Date: Sat, 16 May 2009 08:43:53 -0700 (PDT) From: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com Subject: Transgender/Teen/Jimis Secret Diary/ 04 dear diary: may 20, 1965 The following is a work of fiction and fantasy. 04 dear diary: may 20, 1965 thursday, may 20, 1965 dear diary continues "oh, jimmy dear, that's right, love....let the cream flow out of my baby girl. oh look at how MUCH you make for helen." "oh helen. i have to jack it. may i?" "certainly darling girl, by all means, please do that as much as you want, darling. do you mind terribly if i watch?" with that i wrapped the hanky over the end of my now screaming-for-release penis just as it erupted in the first of a series of full throttle spasm-ing spurts. i had never even touched it once during the precum phase. this woman had made me come just by being close by, just by being herself. my aunt! my mother's sister. my knees were like rubber, my head swam. i saw stars. i gripped my cock and jacked it for several long moments as the creamy bubbly semen continued to seep through the ladies handkerchief; the pretty green handkerchief she had secreted between those lovely, bouncy, freckly, heaving, beautiful, milky white teats, was now a reeking, wringing wet and sticky, jism-soaked cloth. "you'll need a box of hankies tonight, my dear, darling, beautiful little zhee-mee." . . . "You've made quite a lot of cream for one so... petite, haven't you darling? I must say i AM impressed!" helen watched as i mopped myself with her now wringing wet green hanky. it was quite dark now. several smaller drops of my warm semen dripped from it onto the floor. "oh, you mustn't waste any, dear. it's so precious! i say, have you ever... tasted it? i couldn't bring myself to tell her a fib. i felt so vulnerable in my current situation, standing stark naked before her as she patiently knelt at my feet, looking up at my dangling fruit, so i admitted that i had tasted my own semen before. at home, in the bathroom, usually in the tub. sometimes in my bed. several times. "have you ever..tasted... or wanted... another's semen, darling?" i was pretty uncomfortable at this, so i hesitated. "oh, come on, dear, you can tell helen." at that. i looked into her twinkling green eyes, nodded and said that i had tasted the juices of others. "did you... do you...LIKE it? the taste of this juice.... man's seed?" again, i nodded. "do you PREFER your own... or do you like the taste of other boys' semen better?" "well... i guess everybody tastes different. "different? how do?" "well...last weekend i tasted the cum from four other boys." her eyes flashed. "really? four boys... all at once?, or surely, one at a time? you tasted their... what was it?... "cum". is that they call it nowadays, cum?" "yes. cum. jit. jism. spunk. cream. there are all sorts of names for it." "jit," repeated helen. "i rather think i like the sound of that one. it sounds so... so... i don't know... modern... juicy.... and reckless." she practiced using the word. "little zhee-mee likes tasting other boys' jit. did my little zhee-mee SWALLOW their... jit?" "yes helen. i didn't think i'd like it, at first. but there was so much of it, i couldn't avoid it. and after a while, i got used to it." "how did they give it to you, in a glass?" "no helen, they put their cocks... they put their penises... into my mouth... and i sucked them." "i see. may i ask, were you in reggie's pretty underwear at the time?" "yes. it was at a party." "and the underwear? how was it you were wearing a bra and panties at a party?" "well, it was supposed to be just a joke, at first. reggie had suggested i dress up "for a laugh" and dance with the boys, as the other girls had left early, when the drinking began. reggie decided to stick around and we all had been drinking rum and cokes. she even put some makeup on me. we had all been drinking and were feeling loose... this was after the spring dance." "go on, dear. tell helen more." one of helens hands fell between her legs. was she lightly touching herself? "well, reggie and i danced a few fast dances with the boys and everybody seemed to enjoy the joke, immensely. but with all the spinning and dancing she must have become dizzy. anyway, she went and fell asleep on a chair and it just got out of control after that. one boy was dancing a slow song with me, and i must admit, we were pretty close. he became...aroused, i guess. i could feel it rubbing against me, and i kind of rubbed back. a few minutes later, he came in his pants slow dancing with me. then, after that, the others all got a kind of wild look in their eyes. they all grabbed me and carried me into another room, away from reggie, and they made me blow them. i had to blow all of them, one after another. they smacked my face to get me to open up my mouth. it was humiliating. the leader put his dick into my mouth and ordered me to suck it, "or else". it was my first time ever. i swear." "that all sounds rather mean." "well, it was mean, i suppose. they took advantage of me. now everybody at school might know i am a cocksuck--...." "a what, dear? are you a cock sucker?" "yes. i suppose that's what i am now." "a cocksucker. well, not to worry, darling. all real girls are cock suckers at some point. practically every girl or woman you ever knew. even your mother. even me. we have all performed fellatio. that's a fancy way of saying that i too, am a cocksucker. girls like cocks. even little ones like yours. maybe even especially little ones. gosh, it's not so little right now, is it?" "no!" it was true. all the talk of my previous weekend brought back memories of me serving the boys in ken's den, and i was back in that room, sitting on the couch, resisting and then yielding, as one by one, the boys unzipped, or ordered me to unzip them and presented stiff cock after stiff cock for me to unwillingly lick, kiss, and suck. i remembered close-up views of young, stiff cocks at my lips, the feel of the velvety heads, the differing odors, and then beginning to enjoy the taste and feel of cock in my mouth. i vividly recalled the sight, smell and taste of their hard dicks suddenly erupting in my mouth or on my face, on my tits, in my hair, on my skin. and i remembered that i began to respond favorably to the feel of a penis in my mouth, and remembered the strange power i seem to hold over them as they pumped their hips with tightly shut eyes and filled me with their sweet hot bubbly creamy, deliciously thick and tasty jit. now my own penis was stiff again. i had been absent mindedly stroking myself with the sticky, soaked green hanky as i was ostensibly cleaning myself up. "jim-jim, if you want to taste it again, you've got quite a nice serving right there." "what do you mean, helen?" "i mean, darling, if you want to enjoy some of your own semen, you should. it would be a great pity to waste it. go on, if that's what you want to do." "yes, helen." "is that what you want to do, jimi?... swallow the...cum... the jit?" "yes, helen." "did you swallow the jit quickly, to get rid of it, or did you hold the jit in your mouth... and really, truly TASTE it? "well, i did it fast at first because there was so much of it. but later, there was just this one special boy, the leader, ken, and i did it more slowly for him. he even tasted mine later on, when the other boys had gone home." "interesting. would you like to pretend that it's his jit, jimi?... that he is offering his beautiful, special cock... to you again?" "ohhhh, yes helen. i would." i placed the semen soaked hanky up my face and opened it. inside was a large puddle of off-white semen. bubbly and sweet smelling. and still hot. i placed the hanky's center, where most of the cum had settled, into my mouth and with my tongue and teeth i gathered it together and then sucked it. it slid from the hanky the way an oyster might slide from its shell. i held it on my tongue. i placed the sopping hanky over my erect cock as i stroked. "close your lips around jimi, let the lovely jit sit on your tongue." i did as requested. "hold it there, jimi. thats right. savor it. roll it around with your tongue. practice that. men like it when a girl loves the taste, smell and texture of their 'jit'... as you young people say." she continued to kneel beneath me and watched as i continued to roll the semen around in my mouth, while my left hand stroked myself. her right hand was underneath the now bunched up skirt, i noticed. i still could not make out her panties, but her hand was slowly moving in a slow, semicircular fashion, beneath the fabric. the room had taken on the aroma of a woman's sex, that unmistakable salty, seashore scent. she had to be masturbating along wth me. she let the panties fall back to the floor atop my feet. i stepped out of them and with the delicate hanky still over my cock head, gripped my erect little dick again and jacked it seriously, using my right hand's palm to massage the tip of my prick. she whisked away the pristine panties and reached behind her and returned with a small cup. she held it up to my cock head and i aimed inside it... and i quickly erupted... again and again. this time i came less. heck, it had only been a few minutes since i ejaculated the first time. as my spasms subsided and my penis began to shrink to its normal tiny size, she took the cup and examined it before handing it to me. i followed her lead and lifted the cup to my lips and took alittle sip, adding it to the semen that was still in my mouth. it felt warmer, thicker. "is it good, zhee-mee? do you love it?" her hand was moving more quickly now, and she was gently rocking on her heels. i nodded. "drink it darling. take all of it... bottoms up, my pretty little cocksucker." i tilted and then drained the cup, lifting it over my head and allowing the dregs to drip on my nose and lips on its way to my mouth. helen's voice quavered at the sight of the semen streaming into my open lips, she had two hands inside the skirt now, making no pretense at anything other than self pleasure. "there's a good girl, now swallow it, honey and give me a kiss." of course i did as requested. she stretched herself higher to kiss me from that kneeling position, still touching herself. i looked down her open blouse and watched tiny rivulets of perspiration running into her now heaving and damp alabaster bosom. it was not a friendly, christmas eve type of kiss between relatives. she didn;t know it, but i had kept a small reserve of semen in my mouth. as we kissed, i allowed it to drain into her luscious red lips. i pushed out the rest with my tongue. briefly, our tongues danced as we kissed. i heard - and felt - her swallowing the jit; then i felt her shudder during her orgasm. "zhee-mee, zhee-mee, zhee-mee. what have you done to me? my god!" "i love you helen." "and i love you darling girl... always." apart from that onesticky kiss, we did not have close physical contact, though it could be argued that it was extremely close contact that we had enjoyed. after all, i had stripped naked and jerked off twice in front of my aunt, confessed in some detail to being a novitiate cocksucker and cross dresser, and now, for the second time in less than a quarter of an hour, my beloved, beautiful, sexy aunt witnessed me consuming my own semen, she had masturbated during my masturbatory act, and, as a finale, she had even shared my jit with me! we had crossed yet another line. "darling, shall we continue... dressing you?" "by all means, let's continue, helen." "good. i don't know about you, but i could do with a nice cup of tea. are you at all peckish dear?" i confessed that i was and she said she would go downstairs and bring up a tray. in the meantime she handed me a pretty robe. "Slip that on darling, i'll be right back." she handed me a music box and headed for the ladder. it was identical to one i had in a drawer at home, a forgetten christmas gift from long ago. there was a little ceramic ballerina on top on a pink satin stage. she was wearing a pink tutu with white ruffles. she paused at the top rung. "do you remember, jimmy?" "i have one just like it at home." she smiled then. i turned the little key on the side of the box. it began to play "tea for two" in a tinkling, metallic tone. the ballerina rotated slowly as the tune began. memories of that christmas began to emerge from fog and come back to me. i was four. maybe five. it was a gift from helen at the end of the year that i had stayed with her for a few months, here, in this house. mother had taken a secretarial position in the city and was staying with a college friend during the week, only visiting on weekends. dad had left, apparently, and mother needed the income. it was a lonely time, but helen was good to me and we had made the best of the separation from mother. "back in a jiffy, love." continued. comments: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com