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Becoming Elizabeth Ch. 01

By: bottomsatx



Author's note: Some of the sexual behavior chronicled here is patently unsafe. I really hope that the story makes your dick hard (or pussy wet, for my gentle female readers), but use some sanity when you're out in real life.

As usual, there's truth mixed with fiction, but mostly fiction. I'll let you decide what's real and what's not.

Chapter 1: Prelude

My name is Jack and I'm 32, and this is the story of how I was transformed into a pretty, cock-hungry slut named Elizabeth by my wife.

I'm married to Debby, who is 44. Big age difference, huh? Well, it suits us just fine. How we met is a long convoluted story, but suffice to say that we were both married when we met, and both of our spouses had the sex drive of a rock. We started seeing each other on the sly, and Debby's husband found out about it. One thing led to another and we both got divorced. The funny thing is that my ex-wife and her ex-husband ended up together. They're happy living their asexual existence, and we're happy fucking like rabbits.

Debby is as sexual a woman I could have dreamed of having. It just takes a look to get her wet, and a smile to get her in the sack. She's overweight and that might turn some guys off. However, I loved her 44H tits, and her pussy was still as tight, wet and hot as any woman I'd ever slept with. She's also very down to earth, and refers to sex as "fucking", instead of the girly "making love" or "having sex". I like that in her. 

I hate to use the phrase, "it all started one day when...", but no other phrase seems better. We had gone out to lunch, and our waitress was a cute young hottie with very large tits and a perfect little ass. She knew it and flaunted it...I'm sure it helped her tips. We were sitting in a booth in the restaurant, Debby across from me. From behind Debby, the waitress walked towards us and my eyes followed her, checking her out.

Now, I have no reason to want any other woman besides Debby. My wife loves to fuck, and loves doing kinky, nasty things in bed (and in the living room, and in the kitchen, and in the garage, and any other place that's handy). But, when presented with a seriously hot woman, I AM going to look. It's genetic, I can't help it. Debby knows, and it doesn't bother her.

As the waitress passed our booth, I looked at Debby and saw her eyes follow Little Miss Hottie's ass as she walked away. I laughed, leaned over towards her and said, "You got something to tell me?" She just rolled her eyes at me and laughed.

Later that night, after we'd fucked our brains out, we were laying in bed and I was fondling her huge tits. I asked her why she was checking out the waitress. 

"Oh, my god," she laughed. "When you guys see a hot chick like her, you drool. Us women compare."

"You didn't find her attractive?" I pressed.

"Of course," she replied. "She was hot."

"Did it get you turned on?" I said, rolling one of her nipples between my finger.

"Not especially," she said. "I got all that out of my system as a teenager."

"All WHAT out of your system?"

"The whole girl-girl thing. There were a couple of years that I had more women than men," she replied. 

I hadn't heard that before. She'd never mentioned that she'd even been interested in girls before, much less had any encounters. The whole girl-on-girl thing is what I refer to as "standard male fantasy" and my dick, which had been sleeping, twitched.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked.

"What, stop licking pussy and getting my pussy licked?" she said, grinning evilly. She knew this was turning me on and was teasing me.

"Yeah, that," I said. My dick was hard again now, and uncomfortable because it was twisted off to one side between us. My hand moved down and moved it so that it pressed against her.

"I dunno, I guess I just grew out of it. I'd rather have a hard dick in my pussy and feel your weight on me instead," she said, her hand moving down to grasp my dick.

"Would you be interested in picking the habit back up?" I said.

"Not especially. It's about as likely to happen as you sucking a dick," she said, thinking that would end the conversation. Her hand stroked my dick in a way that I knew meant she wanted round two.

I guess I kind of froze for a second. Like her, there were parts of my life that had never come up. I wasn't hiding it from her. Honestly, it just never came up and nothing triggered my memory about it until now.

She felt me freeze. She raised up on one elbow and looked at me. "Unless you have sucked a dick already?" she said, a smile crossing her face.

"Well...yeah. A long time ago, when I was in high school," I admitted.

She sat up in bed, sitting cross-legged facing me. "Who?" she said, grinning.

"Scott," I replied. 

He had been my best friend for as long as I could remember and Debby detested him. Scott is a horn-dog, and he's not very smooth about it. He and his wife, a very attractive blonde, were swingers and I had joined them once or twice in the distant past. Having a wife that liked the swinging lifestyle, however, didn't stop him from the occasional solo rendezvous. 

At one point, he tried to invite himself into a threesome with Debby and I. He might have had a chance if he'd been a little suave about it, but he butchered the attempt. I laughed it off, knowing him, but it managed to piss Debby off -- quite a feat, since Debby is very laid back about most things sexual.

"Ewwww," she laughed. "Couldn't you have picked someone better?"

I shrugged. "We were both teenagers with hard dicks, and we had trouble getting girlfriends at the time."

"Anybody else?" she asked.

"Well...yeah. There was a guy or two after I graduated high school," I admitted.

"You just sucked their cocks?" she continued. 

"Well..." I started to say. I didn't know how much I wanted to relate. I didn't want her thinking that I was gay or anything, despite our incredible sex life.

"C'mon, spill it," she urged. Her hand had slipped between her legs and I could see that she was playing with her pussy.

"One guy fucked me," I said, watching her fingers find her clit and stroke it. "Is this turning you on?"

"Hell yeah," she said. "That's fucking hot!"

I laughed, and my hand reached out and grabbed one of her huge tits. 

She slapped my hand away. "No, I want to hear about you getting fucked," she said, laughing.

I told her of the occurrance....I was 19 and had gone to an adult bookstore. A guy there had hit on me, and I ended up going to his place. It was hot, but there were tons more sexual encounters with women that were hotter.

"Did you ever fuck a guy?" she asked.

"No," I replied, my hand sliding up her belly and grabbing her tit again. She didn't knock it away. "I wanted pussy if I stuck my dick in someone."

Her pussy was REALLY wet, and she was stroking her clit hard. My dick was still rock-hard, and I raised up, pushed her over sideways on the bed, and climbed between her legs. My dick slid into her effortlessly.

"So, you like the guy-guy thing?" I said, grinning, as my hands found her ample hips and my dick pounded her wet pussy.

"Uhhh..yeah...." she moaned. Her hands flew up to her tits and started pinching her nipples. My dick slammed into her, shaking the whole bed. 

It was a short, vicious fuck. I knew she was incredibly turned on...she only liked her nipples pinched that hard when she was ready to cum, and her legs locked tight around my waist, pulling me deeper into her.

"Mmmmmfuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!" she cried out, her pussy convulsing around my dick. Her legs were wrapped around me in a death-grip as her orgasm shook her whole body. And even tho I had cum less than thirty minutes before, her excitement turned me on even more and my dick shot a huge load of cum, coating the inside of her pussy.

I collapsed on top of her as her legs released me and flopped to the bed. We laid there for a few minutes, savoring the sensation, then I rolled off and laid next to her.

"Jesus, babe," she gasped. She was still going, her pussy convulsing every few seconds.

I laughed. "If I'd have known that the whole guy-guy thing turned you on so much, I would have told you all this a long time ago."

We moved around so that we weren't sideways on the bed, and she laid her head on my shoulder and cuddled up against me.

"So you want to see me with another woman," she said.

"Hell yeah, babe," I replied. "SFM, standard male fantasy. You know that."

"Ok," she said. "We'll do that. RIGHT after I get to see you with another guy."

"Huh?" I said. I didn't expect her to say that. 

"Fuck yeah," she said, pulling herself tighter against me. "I think that would be hot as shit. So you'll get what you want, me with another woman, after I get to see you with another guy," she said smugly.

"What...you want me to suck a guy's dick?" I said. Actually, the idea was starting to appeal to me. Whether it was because of the possibility of seeing her lick pussy, or me crawling in bed with a guy, I don't know.

"No," she said. "I want to see you blow a guy and get fucked by him. I want to see you act like a horny little whore."

"Then I get to see you act like a horny little lesbian?" I asked.

"Yep," she said simply.

"Deal," I replied. Silence reigned, then we dozed off.

The next morning, I woke up with Debby's mouth wrapped around my dick. Debby has talented lips, and I was in heaven when she sucked my dick. My hands went down and cradled her head in appreciation. I loved waking up this way.

She was intent on making me cum. Usually, her mouth was a prelude to her pussy...she'd get me raging hard, and then straddle me and ride my cock until we both had mind-shattering orgasms. This time, however, she kept going long past when I expected her to stop.

"You're going to get a mouthful real soon," I groaned. 

She just increased her tempo, her mouth sliding up and down my cock faster and harder. It only took a few seconds more, then my dick exploded in her mouth. She kept sucking until my throbbing cock stopped pumping cum in her mouth.

"Mmmmm, baby," I said, caressing her head. She pulled her mouth off my dick, then crawled on top of me. She pressed her lips against mine, and opened her mouth in a full kiss. My mouth opened and my tongue was about to go into her mouth when the load of cum I'd just shot into her mouth flowed into mine.

My face turned and I spit out my cum. "Blech! What the hell, baby?" I demanded.

She laughed, wiping her mouth with the sheet. "Better get used to the taste if you're going to see me tasting a woman's pussy,"

"Not MINE!" I said, irritated. I grabbed the other side of the sheet and wiped the last bit of cum from my mouth.

She patted my face. "Poor baby," she teased. "I'm sorry if you didn't like it, but your part of the deal includes you swallowing cum."

I looked at her. Part of me suspected that the conversation the night before had simply been sex-talk, not anything real. "You're serious," I said. I wasn't against the idea...it had made me a bit horny thinking about it. I just wanted to be sure that she meant what she said. 

"Fuck yes," she said, kissing me. "I'm still turned on about it."

I rolled her off of me, and propped my head up on my hand. "So, how do we do this?" I asked. While I knew lots of guys that would have loved to fuck her, I didn't know any that might have been interested in putting their dick in me.

Her eyes gleamed. "Why don't we go to the coast this weekend?" she said. 

Her uncle had a beach house in Rockport. Actually, both of those words were a lie. The "house" was a glorified cabin, although it did have electricity and running water, and the beach was more than a mile away. She had a standing invitation for it's use, as he seldom went there anymore.

"What does that have to do with everything?" I asked, confused.

"Well...." she said, running her finger down my chest, "we go to Rockport, then we can go down and find a gay bar in Corpus. There's got to be one there somewhere."

The idea really appealed to me. Getting out of town to do the REALLY kinky stuff was a good idea. "Why don't we take Friday and Monday off and make a long weekend of it?" I suggested. We hadn't had a vacation in a while.

Her eyes were bright as she nodded. She stroked my cock hard again and then climbed up on me, sliding her pussy down my dick with a moan.

Becoming Elizabeth Ch. 02



Author's note: Some of the sexual behavior chronicled here is patently unsafe. I really hope that the story makes your dick hard (or pussy wet, for my gentle female readers), but use some sanity when you're out in real life.

As usual, there's truth mixed with fiction, but mostly fiction. I'll let you decide what's real and what's not.

Chapter 2: Testing the Waters

Debby and I left for Rockport on Friday morning. It wasn't that far of a drive, and we arrived before noon. After getting everything set up, we went through an underground newspaper that she'd picked up at an adult bookstore near her work. I was surprised to find out that Corpus had three gay bars listed. It's not really that large of a town, and I didn't expect more than one.

Late in the afternoon, we headed down to Corpus and had dinner. We were both anxious about getting to one of the bars, so we sort of hurried through it. It was early evening when we pulled into the parking lot of the bar that she thought we'd have the best chance at.

It was a disaster. Neither of us were into the bar scene, so we were bit uncomfortable to begin with. The crowd was early 20's, and even I stuck out like a sore thumb in my early 30's. Plus, the music volume was mind-splitting and we had to yell to each other to be understood. We endured about a half hour of being ignored, even by the bartender, and left.

Getting back in the car, Debby directed me to the second of the bars listed. It was more our speed, fairly quiet with an older clientele. However, it didn't pan out much, either. The second bar turned out to cater more towards transvestites and transsexuals. While a few guys came on to Debby, they were surprised to find out that she was a real girl and even more surprised that she was there with her husband. They weren't interested in me, and I wasn't interested in the men dressed as women.

Depressed, we called it a night and went back to Rockport. Debby was in a grumpy mood on the ride back.

She was so perturbed that we didn't even fuck that night. I tried to cheer her up, to no avail, and we finally went to bed.

As we lay in the darkness, I heard her say quietly, "Do you trust me?"

"Implicitly," I replied.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"Madly," I said.

"Remember that tomorrow," she said, rolling over away from me and going to sleep.

She was in a much better mood in the morning. She didn't wake me up with a blowjob, but she wasn't as grumpy as the night before. She announced that we were going shopping.

I had hoped to do a little sight-seeing while we were there. While we'd come to Rockport a time or two since we married, we didn't go into Corpus that much. I wanted to see the aquarium and the aircraft carrier, but she once she decided that we were going shopping, all those plans were tossed out the window.

Shopping with her is an ordeal. I love her, but I want to run screaming when she asks me to go with her to a department store or a mall. It always turns out the same: I push the cart, she shops. She'll hold up an article of clothing or something, and ask my opinion of it. I always say the same thing: "Looks great, put it in the cart." She's learned to ignore that, yet she still insists on asking my opinion.

We drove back into Corpus, and stopped at the first department store we found. Her usual route was purses, shoes, clothes, housewares, and then electronics. The last part was pretty much an apology to me for having drug me thru the rest of it.

She surprised me this time by heading straight to the womens department, then surprised me further by walking right past the plus sized area (she's not huge, but as I mentioned before, she is overweight). I followed her, pushing the cart.

We stopped at bra's first. She glanced at me with a critical eye, then picked up several lacy ones and tossed them in the cart. Panties were next. Then, on to dresses.

She picked several slinky dresses off the rack, then motioned me over. She held one, then another, than another up against me.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at her. Honestly, I had no clue.

"I thought you trusted me," she asked in an innocent voice.

"I do," I said, "but..."

She interrupted me. "No 'buts'. If you trust me, then do what I say and push the cart." She leaned over and gave me a peck of a kiss on my cheek.

The most embarrassing part was shoes. She blithely picked out several styles, and had me try them on right there in the store. I almost refused, but she gave me a stern look. The last thing I wanted was for her to get in a bad mood again, so I complied.

We trundled the cart to a register, paid, and left. After a quick lunch at a fast food restaurant, we headed back to the beach house. Once there, she told me what she was doing.

"You didn't seem interesting to anybody last night," she explained. "Especially at that second bar. So, I'm going to make you more appealing and we're going back there tonight." 

We unloaded the bags, and then she led me to the bathroom. She started the shower, and we both undressed and stepped inside. As the steam fogged the mirrors, she washed me. We seldom fucked in the shower, so all this attention got my dick hard.

"Hmmm," she said, looking at my dick sway back and forth. "We need to take care of this."

She dropped to her knees, and quickly wrapped her lips around my dick. She proceeded to give me a totally utilitarian blowjob, designed to get me off as quickly as possible. It didn't stop me from enjoying it, though. The only part I didn't like was when she stood up, pressed her lips against mine, and pushed my cum into my mouth.

"Swallow it, baby," she said. Grudgingly, I complied.

My dick, sated, went back to sleep. Standing up, she grabbed the shaving cream and razor. I stepped back away from her.

"Whoa!" I said, holding my hands up in front of me. "Where do you think you're going with that?"

She put the hand holding the razor on her hip. "Listen, missy," she said, "just shut up and let me finish, ok?"

"Missy?" I asked, breaking into a grin. It sounded funny.

"Yep, once I get done with you. Now get over here," she said sternly, filling her hand with shaving cream. 

She shaved my entire body...and I mean entire. Legs, chest, crotch, armpits, even the little patch of thin hair I had on the small of my back. Then, she handed the razor to me and told me to get rid of the mustache.

That was difficult. I'd had a mustache since I started shaving. It was a dear friend of mine, and I thought it looked good on me. Debby, however, thought it made me look evil. Slowly, regretfully, I shaved it off. My upper lip felt naked.

She turned off the shower, stepped out, and dried me off. Then, she led me to the bedroom and started opening the bags from the department store. The first thing in her hand was the panties. She stared critically at my dick for a second, then looked up at me.

"I have NO idea what to do about that," she said. "You'd just better not get turned on tonight." I stepped into the panties, and my dick twiched in rebuttal to her warning. I willed it back down. 

Next was the bra. It was an A-cup, but she'd bought padded ones to give me something more of a female form. Then the nylons. Last was a blue semi-slinky dress. She'd judged all my sizes correctly. 

She told me to close my eyes, and led me back to the bathroom. "Don't peek till I'm done," she warned. I was tempted to, but she was having a blast being in charge and I wanted her to enjoy it.

She turned me around, away from the mirror and pulled out her makeup bag. She trimmed my eyebrows, then proceeded to apply a foundation to my face, followed by lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara. She did her best with my hair...I had longish hair for a guy, but not long enough that she could do any styling to it. She ended up brushing it straight back. 

She laughed and said, "You look like a dyke with that hair." I started to turn around and see what she meant, but she stopped me.

She finally finished and said, "Ok...turn around."

I turned around and was shocked. I barely recognized myself. I was never very buff or muscular, and had something of a slight frame. At a glance, I could easily pass for a woman. And I was attractive, too! If I saw my reflection in a bar, I wouldn't avoid her. "Holy shit," I said.

Debbie put her arm around me and looked at our reflections. "You should have been born a girl," she laughed. 

I reached out and grabbed one of her tits. "I don't think so," I said, giving it a good solid squeeze.

She put some perfume on her, then me. Putting my wallet in her purse, she led me the living room, then stopped.

"We have to do something about your walk, too," she said, a concerned look on her face. 

I have what Debby calls a "John Wayne" walk. There's a bit of swagger in my giddyup, so to speak. It took quite a bit of time and effort on both our parts to get my walk down to something even remotely feminine. 

"Remember, short steps!" Debby said, cheering me when I finally got it down.

She picked up her purse and grabbed the car keys. As we walked towards the door, I had something of a panic attack. All this was fun inside, but I was having second thoughts about going out dressed like a woman. I hesitated.

Debby stopped and gave me an inquisitive look.

"I'm not sure I can step out that door," I said, honestly. I actually grabbed the back of the couch, like the house would suddenly tilt and spit me out the front door unprepared. My knees wobbled a little bit.

Debby walked up to me and hugged me. "You look fine," she said. "Besides, what's the reason we're doing all of this?"

I mumbled, "So I can see you with another girl."

"Right," she said, patting my shoulder. "So, no outside, no pussy for me to lick."

I debated for a minute. At first, I thought that giving that up might be a fair trade to stay inside. But, all this WAS fun, and Debby was having a grand time. It was kind of exciting, also. 

I shook my head. "Ok, let's go," I said, reaching for the car keys.

Debby danced away from me. "Oh, no, I'm driving," she said. I always drove, but she was taking every bit of masculinity out of me for tonight.

As we drove to Corpus, she suddenly said "You need a name, a girls name. What do you think?"

I thought for a half-second and said, "Jackie?"

She shook her head. "Too tomboyish," she replied. "Try again."

"Elizabeth?" I ventured. It was her middle name.

"I like that," she said. "I'm Deborah Elizabeth, and you can be Elizabeth Deborah. Nice to meet you, Liz."

"Nice to meet you too, ma'am," I said in what I thought was a girlish voice.

Debby gave me a disappointed look. "We'll need to work on your voice, too, but that'll have to be another time."

We arrived at the bar, and the difference from the night before was like night and day. Rather than being fairly ignored, heads turned and I heard snippets of conversation about us float by..."...new girls...."

We walked up to the bar and sat down. I ordered a bourbon and coke, but Debby countermanded that with a daiquiri. 

"Hands in your lap, Elizabeth," Debby whispered to me. 

It didn't take long for the first adventuresome soul to walk up to us. He was in his 50's, balding, but looked like he was in good shape.

"HeLLO ladies," he said. "My night just got better now that you two hotties are here."

Debby rolled her eyes and gave me a quick "no" shake of her head. We talked with him for a few minutes, pleasantly but noncommittally, until he finally got the hint and wandered off. 

Having experienced my first pass, I mentally apologized to all the women in bars that I had used similar lines on. Did I look as ridiculous back then as he did now?

We'd finished our first drink and was on our second when another man came up. Younger than the first, but not in as good a shape. He walked up to me and extended his hand, but turned to Debby when he said, "May I have this dance?"

Debby smiled and nodded, then looked at me. I gulped, nodded, and let him lead me to the dance floor.

The DJ was playing a slow song, and he put his arms on my hips. I had no clue what I was supposed to do, but a quick glance around the dance floor gave me one. Copying the other "girls" on the dance floor, we began dancing. I was stiff and uncomfortable.

He pulled me closer to him. "Nice lady," he said. "Your mistress?"

I shook my head. "Wife," I replied.

He chuckled. "Actually, I was thinking more of the slave/mistress kind of mistress," he said, smiling.

I grinned at him. "Isn't that pretty much the same thing?"

He threw his head back and laughed. "Touche," he said

We talked as we danced, and I was pleasantly surprised that I was moving more gracefully and less stiff. It helped that his hands had slipped off my hips and around to cup my ass.

As the song was ending, he pulled me close against his body. I could feel his hard cock press against me.

He whispered in my ear, "Do I need to ask her permission to go any further with you?"

That was an excellent idea, and I'm glad he assumed he needed to. Debby would probably have a better judgment of men than I would. I quickly nodded.

He led me back to the bar. I sat down and took a sip of my drink ("Little sips," Debby kept telling me) while he leaned over and said something in Debby's ear. I couldn't hear what he said, but it evidently pleased her. They exchanged whispers back and forth for a moment, then he smiled at me and walked off.

I leaned over and asked her, "What was all that about."

She smiled at me and said, "I just set up your first date for the night."

"Oh," I said, my heart beating a little faster. I don't now if it was from fear or excitement. We sat for a few minutes, then Debby got up and said, "Come on, go with me to the bathroom."

I stood up and followed her. I almost walked in to the mens room, but was saved at the last second by Debby's quick yank on my arm.

She towed me into a stall, then held the door open a bit behind us. 

"I know you girls go to the bathroom together, but I didn't realize how much 'together' it was," I wisecracked.

"Hush," she said. "Sit down on the toilet. You don't need to pull your dress up." A second later, the door to the stall opened and my dancer friend slipped into the stall with us. It was crowded with me on the toilet, Debby standing next to me, and him standing in front of me.

"Go ahead, Elizabeth," she commanded, "suck his dick."

He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out. I leaned forward as his hand went to the back of my head, and his cock slipped between my lips.

In that instant, my mind flashed back to my teenage years when I sucked Scott's cock. He had said that I did a good job sucking him, and I did everything I remembered from that time now.

My mouth slid up and down his cock, and I pulled back and gave special attention to his cockhead. He made soft appreciative noises, urging my head forward to take his whole shaft again.

He got a little carried away and pushed his cock too deep in my mouth. I gagged.

"Sorry," he mumbled, pulling back a fraction of an inch. I regained my composure.

I glanced up at Debby at one point. I could tell she was horribly turned on. One had was shoved between her legs while the other one squeeze her breast. The man who's dick I was sucking had her other breast in free hand.

I sucked noisily, wetly. I didn't know if I was actually doing a good job or not, but he seemed to be enjoying it. Dimly, I heard Debby's breath explode out of her as she orgasmed.

I was really sucking him hard and his hand was urging me faster and faster when suddenly he reared his head back and made a noise that sounded like "Nnnggg". Instantly, my mouth started filling up with his tangy cum. It actually felt like it was burning my tongue and lips.

Coached by Debby, I swallowed as much as I could, but some still slipped out of my mouth and left cum droplets on my dress. I kept sucking and swallowing until he pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"Thank you, babydoll," he said, patting me on my head. He turned to Debby. "And thank you, ma'am," he smiled at her. He poked his head out of the stall, glanced around to make sure nobody was there, then left.

I wiped as much of the cum off my dress as I could. then followed Debby out of the bathroom.

"Enough for one night?" she asked me.

I nodded. We paid our tab and walked out to the car.

As I was getting in the car, I saw cum stains on the dress. "Shit," I complained. "Will this come out of my dress?"

Daisy laughed at me. "You're more a girl than you let on," she chuckled.



Becoming Elizabeth Ch. 03



Author's note: Some of the sexual behavior chronicled here is patently unsafe. I really hope that the story makes your dick hard (or pussy wet, for my gentle female readers), but use some sanity when you're out in real life.

As usual, there's truth mixed with fiction, but mostly fiction. I'll let you decide what's real and what's not.

Chapter 3: My Wife Takes Charge

On the drive home from the bar, Debby stopped at a big-name discount store. I was afraid she'd want me to come in with her, but luckily she just told me to wait for her in the car. 

Sitting in the car was probably worse than actually going in with her. She'd parked by the entrance to the store, and people continuously walked past the car. I was waiting for someone to notice that I was a man dressed like a woman and ridicule me, but nobody did. Nobody even saw me.

She came out about 15 minutes later carrying several bags. I was curious to see what she'd bought, but she just smiled, kissed me, and put the bags in the back seat.

"You'll see when we get back to the beach house," she said, grinning.

When we got back into the beach house, she examined my dress critically. "You can take those to the cleaners when we get back home," she said. "I don't think we can get the stains out here. Lucky we bought more than one outfit for you."

I tried to peek in the bags that she'd bought, but she grabbed them and danced out of the way. She gave me a wink, then sauntered into the bedroom.

I followed her, and she immediately began undressing. I quickly followed her lead, and jumped onto bed. My dick was hard, and I knew there was about to be some serious fucking from the playful mood she was in. However, she stood, naked, in the middle of the bedroom, put her hands on her hips, and gave me a stern look.

"Hang up your dress, young lady," she said. 

I reluctantly got up and hung the dress up. I thought it was a waste of time....it had to go to the cleaners anyway.

She smiled at me, then opened one of the bags. She pulled a sheer nightgown from it, and presented it to me.

I gave her a dubious look. "Hey, I'm done being a girl for the night," I complained. 

"Then you can just go to bed and get some sleep," she replied. "If you want to fuck, you're going to put this on and do what I tell you."

My dick told me that it'd be a good idea to do what she said. Grumbling, I took the nightgown from her and put it on. It was really sheer and short, barely covering my ass. My dick stuck out from underneath it.

She clapped in excitement. "Get on the bed on your back," she said, pushing me back. 

I climbed into bed. "This excites you?" I asked her.

"You don't know how much," she said, climbing onto the bed and on top of me. Her mouth went to my chest, and she started sucking my nipple through the nightgown. One of her hands went to the other nipple, capturing it and rolling it between her fingers. The other hand went down and cupped one of my asscheeks.

That felt good. She rarely played with my nipples, and I was surprised at how good it felt. My dick, crushed between us, throbbed.

"That feels good," I murmured. I started to put my hands on her head, but she pulled her mouth away off of me and looked up into my face.

"You just lay there until I tell you differently, Elizabeth," she commanded. Her mouth went back onto my nipple, and her teeth nipped it in punishment.

My hands went to my side, submissively. I was getting worried that she was taking this whole "Elizabeth" thing too seriously. Still, it felt good. My dick liked what was going on, even if I had reservations.

She moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and biting softly. The front of my nightgown was getting soaked with her saliva.

Finally, she rolled off of me and spread her legs.

"Lick my pussy," she said, grabbing my hair with her hand and pulling me towards her crotch.

I do love licking Debby's pussy. She's very vocal, very expressive when my tongue is dancing across her clit and pussy lips. I maneuvered between her legs and my mouth reached out to her.

She moaned loudly when my lips found her clit. I gave it a hard, full lick, then my lips captured it and I sucked gently. Her hands flew down and grabbed my head, and she ground her pussy onto my face.

My tongue went wild on her, licking up and down her pussy lips then across her clit again and again. She was wet as hell, her pussy juices coating my face.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, her legs spreading wider as she pulled my face tight against her pussy. Her hips bucked up and down. 

She came hard on my face. I felt her back arch and her pussy convulse, and juice flooded into my mouth. She only did that when she was incredibly turned on, and I doubled my tongue's effort on her clit. I wanted her to cum harder and harder.

She rode her orgasm, pulling my face onto her pussy by my hair and grinding it against my face. For a few seconds, I couldn't breathe, but didn't stop licking until she finally, slowly, relaxed on the bed and her grip on my hair fell away.

"Mmmmmmmmm...you're such a good girl, Elizabeth," she murmured. She caressed my hair as the afterglow of her orgasm warmed her body. 

I pulled myself up on top of her, and kissed her forcefully. Her pussy juice smeared from my face to hers. I started to line my dick up with her pussy.

"Oh, no," she said, quickly, her leg knocking me back. "Girls don't fuck girls. Roll over onto your back."

"Hey," I protested. "You've got me all turned on. Isn't it my turn?"

"Yes," she said breathlessly. "Get on your back."

I rolled over and laid next to her, expecting her magic mouth to slide down my dick. However, she rolled on her side next to me and starting playing with my nipples again.

"Stroke your clit," she said. "Let me see you get off."

A little disappointed, I took my dick in hand and began stroking it. It felt good, but I would have preferred her mouth or pussy on it. She began rolling my nipples between her fingers as my hand slid up and down my dick.

The sensation of her fingers kneading my tits through the nightgown felt too good. My hand pistoned up and down my dick as it erupted, spraying cum all over her and my nightgown. One glob few up and landed in my hair. 

Gasping for breath, my hand on my dick slowed, then stopped. Debby leaned over and kissed me.

"That's my girl," she moaned into my mouth. She broke the kiss, then laid on her back, pulling me over so that my head was on her shoulder. It was a reversal from our normal post-coital position. She usually cuddled up to me and put HER head on MY shoulder.

"I'm worried that you're enjoying this too much," I said. 

"You can't enjoy something like this too much," she replied, sleepily. 

"I'm going back to being a man when we get home," I told her. I meant it. I really wanted to see her go down on another woman, but she was taking the "Elizabeth" thing too far.

"We'll see," she said, pulling me in closer to her and dozing off.

The next morning, I woke before her. I climbed out of bed, careful not to wake her, and made my way to the bathroom. After flushing the toilet, I stumbled to the kitchen and started some coffee. It wasn't until I had taken my first sip that I realized I was still wearing the nightgown. 

Debby came out of the bedroom. She walked up to me and put her arms around me.

"Morning, Liz," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

"Jack," I answered. 

She stepped back and gave me a critical look. "Liz," she repeated.

"Jack," I said again, standing my ground. I was getting angry.

She reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it painfully. "You're Liz until I say differently," she hissed. My mouth fell open in shock. I'd never seen her like this before.

I yanked my head back and freeing my hair from her hand. "Listen, Debby, this is going too far. I enjoyed playing Elizabeth, and enjoy the kinky stuff we're doing. But I'm not about to become this woman you've created full-time," I said, my temper rising.

She reached out and slapped me. Neither of us had ever struck the other. My hand flew up to my stinging cheek. "What the hell?" I yelled.

She yelled back at me, "Bitch, you're going to do what I tell you to. Do you understand?" She pulled her hand back to slap me again.

My hand shot out and caught hers. "No, I DON'T understand!" I shouted. "What the hell has come over you?"

She snatched her arm out of my grasp, and slapped me again. Then, for good measure, she grabbed the front of my nightgown and half-towed, half-yanked me into the living room. Off-balance, I stumbled after her.

She had some advantages at that moment. First, I would never hit her no matter how angry I was and I think she knew that. Second, I was off-balance, both mentally and physically. She pushed me back onto the couch and stood over me, menacingly.

"You're Elizabeth until I say differently." Her hand flew out and slapped me a third time. "You'll do what I tell you." Another slap. "If you won't agree to that, then you can go home by yourself and I'll find a man that DOES want to be Elizabeth."

My cheek was red. I sat on the couch, looking up at her in fear and amazement. This was a side of her that I never knew of, never even had an inkling could be in her. 

She grabbed my hair again, leaned over me, and pulled my face up to hers.

"So what's it going to be?" she demanded. "Elizabeth or Jack?"

I sat there, unable to move. I was actually frightened. Part of me hoped that all this was still part of the game, but she looked angry, not turned on. Her face was red in anger.

She stared at me for a minute as I sat there mutely. Then, she threw my head back, stood up, and walked into the bedroom.

I sat, still in shock, for a few minutes, then got up and followed her into the bedroom. She was busy throwing her clothes into the suitcase.

"What are you doing?" I asked, almost meekly.

"I'm leaving. If you don't want to play along, then I need to find someone that will," she said angrily.

She was serious. My heart pounded in fear. I loved her madly, even if I was angry and confused at the moment. I didn't consciously make the decision, it came automatically. I flew over to her and grabbed her hands. 

"Stop! I'll be Elizabeth," I cried. There were tears running down my face.

She stopped packing and glared at me.

"Completely?" she asked.

"If that's what it takes," I mumbled. Things were moving entirely too fast for me, and I felt cowed and overwhelmed.

"No bullshit, Jack?" she said, the anger leaving her face. 

My heart leapt in joy. She called me "Jack" and not "Elizabeth."

"Whatever it takes to keep you," I said.

"You'll be Elizabeth when I tell you to?" she said, breaking into a smile. "Do what I say, when I say it, and how I tell you to do it?"

"Yes," I agreed

"Promise." 

"I promise."

Hearing me give her my word, she put her arms around me and hugged me fiercely. "Oh, baby," she said, "I was so afraid you wouldn't."

"How can I resist you?" I asked, the expression on my face turning it into a serious question instead of a trite phrase.

"You've been a bad girl," she said, grinning. "Haven't you?"

I fell right back into the game. "Yes, I have," I said.

She sat down on the bed and patted her thighs. "Come here and take your punishment," she commanded.

I was confused, not understanding what she meant. Exasperated, she grabbed my arm, pulled me over to her, then bent me across her lap.

"Hey!" I said. I started to get up, but she pushed me down with one hand and the other pulled up my nightgown to expose my ass.

"You're a bad girl," she said, "and you need some correcting." Her hand flew up then smacked down hard on my ass. The slap reverberated in the bedroom.

"Debby! Stop it!" I said, trying to get my feet under me so I could stand up.

"You'd better call me 'Ma'am', if you know what's good for you," she said sternly.

"I didn't expect you to do anything like this!" I replied.

Her hand spanked my ass again. "You promised," she reminded me, her arm raising for a third spank.

I deflated on her lap. I did promise. "Yes, Ma'am, I did," I said, dejectedly.

Her hand flew up and down, paddling my ass until it was red and stinging. Curiously, my dick got hard while she punished me. I didn't expect that.

She gave me one last swat, then rubbed my ass with the palm of her hand. "Expect to be punished when you misbehave, Elizabeth," she warned me. 

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. My voice trembled. My ass hurt.

She released me and allowed me to stand up. "Be a good girl and get me some coffee," she said, laying back on the bed. Her hand snaked to her pussy and as I followed it with my eyes, i could see that she wasn't only wet, she was drenched. Punishing me got her juices flowing heavily.

I walked back into the kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee. By the time I got back to the bedroom, she was pleasuring herself furiously. Her fingers stroked her pussy quickly, and her other hand was pinching her nipple. From her moans, I could tell she was close to cumming.

I stood there, holding her coffee, as her orgasm wracked her body. The fingers on her nipple were white with pressure. My dick grew. It was quite an erotic sight.

She came down slowly, her body relaxing and the hands on her pussy and tit fell away. Sighing deeply, she looked up at me with a grin.

"MMmmmm, that was good," she said in a low voice. "I haven't masturbated in forever." She saw my dick standing at attention, and reached out and stroked it. "Looks like you enjoyed it too?"

"Yeah," I said smiling. 

She gave me a quasi-angry look. 

Ulp. "Yes, Ma'am," I corrected myself.

Her face smoothed back to happiness, and she sat up and took her coffee, ignoring my throbbing dick.

We spent the rest of the morning and afternoon working on my girlish manners. She showed me how to walk and talk, and gave me lessons on how to apply makeup and how to select clothes.

After the lessons, she told me to shower and shave. I did, paying special attention to areas that I wasn't used to shaving. After I dried off, she selected clothes for me: a pair of panties, a bra, a red slinky dress, and nylons. She watched me critically as I dressed and applied my makeup. She painted my toenails for me.

After I was finished, she gave me a once-over, then nodded. "You're ready. Wait for me in the living room while I get dressed."

I sat meekly on the couch, emotions coursing through me. Despite my promise to her, I wasn't going to give up being Jack. But, I DID promise her, and I took my word seriously. Throw in the eroticism of everything going on, and it made for one confusing mess. Was I a man? Was I a woman? Was I something in between?

She came out of the bedroom, dressed to kill. Evidently she'd bought some things for herself on the way back to the beach house last night. 

"Ready to go out?" she asked, smiling.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

"Great! Let's get out there and find a nice dick for your cute little ass," she said, grabbing my arm and leading me out the door.



Becoming Elizabeth Ch. 04



Author's note: Some of the sexual behavior chronicled here is patently unsafe. I really hope that the story makes your dick hard (or pussy wet, for my gentle female readers), but use some sanity when you're out in real life.

As usual, there's truth mixed with fiction, but mostly fiction. However, the part with Frank in the car is real and pretty much verbatim.

Chapter 4: Night On The Town

We went back to Corpus. Debby drove as I thought about everything that was going on. It was a long quiet trip.

I didn't like the change in Debby. She used to be very laid back and casual. We never fought, seldom had more than a spat. Now, she was very dominant and aggressive and the truly frightening thing to me was that she was enjoying it.

She pulled into the parking lot of a fairly nice restaurant. I gave her an inquisitive look, and she smiled at me.

"Come on, we're both hungry," she said. "Let's get something to eat and then we two girls can go play."

"Everyone will see me," I protested. Sitting in a dimly lit bar that catered to transvestites and transsexuals was one thing. This, however, was quite another.

"Everyone will see me spank you right here in this parking lot if you don't behave," she warned. Her eyes said she was serious.

I resigned myself that I would lose this argument, and we got out of the car and walked in. Debby did all the talking and luckily they seated us in a booth in the corner. Still, I got some strange looks from people as we walked through the restaurant.

Our waiter was a tall, thin man about my age. I assumed that he was smiling so big and had a twinkle in his eye because he knew what I was, but I could have been just being paranoid. I sat in silence, my eyes shifting to stare at the table while Debby ordered for the both of us.

After he left, Debby leaned over to me and said, "The waiter's kind of cute, don't you think?"

"I suppose," I replied. I honestly didn't know. I guess he was kind of attractive.

"You should flirt with him," she suggested.

"Why don't YOU flirt with him," I shot back. Flirt? Was she serious?

Her eyes narrowed and her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist painfully.

I capitulated. "I don't know how to flirt," I said.

She released my wrist and smiled. "I guess it's time for you to learn," she replied.

When the waiter came back, I did my best to flirt with him.

"We're from out of town," I said. "Are there any good night spots here in town?"

The waiter put his hand on the booth, and sort of leaned towards me. He listed several clubs, and gave the pros and cons of each.

"So many choices," I said, doing my best to flutter my eyelashes at him. "Which one do you go to?"

He laughed. "On my paycheck, none of those." He listed several other bars, warning us that they were local bars that verged on being dives. Then he mentioned the bar that we were going to after dinner.

"Ah, he knows," I thought. I reached out and touched his hand. "We've heard of that one. We'll probably go there, then. Are you going there tonight?"

He grinned. "I hadn't planned on it tonight, but it sounds like a good idea if you two ladies will be there." He left to check on our food.

I assume I was successful, since he left the table with a smile. Debby patted my hand.

"That's not bad," she said. "You even made a date. Good girl!"

Our food arrived, and we ate. When we got the check, Debby told me to leave a big lipstick kiss on it. She left the waiter a huge tip.

We left the restaurant and went to the bar. It was early, and there weren't very many people there yet. Debby ordered me another daiquiri, and we sat and watched people as we talked.

We both were asked to dance, and to my surprise, Debby took a couple of turns on the floor. I felt a twinge of jealousy at first, then realized that I really couldn't bitch since I was doing the exact same thing.

A short, solid man came over and bought us a drink. He introduced himself as Frank, and then asked me out to dance. On the dance floor, he was all over me....squeezing my ass, nuzzling my neck.

He put his mouth next to my ear. "Why don't we go someplace a bit more private?" he asked.

"I need to check to see if it's ok," I replied, glancing back at Debby. I wanted her to say yes or no. I was a little turned on at the way he was pawing me, but it was her decision.

He led me by my hand back to the bar, and we sat down on either side of Debby.

"You two feel like going somewhere else?" he asked her.

Debby frowned. "Well, we told someone that we'd meet him here. I don't want to disappoint him."

Frank got a thoughtful look. "Well, how about if I just borrow your girlfriend for a little bit out in the parking lot?" he said, boldly.

Debby smiled. "Oh, that's fine," she replied. She patted me on the leg. "Have fun, Liz."

I looked at Debby in shock. She was going to let me leave with some strange guy?

Frank grabbed my hand, and said, "Come on. sexy. I'll show you the inside of my car." He pulled me off the barstool, and led me out. I glanced back at Debby. She was smiling and waving at me.

He led me out of the bar and around back. His car was the sole one parked behind the bar, in a dimly lit alley. He unlocked the car, then opened the back door for me. I climbed in, hesitantly, and he followed.

"Jesus Christ, you've got me horny," he said. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.

Frank wasn't big. Even standing at attention, it was only four or five inches long. Before I could react, he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my face down onto his crotch.

It was awkward and uncomfortable, bent over like that. I opened my mouth and took his cockhead in. Before I could start sucking him, he shoved his whole length into my mouth.

"That's it...yeah....suck my cock, bitch," he groaned.

As my mouth slid up and down his dick, I thought to myself: "Frank doesn't get much action, especially with equipment like that."

I sucked like crazy, trying to get him off as quickly as possible. He barely filled my mouth with his dick, but acted like he had nine inches instead of four.

"Choke on it, bitch....suck that big old dick," he said, pushing my head down and straining to put his cock in the back of my throat.

I caught myself before I laughed, and turned it into a moan instead. My tongue was sliding along the bottom of his shaft.

He didn't last long, which further reinforced my theory that Frank didn't get laid very often. I'd only been sucking his dick for two or three minutes before he shoved my face down onto his dick, arched his hips up at me, and started pumping cum into my mouth.

For such a little dick, he had a lot of cum. I swallowed for all I was worth, hindered by the fact that he was painfully crushing my mouth against his groin as his dick throbbed and pumped glob after glob of cum.

He relaxed, letting go of my head and let out a long sigh.

"Nice," he said. "Maybe some day I can get you bent over and slide my monster into that hot ass of yours."

I sat back up, and cleaned the cum that was on my lips and chin off. "Ooooh, that sounds good," I lied. "Maybe we can come back tomorrow and work things out." We were leaving the next morning.

"I'll be here!" he said.

"We won't," I thought.

As we exited the car, he looked down and saw that the front of his pants had come on them.

"Sorry, baby," he said, "I better head home and change clothes. Tell your girlfriend what she missed, willya?"

"I'll give her every last detail," I promised, smiling. Debby would want every last detail anyway. I walked back into the bar.

Debby was out on the dance floor, so I sat at the bar and sipped my daiquiri until she returned. As she walked up to me, she had a huge smile on her face.

"How was it?" she asked.

I held my thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. "He had a bigger ego than a dick," I said.

She threw her head back and laughed until she cried. "I'm sorry, Liz," she said, catching her breath. "We'll find better, I promise."

Between drinks and dances, we stayed there for a few hours. I seemed to be the popular one for the slow dances. The men who asked me out on the floor liked to hold me tight up against them and grind their dicks against me.

Debby and I several offers to go home with some of the guys, both of us together and individually. Debby held off on the hopes that our waiter friend would show up, and politely fended off all the propositions.

He didn't disappoint us. We were just about to give up on him when Debby spotted him across the bar. She waved at him, and he walked up to us smiling.

"Ladies," he said, taking both of our hands and kissing each one in turn. Not releasing his hand, she turned to me.

"Isn't he sweet?" she smiled.

We drank and talked for a while. His name was Jeff, and he was actually two years older than me. He'd served a stint in the military and was waiting tables while going to school on his military benefits. Debby suggested that he and I dance, but he shook his head.

"I don't dance," he said, "at least, not standing up."

Debby's eyes brightened. "Just how good of a dancer are you?" she asked.

He grinned at her, then me. "Never had any complaints," he replied. His hand ran slowly down my arm.

This guy was charming and smooth, and it was turning me on. "Well, maybe we should find out for ourselves," I said, hesitantly. Debby looked at me and winked.

"My place or yours?" he said, reaching over and stroking my leg.

"Yours," Debby said. "It's a long drive to ours, and I think Liz is getting kind of anxious."

My face reddened. I was.

He paid our tab, the gentleman that he was, then took my and Debby's hands in his and led us out the door. We followed him in our car a few blocks over to an apartment complex.

He had a small tidy one-bedroom apartment. As soon as the door closed, he turned to me and pulled me close. His mouth covered mine as his hands went around me and cupped my ass.

I'd never been kissed like that, even by a woman. It was full of passion and need, and went on a long time, to the point where Debby cleared her throat to remind us that she was there.

"Sorry," he grinned, stepping away from me and doing the same thing to Debby.

I stood there waiting for their kiss to end. My dick was getting hard in my panties watching them.

Debby broke the kiss, and said, "Whew! If that doesn't get me going, I don't know what will."

Jeff grabbed both of our hands and led us to the bedroom. Quickly removing his clothes, he sat down on the edge of the bed. Debby grabbed my shoulders and maneuvered me between his legs, then pushed me down on my knees.

I didn't need much encouragement. Jeff had a gorgeous dick, seven inches or so, and thick. It looked a bit out of place on his thin frame, but I wasn't interested in his frame at the moment. Without being told by Debby, I bent down and took him in my mouth.

He took a sharp intake of air as my mouth slid down his length, his cockhead nudged against the back of my throat, then slowly back out again. I don't know who was enjoying it more, me or him.

I worked his cock as best I could, paying attention to his thick cockhead. Debby jostled me, and I looked up to see her topless, offering her tits to Jeff as he sucked one nipple, then the other. Debby saw me look, and blew a kiss at me. I winked back, then my attention went back to Jeff's dick.

I sucked him for a few minutes, then Debby tapped me on the shoulder. "My turn," she grinned. I stood up and moved back as she knelt between Jeff's legs, nude, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. Jeff helped me undress, and I sat next to him on the bed.

"Both of you have awesome mouths," he said, reaching over and playing with my nipples. I leaned over and he kissed me again. My dick throbbed.

Debby sucked him like a pro, and I sensed he was ready to pop. I was about to ask Debby to move so I could get my mouth back on him, but she pulled his dick out of her mouth and stood up.

"Ride his cock, Liz," she instructed me.

Jeff moved up on the bed and laid on his back. I crawled over and straddled him, his cock wet with Debby's saliva, and lined it up with my ass. Slowly, I lowered myself onto his cock.

It hurt, but I was so turned on that I didn't care. His cockhead nudged past my asshole, and I gasped as it suddenly slipped halfway in. Jeff's hands grabbed my hips and began pulling me down forcefully on him.

"Jesus, you're tight," he groaned.

Debby laid next to him and stroked his chest. "It's her first time," she lied. It wasn't too far from the truth. I'd only been fucked by a man once before, and that was a long time ago.

"I can tell," he said, pulling me down until his whole cock was buried in my ass.

The sensation was incredible. I'd worried that it would hurt more than it did....the first time I got fucked, the pain was so bad that it'd taken the guy a long time to get his whole cock in me. This time, however, the pain faded quickly. I guess it was because I was so incredibly turned on and I didn't notice or dwell on it so much.

He started pumping his hips, fucking my greedy asshole with sharp, short jabs. I put my hands on his chest for balance, and began grinding my ass onto him. 

I glanced over at Debby, and she was watching me ride his cock with a lurid grin on her face. Her hand was buried in her pussy, and I could see that she was masturbating furiously. She looked like she loved watching me take his cock.

Jeff's face turned red, and he started pounding his cock up into me, then shoved it deep and kept it there. He groaned in pleasure as I milked his cock with my ass muscles as he exploded inside me, coating my bowels with his cum.

He slowly relaxed, then pulled me down and kissed me. "You've got a fantastic ass, Liz," he said.

I gave his cock a twitch with my ass, chuckling.

He pushed me off of him, his cock popping out of my ass accompanied by a flood of cum. Debby went to the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth and handed it to me. I slowly and lovingly cleaned his cock as Debby laid on the bed next to him.

Jeff's cock had started to soften, but started to harden again as I cleaned him off with the warm wet washcloth and my mouth. Once it was fully erect, I dropped the washcloth on the floor and took him back in my mouth. I had one load of his cum in my ass, and I wanted another one in my mouth.

It wasn't to be, however. Debby pushed me off of him with a laugh. "Greedy little bitch," she said smiling. "Save some for me."

She half pulled, half pushed Jeff on top of her. He lined up his dick with her wet, sopping pussy and shoved it in completely in one stroke. My face hardened....this wasn't in the plan.

Debby saw the anger in my face and grabbed my hand as Jeff pounded her pussy. Pulling my head to hers, she kissed me and said "I love you, baby". It didn't help my attitude that she was moaning at the same time, enjoying his cock in her.

Still seeing my anger on my face, she grabbed my face in one hand. "I love you," she repeated. There was a hard glint in her eyes that said I had better behave. Then she pulled my face to hers, and she kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth.

She groaned into my mouth as Jeff continued fucking her hard. Her hand grabbed mine, and she pulled it over to her tit. I grabbed her nipple fiercely, and pinched it hard trying to convey my anger. It didn't help my cause, as she started cumming around Jeff's pistoning dick. In my anger, I'd forgotten that she liked pain in her nipples when she was turned on this much.

As her orgasm endured, Jeff pounded her pussy like a madman. Debby's entire body shook with each of his thrusts, her tits swaying. The kiss we shared was broken by the force he was fucking her with.

He finally shoved himself deep into her and grunted as his cock sprayed cum deep inside her. He strained into her, his body quivering, until he slowly collapsed on top of her, pushing me out of the way.

Jeff rolled off of her, and I sat at the edge of the bed, angry. Debby reached out for me, but I pulled away.

She sat up and grabbed a handful of my hair. "Get over here, goddammit!" she said, yanking me back painfully. She pulled my head down to her pussy. "Clean me off," she said between gritted teeth.

I adjusted myself between her legs, then my lips went onto her pussy, licking and sucking Jeff's cum off of her and out of her. I wasn't happy, but she was in her angry mood again and it poked a hole in my anger. I licked her pussy lips clean, then my tongue went to her clit and I worked it until her pussy convulsed in orgasm again. 

When she released me and I looked up, Jeff was staring nervously at us. The unexpected anger had unsettled him, and I thought, "Great...now he thinks we're a couple of psycho's."

I moved across Debby and knelt on the bed next to him. "Sorry," I said softly. "I forgot my place." Trying to mollify him, I leaned over and cleaned Debby's pussy juices off his cock with my tongue.

"That's ok," he said, hesitantly. "I don't know what kind of relationship the two of you have, I just don't want to get caught up in the middle of it." He gently pried my mouth off his cock, stood up, and put his underwear back on. 

Debby spoke up. "She's my bitch, and she's going to get punished when we get home," she said, glaring at me. 

I cast my eyes downward in shame, more to please Debby than anything else. She jumped out of bed and began dressing. I followed her lead.

She walked up to Jeff, put her arms around him and kissed him soundly on his lips. "Thank you, sweetie, that was fantastic," she said. Then grabbing my hand, she pulled me up next to her. "I'm sorry everything ended on kind of a sour note, but trust me, we both loved it."

I nodded, then put my arms around him and gave him the same passionate kiss that Debby had. His grin returned, and he patted me on the ass.

"I hope that you'll look me up the next time you're in town," he said.

"Only if you promise to fuck me as hard as you did tonight," I replied, giving him my best imitation of a saucy wink.

"I promise," he replied with a smile.

Debby led me out of his apartment and out into the parking lot. We headed back towards Rockport, but as soon as we got out of Corpus and hit an uninhabited stretch of road, she pulled over and shut off the car.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I dreaded what was going to come next.

She sighed and looked me square in the face. "Jack, you promised," she said, sounding dejected.

"I didn't expect you to fuck some other guy," I said, half angrily. "I thought the idea was for other guys to fuck me."

"You expect me to just sit there and watch? Hell, no!" she said, angrily. "Either you understand that I'm in charge and that I'll do what I damn well want to, and that you have to do EVERYTHING I tell you, or...."

I cut her off. "I know. I'm sorry," I said. Then, getting back into the character she was forcing me to become, I continued. "I'm sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again."

She smiled at me. "That's a good girl, Liz," she said. "You know that I'm still going to spank you when we get back, though, right?"

I nodded. Whatever it took, I was willing to do.

She started the car and pulled out onto the road, back to Rockport.



Becoming Elizabeth Ch. 05



Author's note: Some of the sexual behavior chronicled here is patently unsafe. I really hope that the story makes your dick hard (or pussy wet, for my gentle female readers), but use some sanity when you're out in real life.

As usual, there's truth mixed with fiction, but mostly fiction. And much thanks to Leopold for editing!

Chapter 5: Back Home

The next morning, we were ready to head back home. It had been a long weekend of self-discovery and a drastic change in our relationship. I discovered that I truly enjoyed sex with men, and Debby had become more dominant and aggressive.

Debby allowed me to dress in my male clothes for the trip, except for panties, and she even let me drive. I thought that perhaps she had relaxed a bit about the whole Jack/Elizabeth thing. However, after we had packed up the car and locked up the beach house, she looked at me critically and said, "Those clothes don't really become you, Elizabeth."

There was silence the first part of the drive home. I was lost in my thoughts, wondering how life was going to be when we got back. Debby was in a thoughtful mood also, but I couldn't glean her thoughts from the expression on her face.

We had just entered Atascosa County when I felt her hand on my thigh. I glanced over to her, but she was watching the scenery go past. I reached down and squeezed her hand, then brought it up to my lips and kissed it. She turned to me and smiled, then leaned up against me. She was almost the old Debby.

Her hand went back to my thigh as I put my arm around her, driving with one hand. She started stroking my leg, then her hand went to my crotch. She started gently squeezing my dick through my panties.

"Poor baby," she said, "you didn't get off much this weekend, did you?"

"No, not really," I said, thinking that I had taken more loads of men's cum than I had produced.

Her fingers found my zipper and pulled it down, then fished my hardening dick from my panties. Surprised, I shifted a bit to give her better access. Her head dropped down and she engulfed my dick with her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm," she groaned as her mouth backed off my shaft, leaving only the head between her lips. Her tongue swirled around it, driving me crazy. My free hand rubbed her back, then slid up to her neck. I was feeling very needy, and one of her incredible blowjobs would fill that need nicely.

She sucked my cock as I drove, and it was difficult to maintain my concentration on the road with her mouth doing such wonderful things to me. I could tell she was getting turned on by her moans and groans.

She was sucking hard, trying to pull the cum from my balls into her mouth. Her hand tried to get to my balls, but they were firmly tucked into my panties and she couldn't get at them. Instead, she grabbed my shaft and started stroking it in rhythm with her sucking.

It was too much. My cock erupted in her mouth. I hadn't gotten off recently, so it felt like I was pumping gallons of cum into her mouth. She choked, recovered, then slowed her sucking as my throbbing cock slowed and stopped.

She pulled her mouth off me, then moved up to kiss me. With my head almost sideways, my eyes on the road, our lips met and she pushed my cum from her mouth to mine. Without even thinking about it, I accepted it and swallowed the entire load.

She broke the kiss then kissed my cheek, leaving a wet sticky spot of cum on it. She helped me tuck myself back into my panties, then snuggled up against me.

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Yeah," I grinned. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie," she replied, pulling my arm around her again. We stayed that way until we pulled into the our driveway.

After we had unpacked the car, Debby told me to get dressed. Confused, I said, "But I am dressed."

She gave me an exasperated look. "Get out of those horrid clothes and get into something sexy," she commanded.

"Do I have to?" I said, whining just a little bit. "I kind of thought Elizabeth could take a break for a while."

"Yes, you have to," she said firmly. " Elizabeth is here to stay."

Reluctantly, I put on the nightgown that I had worn before. Debby smiled at me and told me how cute I was in it, then led me to the bedroom. She stripped and lay on her back on the bed, her legs spread.

"Be a good girl and make me cum," she said.

I knew she wanted her pussy licked, and I quickly crawled between her legs. Her aroma was heady...she'd gotten turned on and wet in the car when she was sucking my dick, and, as my tongue found her pussy lips, I felt that she was still wet.

"Mmmmm, I love your tongue on my pussy, Liz," she murmured as I slid my tongue up and down her slit. I circled her clit, and her hands shot out and grabbed my head, crushing my lips against her pussy.

"Ahhhhhh, yesssssss," she groaned, her hips bucking up and down, smearing her juicy pussy against my face. My hands went around her thighs as my dick throbbed against the bed.

"Yesss...Yesssss...YESSS!" she screamed, as her pussy convulsed against my mouth. Her hot juices flowed across my face, into my mouth, and dripped down my chin.

She slowly released me, and I quickly climbed on top of her before she could object. My dick was raging hard and I wanted to bury it in her pussy.

"Liz!" she exclaimed as my dick slid deep into her pussy. I ignored her, slamming my dick into her again and again. Her legs went around me and her hands slid between us, her fingers finding my nipples and pinching them hard. I suddenly understood why she liked her nipples abused when she was horny...it felt fantastic.

I didn't last long, between the urgent lust that was built up in me and her treatment of my nipples. I pushed myself into her deep, straining hard against her, as my dick unloaded shot after shot of heavy, thick cum. It felt like my dick would explode if I came any harder.

I slowly rolled off and laid in a gasping heap next to her. My hand reached out and grabbed a handful of ample tit. "Still want Elizabeth now?" I croaked. I was a bit smug, since I knew she loved having my dick in her.

"Yes," she said, firmly. "I love your big clit inside me, but it's still ELIZABETH 'S clit."

I deflated, understanding how determined she was. Jack is dead, long live Elizabeth , I thought. She sat up and looked down at me.

"I love you," she said, "and I hope you know that I love you despite everything you might be thinking. I love you as Elizabeth , too. I've never felt so excited as I do when I see you in a slinky dress or a nightie. I loved watching you take Jeff's cock in your mouth and your ass. I know you loved it too."

Slowly, I nodded. "I did, but I didn't expect all this."

She patted my chest. "I didn't either. I didn't realize how hot it was, you being a woman. And a cock-hungry woman at that."

She leaned over and kissed me. "You promised to be Elizabeth whenever I told you. Well, I'm telling you that I want Elizabeth full time. The only time I want to see you in men's clothes is when you go to work, but, as soon as you get home, you'll change." 

"What about..." I started, but she cut me off.

"I'll tell you what to wear, if a situation comes up and you're unsure," she said.

We spent an hour laying out some ground rules, but every time I objected to something or tried to reassert my masculinity, she steam-rolled over me. The end agreement was everything she wanted, and little of what I wanted.

As if to prove her point, she got up and went to the closet. I watched silently, as she took all of my male clothes except two sets of work clothes and piled them on the floor. My underwear drawer was next. Socks, jeans, t-shirts followed. As I watched, she got several garbage bags and stuffed all of my clothes in them.

"Get dressed," she said. "We're going shopping."

"As Jack or Elizabeth?" I asked, really worried she'd say " Elizabeth ."

"Jack, since you don't have any Elizabeth clothes that are suitable," she said. I put on the clothes I had driven home wearing.

We spent over five hundred dollars buying me clothes and jewelry at the mall. She was brazen about things, daring anyone to say anything when she held clothing against me. I almost rebelled when she handed several items to me and told me to try them on, but a quick slap on my ass (in front of a red-faced, shocked saleslady) reminded me of who was in charge. 

The ultimate humiliation was when we stopped at a kiosk on the way out, and she had my ears pierced. She selected studs with little hearts on them for me.

The next morning, she laid out my clothes for me. On top of my slacks and polo shirt was a lacy set of panties. I got dressed, kissed her, and went to work.

She'd been firm about leaving the earrings in. Luckily, they were gold and small, and only noticeable if someone got close. My cubicle at work was towards the back of the office and I quickly walked to it, avoiding anyone. Nobody seemed to notice.

The day went pretty well. There were only two people working on the project I was on: Me, and my immediate supervisor, Mike. Mike was an aging bearded hippy in his mid 50's, and what hair he had left on his balding head was pulled back into a pony tail. He was prone to say whatever popped into his head, and his irreverent remarks about anything and everything caused problems with the management. The company kept him because he was a remarkable engineer, but he got assigned long-term projects that didn't require him to interact with anyone, especially clients. His manner probably explained why he was still single, too.

The situation was perfect for me. As the sole person working directly for Mike, I didn't have to interact with anyone else. I finished my day, and left the office as quickly as I'd entered. When I got home, Debby had an outfit ready for me, and I changed back into Elizabeth .

Several days went by, and I was becoming more comfortable wearing the panties and the earrings at work. Then, I got caught. About mid-afternoon one day, I knocked my pen off my desk and it rolled back under it. Bending over, I tried to grab it, but it was just out of reach. I pushed my chair back, and got down on my hands and knees. As I grabbed it, I heard Mike's voice behind me.

"Jack....are you wearing PANTIES?" he said. I realized that in the position I was in, my pants were tight against my ass, outlining the panties perfectly. I stood up, banging my head on the bottom of the desk in the process, and turned around red-faced.

He peered closer at me. "Earrings, too? Wow."

"Keep your voice down," I said. "Nobody needs to know."

"Sure, dudette," he laughed. "Hey, live and let live is what I say. It is kinda hot, tho."

I did a double-take. I expected ridicule, but when I glanced down at his crotch, I saw that he was getting hard.

"Can we just keep this to ourselves?" I pleaded.

"No problem, mum's the word," he said, smiling. "Are you into dick, too?"

Dammit, he was too loud. "Can we talk about this somewhere else?" I asked.

"I was thinking the same thing," he said, leering at me. "Why don't we knock off early and go have a beer?"

"Ok," I replied quickly. Anything to shut him up.

I shut everything down in my cubicle and followed him out. We got in his car and he drove off. He didn't say anything on the drive, and I kept quiet myself. I was still in shock over being discovered, and my heart was racing.

He surprised me by heading to his home instead of a bar. I followed him into his house.

Plopping down on the couch, he patted the spot next to him. As I sat down, he said, "So, what's up with the girly stuff?"

I explained the whole situation....how it all started with a desire to see Debby with another woman, our agreement that she'd see me with another man before I got to see her with another woman, the trip to Rockport, the clothes, how Debby had gotten very dominant, how Elizabeth was born.

He sat back and smiled at me. "So, you ARE into dick, then."

I nodded, my face red.

"I want to see them," he said, grabbing his dick through his pants and stroking it.

"See what?" I asked, confused.

"The panties," he replied.

I stood up, unbuckled my belt, and dropped my pants just a bit. Only a peek of the very pink panties with red lace trim was showing.

"All of them," he said, grabbing my pants and pulling them down to my ankles.

"What the hell," I thought. I kicked off my shoes, socks, and pants, then pulled my shirt off. I stood before him wearing only the panties and the earrings. Jack had disappeared. Only Elizabeth remained.

"Nice," he said, running his hand across my ass.

"I didn't know you were gay," I said, enjoying his attention and especially his hands on my ass.

"I'm not gay," he said, "I just like to fuck."

Knowing Mike the way I did, that made perfect sense. "Like blowjobs, too?" I asked, slowly sinking to my knees.

He didn't respond, just unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. It was about 6 inches or so, and nicely shaped. My hand curled around the shaft as I bent over and licked the tip of his cock.

"Hey, no teasing," he said. putting his hand on my head and pushing me down gently.

I looked up at him and winked, then slid my mouth over his cockhead. Slowly, my mouth slid down his shaft. I let it nudge up against the back of my throat, then pulled my mouth back off of it just as slowly.

My tongue twirled around his cockhead a few times, then I gently sucked it. I know he wanted it back in my mouth fully, but I teased him mercilessly by starting to take him deeper, then pulling back and working my mouth on the head. I wanted to get him super horny and ready to burst.

I was incredibly turned on myself. This situation was unexpected, and the whole idea of my boss's cock being available to me was hot. The more I sucked, the more I wanted him.

I took him deep into my mouth again, then looked up. His cock throbbed as he looked down at me, my eyes looking longingly at him with my mouth full of his hard dick. His eyes stared back, open wide, and his mouth was hanging open.

I slowly pulled my mouth off of him, and stroked his cock with my hand.

"Please fuck me," I said in almost a little girl voice.

He stood up without a word and yanked me to my feet. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me into the bedroom, then pushed me down on the bed. I quickly pulled my panties off and tossed them onto the floor, then lifted and spread my legs. My hungry asshole waited for him.

He quickly grabbed a bottle of lotion and spread it all over his cock. Without pulling his clothes off, he put my legs over his shoulders, lined his cock up with my ass, and shoved.

God, it hurt so wonderfully. My ass screamed, but my hands went to his hips and pulled him, trying to get him as deep as I could.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I chanted with each of his thrusts. His cock was a piston, slamming into my ass, pushing me further up on the bed from the force of it. I moved my ass up to meet every one of his thrusts.

"Holy fuck, what a tight ass, Jack" he said, breathlessly. My leg slipped off his shoulder and he quickly grabbed it and put it back without missing a beat.

"Elizabeth," I moaned, my eyes closed in bliss. "Call me Elizabeth, call me a bitch, call me a cock hungry whore."

"You ARE a whore," he said, his hands grabbing my tits painfully. "Take my cock, bitch" He slammed his cock into me harder with every word.

I moaned loudly as his tempo increased. I wanted his cock, I wanted his cum, I wanted him to treat me like the cunt that Elizabeth was.

I opened my eyes and looked up at his face to see him staring, red-faced, at mine. He gave one last mighty shoved that banged the top of my head into the headboard of his bed, then let out a grunt as his cum shot out of his cock to coat the inside of my ass.

I wiggled my ass, trying to milk every last drop of his cum out. He strained against me, then suddenly relaxed and collapsed on top of me, my legs slipping off his shoulders and down his sides.

He laid on top of me, breathing hard, as my hands stroked his balding head and back. He shifted, and I felt his cum dribble down the crack of my ass as he pulled his cock out. He rolled off, laying next to me on the bed. I got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" he said, breathlessly.

"Be right back," I promised. I found his bathroom, and came back into the bed with a warm, wet, washcloth. Kneeling on the bed next to him, I slowly cleaned his cock off, showering it with kisses in the process, then tossed the washcloth on the floor and laid down with my head on his shoulder.

"That was awesome," I murmured to him.

"No shit," he replied. "I want to fuck you again some time."

I knew Debby would like that too, so I invited him over to my house the next night. He agreed, then we got out of bed and got dressed. He drove me back to the office so I could get my car.

Before I got out of his car, I turned to him and said, "Uh....promise me that you'll keep your mouth shut about this?"

He laughed. "Sure, no problem." I looked around to make sure nobody could see, then leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

"Thanks, Mike," I said, smiling.

"You're welcome...... Elizabeth ," he grinned.

I got out of his car and quickly got into mine. I rushed home to tell Debby about the incredible fuck I'd just had, and that we were going to have company tomorrow.