Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2012 23:42:08 -0800 (PST) From: Lissa S Subject: Free Condoms Part 3 (TG) The next morning, I woke up on the floor of Elliot's bedroom. His mom knocked before opening the door and leaning in to say softly, "Elliot?" I looked up at her and laid still, as I realized I was still wearing her daughter's bra and panties underneath my PJs. Not bra and panties... it was a bikini. I was wearing her bikini under my clothes. Elliot's Mom was talking to him, saying something about her and Elliot's father going to visit his aunt and wouldn't be back for a while. I was distracted from what they were saying for obvious reasons. I felt a twinge of fear, afraid that I'd be caught in my girlie attire, but that quickly faded into a realization of just how comfortable I felt in them. After sleeping through the night and waking up in them, they just felt right. Elliot's Mom asked me, "Allen, do you have a ride home?" I said simply, "Yes Ma'am." She smiled and said, "Okay, you boys be good. Don't get into any trouble. And don't sleep too late," as she slipped out and and pushed Elliot's door shut. I looked at Elliot to see what he was going to do now. He rolled over and went back to sleep almost instantly. I breathed into my hand and smelled my breath, interested to know what morning-after blowjob breath smells like. I laid back down and stretched, enjoying the feeling of my new undergarments, somehow constricting and freeing at the same time. I made sure my little package was secured into a little mound between my thighs, rolled around, experimenting with laying in different positions. I pulled my shirt up over my head, and laid in my bra and pajama bottoms, stretching out, letting the sun bathe my femme tummy and shapely torso. After laying in the floor for a while, unable to go back to sleep, I got up. I looked at my best friend Elliot, fast asleep, and wondered how he managed to actually score a blowjob from me the night before. I felt a little mad and used but maybe a little sexy, too. I wondered what I'd do to kill time until he decided to get up. I looked at myself in the small mirror on the wall, tossled my long hair and pouted seductively. I put a finger in my mouth and sucked it just to see what that looked like, moved it slowly in and out, watching my cheeks indent from the suction. I decided to go find a bigger mirror so I could get a look at my body. I knew we were in the house alone, but I still felt like I had to put my shirt back on before I could go out into the hall, and tiptoe over to the bathroom. In front of the big bathroom mirror, I shifted my body back and forth, checking myself out in my PJs. I could see the outline of the bikini strap under my shirt, and hoped that Elliot's mom couldn't see it when she peeked in on us that morning. I pulled my shirt up over my head, slowly and seductively, and tossed the garment to the side, watching the girl in the mirror mimic my motions. I turned around and leaned forward against the wall, arching my back and taking a good look at my backside in the mirror. The girl in the mirror looked over her shoulder and pouted seductively back at me. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my pajama bottoms and eased them down, waggling my shapely bikini-clad butt back and forth. I stepped out of my pants and got my first look at myself in a bikini. I was a little surprised by how hot I looked, how girly. I would definitely have wanted to hit it. I grabbed my tits, pressed them together, posing. That's when I heard a car engine outside and froze like a deer in headlights. After a moment of not hearing the car engine or anything else, I realized the coast was clear. I looked back at myself, groping my little titties, then I heard keys jingling and the front door opening. My heart jumped into my throat as I scrambled to shut the bathroom door and pull my pants and shirt back on. By the time I got dressed, it was clear that Elliot's sister, Melanie, had come home. I heard her tossing her keys in her purse as she walked past the bathroom and into her room, across from Elliot's room. Then I heard her opening and closing drawers. I got so scared, praying she didn't notice anything missing. About this time, I decided to slip out of the bathroom and back into Elliot's bedroom. As I snuck into the hall and heard Melanie muttering, "Where the fuck...?" it dawned on me that she may have actually come home to get her bikini. Fuck. I went for Elliot's bedroom door. Melanie came out of her room, looking frustrated. She was only a little startled seeing me in the hall, and said, "Oh, hey, Allen. Did my mom and dad leave already? Like for the day?" I struggled to remember anything at all. Melanie was so beautiful. I had a crush on her since I first started thinking about girls. She was probably the REASON I started thinking about girls. I squeaked out, "Oh, yeah. Yeah, they left." Melanie asked, "Is Elliot still asleep?" I looked at the bedroom door that I had almost made it to, where Elliot was sleeping, where I could have covered myself up in the floor and been safe from this awkwardness, and I said, "Uhhh... yeahh..." "What the fuck?" Melanie said, squinting at me with disbelief. "Are you wearing my fucking bathing suit?" she asked, reached out to me snapped the strap of her bikini top through my shirt. I stood, staring, the hall spinning. I wished I had a good lie, or at least a quick one, or at least a response, but instead I stared at Melanie with fear in my eyes, confirming the outrageous claim that she just pulled out of the air. I was wearing her bikini undernearth my pajamas, and we both knew it. Melanie yanked up the front of my shirt and got a flash of her bikini top. Oddly, the very first thought I had was embarassment that somebody was pulling up my shirt to check out my tits. But then I got scared and embarassed for the right reason again. "Is this what you perverts do when I'm not here?" she accused, "Go around playing with my underwear?!" I insisted, trying to stay quiet, "No, no... please don't yell... I'm sorry... it was just me. Elliot had nothing to do with it. Just please don't tell anybody!" She stared at me for a long time. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but I was definitely scared. After what seemed like forever, she finally spoke, "So you like wearing girl's clothes?" I didn't know what to say, so I just shrugged. She demanded an answer, "Yes or no?!" I shrugged again and said, "Yeah, I like it, I guess." She nodded, antagonizing me, "Yeah, you guess. Come here, you little fag." With that, she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into her room. I didn't like the rough treatment, but I didn't dare resist her. I just went along with her, ready to take whatever lecture or punishment she felt she need to give me, just so I could get this whole ordeal over. (and hopefully without her telling anyone about it) She yanked my arm, slung me into the middle of her room, and shut the door behind us. I stood, scared, ready to get cussed out. "Strip," Melanie commanded in a cold hard voice. I stood, frozen, staring at her. She commanded me again, annunciating each word, "Take... off... your... clothes." I had often fantasized about being naked with Melanie in her bedroom, but definitely not like this. Scared and embarrassed, but feeling like I deserved this kind of treatment, I obeyed, pulling my shirt over my head, reluctantly dropping it on Melanie's floor. Standing before Melanie's scornfull gaze in my pajama pants and her bikini top, I reached to pull her top off and give it back to her. She stopped me with another command, "No! Just the boy clothes. Keep my bikini on." I was relieved I wasn't going to have to strip naked, but then immediately terrified of what I was going to have to do instead. Oh no... I was sure Melanie was going to make me go outside in her bikini. And then she'd probably lock me out of the house! I'd be locked outside, stranded, forced to trek miles and miles in a girl's bikini to get home... knowing that if I took it off, I'd have to trek miles and miles naked! Which would be worse?! Melanie snapped her fingers at me, and said, "Hey! Take it off." I whispered, "Please... don't..." "NOW," Melanie said fiercely. I obeyed and took my pants off, dropping them with my shirt. Melanie looked at me standing there in her bathing suit, and giggled, "Oh my God." She laughed to herself as she taunted me, "Wow. I think you could actually pull that off. Seriously, you have a girl's figure. And your face, too." I blushed, and crossed my hand in front of me, making Melanie laugh again, "Seriously... wow." Melanie turned to her dresser, opened a drawer, and felt around for something. A second later, she pulled out a pink dildo. And she came toward me. Before I could register what was happening, she was putting it in my face, rubbing it on my mouth. Tracing my lips with it, she said, "So you want to be a girl?" I opened my mouth to say something, and she used the opportunity to force her dildo into my mouth. she pulled it right back out, smeared with my saliva, and smiled at me, saying, "This is what girls have to do," as she lowered the dildo to her waist. I looked down and saw her putting the base of the dildo against her crotch, making it look like she had a hard plastic cock. Then I felt a hand on the back of my head. She sneered at me as she pushed me down towards the floor. I went down on my knees in front of Melanie and thought about how my best friend was asleep in the next room as his sister pushed my head into her crotch, making me perform fellatio on her dildo. She moaned, instructing me, "Suck it. Suck that cock." Her voice got deeper as she moaned, and I realized she was trying to play the role of (her idea of) an average teenage guy, forcing me into the role of his/her female sex object. I followed her instructions, sucking it, as she said. Melanie gripped the base of her plastic cock with one hand and the back of my head with the other, humping, fucking my mouth, moaning, "Mmm. You think you want to be a girl? This is the kind of stuff you have to do. You want to be popular? You want to have a boyfriend? You better learn to enjoy sex- to enjoy taking cock. Cause whether you like it or not, no teenage guy, with all his hormones and constant boners is going to be your boyfriend for very long unless you suck his dick every once in a while. Most guys expect it at least once or twice a week." She humped my face, reiterating, "...at LEAST." My heart pounded. I couldn't believe what was happening as I sucked and slurped, coating her cock in my saliva. Melanie asked, "Understand?" There wasn't much I could say in response, since Melanie didn't let up from fucking my mouth, so I moaned an affirmative, "Mm-hm," onto the dildo that was being stuffed into my mouth. Melanie cooed, "Gooood... Now get up." She stopped humping and let go of my head. Relieved, I pulled my mouth off of her phallus and climbed to my feet. Melanie grabbed me hard by the arm again, spun me around, and slung me over to the lounge chair against the wall of her room. I fell, catching myself on the arms of the chair and trying to stand back up. I failed, feeling Melanie's arm on my back, shoving me back down, so I was bent over in front of her. I froze like that, arms braced on the arms of her chair, holding the position Melanie wanted me in. Behind me, I heard her say (in her guy voice again), "Come on, baby, I need some pussy." She slapped me on my bikini-clad ass, grabbed the waistband of the bottoms with both hands, and pulled them down around my knees, exposing my naked ass to her. I pleaded weakly, "Please... I'm sorry... I..." Melanie slapped me on the ass again. She interrupted me with an ass-slap, and then gently rubbed her hand on my lower back, saying, "Shhh, be quiet. It's okay. You you want to play like a girl, I just want to show you what it's like." I started to speak again, but Melanie yanked my hair back, stopping me before I got out a single word. She then stroked my head gently, saying, "Shhh. This is what you want, baby. Just let it happen. It'll be over soon." I didn't know what else to do, so I just stood there, bending bare-assed over the chair in front of Melanie, waiting for what came next. Behind me, I heard the rattling of a condom wrapper as Melanie tore one open. I didn't see her take one out of her drawer, so she must have already had a condom in her pocket. This made me think about how sexually active she must be, while I heard the sound of her rolling the condom down onto her dildo. Then, of course, I felt the condom-wrapped tip of Melanie's dildo against my butthole. She was gentle sliding into me. It didn't hurt, but once I felt the dildo going in, I made the decision to flinch and make a sad little gasping noise, pretending that Melanie was "popping my cherry," so to speak. A couple of weeks ago, that would have been the case, before I lost my virginity to three of my schoolmates. Melanie paused when I jumped, and said seductively yet tauntingly, "You okay, sweetie?" Little did she know that by then I had already taken three different boys anally. She didn't wait for me to answer before she pushed the dildo into me again. I made myself moan a little, pretending I found the intrusion painful. In actuality, not only did it not hurt, it actually felt kind of good. Unfortunately, the fear and awkwardness of the situation prevented me from enjoying it as much as I might have. Melanie kept talking as she sodomized me, "Ooh, yeah. Take it, baby. Take it like a good little girl. Like a good little faggot." I didn't appreciate her abuse, but I was willing to take it. She continued, "I never guessed you were a little girly boy. I was sure that I had noticed you sneaking peeks at me before. Checking out my body. Now I find out you were just scoping out my clothes. Is that it? You were just imagining wearing my clothes? Huh?" I sighed out a little, "No..." Melanie asked, "so you WERE checking me out?" I sighed, "...yeah." Melanie followed up, "So you're not totally gay?" I answered, a little offended, "No." Melanie went further, "Did you jerk off to me?" I participated in Melanie's interview despite the destraction of her probing my bottom. I answered, "...yes." Melanie continued, "Yeah? What did you think about?" I hesitated. Melanie reached up and slapped me in the face, saying, "Hey! Answer me. What did you think about when you jerked off to me?" I submitted to her demands as she continued probing, and answered, "I thought about having sex with you." She laughed, "Yeah, no shit, idiot. I mean tell me about your fantasies. Tell me exactly what you thought about." I continued getting dildoed as I reluctantly explained, "Um... I would think about... you coming out of the bathroom after a shower... in a towel. And you'd catch me sneaking a peek. Then you'd tell me to come into your room..." I recalled the fantasies I had been having for years, many of which happened in the room I was now in for real, getting violated. I continued, "And you'd drop the towel and ask me if I liked your body... I'd tell you that I thought your were beautiful... and you'd sit on your bed, and spread your legs out... and ask me if I wanted to eat your pussy..." my face felt like it was on fire with embarrassment as I told the girl who has been the object of my fantasies for as long as I've had fantasies all about what I wanted to do to her. And I was telling her while she slid her dildo in and out of my ass. I continued, "...and I would kiss and lick your pussy... and if I didn't cum right away, I'd imagine that you tap me on the shoulder and ask me if I wanted to put my penis in you... and then we'd have sex... it would be in different positions different times... sometimes you'd... you'd... suck me... sometimes I would imagine... um... cumming on your face... sometimes... inside of you..." I was moaning and whispering at the same time by the end of my recounting my fantasies. Melanie's voice was breathier as she said, "Well, guess what, bitch..." As she pulled out of my ass, I glanced back and noticed for the first time that Melanie's pants were unbuttoned, and she had one hand down in her panties. Melanie dropped the dildo into the floor and said, "Your fantasy is about to come true." Melanie grabbed my shoulders, pulled me into an upright position, and sat down on the chair in front of me. She pointed to the floor in front of her. I took this as a command, and knelt in front of her chair. She pulled her pants and panties down, around her ankles and past her feet, dropping them in the floor. I finally got to see Melanie's beautiful naked pussy right in front of my face. She spread her legs out, her pussy budding open, grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her crotch. I opened my mouth and closed it around Melanie's hot, wet, young pussy. My head was swimming, overcome by conflicted feeling, and flavors and odors that I'd fantasized about but never thought I'd get to experience. I kissed and licked Melanie's pussy as best as I could (which wasn't very well), making her moan and breathe heavy. It was less than a minute before she was correcting me, teaching me the proper way to eat her pussy. She pushed my head back and pinched her clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, explaining, "Here, see this part? Suck on it, okay? Suck it like it's a little tiny dick," and she pushed my face back into her crotch. I followed her instructions, finding and sucking the little tiny dick hidden in her vagina as I knelt between her legs, my bikini panties pulled down around my knees. She moaned lightly and whispered, "Yeah... lick it, too... suck it... and lick it... yeah... flick your tongue on it... oh yeah... if you make me cum, I'll let you keep that fucking bikini..." After what I guess was a few minutes, she was worked up enough to moan out, "Fuck me..." She pushed my face away from her pussy and pulled me up onto the chair with her. Overcome with lust, she pulled me up between her legs and whispered, "It's your lucky fucking day, bitch boy," and reached down to my naked crotch. As she grabbed and fondled my soft cock, she whispered a threat, "But don't you fucking ever tell anybody..." She lined my genitals up with hers, and I felt the head of my dick pressed against her hot, wet, fleshy opening. She tried to push it in, but... I was still flaccid. She looked down and jerked on my cock, trying to get me hard, moaning, "Oohh, come on, bitch... fuck me..." She pulled her shirt up, revealing her beautiful tits to me; Tits I've dreamed about seeing naked for years... but it was no good... Being caught by beautiful Melanie, sneaking around, wearing her clothes, having her dominate and humiliate me, forcing me to be the girl in a sexual encounter... and remembering the secret that I've already willingly been the girl in multiple sexual encounters with real guys... I was too scared, shocked, ashamed and overwhelmed to get erect... "What the fuck... come on," Melanie repeated, "...seriously?" Melanie looked up into my eyes as she invited me to fuck her, with a terribly dissapointed expression as she fruitlessly pressed my flaccid penis against her pussy, exposing her tits to me... She complained, frustrated, "Wow... you really are a little gay boy, aren't you?" That wasn't true! I wasn't gay. I wanted to argue with her, but... I had done some things with guys... and I did have the girl of my dreams spread-eagle beneath me, grabbing my dick, pressing it against her, begging for me to fuck her... and I couldn't... I couldn't think of anything to say. Melanie rolled her eyes and sighed as she shoved me back into the floor. She leaned forward, picked up the dildo that she had fucked me with, peeled the condom off, and handed it to me as she irately barked the order, "Here. Fuck me with this," and laid back, spread in front of me. I was still confused and overwhelmed, but at least now I was holding a dick that was always hard. So I pushed it into her. She moaned, bucked her hips, and pushed my head back to her crotch. I found the little girl dick she taught me about and started sucking on it as I worked her pussy with the dildo. She moaned, writhed and gasped until her whole body tensed up. She moaned and then sighed a few times. I was sure I had just witnessed the girl version of an orgasm. Melanie pushed me away, breathing heavily, and looked down on me, saying, "Yeah..." She carressed my face and said, "...you keep that bikini, sweetie." She stood up, pulled her pants up, pulled her shirt down, and said, "I'll just go buy a new one." she looked at me somewhat sympathetically, took her dildo back, put it back in her drawer, and left the room. I heard her walk down the hall to the kitchen and I heard her getting a drink of water as I frustratedly took off her bikini, stuffed it back into her dresser, put my own pajamas back on, and slunk back to Elliot's room. As I shut Elliot's bedroom door, and went to lay back down in my sleeping bag, I heard Elliot say, "Dude..." I froze, saying, "Oh... hey..." Elliot laughed, "Yeah. Hey. Dude... um... did you just fuck my sister?" I tried to answer, "Uhh..." I laughed, "What?" Elliot said knowingly, "Dude, you just fucked my sister, didn't you? That's... kind of... fucked up." He smiled and laughed, "For real, just tell me the truth. What happened in there? You fucked her, right?" I said, "Well... kind of..." Elliot laughed, seeming mildly offended, but not really mad. He just said, "Dude..." I heard the front door shut as Melanie left the house again. Elliot stood up, saying, "Well, I guess that's alright... But I think it's only fair I get something, too, you know?" I said, "What do you mean?" I don't know why I said that. I knew exactly what he meant. Elliot responded as he came closer to me, "Come on, man. I wake up to the sounds of you scoring with my sister in the next room, I think it's only fair that you let me get a little something." I didn't protest as Elliot gently turned me around and bent me over his dresser. He was going to fuck me again. Like he fucked me the week before. But this time, it wasn't because he wanted to try out condoms, or because he wanted to practice for when he got a chance to do something with a girl; He was going to do it simply because he was horny, and he knew he could get me to submit to his sexual desires. I didn't really want him to fuck me, but... I don't know... I guess I had somehow become accustomed to letting members of that family do whatever they wanted to me. Elliot pulled my pants down, exposing my ass, and put a hand on my back, bending me over just a little more. I braced myself on Elliot's dresser as he slipped his hard dick in between my butt cheeks. Elliot's cock slipped easily into my hole, since my hole had already been used this morning by his sister. I wondered if Elliot even noticed how well-lubed my ass was as I peered through the cracks in his window shades. Through them, I could see Melanie backing her car out of the driveway as Elliot eased further into me. I stood, bent over, gazing out the window at the girl of my fantasies driving off as her brother fucked me in the ass. Melanie left, and I continued standing there, bent over Elliot's dresser, letting him do me. He moaned and his balls slapped against my ass as he humped in and out of my bottom. After about a minute of taking Elliot's cock, I realized I had a full erection. I guess I didn't really mind taking Elliot's cock. It was actually kind of nice. I kind of... liked it. I think maybe I liked sucking his dick, too. I thought about what Melanie said to me, about learning to like taking cock, cause you had to suck dick and get fucked regularly if you wanted to keep a boyfriend. I thought about being a teenage girl and the things I'd have to do to keep Elliot as my boyfriend, and realized I was basically doing those things already. It was a silly thought that almost made me laugh, even as I was getting fucked. But there was something nice about it, too. I gave into the moment, rocking my hips, even moaning a little, letting myself enjoy what was happening. I thought about the position Elliot had me in, bent over his dresser, and here I was, taking it. Liking it, even. Pretty soon, Elliot had his orgasm, ejaculating inside me. He let out a long moan, cumming into me, and it felt very different than when he fucked me with a condom on. There was something so intimate about letting him... inseminate me. As Elliot shot the last of his load into me, we both let out a long sigh at the same time. The simulatenous sigh made us both laugh. Elliot pulled out of me and said, "Whoa..." put his dick away, and added, "I'm fucking hungry." With that, he went off to the kitchen to find something for breakfast. I pulled my pants back up, and stood there, freshly insemenated by my best friend. It was a weird feeling. But I liked it. When I went home that day, I snuck my new bikini home in my backpack.