Date: Sat, 01 Jan 2000 08:43:37 PST
From: Shauna H
Subject: Sporty Spice's First Outing

Sporty Spice's First Outing
by Shauna H.

I wasn't sure how far I could push things with Terri. I always thought that
he would look really cute, if only I could find a way to get him 'dressed
up'.  Little did I think that my plan would backfire, and end up with both
of us getting our first taste of cum!

Terry was my young brother-in-law, nearly 14 years old. He was very close
to Sandra, (my wife), particularly since his older brother had moved abroad
for work. He didn't seem to quite fit in with his friends of his own
age. He was a bit of a loner, and spent more time playing on his computer
then playing with his mates. He did get on quite well with the local girls,
and his many female cousins. He spent an inordinate amount of time looking
after his baby cousins, and took great pride in his babysitting
skills. Terry tended to avoid traditional boyish activities, and his series
of excuses to avoid rugby training at school became something of a running
gag.

There was a big generation gap between Terry and his parents, John and
Carol. Terry had come along as a 'late surprise', nearly ten years after
their next youngest child. He was now the only one still living with his
parents in the family home. He was of slight build, very slim and quite
tall for his age. I had seen a few hints and signs of femininity in recent
months. He let his fair hair grow quite long, in the style of that cute
American teenage boy band, Hanson. (Wouldn't those guys look sweet in a
nice, short mini-dress?) He had got me quite excited one time when Sandra
asked him to fetch her new dress from upstairs. He minced along the hall,
holding the dress up to his body and wiggling his little bum in a very sexy
manner. I think it was this small incident that got me thinking about
certain possibilities.

Terry spent a lot of time with Sandra, and since our recent marriage, he
was spending even more time at our house. Sandra had known about my
occasional cross-dressing activities before our marriage. I was really
grateful that she accepted my special activities, especially as they
weren't very frequent - only once every couple of months or so. Her natural
enthusiasm for shopping overtook any concerns about my dressing, and we
shared many outings browsing through the lingerie departments of local
stores. She also seemed to particularly enjoy applying my make-up, and
sometimes called me the 'sister she never had'.  She also tolerated my time
spent on the Web browsing on various interesting sites about sissies and
maid training etc.  Occasionally, she would pass some disapproving comments
if she looked over my shoulder to see some of the more outrageous pictures
that can be found, but she never got too upset about this. I really loved
the stories that involved taking things much further (i.e. outings while
dressed, enforced servicing of males etc.), but I never really thought
these would come to life.  Little did I know?

On this particular weekend, Sandra had arranged to pick up Terry from his
all-boy boarding school on Friday evening. He was due to say over with us
on Friday night, and to spend most of Saturday at our house, as John and
Carol were away at a conference. On Saturday morning, we all rose for
breakfast at around 9.00 a.m. I had intentionally left the heating off, so
that the house was quite chilly. As I had expected, Terry came down for
breakfast wearing a long over-sized T-shirt and his little white cotton
underpants.  Sandra and myself were quite snug in our towelling dressing
gowns, but I could see that Terry was visibly chilled. After waiting about
10 minutes for the cold to settle in, I took the first step of my plan.

'Well, young man, you look like you are absolutely freezing, do you want
something warmer to slip into?' I asked him. 'Yes, please' he replied
politely, and looked up at me with his warm, innocent eyes. 'OK, we'll
let's see what we can find for you', as I ran upstairs enthusiastically. I
went to Sandra's wardrobe, and pulled out her satin purple dressing gown. I
had bought it for her with a matching nightdress as a St Valentine's Day
present some years ago. I gently stroked its silky material as I reached
into the bottom of her wardrobe and pulled out Sandra's pair of fluffy pink
slippers. I hurried downstairs with my goodies under my arm.

'There you go, young man'. I smiled as I dropped the slippers at his feet
and held out the dressing gown for him. He looked at me with tension in his
eyes. 'I'm not wearing that!'. 'Come on, come on, I don't have all day' I
replied, shaking the dressing gown impatiently to hurry him on. He slid his
arm into the sleeve, and I wrapped it around his little body and slipped
the other sleeve on to his right arm. He pulled it over at the front, and
tied the satin ribbon drawstring in a shoelace bow at the front. He
smoothed down the front panels over his abdomen and thighs, and I detected
a slight grin on his face as he stroked the silky material.  He stepped
into the slippers and sat back down to the kitchen table. 'So now I have
two Sandra's' I blurted out, and tossed his hair in a friendly, safe
gesture to reassure him.

We continued with breakfast, and I noticed that he seemed to be keeping one
hand resting on the dressing gown on his thigh, with an almost
imperceptible stroking movement. We finished our light breakfast, and Terry
(as usual) sat on his ass watching TV while we cleaned up. When we all
trooped upstairs to get dressed, he offered to give back the dressing gown,
but I suggested that he kept it in his room, 'just in case'. I made sure
that his bathroom was stocked with perfumed shower gel and shampoo, before
he showered. In recent months, we had noticed that some early traces of
puberty-related vanity had appeared, and he was spending more time on his
'grooming' than previously. We all got dressed, and prepared to go about a
normal Saturday's business.

The next stage of my plan was taking place in the garden. Terry appeared
wearing a pair of scruffy jeans and a sweatshirt. I took the lawnmower out
of the shed, after suggesting that I should give the grass one last cut
before the winter. In reality, the grass needed cutting like a fish needs a
bicycle, but it was all part of the master plan. Terry grudgingly offered
to help me out, but only after several heavy hints on my part. I asked him
to hold the lawnmower while I refilled the petrol tank, after letting him
have several warnings about the dangers of getting too close to the cutting
blades, just to keep him on edge. As I was pouring the petrol into the
tank, I gave a gentle tug onto the starting line, to get the motor to jump
slightly. Terry reacted exactly according to plan, and pulled back letting
the lawnmower drop down. I jerked the petrol can towards him, and gave him
a liberal sprinkling of petrol, mainly on his crotch and stomach. 'You
stupid little prick' I shouted, combining simulated rage with just a touch
of humiliation to break down his defences. While immediately denying
responsibility. I could see that he was quite shocked, and looked to be
close to tears. 'Well, you'll just have to shower again and change' I
instructed, in a tone that made it quite clear I wasn't in a mood for
discussion or argument. 'But, I've no other clothes with me' he responded
in a timid, shaky voice. 'I'll find something for you, don't worry. Now
hurry, before that petrol irritates your skin'. He limped back inside,
feigning a major injury. 'You'd better drop your jeans there in the
kitchen' I suggested helpfully. 'Otherwise, they'll stink out the whole
house'. He looked back at me, with frustration and confusion written all
across his face. I just focussed on the lawnmower, so he had no opportunity
for further negotiation. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him
pulling off his jeans and sweatshirt, and dropping these in the kitchen. He
skipped off upstairs in just his white cotton pants, with those long
elegant legs looking cuter than ever. I followed him upstairs, at a
distance.

I handed him fresh pale yellow towels as he went into the bathroom. 'Here,
you'll need this' I said, as I handed him a small bottle of purple liquid.
'What the hell is that?' he asked, with distaste on his face. 'Have you
ever seen what petrol can do to your pubic hair?'. 'What?' he responded
with a sulky voice. 'It will just all shrivel up and fall out, if you don't
wash it out quick with this stuff. Go on now, before your follicles get
infected'. He jumped into the bathroom and slammed the door, not quite
realising what he was about to rub into his pubes. I waited patiently in
our bedroom for him to finish. Sandra appeared, and asked my why I was
hanging around. I told her that Terry had seemed a bit upset, and I just
wanted to make sure that he was OK. She seemed reassured at my big
brotherly concerns! A few minutes later, Terry edged his way out of the
bathroom, looking embarrassed and sheepish. 'Are you OK' I asked. 'I think
so, but most of my hair seemed to fall out in the shower' he replied, while
looking down towards his crotch. I struggled to avoid smirking while I told
him 'You mustn't have got that cream on quick enough'. 'What can I wear
now? Your clothes are all too big for me' he asked in a kind of helpless
pleading voice. 'Don't worry' I answered in a reassuring voice. 'I'll get
you one of Sandra's track suits, and no-one will know the difference -
OK?'. 'Suppose so' he said, while drying off his body. I went back into our
room, and picked up two of the items I had laid out earlier. I lifted the
pale yellow satin hipster-style briefs and her Adidas shiny pale blue
tracksuit pants with bright yellow stripes down the sides into my arms and
went back into Terry's room. 'Now don't laugh' I warned him. 'But all of my
jocks would be too big, so these will have to do you - OK?' He laughed and
was about to respond in the negative, when I interrupted 'Come on, no-one
will know'. I wouldn't be the first time or the last time I would use that
line on that day. 'I'll be back in a minute' I said, while leaving him
discretely to come to terms with his new humiliation. I would have given
anything to be able to witness his next steps, but I didn't think he would
be ready for that yet, and I didn't want to jeopardise the whole
deal. After a few minutes, I knocked and went back him to find him walking
around the bedroom in the bright blue tracksuit pants. 'How do they fit?' I
inquired. 'Well, the track suit is a little short, and the pants are'.
'Panties', I corrected, taking the opportunity to get him used to the new
role.  'the panties are a bit tight, but I guess they will do'. His tight
stomach muscles were looking very firm, just peeping out above the
waistband of the tracksuit, the legs of which finished just at ankle
length. 'OK - I'll get you something nice for on top' I said, and looked
him directly in the eye. I could see he was trying to 'read' my face, to
see if I was joking or not, but I kept a clear 'poker' face as I exited the
room. I went back to our room, and got my second set of 'props' for the
little play that was showing in the room next door.

I picked up the satin bra that matched the briefs he was wearing, along
with a yellow 'belly top' of Sandra's. This nylon/lycra top was cut off
just below the chest area. I reckoned that this was the moment of truth. If
I could get him into the bra and top, there would be no going back. I had
to handle this really carefully, with just the right balance of fun and
aggression. I walked back into his room with the bra and top clearly
visible on my arm. 'No way - just no way' he shouted, while backing away
across the room. 'Come on', I pleaded 'Just for a laugh - You're already
wearing her panties and tracksuit anyway, so what difference will it
make. It will give Sandra a real laugh'.  He looked really confused, so I
decided that swift action was necessary. I walked towards him and said
'Come on, just turn around' while firmly holding both shoulders and turning
him away from me. I put the belly top on the chair in front of him, so he
would keep his eyes on it. I held the bra out in front of him. 'Now, just
slip your arms through' I said in a very 'matter-of- fact' tone of voice,
and I nearly exploded with pleasure and anticipation as he lifted his hands
and slipped them into the loops. I pulled the straps across his back, and
fastened them at the tightest setting. It seemed to be a very snug fit.  I
adjusted the shoulder straps to lift the bra up slightly, and turned him
back around to face me. He was giggling furiously, and seemed to have got
over his confusion and fear. 'OK - I guess we need just a little padding' I
suggested, and reached for some cotton wool from the dresser. I handed it
to him, as I reckoned it was now time to involve him actively in the
process.  'Here - just fill them up a little bit, but not too
much. Remember you're only thirteen'. I stood back and watched him tearing
bits of cotton wool off the roll, and filling the little yellow cups with
padding. As he finished, I held up the yellow belly top above his head and
said 'hands up'. He obediently lifted his hands up, and slipped the belly
top down his arms and over his head. I lifted it over his slightly bulging
cups and smoothed it down. The yellow of the top matched his bra and
panties, as well as the yellow stripes along the side of his
tracksuit. What a lovely matching outfit, I thought as I stepped back to
admire my creation.

'Let's show Sandra now' he giggled. 'Not just yet - we have a few more
steps to go' I replied as I returned to our room. I got a pair of Sandra's
'slouch socks' that she had bought for her aerobics classes. Fortunately,
these were also in matching yellow, and were designed to flop around the
ankles, creating a somewhat layered and frilly effect. I also picked up a
pair of Sandra's trainers (sports shoes). These were mainly white, but had
nice pastel blue stripes along the sides, giving them an unmistakable
feminine appearance. 'Here you go' I said, while dropping the shoes and
socks beside his bed, and left him to get on with it. When I returned with
one of Sandra's make-up sets, he was just tying the lace on the second
trainer. The layers of the slouch socks were clearly visible at his
ankles. To look at his body from the neck down, he had all the appearance
of a young teenage girl, just in the early stages of puberty. Now all that
was left was his face.

I sat him down on the chair, and I sat down opposite him. I turned him away
from the mirror on the dressing table, as I didn't want him interrupting
these next crucial steps. I decided not to use any foundation, partly
because I wasn't very good at applying this, and partly because I thought
he was still a little young for this. I knew my make-up skills were not
brilliant, but neither are most teenage girls, so I didn't think it would
matter. I got him to close his eyes and I applied some touches of yellow
and green eye shadow to his eyelids. The yellow brought out the yellow of
his outfit nicely. For lipstick, my first instinct was to go for a bright,
very bold, pink colour, but this wouldn't have been really appropriate for
his age. Instead, I took a subdued dusky wine/plum colour, and I applied a
generous layer to his lips. Now for that beautiful hair of his which was
crying out for some attention. I brushed it out, and brought the sides
forward to frame his face. He seemed to be quite enjoying this sensation,
as he sat with his eyes closed and a very relaxed smile on his dark, sultry
lips. It was taking shape nicely, but it still had a somewhat boyish
look. My finishing touch was to apply one of Sandra's sparkling brooches to
the side of his hair, following a fashion trend that was becoming
increasingly popular with young girls on TV. This really tipped him over
the edge from tomboy to teenage girl. 'OK - Now you can look' I said, while
turning him towards the mirror. His eyes opened wide, and I could see the
sheer pleasure in his eyes. He turned his head and upper body from side to
side, admiring his new profile. 'Wow' he gasped. 'Wow - she looks, oops, I
look really cool'. 'You look really sexy' I confirmed. 'My own little
Sporty Spice (A reference to Melanie Chisholm, singer with the UK girl
group, the Spice Girls, who regularly appears on stage in sportswear).

'Are you ready to show Sandra now?' I dared him. 'Yea - let's do it' he
giggled, and hopped up and ran out the door. I patted his bum gently as he
skipped past me and down the stairs. I had to run to catch up with him and
watch him walking along the hall into the kitchen, where Sandra was
waiting.  'Oh My God, what have you two been up to' she blurted. 'I knew
you must have been up to some mischief, it was just too quiet' she
laughed. Then I heard a second voice coming from behind the door 'Well,
well, well, who is this sexy little tart?'. It took me a few seconds to
recognise the voice, then I realised who owned it. It was Carol, Terry and
Sandra's mother. 'Oh shit' I thought 'that wasn't part of my plan. How is
she going to react to this?' I followed him into the kitchen, to find Terri
and Sandra both laughing, with Sandra primping his hair and twirling him to
get the best view. Carol was sitting at the kitchen table looking on, with
an unusual look on her face.  It was a mixture of curiosity, interest and
determination. Her eyes were wide open, and she was leaning forward in her
seat, taking in this amazing sight.

'What have you done to my son?' she said in a slow, controlled but quite
intimidating tone of voice. 'Come here and let me see' she summoned him, in
a manner that made clear that there were no other options. Terri skipped
over to her, and stood in front her with one hand on his hip, obviously
revelling in his new role. She lifted his belly top to check his bra. She
used her tissue to wipe off some excess lipstick at the side of his mouth,
and pronounced her verdict 'Mmm - interesting. I didn't think I'd have
another daughter again after all these years. Not bad, but it's missing
just a little something.  Who's idea was this then?'. I tried mumbling
something that it had just kind of happened, when Terry blurted out 'Sean
made me do it!', and silence fell on the room. 'Oh did he now' exclaimed
Carol with a growing smile on her face. 'You know, I always wondered about
you when Sandra told me those little stories about your 'special'
nights'. I blushed and looked at Sandra, who couldn't look me in the
eye. She knew she had breached my trust.

'Well, if it's good enough for Terry then it's good enough for Sean' said
Carol, and grabbed my arm and led me along the hall. 'No way' I said 'No
way in hell', when she surprised me by grabbing my balls quite firmly.
'Listen, you little prick' she whispered in my ear. 'You gave up your
rights to control what happened when you started abusing my son. If I hear
one more whimper or complaint from you today, you will find yourself at the
centre of an abuse investigation. Now, try explaining that to your
work-mates and the football team'. I was stunned. She had never spoken to
me in that tone in the ten years that I had known her, and the fact that
her grip on balls was increasing all the time convinced me that she meant
business. 'But, but' I stuttered while attempting to think of something to
dissuade her as she grabbed my arm and led me up the stairs.

She sat me down on the bed, and turned to our wardrobe. She went directly
to my special stash of lingerie, and starting picking through my outfits.
'How did you know about them?' I stuttered. 'Oh, this isn't the first time
that I've been through these' she retorted. 'Sandra always asks my advice
on colour matching before she picks your outfits for those special
nights'. For the second time that day, I was stunned. What I had considered
to be our greatest secret had been a topic of conversation for several
years it seemed. Before I had a chance to contemplate these concerns any
further, Carol turned around with a cream-coloured bra and panties in her
hand. 'Now, why don't you start on these while I pick the rest of your
outfit for today' she commanded in an overly pleasant tone of voice. I
hesitated for a moment, then she picked up the phone and asked 'Or will I
just call in the police now?' I started undressing, and stepped into our
bathroom with the bra and panties. 'Don't be silly, child' she scolded, and
pulled me back into main bedroom. 'I brought up two sons, you know. It
won't be the first little prick, I've seen.  Though from what Sandra tells
me, it won't be too difficult for you to keep it hidden'. I was just
thankful that she hadn't discovered my little trick with the purple
hair-removal cream.

I stripped off my remaining clothes and quickly lifted up one foot to pull
on the cream panties. Just at that moment, Carol gave a gentle push and I
ended up rolling on the bed, legs in the air, stark naked apart from a pair
of cream silk panties dangling from one ankle. I was so humiliated I felt
like crying.  Carol tossed the matching bra onto my chest and said 'Come
on, hurry up you silly child' just as Sandra came into the room. 'Now you
should just wait downstairs and trust me' said Carol, as she firmly steered
Sandra out of the room. 'Just leave things to me and your life will be much
easier from here on out' Carol instructed, showing decisiveness that I had
never seen before.  She shut the door leaving Sandra outside, and she went
back to the wardrobes, leaving me to struggle with my underwear. I got the
panties on, but I had an unsightly bulge at the front. I was straining
behind my back to get the bra fastened, when I remembered how Sandra did it
each morning. I pulled the straps off my shoulders and rotated the bra to
leave the fastenings at my front. I clipped it closed and wound it back to
the normal position, slipping my arms through the loops. 'That's better'
said Carol approvingly, 'now try these'.

I couldn't believe my eyes, but perhaps I shouldn't have been too
surprised.  She had in her arms an outfit that almost exactly matched how I
had dressed Terri just half an hour previously. My own track suit pants
were an exact match for Sandra's. She had found belly top that looked
larger than Terri's, in a pale pastel blue colour. She also found an Adidas
tracksuit jacket, in the reverse colours of the pants, i.e. yellow body
with blue stripes along the sleeves. I was relieved to think that I should
at least be able to cover up my bare abdomen. She had a pair of yellow
slouch socks, and a pair of trainers that looked familiar, but somehow
different. I then recognised them as my own trainers, but looking much
cleaner than they had ever been since I first purchased them. I pulled on
the pants, socks and shoes, and then struggled to get the belly top into
position. I stood up to the mirror, and decided that the best strategy
would be to try to keep Carol happy. Anyway, it didn't look too unusual, so
I reckoned I would simply be able to pass off as a bit of a sports
freak. 'What do you think, Carol' I asked, while waggling my hips left and
right to show off my new profile. 'Not bad' she said 'but we need a few
final touches to make it a bit more realistic. Now, take a seat' and she
steered me towards the dressing table. 'Oh please No Carol' I begged, and
she stepped towards the phone, picked it up and placed one finger on the
'nine' digit. I had no choice but to sit back down, and await her
actions. 'Mmm, good job you shaved nice and close this morning' she
mumbled, while smoothing on some foundation. It was quite relaxing just
sitting there, letting her do all the work. She whispered gently 'Now close
your eyes dear', and I felt her brushing gently against my eyelids and
eyebrows. She moved onto my lashes, giving them a generous coating of
mascara. I felt her apply the eyeliner pencil along my bottom lid, then she
asked me to pout my lips. I felt her repeatedly wiping the lipstick onto my
lips. I was wondering what colours she was using, scarlet pink or possibly
dusky plum like I had used on Terri. I got a cool tingling feeling on my
neck as I felt something metallic and cold gently tickling my neck and the
top of my chest.  She placed some kind of hat on my head, and adjusted it's
position a couple of times. She pressed something onto my earlobes, and my
mind was racing, wondering how I was going to look. 'Now, my dear, open up
and have a peep' said Carol in a very gentle voice. I opened my eyes, and I
saw what appeared to be sporty young lady in her mid-twenties, looking back
at me. Carol had given me a pale blue baseball cap, with some blond hair
extensions hanging out of the back in a ponytail. The cap was pushed back
high on my forehead, giving a clear view of my pale blue eyelids,
highlighted by the eyeliner and mascara. The foundation had given me a
clear unblemished smooth skin, with what appeared to be a healthy tan. A
delicate neck chain held a tiny gold heart at the top of my chest, and
small gold studs were pressed onto my ears.  'Wow' I exhaled 'Wow wow wow
wow wow - I don't believe it'. 'OK - Now let's show the others' she said,
with a pleased tone in her voice. She brought Terri and Sandra back in, and
they were both pretty amazed. Sandra did her usual trick of primping and
checking my appearance and make-up, and Terri just giggled. I could also
see through his pants that he was still pretty excited at what was
happening. When the fuss had died down, Carol said 'OK Come on girls, less
talk and more work - we've got some shopping to do'. My heart sank. 'No
way' I retorted and she moved towards the phone, reminding me of the
unpleasant other option. 'But what if we meet anyone we know?' I
pleaded. 'Well then, you'll just have to make sure that you look your best
and make sure that no-one suspects anything' she countered, and I knew I
had really no choice. I picked up the tracksuit jacket to give me some
'coverage', even though it was a very feminine colour. But, when I
attempted to fasten the zip, I found that it would only close up by a
couple of inches, leaving my bare abdomen dangerously exposed. I looked up
to see that Terri was having the same problem with his matching jacket.
'Oh dear' said Carol 'aren't those zips very unreliable. I wonder what
could have possibly caused that?' with a look on her face that told me that
she had direct knowledge of what caused the zips to jam. 'Let's go girls'
she piped, as she directed us downstairs and out towards the car. I was
heading for my usual spot in the driver's seat when Carol snatched the keys
out of my hand and said 'No - I think you girls will sit in the back and
enjoy the ride'.  As I bent down to climb into the back seat, I felt a firm
finger probing the crack of my ass. I nearly lost my footing and fell into
the seat'. 'What a clumsy girl' mumbled Carol 'I hope she has better
balance in her new shoes'. Terri and myself sat side by side in the back
seat. My worst nightmare was quickly coming to life as we headed for one of
the largest local shopping centres, the one where we had met other family
members and several work colleagues in recent months. Still, the dividing
lines between my worst nightmare and my favourite fantasies were a little
blurred, and my sexual excitement combined with good old-fashioned
curiosity was most encouraging.

As we stopped at the traffic lights, I could see Terri was getting admiring
glances from some young guys in the car beside us. Terri blushed, and
looked at me with a guilty grin on his face. One of the guys looked over to
me, and smiled in an inviting manner. Fortunately, the lights changed and
they tore away before I had a chance to decide on an appropriate reaction.
We arrived at the centre, and Carol expertly parked the car into a very
tight space.  'Let's go, ladies' chirped Sandra 'We're going to have a real
girly day out' as herself and Carol jumped out of the car. Terri and myself
looked at each other, though I had to pinch myself to remember exactly who
he was. I took a deep breath as we climbed out of the car, and felt the
cool November breeze chilling my bare abdomen. Terri ran ahead, deciding
that his best chance of anonymity lay in staying close to Sandra and
Carol. As he moved ahead of me, I could see that he made a quite convincing
teenage girl. A little more awkward than most girls of that age, perhaps,
and a little less confidence, but still exuding that growing awareness of
sexuality that seems to flow from early teenage girls. I reckoned that he
was right, and that by sticking close to Sandra and Carol, it would
minimise the chances of Carol deciding to make a 'scene', so I quickly
caught up with them. I could see that a couple of passers-by were giving
Terri and myself a second glance.  I guessed that our matching outfits in
almost fluorescent colours were attracting some attention, but perhaps they
would simply conclude that we were members of the same hockey team, or
something like that. Anyway, no one seemed to be staring unduly, so we
moved on.

I wasn't surprised to find Carol and Sandra diving into the first ladies
boutique that we encountered, with myself and Terri following close by.
'Now, remember guys,' whispered Sandra 'If you just stand around staring
vacantly into the distance, you just might blow your cover, so you had
better look interested and get involved'. Well, there was no arguing with
her logic, so I looked at Terri, he looked at me, and then we swung into
action. He took down a pink mini-dress off the hanger and held it up in
front of his body, asking me what I thought of it. After making some
comments, I did the same, and saw Carol and Sandra smiling at their new
creations. We continued browsing around the next few shops, joining in with
the shopping activity like we had been doing it for years. Then, Carol
steered us into the next phase of our humiliation.

She brought us into the large chain store, with a wide selection of ladies
fashion and everyday wear. 'Now' announced Carol in a businesslike tone
'myself and Sandra have to get the grocery shopping done, so we're going to
leave you two girls to some more pleasant tasks. You have thirty minutes to
select an outfit suitable for a semi-formal evening out. Nothing too
formal, and nothing too tarty. Let's keep this cutesy 'matching' theme
going, so you'll make sure that you find something that suits you
both. You'll need some underwear as well, so find another bra and pants
set. Oh, don't forget some tights or stockings. We don't want to let those
legs let you down, do we? Sean, just put the lot on your visa card
please. We'll see you in thirty minutes, so don't keep us waiting'. With
that, she disappeared across out of the chain store, with Sandra trailing
behind her.

Terri and myself looked at each other, slightly stunned.  I don't know if
it was the thought of purchasing our own underwear, or the fear of when we
would be wearing these clothes, but we were both pretty confused. Still, it
hadn't been too bad so far, and I had always fantasised about going
'public'.  I leaned over to Terri, and whispered 'I guess we'd better get
on with it'.  He grinned in agreement, and off we went browsing. We seemed
to be initially in the section for older ladies (lots of cardigans and
flowery dresses), so we moved off towards the more fashionable outfits. We
passed through the 'Christmas party frock' section, and I lightly fingered
some of the velvet dresses, in both long and short styles. Terri held up a
classic LBD (little black dress) in front of his little body, and tilted
his head to one side, looking for my approval. 'A bit too formal' I
responded, and we moved onto the fashion section. We eventually found
ourselves in the middle of a section of matching 'separates', i.e. long and
short skirts, jackets and tops. We browsed around, holding up various
combinations for each other, and giving and receiving feedback. At one
point, I got a bit panicky and I started looking around to make sure that
we weren't being spotted. But, no one seemed to be taking any notice of
what probably looked like two sisters on a shopping trip. So, we continued
browsing. Eventually, we agreed on a jacket, short sleeved top and short
skirt for each of us. Terri had his eye on a bright cerise pink colour, and
I was going for a more conservative pastel blue outfit. We had more or less
made up our minds, when my sense of adventure outvoted my fears and piped
up 'Are you going to try it on?' Terri giggled again and we looked around
for changing rooms. Fortunately, they had individual rooms rather than
communal rooms. We popped into a pair of rooms side by side, and struggled
with our new outfits. I found the feeling of a short skirt really
strange. My legs felt really bare, and my increasingly excited manhood felt
really exposed. I pulled on the top, and jumped out to a little fanfare
from Terri. 'Aren't you forgetting something?' he queried, with a sly grin
on his face. I looked down to check my outfit, but I couldn't see anything
missing.  I then checked the mirror, to find a pretty good-looking young
lady, from the neck down. However, I had forgotten my baseball cap and
integrated ponytail, so it was pretty obvious that all was not what it
seemed. I dived back into the changing room to retrieve it, and came back
out to study Terri.

He had done better than me, and had the whole outfit on, including the
jacket.  He looked really sexy and cute, just like one of those teenage
girls sometimes known as 'jailbait'! He minced around the shop floor, and I
started panicking again as I was worried about attracting too much
attention. 'OK OK, let's keep going, we still have to pick our underwear,
remember' I reprimanded him. We ducked back into the changing rooms, and
donned our original outfits again. Terri decided to leave his tracksuit
jacket off, as he was a little hot from all the changing. He looked really
cute with that 3-inch strip of exposed abdomen, front and back. 'Now the
fun starts' I giggled 'Bra's and Knickers'. Terri's eyes lit up and we
moved off to the lingerie section.

They had a wide selection of lingerie in all shapes and sizes. It was
mostly in satin, as the 'everyday' cotton stuff was in a separate
section. This stuff was for special occasions, and it doesn't get much more
special than a guy's first night out in a skirt! We browsed around,
touching almost one of each item on display, cami-tops, french knickers,
basques, suspender belts etc. We had to remind ourselves that we had some
serious work to do. We came back to the sections with bra/pants sets, and
started looking through them. I advised Terri that we should get some of
the 'brief' style panties, just to 'keep things under control' and he
agreed. Eventually, we agreed on a 'matching' style, yet again. They had a
nice soft bra (no nasty wiring to chafe against our tender chests) and
hipster style briefs. I chose a soft pastel blue colour, and Terri picked a
nice baby-pink set. 'Well, I think that's everything' I said, gathering our
new purchases under our arm and heading for the cash desk.  'Here's Sandra'
announced Terri. I looked up to see Sandra and Carol heading back into the
store, carrying their grocery shopping. But, wait a minute, I thought, who
is Sandra talking to? I could see two other ladies following closely
behind, all of them grinning widely. Oh Lord no, I thought with a sinking
heart. It was Pauline (our next door neighbour) and her teenage daughter
Fiona, and she was looking right into my eyes. 'Well, who have we got here
then?' giggled Fiona, as herself and Pauline gathered around us. Terri had
a bit of a crush on Fiona for several years, but as she was just a year
older than him, she was 'out of reach'. But now she came closer to him than
she had ever done before, closely examining his make-up and
jewellery. 'Doesn't little Terri look so cute?' she asked. 'Yeh - but her
friend could do with losing a little weight' answered Pauline, and all four
females burst out laughing at my bulging abdomen. Perhaps they might even
have noticed my bulging crotch as well. I was so embarrassed as I blushed
under my make-up. 'They have just done their first shopping trip' announced
Carol proudly 'and didn't they do well'. All the girls went through our
outfits and underwear, and insisted on holding up each of the purchases in
front of our bodies to check for size. My heart was racing, as I scanned
the shop to see if we were attracting any attention. Fortunately, the shop
was not busy, so at least it was only these four strong confident females
that we had to worry about.

'So, what are the outfits for? Is there an outing planned?' asked Pauline.
'Well, I just thought we might all go out for a meal tonight' said Carol,
in a thoughtful voice. 'I know' said Pauline 'Why don't you and Sandra and
this big girl join me at the cinema tonight, and Terri and Fiona can go to
a different film if they wish. It has been pretty obvious that he has
wanted to go on a date with Fiona for a long time'. My heart sank as Sandra
and Carol's eyes lit up. 'Great idea' said Carol 'Now we had better go home
as these two girls might need time to get changed', and all four collapsed
into fits of laughter again. Terri and myself just looked at each
other. I'm sure he shared my horrible feeling that this was getting totally
out of my control. Carol gripped my arm and led me firmly towards the
exits, and back out to the car park.  My relief at getting out of public
view and returning home was tempered with curious anticipation as to what
was ahead for us tonight.

We returned home and I disappeared upstairs to change back into my own
clothes, while Sandra and Carol busied themselves with the groceries.
However, when I got into our room and opened my wardrobe, I was horrified
to find that all of my clothes were missing. Carol followed me into the
room and said 'Now - lots of room there for your new outfits. Why don't you
hang these up while you start getting ready for tonight?' I was stunned,
and I stared at her open-mouthed. She reached into her handbag and handed
me the bottle of purple hair-removing lotion that I had given to Terri that
morning. 'I'll be inspecting before we go out, and I don't want to see a
single hair on your body anywhere from the neck down. Pubes, armpits,
chest, asshole - I want the lot to be trim and bare - Understand?' I didn't
feel I had any option to argue or discuss the point, as she steered me into
the shower.  The last thing I saw as I entered the bathroom was Terri being
led down the hall by Fiona, laden down with shopping bags. 'Don't forget
your make-up' she piped in a cheery matter-of-fact voice. 'But I don't have
any' stammered Terri. 'Oh well, we'll just have to share mine then' she
giggled as she led him next door to get changed.

I found the purple lotion to be amazingly effective. My pubes and chest
hair just fell away, and clogged up in clumps around the plughole. I
couldn't help getting rather excited while soaping my smooth, bare manhood,
but unfortunately Carol interrupted, before things could develop. She
handed me a pale pink towel, and insisted that I wrap it around my chest,
not around my waist, as I would normally do. 'Now- shave twice with a fresh
blade' she instructed. 'I don't want to see a five-o-clock shadow peering
through your foundation later on. And use this body lotion all over. It
will help ease the stinging from the hair-removal. I'll be back in fifteen
minutes to help you to dress'. 'It won't take me that long to shave' I
replied with enthusiasm. 'Oh take your time dear - you can't rush these
things. You really have a lot to learn' she replied in a reassuring manner.

I took particular care to shave closely, and I really enjoyed applying the
body lotion all over. Once again, I was just getting nicely excited with
the lotion when Carol burst in. 'Oh put that little thing away please. It's
just an irrelevancy now'. She dragged me back into the bedroom, and I saw
my outfit for the evening laid out on the bed. 'It's always advisable to
lay out your outfit beforehand. It's important to ensure that all the
colours match nicely' she advised me. I noticed that she was beginning to
sound like a schoolteacher guiding a slow pupil through a difficult
lesson. The pale blue jacket and skirt were laid out with a bright white
polo-necked top. The matching bra and knickers were to one side, but the
big surprise was sitting on the floor - knee high black suede zip-up boots
with heels of around 3-4 inches in height. 'Where did you get the boots?' I
stuttered. 'Oh Sandra picked them up for you as a birthday present, but
there's no point in waiting any longer, so we thought we might as well let
you try them for size.' she replied. My eyes nearly burst out of my
head. 'Now - I'll be back in about 15 minutes to do your make-up. Put the
white top on beforehand because we don't want to smear your
foundation. Don't put on the jacket and skirt or the boots until we finish
with the make-up. See you soon' and she disappeared before I had a chance
to argue or have a discussion.

I slipped quickly and gracefully into the knickers and bra. I was really
surprised that despite how excited my heart was feeling, my little manhood
was really quite relaxed, and wasn't causing any unsightly bulges. The bra
seemed much simpler this time around and I fastened it first time. Carol
had also left out a suspender belt and a pair of very sheer flesh-tone
stockings.  The belt was difficult to fit, but it wasn't my first time, so
after a couple of attempts it was in the right position. I rolled the
stockings in the way Sandra had shown me months ago, and slipped then onto
my smooth legs. No nasty hairs to catch on this time! I was struggling with
the rear fasteners on the belt when Carol returned. 'Oh come here child'
she chided as she quickly clipped the stockings into place and let me over
to the dressing table. 'Now, you'll have to start getting used to doing
this yourself soon, but for tonight, you just sit back and relax and leave
it all to me.'

I took her advice and closed my eyes and sat back. I felt her sponges and
brushes working on my face and eyes, and I could sense the sweet smell of
the cosmetics. I got very excited as she applied the lipstick right across
both lips. I could then feel here putting what seemed to be a loose hat on
the top of my head. She moved her hand around my earlobes and neck, and I
could feel a cold metallic sensation on my neck. I was just dying to see
what the end result was going to be like. She led me quickly away from the
mirror before I had a chance to witness my transformation. She handed me
the skirt and I stepped into it carefully. I fastened the zip, but it still
felt surprisingly incomplete, like there was something missing. Carol held
out the jacket and I put it on. Now the final feminine step - the boots! I
sat down on the bed, unzipped the right boot and slipped my stockinged foot
into the suede. I had never experienced anything like the feeling of
enclosure and support that came over me in waves as I fastened the zip. I
pulled on the other boot as fast as I could, and jumped to my feet to see
how I looked in the mirror.  However, I had forgotten about the heels on
the boots, and I overbalanced straight back onto the bed. I struggled back
up ungracefully and moved towards the mirror.

I couldn't believe what looked back at me. There was a tall and rather sexy
looking lady with long cascading blond curls piling down onto her neck and
shoulders. There were curves in all the right places and the high heels
seemed to be forcing my hips forward in a pretty provocative manner. I felt
a huge stirring in my panties, and I thought I was going to just explode
there and then. Carol's firm hand in the small of my back steered me out of
the room and down the stairs. As I teetered down in my heels, the front
door burst open and Fiona appeared dragging Terri behind her. She had
worked miracles with his hair, giving it body and depth and framing his
face beautifully. She had added loads of jewellery and accessories, and
another couple of sparkling brooches in his hair to set off the entire
outfit. He was much steadier on his heels than me, and was mincing up and
down the hall wiggling his bum delightfully. 'How did you get him to do
that wiggle?' I whispered to Fiona. 'Oh it's amazing the effect of a little
smear of toothpaste up his bum. We girls do it all the time' and she looked
me directly in the eye daring me to question her. I thought it best to back
off, just in case Carol heard about this toothpaste idea.

Both of us were brought into the lounge and paraded up and down for comment
and suggestion from the four real girls. Just as I was getting used to my
new role, Fiona looked out the window and giggled 'Great - here's the
boys'. Terri's chin dropped to the floor as he stammered 'Boys - but I
thought you and I were going on a date'. 'It's a double-date, silly' she
countered 'I'm no dyke, so I can't go out with you'. Barry has brought
along his little brother, Jamie. He's really quite cute you know. I was
tempted once but ' she faded off into the distance leaving us all
wondering about what had happened between her and the younger boy.

The doorbell rang, and Terri looked out the window. 'You'd think they would
have dressed up. There only wearing tracksuits' he commented disdainfully
as he drifted into his feminine role. Fiona dragged Terri out, giggling
'See you later' in that superficial way that only teenage girls can do.
Terri's eyes caught mine as he was being led towards the door, and he gave
me a pleading look. I just shrugged my shoulders, indicating that I didn't
have much choice in the matter. 'They are getting the bus, so we'll see
them up there later' Pauline informed me. 'You wouldn't want to cramp their
style, would you' she asked me. I had no answer to that one, as I
contemplated the sheer horror of climbing a bus staircase in high heels and
a mini-skirt.  'Let's have a drink to help us all to relax' suggested
Carol. This was from the lady who gave me grief over my two beers at
Christmas dinner. Glasses of white wine appeared from nowhere, and we drank
gracefully while waiting for the inevitable. 'Don't slouch girl' taunted
Pauline as I took up my usual sprawling position on the couch. I had to sit
up gracefully, and keep my legs together, to avoid giving a shock to anyone
looking in the window. I allowed myself a little smile to notice that all
the glasses were stained with lipstick, as I collected them up and returned
them to the kitchen.

Pauline led us out to her car and the trip to the restaurant beside the
cinema was uneventful. 'Now ladies, table for four' offered the young
waiter as we approached the desk. We settled into our booth, and ordered
light meals. For some reason, I just wasn't in the mood for my usual big
steak, so I settled for a light salad instead. Just as we were finishing
the meal, I spotted Sandra whispering into Carol's ear and pointing out
behind me to the cinema lobby.  I turned to see the double-daters arriving,
with Terri hand-in-hand with Jamie.  As they settled into the queue, Jamie
carefully slid his hand around Terri's back and pulled the new girl closer
to his body. Terri looked deeply into his eyes, before letting his head
drop on Jamie's shoulder. Terri looked amazingly relaxed and comfortable in
her new role.

We paid the bill in the restaurant with my Visa card, which had got a bit
of a hammering that day. I thought I noticed the cashier doing a
'double-take' on the 'Mr' title on the card, but she didn't seem inclined
to ask questions.  We drifted out and joined the rest of the crowd pouring
into the cinema. I wasn't even consulted on the choice of film, and was
disappointed to see that we were heading in for a 'chick flick'. Obviously,
Fiona and Pauline had planned the event thoroughly beforehand, as I could
see the double-daters settling into their seats up at the front, as we
waited at the back of the cinema to be shown to our seats.

The film was as light as my salad, but was reasonably enjoyable. However, I
think I spent more time watching Terri and Jamie than watching the screen.
Terri and Fiona were sitting together in the centre, with their respective
dates on either side. They were giggling and whispering to each other, like
any pair of old friends. Terri let his head drop onto Jamie's shoulder from
the time that the curtain opened. However, as the film got going, I noticed
that, in common with many teenage dates around them, Terri and Jamie were
snogging furiously. Jamie was looking down on Terri's painted face as his
tongue pushed into Terri's mouth. After a few minutes of this, I was
surprised to see that they seemed to settle back down and relax. However,
on closer examination, I noticed that Jamie's hips were bucking gently but
rhythmically. Terri's right arm seemed to have disappeared, but on closer
examination I thought I could see movement in Jamie's crotch area, under
his track suit pants. Then I realised what was going on - 'The horny little
tramp' I whispered to Pauline 'Look where Terri's hand has gone'. He must
have opened the side poppers on Jamie's track suit pants and slipped his
hand in, keeping Jamie thoroughly entertained. 'You can see where he
learned that trick from' replied Pauline. I checked out Fiona, to find that
she too had one missing arm and one enchanted boyfriend. During one of the
more romantic moments of the film, Jamie seemed to throw his head back and
his hips forward, and I had no doubt that Terri was feeling Jamie's warm
sticky cum around his fingers.

Pauline was very intimate with me during the film, whispering in my ear and
resting her fingers on my stockinged thighs quite a lot. I guessed that it
was the sense of control and domination that was turning her on, but I was
really enjoying it. I was hoping that perhaps things might go further later
on. The only problem was that my constant erection was squashed down
between the cheeks of my ass in a most uncomfortable position. The film
completed with a boring Hollywood happy ending, but I quite enjoyed it
anyway. We drifted out into the lobby and waited for the teenagers to join
us. 'What were you up to during the film?' I whispered to Terri. 'What do
you mean?' he replied with a guilty look on his face. 'Well, you did seem
to have your hands full for a lot of the film' I asked. He giggled guiltily
and whispered 'I think we might both be glad that the guys emptied their
load, if Fiona gets her way'.  'What do you mean?' I asked 'What is she
planning for later?' His face looked very serious for a moment, and he put
his lips up to my ear. 'Well, she did say that we will have to ' he
started to whisper before Fiona dragged him away with the two guys into the
local McDonalds. As the guys took their place in the queue, Fiona dragged a
bewildered Terri into the 'ladies' room.

We headed for Pauline's car as the teenagers giggled and flirted their way
through their burgers and fries. Pauline got us home pretty quickly, and I
was wondering how Terri was enjoying the trip home on the bus. The doorbell
rang, and Fiona and Terri dragged their two dates into the lounge and put
on some smoochy music. I kept asking Pauline and Carol what was going on,
but they just ignored me, and told me to leave the younger ones
alone. After a few minutes, Fiona exited the lounge with Terri trailing
her.  She pointed a finger at me and beckoned me 'OK now, upstairs and get
ready for bed, quick as you can' she piped, clearly enjoying her position
of authority. 'But it's too early for bed' I complained. 'Oh, don't worry'
she said 'You've got a lot ahead of you before your pretty little head hits
the pillow tonight'. She took my hand and led Terri and myself upstairs. I
was surprised to see a pair of short satin night-dresses, laid out on
Pauline's bed, with matching slippers and satin wraps. The larger size was
in a pale-blue colour that matched my bra and pants set, and the other one
was a cute baby- pink colour, matching Terri's lingerie. 'OK' instructed
Fiona 'Drop the suits and change into the night-dresses. But keep your
undies and the stockings and suspenders on. The boys really love
them. Don't forget to hang up you suits, you never know when you'll need
them again'. 'I'm not letting the boys see us like this' I stammered. 'Oh
but you will' said Fiona in a tone that didn't leave any room for argument
'This is the high point of the night for those horny little boys. You see I
always give Barry a nice blowjob to finish off the night, but I'm a bit
worried about this cold sore on my lip. I don't want to give the poor young
guy Herpes at 16, so I have to leave that in your capable hands - or lips'
she giggled. 'Terri's already given Jamie a little release, but I think
it's time for Jamie to get his first blow job'. We were led back down the
stairs before we had time to respond, and I looked at Terri as he looked
into my eyes. 'It won't be so bad' he reassured me 'Fiona gave me some
tips, so I think I know what I'm doing'. He seemed to actually be looking
forward to it. I made a snap decision there on the stairs that if Terri
could do it, I could do it and perhaps I could even contribute the story to
that Fictionmania web-site. It would be nice to give something back to the
site that has given me such pleasure in recent years.

We entered the lounge, and the two guys were sprawled at opposite ends of
the couch. The bulges in their pants and the open shirt buttons told me
that there had been quite a lot of action already this evening. The boys
eyes bulged open as they saw two satin clad beauties being led towards them
by the 'master of ceremonies' Fiona. I think that they knew what was coming
next. Fiona positioned herself between the two guys on the couch and
motioned to Terri and myself to take up positions on the floor, in front of
our respective targets. Fiona reached over Barry's waist and opened the
poppers on both sides of the top of his track suit pants. She gently peeled
down the top eighteen inches of his pants, leaving his bulging manhood
pressing against his white cotton briefs. She then switched her attention
to his little brother whose eyes were nearly popping out of his head at
what was taking place before him. She exposed Jamie's crotch, and both
Terri and myself were surprised to see that Jamie's bulge was clearly and
noticeably bigger than Barry's one. 'Oh, I knew it' giggled Pauline 'I went
for the wrong one'.  Barry was just starting to look a little upset, when
Fiona switched her attention back to him and planted wild kisses on his
lips. Her hand dropped down to his crotch, and she gently ran her fingers
over his bulging briefs.  He had obviously forgotten completely about her
little insult as he lifted his hips to try to get closer to her
pleasure-giving hands. She pulled out the top of his briefs and lifted the
elastic waistband down under his sac. His dick unrolled itself and popped
out 'at attention', brushing off the edges of my blond tresses. Fiona
walked her fingers along the length of his dick, and it twitched furiously
as Barry groaned with pleasure. Fiona took my hand and brought it right up
to the base of Barry's dick. 'Now, only the base for the moment, or he'll
explode too early' she whispered as I wrapped my fingers around the base of
his dick. 'The heat' I whispered 'as I felt his pulse rushing through his
hot tool. I thought it might be a good time to explore a little, so I let
my other hand explore his hairy balls, cupping them and weighing them. He
groaned with each touch, and I found that I could cause a nice groan just
by touching in certain places.

Fiona had turned her attention to Jamie and exposed his dick and balls in
the same way. Terri wrapped his little hands with painted nails around
Jamie's dick for the second time that night, though this time he had a much
better view of proceedings. 'Gently, gently' chided Fiona 'you don't want
him to cum too soon. Both of the guys were grunting and groaning with
pleasure as we explored their hot, sweaty balls. Fiona slipped of the couch
to join us two satin-clad pleasure givers on the floor. 'Now, it's time'
she whispered firmly 'Just lick it like an ice-pop first, from the base all
the way up to the top'. I looked at Terri and he looked at me. There was no
going back now. We smiled at each other and turned our attention back to
the twitching hot dicks in our hands. I got some saliva on my tongue and
pushed my tongue against the base of Barry's dick. Again, he groaned in
anticipation of what was to come.  I licked all the way up to the top of
his dick and finished with a little flourish around his sensitive glans
area. His hips lifted again as he tried to get his little joystick closer
to my mouth. I looked beside me to see Terri taking the bottom half of
Jamie's dick into his mouth, with his little tongue darting all over
it. Jamie slid his hand around Terri's neck and started stroking his neck
and ears. 'Now girls' said Fiona 'Take it all in, as deep as you can go'.
'Oh yeah, please, please' laughed Barry and he rested his hand at the back
of my neck and steered me towards his knob. I opened my mouth and licked my
lips for lubrication. His hot meat slipped passed my lips into my mouth,
and I gently ran my tongue around the top. Barry was panting widely and was
clearly ready to come. I thought I could taste some salty liquid oozing
from the tip, but I really couldn't concentrate to be sure. Jamie had his
two hands on Terri's next and was simply just fucking his mouth. Terri was
beginning to look uncomfortable, so I thought it was time to bring
proceedings to an end. I slipped one hand under Barry's balls and cupped
them lightly. Barry let out a fantastic grunt and forced his dick to the
back of my throat. From the sound of the grunts coming from the other end
of the couch, I was guessing that Jamie had released his load also. As
Barry's dick slipped back down my tongue, the first gob of sperm hit the
back of my tongue and started slipping down my throat. I couldn't taste
anything, but could feel the thick slimy consistency of his seed. This was
quickly followed by further releases of cum, each one a little less than
it's predecessor, quickly filling my mouth.  I slipped most of the length
of his dick back out, just keeping a light grip on his knob. This gave me a
bit of working space to start swallowing his load.  However, I was
surprised to find Fiona's lips on mine, so I let her have most of his
seed. She was obviously disappointed in not getting her usual weekly load,
so presumably a second-hand load was the next best thing.

My eyes caught Terri's as he licked Jamie's knob clean of his sperm. Both
guys were breathing quickly as they slipped into post-ejaculation
relaxation.  Fiona kissed me again whispering 'Thanks, I owe you one'. She
kissed Terri lightly on the forehead and said 'Well done, you did a great
job' in the same tone of voice that a parent would congratulate a child on
winning a medal in the school sports day! 'Why don't you two slip back up
to bed while I pack these horny little things off home' she whispered. We
exited the room and were heading upstairs when Pauline called us into the
kitchen. 'Thanks guys' she smiled 'you just won me a 50 pound bet. Carol
reckoned that you wouldn't go through with it'. I spotted that the TV in
the corner was showing Fiona packing up the two guys and steering them out
the door. They had been watching the whole lot via a camcorder! Sandra was
looking confused and Carol was disappointed. Only Pauline was smiling 'Now,
up to bed' she chipped 'and I'll send Fiona up to read you a story'.

We slipped quickly up the stairs in a mixture of exhilaration, guilt and
pleasure. Fiona led us into a double bedroom, and helped Terri out of his
stockings and suspenders. I did likewise with mine and struggled to keep my
night-dress around my legs as I climbed into bed. Fiona helped Terri into
bed, and then started stroking us both through our satin night-dresses. We
lay back and looked at each other as she worked her magic on our dicks. It
didn't take long for both of us to explode across the bed, Fiona, our
night- dresses and each other. I think we had both drifted off into a deep
sleep with some strange dreams before she had even left the room.

(the end)