Date: Fri, 9 May 2008 19:59:43 +0200 (CEST)
From: "leanbaby2002@yahoo.de" <leanbaby2002@yahoo.de>
Subject: TONI

  I got the idea to write this after reading the stories by Mardee Louise
Prynne which I regard as some of the best in your library. The story is
based on the question what would have happened when. It is however 100%
fictional meaning that all characters are not living persons. It is my
first story and which leads me to ask you to forgive me when the story does
not envelops fluidly and to forgive me because of my English which is not
my mother language.

  TONI

  The first glimpse of her I got when I walked out of the cinema of my home
town somewhere in Northern Europe the last year of the fifties. So I first
saw her back and I could only think of one word: flawless. I saw hair just
reaching shoulders a back that indicated an athletic figure, a waist that
followed her figure ideally, a butt that was not prominent as with many
other girls and long legs. The length of the legs was only a guess as girls
in the early sixties normally wore skirts below their knees and
petticoats. The latter was however not part of her attire.

  Walking behind her I saw that she was heading for one of the nearby
diners and while I wanted to buy a coke myself I followed her in. Standing
closely behind her waiting for our orders I got a whiff of her body
fragrance and I unconsciously inhaled rather noisily, which had her turn
her head. The first thing I saw were her eyes and I was drowned, big blue
discs that could melt an iceberg, which changed from annoyance to a low
smoldering spark when she returned my "Hi" with a "Oh, hello too". The
voice was melodious in a way unknown to me up till then.

  After she got her order and I mine I saw that she was standing alone at
one of the high tables and collecting my courage I asked her whether I
could join her she answered only with nod of her head. Now I could see that
she had page boy type hairstyle which framed her face and a mouth that was
maybe a inkling wide. I noticed that apart from her eyes no make up was
visible. I also noticed that her boobs were outright small but the total
was strangely attractive to me and I probably fell for her already in that
moment.

  All my observation had taken a rather long time and I was torn from my
daydreams when she said "A penny for your thoughts". After returning to the
real world I avoided a n answer by asking her whether she had been in the
cinema, which se confirmed. We talked about the move: Brothers Kamarasov
with Yul Brynner, Claire Bloom and a young William Shatner and agreed both
on the fact that Maia Schell was the discovery of the movie.

  During the conversation I asked her whether she as a woman found Yul
Brynner attractive. Her answer was confusing as she told me that she found
him sexy in another way that I might imagine. After we finished our cokes I
asked her whether I could walk her home which she agreed to but which
appeared to be only some hundred meters. At her door we shook hands as more
did not come into my mind. At the end of the fifties my part of Europe was
still in a rigid social phase where it was seen already as a problem when
you dated someone of the opposite religion and kissing on first dates got
the girl into the slut corner right away. I did however got to know her
name which was Tony Van Dyke and I got her promise for a date on Saturday
night.

  During the week I could not get her out of my mind. I just had finished
with my girlfriend after one year and I initially did not know whether I
had done the right thing missing our petting sessions in which we fondled
each other with our hands, further I had not gone even after one year. You
can easily say that we were all rather conditioned in that time. But now it
was Toni who was not to different from my old girlfriend save that she was
slimmer on second thought one may even say that she had an androgenic
figure that was constantly on my mind.

  On Saturday she robbed my breath when she appeared in Capri trousers and
tight t-shirt. Her legs were indeed gorgeous incredibly long. Also my
second impression was confirmed tiny boobs which was only increasing her
overall desirability to me. That was the first time I got that weak feeling
in belly and stomach. We went to eat together in one of the Chinese
restaurants and afterwards we spent some time on one of the terraces that
border the old historical market place of my home town.

  We got to know each other better talking about music, films, holidaying
schools and work. She told me she was a hairdresser and was eighteen, which
made her almost two years older than me. She liked basically the same music
as I did being Elvis Presley and Cliff Richard and there were many movies
that we both had seen. The subject of families was not touched during this
encounter.

  Walking her home that night I noticed that guys who overtook us turned
their heads to see the front of the fabulous figure and the seemed to be
impressed with the front view too.  That night we kissed for the first time
and although I probed her lips with my tongue she did not open her lips.

  We really got steady during the following time and I learned that she was
the daughter of a wealthy family, which I knew as they had a big mansion on
the outskirts of town. From me she learned that I was still living at home
going to college after the summer holidays and that my father was working
for the town council making us a middle class family. She told me however
that she did not have much contact with them anymore since she lived on her
own.  I also got to know her apartment which was basically a big room with
a bathroom and a mini kitchen. As her bed also was in that single room we
were using that to do our petting, which of course was our favorite pastime
being in that room.

  She opened up to me but only her lips and I found out that kissing her
was a very erotic matter on its own. She readily bared her upper body
confirming to me that she did have very small boobs but I did not care as
her nipples in the centre of small but very prominent aureoles where always
hard and pertly provoking me. She refused to have me remove her panties and
always had her legs together when I fondled her through the fabric of her
garments. I got rid of my briefs several times but she I could sense that
she did not like it when I tried to wriggle my dick between her legs even
when covered. Because she did not touch my dick she also did not know that
I did only have very short pubic hair as I had shaved myself down there
some weeks before we met.

  Her prudish behavior did not cool our friendship for some time as I saw
it as a result from her upbringing, her family may have been rich but its
background was a very rigid and strict religious environment. My family was
already more liberal and that is why I introduced her to my family without
getting to know hers.

  After about half a year I got impatient however with her refusal to get
to the next stage in our love making, which did not really deserve the name
up to the and I made her an ultimatum. I wanted to pet wit her naked,
promising her also that I would not press her to let me fuck her if she did
not want it. She looked hurt but also with a strange understanding
expression in her face. She said she had to think about and while she
thought about it we should not see each other for a month. I did not see
why she had to think such a long time but I agreed.

  After a month I got back to her apartment and she greeted me with her
irresistible smile and had me sit on her couch (not the bed). She also had
coke and rum ready, my favorite drink at the rime and started to talk. She
said that she had her reasons for not seeing me for a month and that she
had planned to use that month to create a distance between us in order to
end our affair. During the month however there was one big fault in her
plan, she was not able to detach herself from me and the longer the month
lasted to surer she was trhat she really loved me.

  I can tell you that I was flattered but she continued by asking me if I
was serious, whether I loved her too. Slightly taken aback I had to admit
myself that I loved at that moment but I did not know whether that would
last forever. "Important is" she said "whether you want to give it a
serious try". When I hesitatingly confirmed that I would she continued to
say that her reason not to get more intimate with me was not religion but
because she was different.

  I did not understand I word and forgot also to drink my rum and coke as
she stood up and slowly started to undress. When she came to her panties
she hesitated and when I looked up I saw two big blue sad pleading eyes on
the verge of tears. I had the strange impression that she was screaming for
help. At that moment I was sure that I could spend my life with her.

  The next moment that certainty was shattered. As she got her panties down
over her hips I first saw hairless pubes and when she opened her legs ever
so slowly a hairless dick came into sight hanging limply between her
legs. I sat open mouthed. My dick that was getting an erection during her
striptease seemed to burst out of my briefs one moment and than when
realization hit what I saw it went limp. I was slowly getting up and all I
wanted was to get to the door away from this freak who asked me with tears
rolling down along her cheeks to stay and talk. I got out.

  That evening I strayed the town not able to think straight. Several times
I had to sit down because I was afraid that my legs would give away. What
had happened to me? I had been together with a man for more than six
months, I had kissed him, I had fondled him, we had walked together with
arms around our hips and I even introduced him to my family. What would
they say and what would my friends say. I knew what queers were, in my
society at that time they were outcasts, was I now one of them. But during
all these considerations I had a face etched internally in my mind, a face
with big blue pleading eyes. A face I loved!

  That night I was not able to sleep tossing and turning in my bed and the
following days were not much better. My mother sensed that something was
wrong and asked me about it. I could tell her that I had had a fight with
Toni and she smiled understandably. A part of the dilemma was that I could
absolutely speak with nobody. Today everything is easy there is telephone
(imagine at that time we did not have one) the people are much more liberal
and there is the internet. If you have nobody to talk to you can ask the
internet. I could have googled for information on girls with dicks and
whether it was OK to love them (on second thought I do not think I would
even get an answer today to that question).

  On my long walks in the city I was ever drawn more to a certain street
and a certain house. After one month spying on Toni's front door I saw
her. I just had a fleeting sight of her face as I did not want to be seen
by her and I saw red teary eyes and when she walked away from me I could
see that shoulders sagged. From behind she seemed aged for years during the
month we had not seen each other.

  After that experience I made a decision to write her a letter of which I
still can remember the text:

  "Toni
  I saw you the other day and I saw a girl that I loved, although you did
not look very well which as probably also in part my fault for which I am
honestly sorry.
  I also have had a difficult time not knowing what happened to me, I was
together with someone with an angelic face, with legs made in heaven and
with breasts the way I like them.
  But then on that evening when you spread your legs I saw no heaven but
hell.
  Maybe it is my education that I first thought was to get away from the
freak.
  Now four weeks later I still get butterflies in my stomach when I think
about you, but I see only your face, I still have grave problems with your
genitals.
  Still I want to talk with you, be with you, kiss you and maybe, only
maybe I can learn to accept you as you are.
  Please give me an answer also when the answer is no.
  Matt."

  I personally put the letter I her mailbox and waited. I had not wait very
long because 3 days later there was a letter in the mail for me. When I
opened it I read:

  "You can come anytime you want, I will be there."

  It took me until the weekend to go to her apartment. Standing at her
front door I had the butterflies and when she opened I felt my cock
stirring. She was wonderful, having more make-up accenting those beautiful
eyes even more, wearing shorts and a blouse that was knotted on her stomach
leaving free a view on her navel. A figure that probably 90 of the girls
her age would be jealous of.

  She invited me in seated me on the couch got me my rum and coke and
started talking.

  As long as she could remember she always had an urge to dress like a
girl. She had two sisters one older with one year and one younger by three
years.  In the beginning the family found it amusing when Anton dressed up
in his sister's clothes but when he got older a ban was laid on such
games. Still Anton secretly continued to dress up in his sister's clothes
and was lucky for a long time that nothing was discovered. Probably this
was because his sister secretly was sympathetic with him. When he was
twelve however his parents came home when he was in full ornate in the
living room.

  Needless to say that after that there were severe restrictions, he was
sent to the doctor and the doctor had informed him that his parents even
considered having him on hormones to get him back to normal. Since that
information Anton behaved and finished elementary school and went to high
school.

  On the high school in a university town there were many children coming
from much more liberal families and that is how Anton met Marcel. Marc was
homo sexual which was accepted by his parents. They even became lovers as
Anton was attracted very much to boys although Marcel told him that he did
not have the feeling to be with a boy when the were together especially not
when they got intimate. Logically Anton told him about his addiction to
girls' clothes and about the way his family had reacted to that. When
Marcel heard about the problems his new friend had he talked with his
parents about it.

  On one of the next stays with Johnsons he was involved by the parents in
a discussion about his problems. They heard him out patiently and at the
end Marcel's father told him that the problems he had were probably beyond
his control and he asked him also whether he would agree to talk with a
doctor that specialized in such matters who also had treated Marcel.

  Anton grabbed the possibility with both hands and went to see the
therapist. After a long talk and some tests the doctor told him that indeed
his addiction was out of his control as he had a surprisingly low level of
masculine hormones instead his level of the female kind was comparable to
that of a woman. Anton was confused and devastated; because as a 16 year
old there was no way she could get away from his parents.

  Following was a time in which he frequently stayed with Marcel's
parents. During these stays he could start his journey into womanhood,
always helped by Marcel who found the whole situation cool and interesting.

  One of the happiest times in his life came when the Johnsons proposed
that Anton would accompany them during holiday to Greece. Formal visits to
Anton's parents took place who readily accepted the proposal as Mr. Johnson
as a professor beyond any suspicions whatsoever.

  The holiday was heaven.  Anton was allowed to be a 16 year old girl for
three weeks. Together with the family and Marcel Antonia roamed the
Peloponnese and loved the evenings at the beach promenade terraces where
she would wear her outfit that she wore today and to relish the hungry
looks she got from passing boys and men.

  When he became eighteen the big showdown took place as she left the just
started collage for a job as a hairdresser. The Johnson family tried to
talk her out of it but she was sure, she needed the job to be able to live
on her own. The family did not want her to change to an out of town college
so this was her solution.

  During her first year alone she was really alone and cried a lot, she
visited the Johnsons regularly but as Marcel was away to collage abroad
these visits became less and less. She tried to get friends and found a
good one among her colleagues after a wile however this girlfriend found a
boyfriend and the contacts became less and less. She did get offers from
boys but was always afraid to accept them because she heard the stories
that normally boys were only interested in getting into her panties.

  And the she met me, after our first encounters where I was just friendly
and did not urge her to much to get upstairs she developed a liking for me
that got deeper with time. After my ultimatum she really tried to get me
out of her system but I did not work.

  "Now you know everything" she said to me. She also told me that when I
just wanted to be her friend she would accept that and I told that I really
wanted to start from there. Just being friends.

  We were a pair again I even invited her home again as my parents kept
asking whether my friendship with Toni was still flourishing. AS I could
not say no she became a regular visitor ton the parental house.

  I had a rather big circle of friends and Toni was the most sexy and
seductive girl in that circle. Probably many of my friends secretly envied
me because of her and I was a sexual hermit but one that was the focus of a
very seductive woman and therefore it did not take long before we got back
to our kissing again. However with reversed roles I was now the one who
wanted to keep his briefs on.

  Our discussions however were ever more centered on sexuality. She asked
me whether I masturbated which I admitted. The next day she said that she
could do the masturbating for me. She had me by the balls of course as I
could not say no and I was undressed. I mean to masturbate alone is one
thing to have a girl do the job for you is completely different. She had me
lying on my back and started to use her hands on me and knowing what men
liked she put the pressure on it in such a way that my cock head become
sore and ever more sensitive. Every time however when I was short before an
orgasm she slowed down.

  When it was obvious that I could not hold o much longer she took my dick
in her mouth and now squeezed my cock head with her lips and tongue. When I
came it was an explosion I felt I coming from all the most outer parts of
my body, building up when these incredible feelings became stronger during
their journey the center of my body, which was now my penis. I went rigid,
my whole body shivered as a first jet of cum shot out of my penis and than
the most unbelievable thing happened when this beautiful girl between my
legs started to suck the cum already there and the next ejaculation right
out of my penis. It seemed as if she drained me from all cum I was able to
make in my life. Groaned and I heard myself call her name.

  As soon as I felt that these orgasms subsided I felt her body touched
mine all over and I felt her lips in mine. I also felt a sticky faintly
sweet substance in my mouth and realized that I tasted and swallowed my own
cum and I did not care.

  After that evening her seduction efforts were even intensified. Talking
our first sexual experience together I had to admit of course that she was
welcome to repeat that and time she wanted. That was however not what Toni
had in mind she asked my whether I would take her in from behind. I was
again taken as I knew of course that women also wanted to be taken that way
so it would not be a gay practice.

  When I agreed she excused herself and after some time in the bathroom she
came back naked. In my growing lust I had forgotten that I would not be
able to fuck her that ways with panties on that covered her own dick. But
it was too late now to change my mind and I felt her up between her butt
avoiding to touch her ball sack and dick that were visible between her legs
and a dick that was erected now. I also had a hairless dick but seeing that
with another person makes me horny without end. I had her stick her butt up
to me and started to take her doggy style.

  My cock which was carefully oiled by Toni was in pushing at her star hole
and I was met considerable resistance only very slowly I got my cock head
in and when it passed the star hole it snapped as if to imprison the head,
it even hurt. Toni was moaning hoarsely telling me: "Yes Matt, give me
more, give me more make me a woman." Because the cock head is the part of
the penis with the biggest diameter the rest of the entrance was comparably
easy. I felt so great, I had fucked only two times before but this whole
was so narrow so grabbing me and when started to move in and out Toni
moaned louder.

  My movements that were prudently in the beginning became wilder and
wilder and Toni increased that movement by trashing around on the bed. My
balls slapped against the bridge between her star hole and the base of her
penis and after some gorgeous minutes an even more gorgeous orgasm
followed. Rolling away from each other but instantly seeking each other
again we laid panting and kissing and she whispered to me "Thank you for
making me a woman at last."

  With these two practices we enjoyed each other the coming months and both
of us seemed insatiable. Still I never had touched her cock and she did not
talk much about at least not for the time being.

  Some time later she asked me whether I did not want to fuck her face to
face, when she asked she was lying naked on the bed with hands cupping her
boobs and her legs a little bit spread. I was standing in front of the bed
and being a seventeen year old boy I was no match for this nineteen year
old being that did not seem to be real because the 100% female body was
crowned with an erect hairless penis which did not belong there but which I
had come to know as a centre of lust.

  After observing her for only seconds I decided that I wanted to have
everything of this creature, which meant that I also had to possess her
dick. I kneeled before the bed and without any warning I put her cock head
in my mouth. She gasped with surprise and I had my first real taste of
Toni. I slowly lowered my head on her until I swallowed all of her dick. My
hands tickled her balls and I started to massage this rod with my tongue
and teeth. Toni cried out for joy and lust and much sooner as I really
wanted her body became rigid. The body stiffness that came before an orgasm
and then she exploded in my mouth.

  I barely succeeded to swallow her first stream when a second and a third
hit me. I swallowed I licked but could avoid that some of this nectar was
spilling out of my mouth. When her body slacked I crawled on top of her and
we devoured the last of her cum together in an everlasting kiss that sealed
out love in a very special way. A love that would keep us together for a
very long time but that is altogether another story.


  This is the end of this story. I would have liked it to be longer but at
this point I thought it more important to give it to you. Any comments
positive as well as negative are welcome at leanbabz@yahoo.de