized that, held in the right way, the title of
the magazine was actually Cosmo Boy/Girl.  And the headlines!  Some were
the usual women's topics-How to Tell if He's Cheating, a compatibility
quiz.  But some of the other titles: "True Confessions: I Blew the Football
Team," "How to Swallow-Ten Easy Tips for Swallowing Big Loads-and Lots of
Them!"  I was shocked.  The company must have gone to great expense to
produce such a look- alike.  Suddenly, I didn't care what the other men in
the room were thinking, and I opened the magazine to the article on
swallowing.  Soon, the stirring in my loins told me there was no place else
I wanted to be.

After about 20 minutes, the receptionist spoke.

"Melissa, are you ready to be transformed into a cocksucker?"

I cared not a whit about the whispering I heard as I put the magazine away
and rose to follow her.

I was led first into a bathroom area, and told to strip and shower myself
thoroughly.  I masturbated in the shower-I hoped that it might help relieve
myself a bit, perhaps reduce my raging hard-on.  When I finished, I saw
that my clothes had been removed, and in their place was a lovely pink
satin robe.  I put it on, and exited through the second door, the one
opposite the one I'd entered through.

The door opened into a woman's boudoir.  Against the wall was a vanity, and
there were racks of lingerie.  I sat down by the vanity and as I did, a
beautiful woman entered-the receptionist who was there a week before.

"Ah, Melissa, its good to see you again.  My name is Julie, and I will do
my best to transform you so you will be a pretty cocksucker.  Stand up and
take off your robe, please."

I did as I was told and Julie began to apply a Nair-like cream all over my
body.  Soon, my body was smooth and hairless.  I thought that this was an
excellent start-whatever she'd be able to do, I knew I would look more like
a woman than I'd ever had before.

Julie motioned me back into the chair, and she looked at my pubic hair, the
part that she had left untouched.

"Your pubes are a bit messy, Melissa.  Let's see if we can trim them up
some."

She quickly shaved away most of the hair, leaving just a patch a half an
inch wide and perhaps two inches long going straight up from my penis
toward my navel.

"Do you know what this is called, Melissa?  We girls call this the landing
strip.  It provides visual guidance for our man's hard cock to find our
hungry pussy.  But I understand that's not the orifice you wish to use to
please men."

I studied it and decided I liked the way my "landing strip" looked, even if
it led to my cock instead of a pussy.

"Melissa dear-what are we going to do about this clitty of yours?  It seems
a bit big.  Well, don't worry.  We'll do something about it."

She put me back in the seat and she applied fake fingernails and painted
them a dark red.  Then she began to apply makeup-foundation, rouge,
eyeliner and mascara, and gold clip- on earrings.  Last was the ruby red
lipstick, which she applied liberally.

"You have beautifully thick and luscious lips, Melissa.  I'm sure they will
give many cocks indescribable pleasure.  I'll put the lipstick into your
bag here-I'm sure you'll want to freshen up your lips at some point."

She chose a perfume and dabbed some behind my ears.  Finally, Julie picked
up a beautiful, medium length dark auburn colored wig and carefully set it
on my head.

I stared at myself in the mirror, and I was amazed at what I saw.  I knew,
rationally, that I looked like a man wearing makeup and painted nails and a
wig, but in my mind's eye I saw myself closer to looking like a woman than
I'd ever been before-and I liked it.  No, I loved it!

"Now, Melissa, it is time to do something about that oversized thing you
call a clit.  Step into these."

She handed me what looked like a lacy, very short, very small bike pant,
made of a very constricting material.  I thought it looked like
'control-top' pantyhose, the kind women use to suck in their stomachs.  I
stepped into them, she helped tuck my package away, and when she pulled
them up, I couldn't believe my eyes.  It was as if my cock had disappeared.
I looked like I had a woman's vulva, perhaps a bit more fleshy than most,
but from every angle I looked, I no longer looked like a man, I looked like
a woman.  It was the most natural feeling in the world.  And I couldn't
believe it, but my cock didn't feel uncomfortably constricted.

"OK, Melissa, now it is time to pick out your lingerie.  I know you like
garters and stockings, why don't you pick out a nice pair and I'll help you
put them on.  A woman is very gentle with her stockings-they tear so easily
and you don't want to have any runs, now do you?"

I stepped into the garter belt, and Julie helped pull up the stockings.
The feeling of the soft fiber on my bare skin was indescribable.  I
wondered why women complain about having to wear them?  They're so soft and
feel so good.

"Wow, Melissa, the Stairmaster has really paid off-you have gorgeous legs!
Now we just need to pick out a pretty bra for you.  You told Miss Wentworth
that your chest measurement is 42 inches.  There's a rack of lovely bras in
your size over there.  Pick one."

I quickly chose a pretty black bra with lace, cup size D.

"Well, Melissa, go ahead.  Put it on like you used to put on your Mother's
bra."

I know that many women put their bras on around their waists, inside out
and backwards, and then rotate and lift them into place.  But why do it in
such a utilitarian way?  I liked the way my Mother did it, and I quickly
slipped the shoulder straps on.  I leaned forward, holding the cups out,
then pulled them down and around my breasts, straightening up and hooking
the strap behind my back.  It fit perfectly and felt wonderful.  I shifted
the straps about just a bit and looked at Julie.

"You look great, Melissa, but you are missing one thing.  You pantomimed
tucking your breasts into the cups so well, but there's nothing there, now
is there?  Oh but don't worry, Melissa, I've got what you need."

She pulled out a small case and opened it.  Inside the red felt lining were
two D-cup breast forms.  They were soft and were made out of the same
skin-like material as the dildo I'd seen at the adult emporium.  She handed
them to me, and I eagerly slipped them into the cups of my bra.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was amazed at my transformation.  Of
course, I didn't look like a real, genetic woman.  I'm 6' tall and too
muscular for that.  But I had beautiful long dark red hair, pretty makeup
on, had dark red nail polish, I was wearing beautiful lingerie and best of
all, I had dark red cocksucker lipstick on and no matter which way I
turned, I couldn't see my cock at all.  I felt beautiful.  I felt ready.

Julie led me out of the boudoir and into a tastefully decorated lady's
bedroom.  Miss Wentworth was sitting on the bed and as I walked in she
complimented Julie on her work.

"Well Miss Wentworth, I did the best I could.  Since Melissa is 6' tall, it
makes sense not to put her in heels.  But I can't do much about her voice.
Its too bad really-she has a very sexy voice-for a man.  But if she speaks,
the illusion I've worked so hard to create will be destroyed."

"That's all right, Julie, you accomplished everything I'd hoped.  Would you
leave us and send in the girls?"

Miss Wentworth turned to me and said, "Melissa, are you pleased so far with
your transformation?  Are you ready to begin training to become a
cocksucker?"

"Yes, Miss Wentworth, I am very pleased with my tranformation, but why must
I go through "training"?  I told you that I have a dildo and have practiced
with it before."

"Yes, Melissa, that is what you said.  But you cannot be initiated into the
Sisterhood until you have been formally trained."

At that moment the door opened and three beautiful women walked in, clothed
in pretty satin robes.

"This is Karen, Lisa and Jennifer.  They are expert cocksuckers and they
love to initiate girls into the Sisterhood.  They will each teach you the
important principles of cock sucking and man pleasing.  You will learn and
practice their favorite techniques and secrets.  Then I will give you a
test.  If you pass, you will be initiated into the Sisterhood.

"Sisterhood, Miss Wentworth?"

"The Sisterhood of Cock Sucking Cum Loving Slut Whores, Melissa.  Its what
you want isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

And with that, the women took off their robes.  They each had amazing
bodies, with large, firm tits and long beautiful legs.  They were in bra
and panties and each pulled out strap-on dildos, and helped each other into
them.  Then Karen motioned me toward a large, thick cushion that was in the
center of the room.  There was embroidery on the cover: "I'll Suck Any Cock
I Can Wrap My Lips Around - Melissa".

I kneeled on my cushion, and Lisa stood in front of me.  Karen sat next to
me.  She began my training session.

"Melissa, the first thing you have to remember when a cock is presented to
you is that you must convince the owner of that cock that the most
important thing in the world to you is his beautiful cock.  You must
cherish the cock.  Love the cock.  Worship the cock.  Let's see what you
can do."

I started to lick the underside of Lisa's dildo, bathing it in saliva.
Then I started to stimulate the head, and soon I was trying to slip it all
the way down my throat.

Karen stopped me.

"Melissa, that's enough.  You're using different techniques to stimulate
the cock, and that's fine and all, but really, you're doing a good job if
your goal is to give blowjobs only to hook a man.  C'mon girl!  You have to
be enthusiastic and give it everything you have.  Focus on nothing but the
cock, and let your man know that you get as much pleasure out of giving the
blowjob as he does receiving it.  To do that, you have to do three things.

One, be vocal.  Moan around his cock.  Slurp loudly.  Make lewd noises when
his cock head leaves your mouth.  Take his cock deep into your throat and
then sigh when your nose reaches his pubic hair.  Tell him how good it
feels, how nice it tastes.  Beg him to fuck your mouth.  Tell him that you
love his cock, and when he pulls it out of your mouth, sigh and pout and
try to get it back in your mouth.

Two, get messy.  A cock in your mouth should produce a lot of saliva.  Play
with it.  Pull away from the cock so that a strand of spit stretches from
the head to your hungry lips, then slurp it back into your mouth where it
belongs.  Spit on the cock to make it wet.  And never worry about your
makeup.  There's always time to freshen up, dear but what's more important?
Your makeup or pleasing your man?

Number three, use your hands only to stroke the cock.  When the cock is in
your mouth, it should only feel your lips and tongue.  After all, a blowjob
is all about suction, and if you are holding his cock, it counteracts the
suction of your lips and tongue.  So, no hands, girl!  SUCK the cock!  Try
to INHALE the cock."

And so it went.  After I practiced Karen's instructions, the girls switched
and it was Lisa's turn.  From her I learned the best and most effective
ways to stimulate a man under the head of his cock, where he is most
sensitive.  Men love eye contact, she told me, and so I must keep looking
up often.  She also taught me how to give my jaw a rest by stroking the
cock.  I learned how to lightly graze the underside of the head with my
thumb as I pumped the cock up and down, keeping him stimulated at all
times.  She said it was also a good time to be vocal and tell my man how
much I loved sucking his cock.

>From Jennifer I learned all about men's balls, how to roll them around on
my tongue, taking them into my mouth, making them wet, cupping and
massaging them while I tongue the head or shaft.  I also learned how to
relax my throat and get up to 10 inches deep inside my hungry mouth.

Finally, the girls stood up around me and told me it was time to practice.
Three rubber cocks were right where I wanted them, at face level, but I
hesitated.

Jennifer said, "C'mon Melissa-your dream is to service more than one man at
a time, right?  Well, you must practice.  You must give the other cocks
expert handjobs while you attend to the one in front of you with your
mouth.  It's like patting your head and rubbing your tummy-it takes
practice to do it simultaneously and to do it well."

Soon, I was moaning around one cock, swallowing the whole length while I
stroked the other cocks.  It was enough.  I was ready, and I stopped and
addressed Miss Wentworth.

"May I please have a real cock to suck, Miss Wentworth?"

"Soon, Melissa.  But you haven't passed the final exam yet."

With that, she walked in front of me and told me to unzip her skirt.

"Miss Wentworth, I need no training in pussy licking.  I want a cock to
suck.  Unless ..."

"Unless what, Melissa?"

"Miss Wentworth, if you have what I think is under there, I told you last
week that I am not interested in she-males."

"Melissa! What did you also tell me last week in my office?  You wanted to
be transformed into a cock-sucking cum-loving slut-whore.  A cocksucker who
is not choosy and only wants a warm load of man juice from every cock she
is given.  Isn't that what you said?  Now.  The final step in your training
is to produce a load of man juice for your cum hungry mouth.  You will not
become a member of the Sisterhood until you've done that.  I know you say
you've licked up your own cum, but that's completely different from actual
ejaculation.  And those rubber cocks can't do that, now can they?  Now.
Unzip my skirt and pull down my pantyhose."

I did as I was told.

Miss Wentworth's cock dangled in front of me.  It was long, at least six
inches flaccid, thick, with large balls dangling below.  It was beautiful.

I wasted no time in getting her flaccid shaft into my mouth.  The taste was
wonderful- musky and manly.  I knew there would be no more rubber cocks for
me.  I ministered to her cock with my tongue and lips, holding it in my
mouth as I felt it grow long and hard.  My mouth was filling with saliva so
I slowly slipped her cock out of my mouth, leaving a wet trail from the
head to my red lips.

I stared up at Miss Wentworth and said, "I just love the feel of your cock
growing in my mouth.  It's so long and hard and tastes so good.  I'm your
cocksucker, baby.  Feed me your cock."

I cupped her balls while I lifted the shaft back toward my mouth.  My
tongue snaked out and encircled the head and I stared deeply into Miss
Wentworth's eyes.  Then I lifted the shaft further and traced a wet course
down the shaft until I found her balls and circled them with my tongue.
Then I slipped one into my mouth and vibrated my tongue against it.

My tongue danced across the shaft until I found the other ball sac, and I
once again licked and tongued and stimulated her testicle.  Then I went
back up the shaft with my tongue until I reached the head where I put more
lessons to use. I was really salivating now so I pulled away a bit, grabbed
the excess saliva in my hand and spread it over her shaft, stroking her
cock while I smiled up at her.

Then I told Miss Wentworth, "I'm going to deep throat you now, baby.  Watch
me swallow every inch of your yummy cock."

I put my hands at my sides and slowly inhaled her shaft until my nose
touched her skin.  When it did, I sighed aloud with contentment and snaked
my tongue out to massage the underside of the base of her cock.  As I
pulled back, I tried to make a tight seal with my lips and applied strong
suction to her shaft.  I did that over and over, varying the pace, depth
and pressure of my lips, until I finally released her cock with a loud pop.

Then it dawned on me when I started to reach for her cock.  While I was
deep throating Miss Wentworth, my left hand had encircled my right breast
form, cupping it and pinching at the nipple, and my right hand had moved
toward my crotch.  But I wasn't trying to stroke my cock: My fingers had
formed a V shape and I had begun to finger myself-finger my pussy!  I
pretended to spread my pussy lips apart, and my finger found its way to my
clit, circling it gently as a moan escaped my lips.

I looked up at Miss Wentworth and said, "Your cock feels so good in my
mouth, its making my pussy wet."

"Very good Melissa, you have been an excellent student.  Are you ready for
your creamy reward?"

"Oh yes, please, please give me a warm load of cum.  I want to taste your
cum, smear it all over my lips, taste it and savor it and get every drop
out of your beautiful cock.  I'm your cock hungry cum slut, baby.  Fill my
mouth with cum."

Miss Wentworth started stroking her cock.  I stared into her eyes and
massaged her balls, and tried to get my tongue anywhere that her hand
wasn't.

"Are you ready for your first load of cum, Melissa?

I didn't get a chance to respond.  Creamy white cum started shooting out of
Miss Wentworth's cock.  It hit my forehead and cheeks before I could get
her cock into my mouth, where it jerked and spasmed again and again and I
savored the exquisite taste and texture of her cum-salty but thick and
luscious.

Miss Wentworth's cock slipped out of my mouth and I told her, "Your cum
tastes so good."  She reminded me that I should never waste a drop.  I
couldn't agree more, so when she used the shaft to smear cum toward my
lips, I hungrily swallowed every bit she offered.  Then I gently licked her
cock clean, all the while looking up at Miss Wentworth.  She looked down
and told me I missed a spot on my cheek so I found the last bit of cum with
my fingernail, lifted it to my lips and slipped it into my mouth.

"Congratulations, Melissa.  You are now a member of The Sisterhood of Cock
Sucking Cum Loving Slut Whores.  The first thing a Sister should do is to
fix her lipstick, because she rarely finds that one load is enough to
satisfy her."

"Yes, Miss Wentworth.  Thank you, Miss Wentworth."

The door opened as I reapplied the red lipstick, and the five rugby players
walked in.  I heard a gasp as they saw me and I heard the loudmouth say,
"Wow, Miss Wentworth, you folks really did a number on him.  Amazing."

"Thank you, Tom.  I'd like to present Cum Loving Cock Sucker Melissa for
your amusement, gentlemen.  She has just been certified and received her
first load of cum but I am sure she is ready for more.  Isn't that right,
Melissa?"

I only nodded.

The men circled me, and I reached for the nearest pair of shorts.  I tugged
at the buckle and pulled it down, and reached into his boxers to find a
beautiful cock, long and thick.  I smiled up at him and engulfed him with
my mouth while I reached out with my hands, soon finding more cocks to
stroke and stimulate and to pull toward my eager mouth.

Then the loudmouth pushed his way forward and started waving his cock in my
face.

"Is this what you want, Melissa?  Tell me what you want."

"I want to suck your cock down to the short hairs.  I want to tease you and
please you with my tongue, lips and throat.  I want to beg you to fuck my
mouth.  And I want you to fill my mouth with cum."

"Then do it, slut!"

He savagely forced his cock down my throat.  I gagged for a moment but
pulled off of him and told him it tasted yummy.

"Then shut up and start sucking, whore!"

And with that he held my head and started fucking my mouth like a piston.
I moaned around it and just enjoyed the feeling.  When he pulled out, I
begged for his cock until he shoved it back in my warm hungry mouth.

"All right," he said, "that's enough for now. Someone else feed her your
cock."

Now a very large cock stood straight out in front of me and I smiled up at
its owner and told him I loved really big cocks.  I slurped loudly on his
cock until one of his buddies stepped forward.

"She loves cock so much-I wonder how many she'll take in her mouth!"

And with that, I could feel the loudmouth reach around my head from behind
and start to pull my lips apart.

"Let's find out.  Steve, Phil and Bob, stand close together."

My eyes closed as I felt one cock go in the left side of my mouth and
another in the right.  My tongue tried to dance all around the cock heads
when I felt another one pushing forward.  This was too much, but I couldn't
stop and I couldn't help myself.  I strained my jaw as far as I could and
finally all three cocks were in my mouth, just barely.

Then they pulled away a bit, and I opened my eyes to find three gorgeous
cocks in front of me, one sticking straight forward, and two sideways.  I
was in heaven as I went from one to the next, licking, slurping, stroking
and sucking.

Then all three pulled away from me, and I found three fresh cocks in front
of me.  It was then I realized that while I had been servicing the young
studs, more men had come into the room.  There were cocks everywhere I
looked.  Big cocks and small cocks, thick cocks and thin cocks, black,
white and brown cocks.  So I simply did what I was put on this Earth to
do-suck cock.

Finally, Miss Wentworth asked if I was ready.  I knew what she meant and
said, "Yes, Miss Wentworth, please, I need cum."

I sat in the middle of the room, surrounded my men stroking their cocks.
My hands were across my breasts, pinching my nipples, until finally three
of the men stepped forward.  Three cum ropes hit me from three directions,
splattering on my face, hair and tits.  I tried to get as much of the
delicious nectar in my mouth as I could and then I licked and sucked each
cock clean.  By then, another man stepped forward, and cum shot out of him,
this time right into my mouth.  I swallowed as fast as I could but it
wasn't fast enough and cum dripped out of my mouth and down my chin.  And
then man after man strode forward, cock in hand, to shoot cum into my
mouth, on my face, on my breasts.  Some shot their loads when they reached
me.  Others needed some assistance, assistance I was only too eager to
give.  At one point, I laid down on the floor, so the men could masturbate
over me and then send their cum shooting down on my body.  When one cum
stream landed in my open mouth, a cheer went up and I thought, "It's
raining cum, hallelujah!"

Finally the last man came forward.  His cock was beautiful.  It was 10
inches long with a mouth-stretching mushroom head.  He asked me what I
wanted.

"What's in your balls, baby.  I want your cum."

"Then suck it out of me."

I leaned forward and slipped his cock down my throat.  I slid my mouth up
and down his shaft, faster and faster.  Then he pulled out and I moaned my
disappointment.  I leaned forward to capture his precious cock in my mouth
but he pulled away and a cry escaped my throat. His cock was inches out of
my reach and I cried out in hunger and longing and frustration. Like a
junkie in need of a fix, I trembled involuntarily.  And I realized I was a
junkie.  I was a junkie.  I was addicted to cock and cum.  I stared
helplessly into his eyes.

"I am a cock-sucking cum-loving slut whore.  Please fill my mouth with your
cock, skull- fuck me as long as you can and then fill my mouth with your
cum.  Please!"

He stepped forward and I sighed as my insatiable mouth could finally engulf
and inhale his incredible cock.  He held my head in both hands and started
thrusting in and out of my mouth.  My hands grabbed his ass, and pulled him
deeper into my mouth with each stroke.  I didn't want it to end, ever, this
incredible feeling of being mouth-fucked, but finally I felt him start to
tense up, and he pulled out just as his cock jerked and shot its load all
over my face and mouth.  It was the largest load of all and the yummiest.
I swallowed what was in my mouth, and I grabbed handfuls of cum from my
face, smeared it on his cock and licked and sucked him clean.  When I was
done, I smiled at him as I kissed the head of his cock.


Feedback is welcome at: melmelissa1965@yahoo.com