Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2011 08:47:28 -0800 (PST) From: Jimi Jones Subject: Jimi's Secret Diary: New Story: Spin the Bottle/ PART TWO This is a work of fantasy and fiction Dear Editor. Please include this work with my other stories. Thanks very much. http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/teen/jimis-secret-diary/ SPIN THE BOTTLE PART ONE (Highlights of the previous episode): The first time I did it ....I was just (xx) years of age...... at an afternoon birthday party for Laura, a friend from high school... ..."Open up jimi", the unseen girl's voice insisted...."you know you want this...we all know you want this.... all of us." ...I remember he was standing over me, his big fat erect cock right in front of my lips it still was dripping with cum, and he said ... you look so pretty with my semen all over your face... He asked me if I wanted to taste some more... I said, "but there's none left"... and he said, "don't worry, I'll make some more"... ...I looked up through the now parted curtain into the rec room. Jennifer and Helen were in bras and panties and were making out on the sofa watching me and Jack as they also partook of forbidden pleasures, their fingers between each others legs as they kissed... ...Next to them stood Roger, who was now completely naked and fully erect. His penis was fat and full and Laura was fondling him. Laura was holding some girls underwear in her other hand and smiling at me, like she did when she caught me staring at Jack's meaty pecker earlier. She said I would look good in them. "You're next", she said to Roger. "You're next with jimiboygirl." SPIN THE BOTTLE PART TWO http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqIH_uuNmuI/TPfA1Jv1ImI/AAAAAAAAb2g/oLB9DluSJIM/s640/02122010+35.jpg http://dtr00.imagemaniac.com/8c/2e/a1/87/d4659ffe8bc9d1193e8f79e69fab6ad0.cache.jpg I was a mess. There was Jack's semen on my face and neck, my cheeks, even in my hair.... there were more stringy spurts embedded in shirt collar and all down the front of my shirt as well. There were crusting white trails on the top of my navy blue serge pant legs where Jack had dripped from my chin, probably. I touched my hair. It felt sticky across the crown and fringe, and it was starting to set and become stiff. I became aware of the thick, organic yet chemically, mushroom soupy taste in my mouth. It was thick, viscous. It felt like congealing gravy...like not quite set jell-o, like slime, like semen. Jit. Jizz. Cum. Baby Gravy. Spunk. I was embarrassed by the scent of my breath now. I smelled very strongly of boy's cum...I smelled like a locker room...like male sweat...not just sweet armpit sweat by itself, but also that unmistakably strong, deep animal scent...the smell of sweating testicles, the sweat from the top area of a man's legs, where everything joins together...anal sweat, sweat from a fat swinging cock. Jockstrap sweat. Football practice sweat. I smelled like lust itself. I smelled like a girl who had just orally serviced the offensive line of the football team at half time. But I wasn't a girl... not really. I was a boy in creased and sticky party clothes, on his knees in a school friend's basement, having just given in to a long-held secret, suppressed fantasy, a thought that came sometimes at night, when one couldn't sleep...an involuntary thought that visits in the dead of night. One tosses and turns endlessly before giving up and realizing that the only way to dreamland was through one's own sex. The hand then joins the mind in a fantasy duet... there are always variations in this scene, at the beginning anyway, but then, recently, it inevitably turns out the same way somehow... The hand travels southward, pausing at the top of one's underpants, lightly brushing southward, caressing the smallish lump of hot flesh there, running circles around the meat, lightly squeezing everything and releasing, continuously, until the pants start to expand, in my case a very slight expansion. One imagines a female hand, small, birdlike, delicate, landing atop the meaty bits and lightly pecking, its ruffled feathery wings fluttering, tickling everything then becoming a girl's hand once more...delicately lacquered red nails and pale skin on tiny, thin, beautifully sculpted and soft fingertips. One sees a thin gold bracelet and the delicate female hand, in one's mind..stroking, and touching and squeeeeeeeezing and releasing and holding and releasing and tracing everything...outline of testicles, one at a time,then together, lightly clutching them like precious eggs. another hand joins the first and together they trace and hold everything...one hand works the penis and the other caresses the balls, girls hands, pretty, delicate hands.... fingers drift upward, a hand at each hip and lightly draw down the cotton material..the elastic hugs the tummy, then the hips and then the thighs...they slide down rather easily from that point and end up around the knees.The hands begin in earnest now... the legs bend, the heels dig into the sheets, ones bottom is lifted slightly from the mattress... a hand caresses the cheeks..one imagines pretty, full, rounded girly buttocks, and lightly taps and plies and probes the girly fullness.... with one hand while tickling the testicles with the other.... mind wandering now....one imagines that one's own buttocks are not un-girl-like....remembering whispered comparisons and comments by aunts at family parties, the snickers from neighborhood ladies at last year's choice of Halloween costume, and wolf whistles and stares by male passersby.... odd comments by bachelor uncles.... the creepy ice cream vendor demonstrating lewdly the way I should really enjoy a "popsicle or a lollypop"..... all these thoughts.... the stroking continuing... my aunts comparing me to Shirley Temple at six.... saying my face was too pretty for a boy.... squeezing my cheeks... touching my backside.... leering faces of guys at school now mixed with the faces of girls as the hands caress and pull... I don't want guys in this fantasy! I want the girls! Go away boys!!! But they won't. The girls take hold of me and remove me. They take me to a dark and secret place where I am the only male.... they start to kiss me, to caress me, and then they begin to slowly undress me, they get me naked...they apply oils to me and begin to fondle me.... other girls are doing things to me..suddenly they release me and I am dressed like one of them! Slip, bra... panties...stockings. At this point in my masturbatory fantasy my under developed cock is at its hardest. The girls hold me and draw red lips on me. They spray perfume between my breasts, though I am totally flat-chested. The boy(s) reappear. Each boy takes one of the girls. Soon there are no girls left for me. I am the only one. I sit in stockings and slip and makeup and pretty panties, my hands in my lap. I am trying not to be noticed. Suddenly I am in shadow. When I look up...there is a boy standing over me, rubbing himself, rubbing himself, rubbing himself, his cock is inches from my face. he places two strong fingers under my chin and lifts my head... as my head comes level with his midsection he pulls a throbbing semi-rigid cock from his fly, he brings my head closer to him, he begins to tell me to open my mouth.... when suddenly there is a loud noise "I SAID...EARTH TO JIMI. EARTH TO JIMI." I am brought back to the present moment. It is Laura. She is leaning over me, smiling and sniffing her nose.... "MMMMM you smell pretty ripe, jimi. Let's get you cleaned up." With that she leads me back through the rec room to a rear laundry room. She takes a towel and dips it into a basin of warm water and washes the sticky cum from my face and neck. Closing the door, she asks me to remove my clothes so she can wash them. "We can't have you going home looking...and smelling...like an orgy." I protest, telling her that I have nothing to put on in the meantime. She counters, in a sing-song voice... "Oh yes you do"......as she points to the washer and dryer. On top of the dryer is a neat pile of delicate looking articles. It looks like her underwear. There are no boys clothes there at all. It's like my recurring dream. I can see a woman's white nylon half slip with laced hem, and a pretty little white training bra, with lace covered cups and thin little lace edged shoulder straps, several pairs of pretty panties... on top is a pretty pink cotton pair with a tiny blue bow at the front. There are a pair of dressy looking dark self supporting stockings with lace tops. She holds up the delicate training bra to my chest. I can see the inside of the foam padded cups. "This is a few years old, jimi, but it will look divine on you." I blush. "You can keep anything you like, jimi. and I can keep them here for you, nice and safe so that anytime you have the desire to" ..... her voice trails off, the desire left unspoken, yet obvious to Laura. She refer to my secret desires to dress like a girl and act like one, too. Is my behavior so obvious that everybody seems to know my secret before i have even confessed it? Don't be shy, jimi. Tell you what. I'll change my clothes too! With that, she unbuttons and removes her white blouse... and unzips the side zipper of her green plaid skirt quickly, and shimmies out of her slip and finally, she peels down and licks off a pair of damp smelling white cotton panties, revealing a beautiful yet small tuft of golden pubic hair. When she asks me to help her with her bra I know she is just teasing me. Still, my fingers fumble with the catch and she says I will have to practice that maneuver more often, especially if I am to wear her underwear. You'll need to be able to do this in a dark car, or in a park, or anywhere else. "It takes a lot of training to 'girl' convincingly, jimi." I stand behind her and eventually undo the snap. I can smell her sex at such close quarters. The smell is almost like that of my parent's bed, when I used to go there late at night during a thunderstorm, or when I would sneak into their bed early on a Sunday morning. It smelled not unlike like my mom's panties in the laundry hamper, but not quite as ripe or mature or musky, of course. Still, Laura had obviously been excited by recent events. I remove my clothes quickly too, and before long I am down to my underpants. I am becoming excited at being insuch close proximity to one of the school's hottest girls.. I am mesmerized by the sight of lovely Laura, now stark naked, and not a bit self conscious. My impression was of a girls' locker room. Girls are more comfortable with nudity, I thought. My mother and aunts would often change into bathing suits together, in cars, restrooms, or even in the same bedroom in a house. What was with women's need to get naked in front of other women? This thought was doing nothing to abate my increasing tumescence. Indicating my white briefs, with the slight tent in them, she intones....Take them off, jimi. every stitch! Laura's breasts are not overly large, but very pretty, and almost completely symmetrical. Her nipples are a deep, rosy pink and the areolae are large-ish. Though I am flat-chested, of course, my coloring is nearly identical, a fact that does not escape her. Once I wiggle out of my white underpants, my small... yet rock hard erection and balls are framed by a wispy thatch of gold colored fluff... a shade not unlike Laura's little nest, and about as wispy. "Jimi, do you ever trim yours? I shake my head 'no.' "I trim mine once a month, but apart from that, we're like...siblings....like sisters!" My penis throbs visibly as she compares me to a girl. She comes closer and kisses my lips lightly. Laura keeps up the comparisons, talking about me with a kiss following for each described part of me....my face (kiss), my mouth (kiss), my lovely little tits (a kiss for them too..kiss kiss), my soft rounded backside (a long kiss back there, each cheek, prettier than hers, she says, kiss, and softer, too, kiss kiss), my nicely turned thighs, (kiss), and calves (kiss kiss), my delicate little freckly shoulders (kiss kiss), my pale complexion back to my cheeks for a long sweet kissssssssss. She saw my reaction to the word 'sister' and, finally, kneels before me and kisses me down there, too. All around my cock. She kisses my pubic hair, my belly, my little testicles. She kisses the tip of my cock and sucks it into her mouth. Her tongue bathes it everywhere, all along the little shaft, the scrotum, back to the penis and concentrating on the head, her tongue making rapid circular licks, like an ice cream cone..... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. "Would you like to cum in my mouth, honey?" No sooner does she say the words than I am erupting.... quick jets of thick young semen which she catches expertly in her half opened mouth. Her tongue continues to tickle and circle the head even as I ejaculate into that pretty red mouth. I have an intense desire to kiss that mouth and share my seed with her once I have finished cumming. Continued please comment: jimiboygirl@yahoo.com