Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 17:57:26 +0100
From: Lucy Roberts  <lucyrobertstv@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Growing to be Different (TV; MM)

If you like this story please let me know.

Growing to be different
by Lucy Roberts.

It probably started when I was about five or six. My best friend
was Peter, who lived across the road. We did everything together
and during the long school holidays we played together all day
every day. Sometimes we played on our own and sometimes we
included other children.

One day in that holiday my Mum took Peter and I to see my Aunt.

My aunt had two children Brian who was about four years old than
me and Dilys who was my age.

When we got there Dilys had a friend Jane with her and they were
playing. Peter and I joined in. After a while someone suggested
we played homes or mothers and fathers. This we did for ages.
There was nothing sexual in it we just enjoyed making pretend
meals, going to pretend jobs and so on.

Peter and I so enjoyed the game that the next day while we were
playing Peter suggested we play it again but now there was only
the two of us boys.

"I know," I said, "I'll get some stuff from my Mum (looking back
now I wish I'd had an older sister but no such joy) and I'll be
the mother."

It seemed natural and harmless but it was that day which set
the pattern for the rest of my life.

I went inside and naively asked for some stuff so that I could be
the mother. My Mum wasn't a huge woman but she was a good bit
bigger than a six year old boy. Anyway she found me a skirt and
tied it round me and a blouse which she put on me and tucked into
the skirt.

There I stood with my short hair, and my bare legs sticking out
of the skirt. I must have looked a sight but I was happy and so
was Peter when I returned. That day and the next we happily
played homes and it never occurred to me that it was always me
that was mother. I was happy to be the mother and happy to dress
in girl's clothes.

A few days later another change happened that moved the situation
on. I was playing with Peter at my house when my Aunt arrived with
my cousin Dilys in tow.

Obviously Dilys came to join us and it wasn't long before we
thought of playing homes. I immediately went inside and got my
"mother" outfit on. When I came back out Dilys wanted to know
why I was dressed like that. I told her that now when we played
it I was the mother. Dilys seemed to accept that but then said
"but those clothes look far too big and funny. You need something
like mine." Dilys was wearing a pale pink dress with little blue
flowers. It came down to just above her knees and had short sleeves.
I looked at the dress and said, "It is a very nice dress Dilys
and it would be better if I wore something like that but I can't."

"You can if we swap clothes," said Dilys.

Little did I know what my response would mean.

Before we knew it we were upstairs changing clothes. I took off
what I was wearing and put on some of my other clothes and took
my outfit to Dilys. When she'd put my clothes on she came to me
with her clothes. She dropped them on the floor and left the room.

There I was with her clothes. I quickly stripped and picked up
her panties they were warm and smelt nice. They were white cotton
with red lace edging and red and black flowers on them. I pulled
them up and they felt nice round my bottom. I pulled the dress
down over my head and found that it fitted me quite well. Dilys
had also left her little pink socks and her sandals.

When I looked in the mirror I was unmistakably a boy in a dress
but I felt wonderful.

I ran downstairs and out into the garden, where we played happily
together. My Mum looked out at one point and noted what I was
wearing but said nothing.

At one point I saw that Peter was looking up my skirt and told
him off.

Eventually I had to change and give Dilys her clothes back.


That night as I lay in bed saying goodnight to my mother. I said,
" I had a great day today mummy."

"I could see that," she replied, "but shouldn't Dilys have been
wearing the dress and being the mother?"

"Oh I like being the mother and I liked wearing Dilys' dress."
My Mum said nothing. It wouldn't have mattered if she had.

It was about a week later that my Aunt and Dilys came to visit
again and this time Dilys had a bag with her.

"I've brought some clothes I don't want so that you can dress as
the mother and I don't have to wear your boy clothes," she said.

I must have been like an express train rushing upstairs. In the
bag was a deep pink dress with pale pink and blue stars on.
There was also a white short sleeved blouse and a blue skirt
which had some little flowers embroidered on. Rummaging through
the pile I found two pairs of panties, one white with pink lace
edging and one pale blue, along with two pairs of socks and a
pair of rather battered sandals but the prize was a small nylon
slip. It was white with broad straps. It had a little ballerina
in pink on the bodice and a pink lace edge at the bottom.

I threw off my clothes stepped into the white panties and lifted
the slip over my head and let it settle down over my small
hairless body. It felt gorgeous. I put the pink dress on and
a pair of white ankle socks and the sandals. I felt so good.

I ran downstairs and out into the garden to show Peter and Dilys.
They both thought I looked nice and Dilys said, "show us what you
have on underneath." I hesitated for a moment but only a moment
before lifting the front of my dress to show the lovely slip and
then lifting that to show the panties with my little bulge in them.

That night as I lay in bed talking with my Mum I asked her if it
was O.K. to keep Dilys' clothes. She said she thought it would be
but to try not to wear them too often because I was a boy not a girl.

So the summer went on and we played homes lots and I wore Dilys'
clothes almost every time. But soon we were back at school and
there was no time for such games. The clothes were put at the
back of one of my drawers and, as far as my Mum was concerned,
pushed to the back of her mind. But I didn't forget. At times I
would put them on and just enjoy wearing them. But I was growing
and changing and by the next summer they were far too small and
had been discarded and the games I played with Peter were different.

We must have been about 9 when we found a new and quite exciting
game. I was playing in Peter's bedroom and we were playing pretend
adventures. I still can't recall how it happened but at one point
we stripped off all our clothes. I knelt on the bed as Peter
crawled past. I dived on top of him, wrestling the supposed baddy
to the ground. Our naked flesh was pressed together and it felt
very nice to me. I lay on top of him as he struggled and then as
we wrestled together. After a while we stopped and sat there naked
and agreed it was both nice and exciting to touch each other's
bare flesh.

After that we often played naked and always enjoyed touching
each other's bodies but there never seemed anything really sexual
about it.

One day while playing I went to the toilet in Peter's house. There
in the bathroom was a dirty washing hamper. For some reason I opened
it and saw in it a pale lemon slip. I picked it up and underneath
were a pair of lemon French knickers. I took both items out and
went back to Peter's bedroom.

"Can I wear these?" I asked.

"If you want to," he answered non-commitally. It was clear he
couldn't understand why I wanted to wear them.

I stripped off and pulled the French knickers up my legs. They
were a good bit too big but stayed round my waist. The slip
likewise was too big but together they felt lovely. I spent the
whole afternoon wearing them before Peter returned them to the
basket. But that was the only occasion on which it happened.
Until things took a very decided change.

We were both now 14 and going to a local Comprehensive school.
Peter and I were still best friends and talked about everything
and especially about girls. There were some very nice girls in our
school and we used to swap notes about then and especially about
seeing flashes of panty or a glimpse of a bra.

One day we were talking about this and the difficulty of really
getting much more than a fleeting hint of white lace.

"What we need is a tame girl so we can have a good look at
her panties," said Peter with unusual emphasis.

"But that is never going to happen." I said. "No girl is ever
going to lift up her skirt and let us look at her panties."

"I can still remember when you did though," Peter replied.

I could feel myself blush but I wasn't sure whether it was with
embarrassment or excitement.

"Yeah well that's about the only way it is going to happen now,"
I said resignedly.

"So let's do that," said Peter.

"Do what?"

"You dress again as a girl and let me see your panties. You
looked great before as far as I can remember and now with your
hair pretty long you'll look even better."

I was stunned. Here was my best friend asking me to act as a girl
for him so that he could get a thrill of looking up my skirt. I
was stunned but my prick began to stir and I began to get excited.

We discussed how to do it. Peter thought that a way to get a skirt
would be to go to the school lost property and see if there was
one in there and then one of us steal it while the other distracted
the teacher. But what about panties? There was nothing for it but
to buy some. If we put our pocket money together we could probably
get some.

The first part worked fine and we came away from lost property
with a grey school skirt. The next Saturday we went into town
and to Marks and Spencer. We went to the girl's underwear section.
There seemed a wide range of choice but Peter got cold feet and
nipped out and left me to it.

I went up and down the racks for a while feeling very uncomfortable
but desperate to get the right thing as we had very limited money.
There were packs containing several pairs of panties but what took
my eye was a pack with a pair of panties and a bra. It wasn't what
we had in mind but I seemed drawn to it and after all we had often
talked about the glimpses down girls' blouses to see their bras so
I didn't see why not. Eventually I made my purchase and went out
and found Peter.

We ran all the way back to my house and up to my bedroom. There
we took out the skirt. I ushered Peter out of the room while
I got undressed.

Then I put on the panties. They were pink satin with a bit of
lace round each leg hole and a bow by my tummy button. They felt
incredible as I settled them round my bottom. I knew Peter was
going to enjoy looking at them. Then I stepped into the skirt,
which I knew from trying it on before fitted quite well. Now was
the question, should I put the bra on? I knew that if I didn't do
it now I probably never would.

I struggled to get it done up but I finally got the bra into place
and padded it out with my socks. Then I put on my school shirt,
which was not very different from the blouses the girls wore. I
looked at myself in the mirror, undid another button on my shirt
so that Peter would be able to see my bra down the shirt. I pulled
my longish hair back and saw that if I put it in a kind of pony
tail I looked more like a girl so I found an elastic band and
did that

Once ready I called Peter in. His mouth dropped open when he saw me.

"Crumbs you look just like a girl," he said. "In fact you look
better than a lot of the girls at school."

I was pleased that he liked how I looked. I sat on the bed and
carefully arranged my skirt so that nothing was on show.

Peter stood there looking at me. "Well aren't you going to let
me see your panties?" he asked.

In response I simply flipped up the front of my skirt to give him
a quick look.

"Come over here," I said and he came and stood in front of me.

I leaned forward so that my shirt fell forward and allowed him a
look down it.

"Wow that's amazing," he said but I want to see more of your
panties."

I told him to lie on the floor, which he did. I then got up off
the bed and walked across and stood over him so that he could see
up my skirt. I stood there for several minutes and I knew he was
taking in every detail of my panties.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked.

"Do I ever," he replied. "My thingy's got very hard."

Now this certainly was a new development.

I went and sat on the bed but this time with my skirt up so my
panties were still showing.

"Get it out and let me see," I said.

Peter unzipped his trousers and pulled his prick out. It was
hard, about 5 inches long. Once out he began to play with it.
I was entranced and knew immediately that I wanted to play with
it too.

I stood up and undid my skirt and let it fall to the ground then
went over and knelt over Peter with my bottom towards his face so
he could really get a close up of my panties and I pushed his
hand aside and took hold of his prick. It was warm and hard and
felt really good in my hand. I began to rub it up and down. It
was clear from the little noises Peter was making that he was
enjoying it and that became more evident when suddenly he bucked
and a few drops of cum emerged from his head.

Afterwards as we talked about it, it was clear that Peter had
greatly enjoyed the whole thing and wanted it to happen again.
I certainly felt very happy being the girl.

A couple of weeks later we were at my house and Peter suggested we,
"do that thing where you dress as a girl again."

So I did.

I got dressed as before and went into my bedroom where Peter was
sitting on the bed.

As I walked in I flipped up the front of my skirt and saw his
eyes open wide.

I walked over to him and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Cor," he said, "this is just like having my own girl friend."

Well that set me going.

I sat beside him and held his hand. "So tell me how pretty I am
then," I said.

And he did. He told me I looked just like a girl and a really
lovely girl at that.

I responded as any girl would and gave him another kiss but
this time he was ready and he kissed me back. His tongue pushed
passed my lips and into my mouth.

Thus it was at nearly fourteen I had my first passionate kiss but
I was the girl and I was with a boy!!!!

As we pulled apart Peter seemed a little hesitant.

"Oh dear," he said, "was that all right."

"All right it was wonderful."

With that the ice was well and truly broken. Peter seemed to
forget I was a boy and so did I.

We began to kiss and collapsed onto the bed as we did. I could
feel his hand going up under my skirt and onto my pantied bottom.

The kiss was wonderful and so was the feeling from Peter's hand.

I reached out and found that he was very hard.

I managed to unzip his trousers and free his prick and began to
masturbate it.

Our passion was certainly building and suddenly Peter pulled
away from me.

"How much of a girl are you?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Can you be a real girl and do what they do?"

"I still don't understand."

Finally he came out with it. "Can you suck my prick like a
girl would?"

If he'd asked 20 minutes earlier I'd have said no but now I was
so much on a high that to say yes seemed natural.

Peter now sat on the side of the bed and I pulled his trousers
and pants right off him and knelt in front of him.

I held his prick in my hand and looked at it and at him. Could I
do this? Should I do this? But really there were no questions in
my mind - I wanted to do this.

I leaned slowly forward and kissed the head of his prick and then
opened my mouth and let it slide in.

It was easy and yes it was nice. I began to move my head up and
down and to suck on the prick. It wasn't big, we were only
fourteen after all, but it was enough for me and I was happy
with it in my mouth.

I licked and sucked for a while as my hands manipulated the prick
and Peter's balls and suddenly I felt him cum and had my first
taste of a few drops of cum.

Peter looked down on me. "That was wonderful but I still haven't
really seen your panties or your bra this afternoon."

That was easily remedied. I took off my blouse and skirt, pulled
back the duvet and lay on the bed.

Peter sat for a while looking me over before he came and lay with
me and held me in his arms.

It felt so amazingly good. I felt so right even though I was a
boy dressed in just a bra and panties and being held by another
boy. At that moment I wanted nothing else.

"You do make a great girl Ian," Peter said.

"Perhaps you should call me something else when I'm a girl." I
suggested. "I think I'd like to be called Lucy."

"O.K.. Lucy it is," he said.

He kissed me gently and then with more passion as his hands
wandered over my body. He rubbed my breasts and then settled
his hands on my bottom.

"Oh Lucy," he sighed, "you do feel so sexy."

Well, what more does a girl want to hear? I responded with
kisses and pushing my body against his. And we spent a very
pleasant half hour or so kissing and cuddling.

From then on Peter's attitude to me changed and he treated me as
his girl friend.

Regularly when we met he would want me to dress and suck him off
and I was happy to do that. I slowly gathered more and more clothes
especially some sexy undies like girls in the soft porn mags wore.
These seemed to make Peter even more excited.

I loved nothing better that to wear stockings, panties, bra and
slip and some nice dress and be Peter's girlfriend as we kissed
and as I sucked him off.

All went well until one day Peter came to see me looking very upset.

He explained that he had got into a silly argument with a friend
at school about sexual exploits. During it Peter had boasted that
he had been sucked off by a girl and his friend hadn't believed
him and in the heat of the argument Peter had said he'd let his
friend watch to prove it.

"Did you say who it was who'd sucked you off?" I asked.

"No I didn't tell him or anyone."

Well that made it slightly better, but not much.

We chatted about it for a while and I didn't want to let him
down and in fact the idea of someone else watching seemed quite
daring and a little exciting. So I agreed to do it but obviously
not in my house. We agreed to find a time when we could do it
in safety in Peter's house.

The due day arrived and I went to Peter's house early and got ready.

I wore a white suspender belt, bra and panties set and black
stockings. Over this I wore a light pink top and white skirt.
When I'd added some light make up and a bit of jewelry I knew
I looked good and the other boy would never guess who or
what I was.

I stayed in Peter's bedroom until he brought Dave in.

"This is Lucy," Peter said, "and this is Dave."

Peter and I sat on his bed and Peter put his arm round me and
began kissing me. As he did so his hand began to go up under
my skirt. I knew that Dave would be watching or every move
and that slowly more of my legs would be revealed. But I
didn't care, in fact it turned me on.

As we kissed I reached for Peter's trousers. Slowly and
seductively as possible I unzipped him and released his
prick. It was certainly bigger now than it had been when
I first sucked it.

I knelt in front of him and took it into my mouth.

"There you are Dave," Peter crowed over my head, "
I told you."

I continued to suck and lick him until he came. Now there was
a definite spurt of cum when he orgasmed and I swallowed it
all down.

Afterwards I turned to Dave, "you see Peter was telling the
truth. I hope you liked watching it. Have you ever been
sucked off?" I asked.

Dave sheepishly shook his head.

I walked over to him and reached out to the front of his trousers.

"Well," I said. "this could be your lucky day. If you want it
that is."

"Oh yes please Lucy," he said.

Possibly for the first time I recognised the amazing power a
girl can have over a boy.

I pulled him to me and kissed him. Quite nice I thought.

I undid his flies and pulled out his prick. Very nice I thought
because it seemed both longer and thicker than Peter's.

"Mmm," I whispered, "that's a very nice prick you have there Dave.
I think we are both going to enjoy this."

I knelt down feeling the pull of my suspenders on my stockings
and knelt in front of him and let his prick, which was by now
very hard, slide over my lips into my mouth. Funnily it tasted
a little different from Peter's.

I sucked it first and then began to lick up and down it and suck
his balls.

Dave let out little moans as I did so. It was clear that he was
enjoying it. I could also feel my prick swelling in my panties.

I sucked and licked my way up and down that prick. Every time I
felt he might be coming I held off for a while to keep him going
as long as I could before finally I let him shoot me a mouthful
of sweet cum. Did he taste good!!

I enjoyed that day very much but Peter and I agreed that it would
be too dangerous to repeat it and anyway I was happy with what
Peter could provide.

Looking back now I'm surprised that for about six months or more
I was happy to be Peter's girl and only suck him off and do
nothing more. The change came in a totally unexpected way.


It was our on summer holiday in my 15th year that it happened.

We were staying in a small house in a seaside town. I had packed
my own bag and had included sufficient of Lucy's clothes to s
atisfy her. We were there for two weeks and I couldn't be without
Lucy that long!

We'd only been there a few days and the rest of the family were
off doing something. I had made the excuse that I wasn't
interested so I could stay behind and dress as Lucy.

So as soon as the family were off I had a shower and shaved off
what little hair there was on my body.

I had a lovely new lingerie set in pale pink, suspender belt,
to which I clipped my tan stockings, panties and bra. I filled
out the bra with water filled balloons and put on a light blue
top and denim skirt. I wore a pair of black shoes with low heels.

I sat in front of the dressing table and put on some eye shadow,
mascara and lipstick. Brushing my long hair out I looked and
felt really good.

I needed to because today I was going for a walk.

A few minutes later Lucy stepped out of the front door.

It was so exciting my first walk out as Lucy but I felt really
confident. My episode with Dave showed me that even close up
no one could tell I wasn't a girl and in between I had spent
ages watching how girls moved and mimicking them and adjusting
my voice.

I walked through the town and finally returned about an hour
later excited and happy.

I quickly changed back and went out again as Ian to get myself
some lunch. I brought my chips back to the house.

But now I had the bug and about an hour later Lucy stepped
out again.

This time I had only gone a few hundred yards when a man came
alongside me.

"Hello," he said.

I simply replied but tried to ignore him.

"Hey don't ignore me," he continued. "I think you look lovely
and I only want to chat."

"I'm sorry," I replied, "I'm off to meet a friend," I lied.

"But you didn't meet a friend earlier," he continued. "Nor
when you came out and fetched some chips."

This time I stopped.

"Yes," he said "I know you are really a boy. I saw you this morning
and watched you and saw where you went in. I waited and then a boy
came out. I was puzzled for a while but when he came back and then
you came out I realised what was going on. Now I'm not going to
hurt you. I just want to chat."

As he spoke I looked at him. He was about 23 or so and quite nice
looking. In fact I quite fancied him. He told me his name was Paul.

"O.K." I said, "you can talk while we walk."

So we did as we walked I explained to him about my dressing
and he told me how lovely I looked.

We wandered down to the sea and sat for a while on a bench.

I let him hold my hand and the put his arm round me. It felt
really nice and I had no complaints when he kissed me. In fact
he kissed me several times before I said it was time I got back.

He held my hand all the way back and I was walking on air.
I had heard of holiday romances but never imagined that I
would be involved in one and as the girl. But I was and he
asked me when we could meet again.

I told him to be outside the house next morning and I would meet
him but I didn't know in what guise. He told me that he had his
own bedsit in the town if that was any help and that I was
welcome to get changed there if I needed to.

The next day it was clear I wouldn't be able to get out of
our house dressed so I packed some things in my rucksack and
went out to meet Paul.

He took me back to his bedsit and while he made some coffee I
got changed into the outfit I'd worn the day before.

I came back into the room and he took me in his arms.

"You look so pretty Lucy," he said and kissed me. His tongue
pushed against my lips and I opened them slightly to allow it
in. Paul was a much better kisser that Peter or Dave.

He kissed me very gently to begin with and his hands pulled
me to him.

He felt strong and yet he held me gently. His kisses began to
get more passionate and his tongue did wonderful things in
my mouth.

I could feel him begin to get hard between us. It was a
remarkable experience, knowing that he was excited for me
a boy dressed as a girl.

I pulled back and keeping my eyes on his I knelt down in front
of him and unzipped him.

There was no pressure on me just my innate desire as a girl to
please this guy and my own desire to have a prick in my mouth.

His prick was quite big and uncut.

I eased back the skin to reveal the lovely purple head and
began to lick round it.

It tasted good and I took it into my mouth and slowly sucked
on it.

As I did so I held his balls in my hands.

This was good indeed. I could feel the soft clothes on me
and sense my femininity having an effect on Paul.

Suddenly he pulled back and said, "Lucy stop. I'm afraid I'm g
oing to cum and I don't know that you'd want that."

But I did and told him so and pulled him back to me.

His prick slid back into my mouth and now he began to move a
lot more as I sucked on his head.

It didn't take long before I had a mouthful of his lovely cum.
It was a mouthful as he seemed to jet for ages. I held it in my
mouth and then swallowed it all down like a good girl. It
tasted divine.

I licked round Paul's prick and cleaned it properly before gently
putting it back in his pants and zipping him up.

I stood up and we kissed again.

"Lucy," he said, "that was amazing. Thank you very much for that."

"Don't thank me," I replied, "I enjoyed it as much as you did."

His smile lit up his face.

I went into the bathroom and tidied myself up before we went out
for a walk.

It was lovely walking round hand in hand.

At one point Paul put his arm round me and we walked like that.
I could feel him rubbing my bottom through my skirt. It made me
feel very sexy.

We stopped off in a small café for a drink and sat there gazing at
each other like a pair of star-struck lovers.

I had only met him twice but already I was totally sold on him.

I was like a giddy teenage girl with a huge crush on him and the
best thing was he liked me too.

After wandering round the town we made our way back to his bedsit.

As soon as we were inside I was back in his arms as he kissed me
and ran his hands over my body.

I felt him grab the zip on my denim skirt and undo it. The skirt
fell to the floor.

Paul stepped back and looked at me standing there in my pink
panties and black stockings.

"Wow, Lucy," he gasped, "you look so sexy just like a real girl."

"I am a real girl," I said, "at least in my mind and I thought
I'd already shown you how much of a girl I am."

Paul smiled. Then he reached out and took hold of the hem of my
top and lifted the top up over my head. Now I was just wearing
bra panties, suspender belt and stockings.

I reached forward and grabbed his prick through his jeans.

"I think you like what you see," I said.

Now it was my turn and I unzipped his trousers. I knelt in front
of him and pulled his trousers and pants down giving his prick
a few kisses and a little suck as I did so. Then, standing up
pulled his shirt off. Now he was naked.

He took me over to his bed and pulled me down on it and soon
we were wrapped round each other kissing and touching each
other. His prick was very hard and kept finding its way
between my thighs.

I don't think I was in any doubt as to what Paul wanted.

At that moment I felt totally feminine and the idea of a man
making love to me seemed so natural and what's more so desirable.
I wanted him to make love to me.

I pulled away from Paul and asked him to stand up.

As he stood beside the bed I lay on my back in what I imagined
was a seductive pose.

"What do you see?" I asked.

"I see an amazingly sexy girl," was his response.

"Would you like to make love to me then?"

"Oh yes, most certainly."

He walked across the room and came back holding a tube but I
wasn't look at that I was looking at his wonderful prick as
it bounced up and down as Paul walked towards me. A prick that
soon would be inside my pushing deep inside my pussy. My tummy
did several little leaps.

Paul knelt on the bed between my thighs. He put some lube on his
finger, pulled my tiny panties to one side and slid his finger
into my cunt.

I began to squirm as his finger invaded me and began to excite
me. It felt wonderful. He pulled the finger out and then, using
more lube he put two fingers inside my tight hole. This time he
lay on top of me and kissed me as his finger did their lovely
work. In and out they slid as my bottom pushed towards them.

Paul must have teased me like this for about five minutes until
I could stand it no longer.

"Paul please put your prick in me and make love to me," I
whispered into his ear.

I felt him pull his fingers out and move his body.

He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and then something began
to push at my little rosebud. This was it. I was about to loose
my virginity.

Paul pushed himself inside me. Now I knew he was big and the pain
was intense. I gasped and tear came to my eyes.

Paul held still for a moment. I wanted him to take it out and
stop the pain but there was no way he was going to do that.
Slowly he pushed himself in a little more and I wanted to
scream. He pulled back and the pain subsided even though he
was still in me. As he began to push in again it didn't seem
so painful and after a few strokes the pain was gone and a
new feeling began to replace it. It was very new a feeling
I had never had before. It was an erotic feeling a tingling
feeling that coursed through my whole body. It made my nipples
tingle and my prick harder than I'd ever felt it. But it
wasn't my prick I was concentrated on, it was Paul's. He slid
it deep into me. As he did so he kissed me deeply and his f
ingers squeezed my nipple until it became hard.

"How do you like being made love to?" he asked.

"Paul's its wonderful," I gasped. "Please don't stop."

He ground his prick deep into me and then pulled it out and did
it again and again. It was wonderful and I began to push against
him as my legs slipped down round his waist.

I pulled myself onto his prick and held him tight with my legs
and squeezed my inner muscles. Never have I felt so good.

"Oh Lucy,' Paul said, "you are an amazing woman. I've never
had a fuck like this before."

The next minutes are burnt into my memory as the most wonderful
of my life as Paul pleasured me with his prick and I did the same
to him with my frail and feminine body.

We writhed together in passion enjoying being man and woman
together our bodies enmeshed our lips hardly breaking contact.
I wanted him like I have never wanted anything before. His prick
gave me thrills I had never experienced before and I knew I
would want to experience again and again.

Finally the inevitable happened and he shot spurt after spurt
of warm white cum deep into my cunt.

He collapsed on top of me but I refused to let him go. However
eventually his prick slipped out of me. I could feel his cum
running down into my panties.

I lay on my back and let it happen enjoy this moment of post-coital
bliss.

I was no longer a virgin. Now I was a woman and I knew I would want
to be a woman for a man for always.