Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2011 23:15:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lissa S <lblissa@yahoo.com>
Subject: Free Condoms Part 2 (TG)

Back for part 2. Hope you enjoy.

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	So after three of my classmates fucked me in the woods behind
school, I felt kind of weird. After sitting bare-bottomed by myself on the
ground, drinking my best friend's cum from the used condom he left behind,
I felt a little weirder. I looked down at my crotch, covered in my own cum
from the orgasm that Sam gave me, and decided the best way to clean that up
would be eating it. I rubbed the cum off my genitals and from my sparse
pubic hair and licked it off my hands. I liked the taste of cum better when
it wasn't mixed with spermicide. Realizing how late I was going to be for
class, I grabbed my undies and pulled them on over my shoes. I had to be
careful pulling my pants on so I didn't get the spit and sperm from my
hands all over them. I brushed my hair back as much as I could without
using my sticky fingers, and I was more or less ready for class. I walked
back into school, feeling... awkward. My crotch still felt sticky and wet
in my underwear, having not been cleaned properly, and my little butt
cheeks slipped back and forth against each other, slick from spit and lube
and fucking. I rinsed my hands in a water fountain, hurried to class,
apologized to my teacher for being late, and sat down carefully on my sore
little bottom. I made it through the rest of the day without seeing Sam or
Billy, but I passed Elliot in the hallway. We just said, "Hey." He smiled,
but he still looked a little guilty. I smiled, amused that Elliot didn't
know that his sperm was the only thing I had to eat that day. I took a long
nap when I got home.

	OVer the next week, I saw those guys at school as much as I ever
did, but nobody ever mentioned what happened. Except for big, dumb Billy
who saw me in the bathroom one day, said, "Hey, you still sore?" slapped me
on the ass, and laughed as he left, emasculating me and making me feel like
his sex toy. I got a little thrill from this, but also felt very
embarrassed. Over the next week, I felt more ashamed about what I let them
do to me, and tried to put it behind me. Luckily, the other guys were very
good at acting like nothing had happened, which put me at ease. The only
negative outcome was that it seemed me and Elliot didn't talk quite as much
as normal. We still hung out at school, but he didn't call me all week. (I
had to laugh that again I was in the role of a girl, sulking about a boy
that wasn't calling her) At the end of the week, Elliot seemed to try to
heal the slight rift between us by inviting me to spend the night over at
his house. (something we'd done plenty of times before) I happily accepted.

	I was happy to find that spending the night at Elliot's house went
like it always had. We ate pizza, drank soda, played video games and
watched a movie. I was a little disappointed that his sister was staying at
a friend's house (I had a crush on her, and always enjoyed getting to see
her in the shorts and tees she wore around the house) but other than that,
it was great. That night after everyone went to bed, we layed around in his
room and talked, Elliot on his bed, me in the floor on my sleeping bag,
trying not to laugh too loud. At a certain point, it got quiet for a
second. Elliot leaned off the edge of his bed and abruptly asked me,
"Hey..."
	On my back, propping myself up on my elbows, I looked at Elliot and
asked, "What?
	Elliot said, "You know... the other day... the thing we tried?" I
guess it was just a matter of time before he brought this up. That's okay,
though. I mean, it would probably be more weird if we didn't talk about it.
	I bashfully said, "Yeah..."
	Elliot continued, "Well... I was just wondering if you would want
to try it..." he hesitated for a while, thinking of the way to put it
delicately, my mind raced trying to decipher what his next words would be,
"...if you'd want to try it... the other way?"
	That was it. Elliot did feel bad about not fulfilling his part of
the bargain. He was finally offering to let me try my condom out on him. He
probably just was too scared to do it in a place where we could get caught,
and too scared to ask me when someone else might overhear, so he had to
wait until we were in the perfect setting before he brought it up. I knew
very well that I still had my condom in my wallet. So the only question was
did I really want to do this? Did I want to take a free shot at my best
friend's butt in the name of "condom practice?" I really didn't have to
think about it. "Yes." I'm sure I blushed as I said, "Sure, let's try it."
	Elliot got excited as he said, "Awesome," and got down off the
bed. I thought about where my wallet was, pretty sure it was in the
backpack I brought with me. Before I could go for it, Elliot straddled me,
pulled his pajama pants down to his mid-thigh, and leaned forward, pushing
his crotch into my face.
	Taken by surprise, I froze as Elliot pressed his flaccid penis
against my lips. He pulled his shirt up a little and looked down at me,
obviously waiting for me to take him in my mouth. What else could I do?
Recoling from it would seem... rude. I opened my lips and sucked his soft
little penis in between them. Elliot gasped a little and his cock swelled
quickly in my mouth.
	I wondered if this was like foreplay or something before he let me
try my condom on him, but as he started bucking his hips, fucking my mouth
with his pretty cock, I realized that when he asked if I wanted to try it
"the other way," he was asking if I'd want to try taking it orally instead
of anally. And apparently when I said, "Yes," I was gladly accepting the
invitation to suck my best friend's cock. Well, it was too late now. It was
already happening. I didn't know what else to do but just lay there,
leaning up and letting Elliot fuck my sucking mouth.
	Elliot groaned, pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He
whispered, "I'm glad you wanted to try this, dude. It feels amazing," as he
fucked my lips. I felt the shame and embarrassment of letting the guys have
their way with me coming back as I looked up at his naked torso, waving
back and forth, pumping my face. He looked down at me and casually
instructed me, "Hey, lick your tongue around it." I started flicking my
tongue under his prick, then swirling it all around the soft skin of his
hard meaty shaft. He obviously loved it, groaning, "Ugghhh, yeah... just
like that... holy shit..."
	He pushed himself all the way into my mouth, his dick pressing into
my tonsils and his balls resting on my chin. This was the first time I ever
smelled another boy's privates. It filled me with a strange arousal as I
waggled my tongue back and forth under Elliot's probing member. As he
fucked my face, I was pushed further back until I had to just lay back on
the floor. Elliot followed this motion and repositioned himself so that I
was laying flat on my back and he was in a push-up stance in the floor,
fucking my mouth.
	At this point, there was pretty much nothing I could do. My head
pinned down under Elliot, all I could do was lay there letting my mouth get
used by my best friend. And I found myself in this position all because of
a miscommunication, and the fact that I was too embarrassed to explain the
miscommunication. Oh well. There was nothing left to do but let it happen,
embrace it, and know that it would be over soon. That's when I started
thinking about cum. With Elliot pumping away at my mouth, it was only a
matter of time before he would shoot his load into my mouth. I thought
about eating his cum from the condom that day and how ashamed I felt
afterwards. I felt like if Elliot knew about me eating his leftover sperm,
he would feel grossed out and violated, but here he was, enthusiastically
fucking my mouth, striving to make me eat his cum straight from his body. I
reached up and grabbed his bare buttocks, embracing what was happening, and
tasted his pre-cum oozing out across my tongue as he bucked his hips
wildly. That's when I noticed my own penis was erect.
	I don't know how long Elliot fucked my face because I couldn't see
the clock (or anything other than the spot just above Elliot's
dick). Eventually he was humping so quickly, it was almost scary, jamming
into my throat, slapping his balls on my chin, and smashing his pelvic bone
into my nose at a furious pace. I closed my eyes, sure he was about to
shoot his load down my throat, and sucked on him intensely. It was almost
over. But instead, he leaned back and pulled his cock out of my
mouth. (with a little *pop* from the suction I was still applying) Elliot
was breathing heavily as he said, "Fuck, I can't cum."
	I asked, "It doesn't feel good?" a little hurt that my mouth didn't
feel good enough for him. Elliot got up and sat back on his bed, breathing
heavily.
	Elliot said, "No, it feels great, I'm just... having
trouble... getting to the finish. You know?" He pulled his pants all the
way off and said, "Come blow me," spreading his legs.
	I just stared at him for an instant, then had a weird on-the-spot
feeling, and then obediently crawled over between his legs. Kneeling there,
I looked down at his hard, slobbery-shiny cock, swaying from his pulse and
his heavy breathing. I gripped it in my hand, stroked it, feeling the
weight and thickness of another boy's fleshy meat in my hand. I lowered my
used little mouth over his cock and started sucking.
	I felt Elliot's hand on the back of my head as he moaned, "Yeah,
that's it." I bobbed my head up and down, sucking. Elliot instructed, "Jerk
it at the same time." I started stroking the base of his cock slowly while
slipping my wet lips back and forth on the tip of it. As I gave Elliot a
blowjob, I realized this was the first time I was the one performing the
sex act. The other times, I was a reluctant participant who laid there and
let someone do something to me. Now I was on my knees, head down in a boy's
lap, giving him the best blowjob I could muster. Elliot wrapped his hand in
my long hair, and jerked my head back and forth on his dick, forcing the
blowjob to get more intense. This really got out of hand.
	After some amount of time spent with Elliot yanking my hair,
shoving my head up and down on his cock, he pulled my head back sharply,
off of his dick. I breathed heavily as I looked up at Elliot, drool and
pre-cum dripping from my lip and my eyes watering a little from his cock
hitting my throat.
	Elliot said, "Fuck... I think I know why I can't cum. I think it's
just because you're... you know... you're Allen." He stood up, pulling his
pajama bottoms on. I giggled quietly at the ridiculously big tent pole
sticking out in his bottoms. Elliot whispered, "I'm going to go get
something from my sister's room for you to wear," and slipped quietly out
of the room.
	I knelt there, registering what he had said. Something to wear? I
heard him sneakily opening and closing drawers in the next room and waited
for him to return. Soon Elliot snuck back in, and quietly pushed his door
shut. In his hands, he held the tops and bottoms of a bikini, either the
sexiest or most easily accessible items Elliot could think of. He walked
over and handed the bikini to me, saying, "Put that on."
	I don't know if I was just so horny and turned on from Elliot
playing in my mouth that this seemed like a reasonable request, or if I
just wanted to do whatever it took to get this over with, or if I actually
liked the idea of wearing his sister's clothes, but a tingle went through
my body as I reached up and took the bikini from Elliot. Elliot sat back
down on the bed and pulled his pants back down. I stood up and I pulled my
shirt off, aware that he was watching me. Then I pulled my bottoms down
(including my underwear). I bashfully pushed my stiff little dick down
between my thighs, and looked over at Elliot. He was looking at my slim,
soft nude body in profile, and stroking his cock. He was probably just
trying to keep himself hard until I could get back on his boner, but I like
to think he was masturbating to my beautiful body. I smiled as I stepped
into the bikini, bending over, then standing up pulling the bikini slowly
up my thighs and around my butt, putting on a show for Elliot. The bottoms
fit me wonderfully, and I found myself surprisingly comfortable in
them. Elliot smiled at me as he stroked it. I tucked my little package back
between my legs so that the bikini bottoms held it in place and out of
sight. I then slipped my arms through the bikini top. It needed to be tied
in the back, so I sauntered over to Elliot, turned around, with my soft
little bikini-clad butt in his face, and got down on my knees as I asked,
"Could you fasten this for me?"
	Elliot sighed, "yeah..." as he clumsily tied his sister's bikini
top behind my back.
	I straightened it, got my little boy tits situated in the cups, and
turns around, kneeling between Elliot's thighs, looking up at him. I
whispered, "You can call me Alissa." I don't know where that came from. I
guess I was just trying to be a girl for Elliot so that I could make him
cum. I just... didn't want to be Allen for once.
	Elliot smiled, stroked my head, then pushed it down into his lap. I
took his cock back into my mouth and sucked, slobbered and stroked, letting
out girly little moans every now and then. I was now stripped of my
clothes, dressed only in Elliot's sister's bathing suit, blowing Elliot in
his bedroom with his parents asleep on the other side of the house. And I
didn't care. I was loving it. I wanted him to fuck my mouth. I wanted him
to reach down and grab my tits like he did periodically throughout the
blowjob. I wanted him to shove my head down on his cock, abusing my little
mouth and throat. I even wanted him to blow his wad across my tongue. I
wouldn't have to wait too long for that.
	As the wet sounds of jerking and slurping Elliot's cock filled the
room and the whole situation filled my head with perverse ecstasy, Elliot
leaned back, bucking his hips up off the bed, into my face. He moaned, "Oh
god... Oh fuuuck..." and he grabbed my hair as his cock erupted in my
mouth. The twitching and spurting of the beautiful member I'd been working
on for the past (hour or two maybe??) made me come close to orgasm
myself. I was in heaven as the taste and smell of my best friend's spooge
filled my head. I moaned and sucked and swallowed him. I kept going until I
knew he was spent, then I looked up at him with his cock still in my
sucking mouth.
	Elliot gapsed and said, "Holy shit, dude. I mean Alissa. That
was... amazing."
	I pulled his dick out of my mouth, swallowed cum, and whispered
(sounding almost like a girl without even trying), "Thanks." I smiled
awkwardly up at my best friend, his sperm on my lips.
	As he pulled his pants back up he looked away and said, "Wow. That
made me really tired." He laid back on his bed and added, "I'm out for the
night, dude. Oh, and if you want, you can keep that bikini on all night. My
sister won't be back for another day or two."
	I could wear it all night? Did he think I liked wearing a girl's
bikini? Did he think I wanted this? He's the one that asked me to wear it.
I felt a little embarrassed, but didn't feel like discussing it. As Elliot
rolled over and went to sleep, I went to pick my clothes up off the floor.
I stared at them. I put my shirt on over my bra. I liked how that felt. I
tossed my boy underwear to the side and slipped my pajama bottoms on over
my girly bikini. I liked how that felt a lot. I went back to my spot on the
floor, thinking about how I was wearing bra and panties. And about how much
I enjoyed it. I kept them on all night.