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Jenny Plays with the Big Girls

By: Johnboy9



This is my first submission of an erotic story, on this site or any site. Though I don't necessarily ask you to be kind, I do ask you to be gentle...or should that be the other way around? Hmmm... Anyway, this is an interesting tale, a varied tale, one of strange tastes and pursuits. If transvestism or femdom or golden showers turn you off, I ask you here and now not to read any further so that your voting does not reflect that displeasure in those areas in which you have no desire to explore. Otherwise, I wish you an enjoyable read, and ask that you send any feedback you might desire to send, should the notion strike your fancy.

*

"Whew, that's enough for me," I cried, walking back from the net and plopping down in exhaustion on my beach towel after finishing up a grueling half-hour practice session with my College Volleyball teammates on this bright sunny June afternoon. "I'm bushed!"

"Can I go in for you for a bit of practice, Lori," my little brother Jimmy asked. "I could really use it."

"Sure, shrimp," I answered. "Go ahead."

Jimmy jumped up from his towel and ran in to take my place as I sat and watched for a bit. My name is Lori Watson, and at the age of 21, I had just finished my junior year at State while Jimmy, just about to turn 19, had just finished his freshman year there. We both loved volleyball and, while I had made the College's Girl's Volleyball team all three years I'd been there, Jimmy had failed to make the Men's Volleyball team though he tried valiantly. Though he was a capable volleyball player, he would have been more outstanding at gymnastics. However, the school had pulled its funding for the gymnastics program the year before Jimmy started here. Hmmm, I thought, as I watched his performance on the beach with the girls out there. His enthusiasm for the game is a joy to watch, and he really gives those girls a run for their money. It's really too bad, but his size and build are a major factor against him when playing against the guys. Being only 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighing only 145 pounds, he's actually 6 inches shorter and even weighs five pounds less than me. Even though he has good speed and agility, that was not enough to help get him on any of the other teams he tried out for. 

As I lay back on the towel sunning myself, watching the team play out its practice, I started going over some disturbing news I'd received earlier that morning before we'd left the sorority house. Our Summer League College Team, The Battling Bitches, which consisted of 8 really svelte yet muscular, athletic girls, including myself, who were all from our sorority, Lambda Lambda Psi, was in the Championship Finals, its first time in five years. I had received a phone call this morning informing me that one of our star players, Laurie, had been in a car crash and, though not severely injured, she had bashed up her knee enough to require surgery, pins, and a resultant cast, taking her out of the rotation for the rest of the entire Championship series, and then some. Upon hearing this news, I phoned two of our other players to inform them of this unfortunate event, seeing if we couldn't find a solution to our dilemma. Nothing came to mind for any of us, but we were at least starting to work on the problem. 

"Your Jimmy's got a cute tush there, Lori," Cindi, a team member lying next to me, pointed out with a giggle, breaking up my reverie.

"Yes, he does, doesn't he," I replied. "Ever since I got him that new pair of Speedo's swimming briefs, he's really been showing off a lot more than he did back when he wore those ordinary boxer-style trunks. When he first put them on, he was so shocked and embarrassed at how it enhanced and emphasized his package down below, even though he's not that big down there, that he almost wouldn't wear them. Then I showed him how to tuck himself in and put his little dickie and balls down between his legs to give him a flatter, more pleasing and less embarrassing appearance. The tightness of the Speedo's keeps everything nicely tucked away. Funny how he doesn't seem to mind how girly it makes him look. Actually, he's totally unaware of this, but he thinks the reason I call him shrimp is because he's so much shorter than I am. But actually I accidentally walked in on him while he was taking a leak and I saw how tiny he was and that was when I started using that nickname, though I waited a couple of months so he wouldn't remember the connection."

"Wow, girl" Cindi continued. "I would never have guessed that. You are really cruel, kid. But, yeah, I never noticed how flat and girlish he looked down there! And you know Lori, with his hair as long as it is, and his height and build the way it is, all he needs is some tits and he'd look great in a bikini. Too bad he's not a girl. He plays well enough to easily take Laurie's place on the team."

"Cindi!" I gasped, my eyes wide in shock at her statement. Now though, as I continued to watch my little brother play out there with the other girls, I began to see just what it was that Cindi saw. As I'd noted before, and as Cindi just now also stated, Jimmy is really a good volleyball player. He just needs the chance to shine. I began to wonder if Cindi's notion could actually work. And the more I wondered, the more turned on I got with the idea of feminizing my little brother. 

Before leaving the beach for the sanctuary of our sorority, I discussed the idea with all the other girls of the team and they all agreed that the idea of making Jimmy into a girl so he could play on our team with them was a good one. I arranged for the girls to meet me back at our place in two hours in order to give me enough time to talk to Jimmy about it. Once he and I got there I told Jimmy to go take a shower and while he was doing so, I phoned the tournament director and had them add "Jenny's" name to the roster, after removing Laurie's. Now all I had to do was convince Jimmy to help us out.

After we had both finally settled in and cooled off in the air conditioning, I told Jimmy of the phone call about Laurie I received that morning. He was very sympathetic, knowing how important this season was to me, the team and the College we both attended.

"That's tough luck, sis," he said. "I wish there was some way I could help. I know how much you guys have been looking forward to this summer's matches, especially as close as you are to the State finals. That's a real blow, losing Laurie like that, though I'm glad she wasn't hurt any worse than she was."

"Yes, you're right, she was darned lucky, Jimmy," I admitted. "Look shrimp. Did you really mean what you said?"

"About what, Lori?" Jim asked.

"About helping out," I replied. "I mean, did you mean it, or were you just saying it to be polite?"

"Well, sure I meant it, Lori," Jimmy answered. "Anything. But what can I do? I'm not yet a sophomore, and as such have no clout or authority to assist you in any way here. By all rights, I'm not even a College-sanctioned volley ball player."

"But still,shrimp," I continued. "If you could, if I could cut through the red tape bull shit and find a way for you to help us, would you really? Because you know, I was watching you play today. You're really very good..."

"Thanks, sis," Jimmy said with a blush. "I really appreciate your compliment, and you know how much I love the game."

"But you know too, if you ever got a chance to play with the guys," I continued. "They'd chew you up and spit you out!"

"Lori!" Jimmy shouted shamefully. 

"I'm sorry, Jimmy, but it's time someone had the nerve to speak the truth," I said. "You're not even five and a half feet tall and you don't even weigh 150 pounds. If you went up against the guys on the volleyball team, most of whom are over 6 feet tall and weigh over 200 pounds each, they'd eat you for breakfast. Admit it, Jimmy. I'm right now, aren't I? 

"Yeah, I suppose you're right about all that, Lori," Jimmy shamefully admitted. "It's painful to think about and even more shameful to admit out loud, but, yeah, you're right, I'll never get any bigger than I am and, jeez, even though I'm going on 19, I'll never really be able to compete with the big guys out there without getting my ass kicked for trying."

"Yet Jimmy," I said consolingly. "You do hold your own against the women on my team, who are darned good, and you know it! I'll even go so far as to say that you even challenge them to better themselves because you are even somewhat better because you have heart when you play. And they, like you, are small framed, petite, if you like. Face it, Jimmy, you play more like a girl than a boy because you are built more like a girl than a boy, but you do play very well for a girly-boy, and that's how you're going to get to help my team, and consequently, your school as well."

"What are you saying, Lori," Jim asked with an astonished look. "Are you asking me to play on your team, as one of the girls?"

As the question was asked, their door was opened and Cindi, Julie and Denise, three of the girls from the team, walked in, Julie carrying packages under her arms. Hearing the question as they came in, all answered in unison, "Yes!" 

Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 02



This is the second part of my first entry, "Jenny Plays With the Big Girls." I want to thank everyone for their kind words of support and desire for this story's continuation - it has been heartwarming, to say the least. I can only hope that kind of welcome will only continue.

*

"Jimmy," I explained. "It's only for tomorrow, because the game is so soon upon us. If we win tomorrow, we'll have two weeks to find a suitable replacement for the next game and even more time for the remaining games."

"But...but Lori," Jimmy stammered. "You've gotta be crazy. I mean, there's no way this idea of yours will work. There's no way I could wear a girl's swimsuit or even look convincingly like a girl. Everyone will know right off that I'm a boy pretending to be a girl."

"Look shrimp," I said comfortingly. "Don't get all freaked out over this. I'm not going to force you to do this. We girls are only asking you to do this as a favor for us because we know that you are skilled enough as a volleyball player to pull it off. As for the rest, why don't you at least just try the suit on? Julie is your size and was kind enough to bring over some of her things for you to change into. If you don't look as convincing a little girl as we all think you will, then we'll drop the subject and never bring it up again. However, if you look as nice as we think you're going to look, then at least think about helping out our team and your school in it's time of need, OK?"

"Well, OK Lori," Jimmy agreed reluctantly. "But I still think it's a stupid idea that will never work. But for you and the team, I'll give it the old college try."

"That's my girl," I said with a wink. "I'll go in and give you a hand."

Taking the clothes from Julie, I led Jimmy into the bathroom while telling the rest of the girls to wait in the living room for our return. In the bathroom I had Jimmy strip naked.

"What? Naked?" Jimmy cried out. "Sis, you haven't seen me naked in at least ten years!"

"That's because you were a boy, Jenny," I explained. "And so it wasn't proper. Now we're all just sisters here so we have nothing to hide from each other. Besides, I need to apply this depilatory to your skin to get rid of all that ugly hair you've got."

"Did you just call me Jenny?" Jimmy asked.

"Yes I did, sweetheart," I answered. "Look, sit down for a minute, OK?"

Once Jimmy was seated on the lowered lid of the toilet, I continued. "Look here, sis. We've all got to get our heads wrapped around this change we're making here, and pronto, right? You don't want us calling you Jimmy when you're all dressed up in your feminine finery, do you? You'd be discovered for sure, don't you think?"

"Uh, yeah," he muttered blushingly. "I guess I wasn't thinking."

"For that same reason we need to get rid of this hair," I continued. "No normal teenage girl lets her arms and legs get overgrown with follicle growth like you've got. People see this and it just shouts, THAT'S A BOY IN GIRLS CLOTHES! We wouldn't want that now, would we?"

"Gosh no!" Jimmy said, imagining the sight of him in a bikini being chased down the beach by an angry mob of irate townsfolk. "Oh sis, are you sure we can get away with this?"

"Yes Jenny, I'm sure," I assured my brother. "Remember what I said, if it looks like it won't work, if you aren't 100% convinced you won't be discovered when I'm finished with you, then we'll just forget all about it. But remember this, girl. If you agree to this and it works out, it can only help you in the long run. Think of the field experience you'll get by actually playing in a tournament match instead of just a practice scrimmage. The confidence this experience will build in you will only help you later in life when you try out for bigger and better things."

"Thanks Lori," Jimmy said. "Putting things into that kind of perspective makes me feel better about the whole thing now. I think I'm ready to proceed."

"Good girl, Jenny," I said smilingly, giving my new sister a hug. "I knew you had it in you. Now, stand up here and let me lather this cream around your arms, legs and stuff."

I started spreading the depilatory up Jimmy's left leg from his calf to his thigh. Stopping there I did the same to his right leg. Then I covered his back and buttocks, going so far as to slide my finger between the crack that separated his bottom cheeks into two perfect half moons, sexily goosing his tight butt-hole in the process.

"Hey, hey, watch it Lori," Jimmy squealed. "That's kind of sensitive there!"

"Really girl?" Lori teased. "Have you been giving the boys some back-door action already, sweetie?" 

"Aw, cut it out, Lori," he said with a deep blush.

"OK sis, I apologize," I said. "I was only joshing with you anyway. Here, now you take some of this cream and rub it over your groin, all over your cock and balls to get rid of the hair there. I'd do it, but I figure you might think I was getting a bit too personal if I grabbed at your private parts like that, being your sister and all. Yeah, like that, just like you were jerking off to me. Oh, I bet that feels nice, doesn't it, boy?"

As Jimmy began jerking himself off using the depilatory cream as a lubricant, he got more and more lost in the erotic sensations of his hand-job and leaned back into my shoulders, his head laying back into the crook between my neck and shoulders. As he did so, I began to gently kiss his cheek and whisper sweet nothings in his ear as I brought my arms around his slim frame and began applying the last of the smelly cream on his arms, underarms, and then finally around his chest and stomach, smoothing and fondling his chest and nipples as if he had real breasts to caress. 

"That's it, Jenny girl," I whispered. "Go for it, girl. Be all that you can be. Imagine your tits are as big as mine, Jenny. Don't you wish you had tit's as big as mine? You know, Jenny, if you were a girl, you wouldn't have to try and compete against the boys anymore. You'd have to compete against the girls for the boys' favors. Just imagine being lucky enough to get a ten-inch cock to suck on or, even better, to get one like that shoved deep into your butt-hole like this!" 

At that I slammed my middle finger right up my brother's butt-hole, thrusting it in and out as if it were a cock, giving him the greatest pleasure possible. His knees buckled, and suddenly, he came.

"Aaahh! Ohh, sis, I never..." Jimmy moaned. "Gosh, that feels so good! I'm going to shoot! I'm coming! I'm coming so good!"

Suddenly struck by the entire erotic nature of the situation , I couldn't believe how wet I'd become at the notion of turning my brother Jimmy into a girl and not just how, in a singular swoop swoop of fate, I came up with the idea to do it to him but also how, with very little objection or resistance, Jimmy's simple-minded decision to so willingly allow me to feminize him to the nth degree possible now seemed to give me near complete mastery over the fate of my gullible brother's destiny. Thus, my mind was now turning over thousands of lewd, lurid, and quite vivid images as I envisioned untold paths my new sister could be made to walk, being as I was now in a position to force him to go wherever I chose to lead him, er, I mean her. Wild, unchecked visions of Jenny ran through my mind as I imagined, through the use of dildoes and vibrators, sharing her ass with the teammates, passing her around for sexual favors from one girl to another. Then, on some nights, letting their boyfriends get involved as well. These thoughts and more overwhelmed me so much that I reacted without thinking. Before I realized it, I had inserted a second finger into Jimmy's rear passageway and began thrusting both in and out several times. While I raped his butt-hole with my plunging fingers, Jimmy continued to smear his groin with the depilatory cream and jerk himself off with it until he came a second time. Oh god, I'm such a slut, I thought to myself, as I let these fantasies run through my imagination unchecked. Why am I thinking such thoughts? I really do love Jimmy, and he has always been such a nice brother. But damn, this is such a heady feeling, this sense of power that's overtaken me ever since I'd realized the control I now held over Jimmy. Well, I don't care, they're just fancy musings anyway. Nothing will ever come of them, not in real life anyway. Playing these games may be fun to fantasize about, but I would never really do that to my little brother, not for real, no matter how much fun it might seem to be. Still, I need to finish this little game I started with my little chickadee. The depilatory needs to be rinsed off soon anyway.

"So, Jenny," I whispered into Jimmy's ear as he slowly regained his strength. "How does it feel being treated like a girl? It's not all bad, is it? If you agree to wear the clothes like I asked, that is if you agree you look OK in them, we could have fun and games like this lots of times. Wouldn't you like that? Eh?"

"Jeez, Lori," Jimmy complained, rubbing his butt. "You just fucked me up the ass!"

"Yes? So?" I asked, a bit perplexed. "Don't try to tell me you didn't like it?"

"That's not the point, sis," Jimmy went on. "I'm not queer. I don't do things like that."

"I know that, Jenny," I said. "You didn't have your orgasm when I rammed my fingers up your butt because you're gay even if you one day might find out that you are. You had it because you're accepting your girlish state of mind, and are beginning to believe you should be a girl, for the sake of the team."

"Uh, um," Jimmy muttered, completely done in by his sister's twisted logic.

"Don't worry, little girl," I said. "I understand. You are not gay. You are just a horny little boy who will be dressing up like a girl -- a girl who likes a cock up her ass when she's not busy sucking every cock that's offered her and swallowing down all the hot, juicy come into her cute little tummy. See, I know you better than you think, right?"

"Uh, yeah sis," Jimmy said, still too confused to think straight. "I guess, I think."

"Now, Jenny," I said. "Let's get you in the shower and wash off the depilatory cream."

As the cream washed away, the hair went to the drain with the flow of water, leaving a completely hair-free Jimmy standing there. I toweled him dry, instructing him to pat himself down from now on so as not to aggravate his now hairless skin by rubbing it dry like he usually did. Jimmy's hair nearly came to his shoulders so I then feathered his bangs and curled them slightly with my curling iron to give him a quick girlish look. Then I plucked his eyebrows a bit until they were at least passable and applied some light makeup. Then I gave him one of the swimsuits Julie brought over and helped him put it on, again making sure he put his cock between his legs to give him a more feminine front. It was a simple one piece violet, spandex outfit, cut high on his butt and revealing a lot of cheek, but otherwise it was cute, in a traditional sort of way. I had some more, rather exotic and risqué outfits that I really wanted to get my new sister into, but felt that it was a bit too soon to take such a step. Best to start out slowly, I figured.

When I stood him up and turned him to face me, I was amazed and stared in open-mouthed wonder. As much as I thought it could be done, I still could not believe this was my little brother! He, no SHE, was adorable! Taking him to the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, I let him view his image for the first time.

"Well Jenny," I asked. "What do you think? 

"Gosh Lori," Jimmy gasped. "Is that really me? I look like someone I'd want to date!"

"That's the real you, girl," I said. So, are you convinced yet that you can pull this off? Do you want to give it a try now, for the good of the team and our school?"

"Gee, sis," He said. "If you can make me look this convincing all the time, then not only for the good of the team and the school, but for the experience and confidence I can get from doing this, I'll agree to go ahead and play for you guys. And not just this one game, but if you'll have me, I'd like to play until you guys get disqualified, or you win the whole kitten-caboodle!"

"Oh Jenny," I said, throwing my arms around my new sister in a grateful hug. "You don't know how happy you've made me today. Now let's go and tell everyone else the good news. Plus I'm sure they want to see how great you turned out!"

The rich violet outfit contrasted well with his sun-bleached blond hair, dark blue eyes and tanned skin coloring as together we walked back to the living room. Coming through the doorway, all three of the awaiting girls gasped in awe, jumping up to greet us.

"Welcome to the team, Jenny," Denise blurted out, while running her hands over the material of the suit where it hugged into the curves of Jimmy's body.

"Ditto, chickie," Julie added, pulling teasingly on his nipples. "You look better in my suit than I ever did. I'm jealous!"

"Don't listen to her, Jenny," Cindi said as she patted and caressed Jimmy's ass, pulling his suit even higher on his cheeks, causing Jimmy to wince slightly even as she managed to slide the band into his ass crack, thong-style. "She's just worried that you're going to take all her boyfriends away from her. But don't worry, we'll make sure there's plenty to go around, won't we girls?"

Jimmy couldn't help but blush at all the attention he was receiving from the girls. He had only just started developing an interest in the opposite sex in his senior year of high school, and had only had one girlfriend in his brief foray into the great unknown. They had only had one date which had not gone too well, as he had sexually peaked long before he'd wanted to. She had ridiculed him for his lack of sexual prowess and word soon spread until it was all over school. Thus it was a major reason why he decided to travel 3000 miles to go State, in California, the College his sister went to, in an attempt to make sure he was far enough away from any school his high school mates might choose.

Now, here he was being fondled, caressed, almost literally swooned over by a bunch of College girls, and some of them sophomores and juniors, all because he was dressed up like one of them. A guy could get used to this, Jimmy began thinking. All that wasted time and effort I went through trying to impress the girls back home with my masculine bravado. Now it seems all I ever had to do was put on some of their clothes and I could have had them eating out of my hand! Jeez, go figure! 

"OK girls," I announced. "Enough of this love fest. I think now that Jenny's here to stay, we should go out and celebrate her new found femininity while also celebrate her agreeing to play on our team. Who's up for pizza and a movie?"

All the girls agreed wholeheartedly to the notion of a night out on the town, but Jimmy balked a bit. It was one thing to dress up like a girl in their sorority, figuring to get back into his own clothes now and head back now to his own place, but to go out in public like one of the girls was way too scary, and he just wasn't ready for that.

"Uh, Lori," He said. "I figured I'd just head on back to my place now. I can come back tomorrow before the match to get ready..."

"Look Jenny," I told him, before he could get any further. "You're going to have to be seen in public eventually. We'll be playing our next tournament game tomorrow, and anyone just watching from the sidelines will see you playing there. Going out with us tonight, letting others see you as the petite, fragile feminine creature you have become, will give you the practice you need to learn how to act and walk like a girl and go a long ways to help you build confidence in your new persona, allowing you to feel stronger and less nervous in the pretty girly clothes you wear with each passing day. Besides, girl, from now on, you're a member of out Sorority. You're a Lambda Lambda Psi chick for the rest of your college days, honey." 

"Lori!" Jimmy replied shamefacedly. "You've gotta be kidding! I mean, well, I guess I really wasn't thinking everything through here. Yes, you're right in that I really do need the practice to get into the right frame of mind for this whole volleyball thing to work. I mean, OK, I can't just put a girl's bathing suit or dress on and leave it at that, expecting everything to fall into place, and "POOF" I'm a girl, or at least girl-like. I imagine I will still walk and talk like a boy and do other things like a boy that I'm going to have to hide or change in order to further develop my masquerade. OK, I'll go with you girls and do whatever you want me to in order to work on so that I might become as girlish as I need to so no one discovers I'm a boy in girl's clothes. But I can't just join your Sorority like that. There are rules and regulations. And just because you put me in girl's clothes doesn't negate the fact that I'm still a boy, and boy's just can't up and join sororities!"

"That's what I wanted to hear, girl," I said, giving my little brother a hug. "And about joining the Sorority? Don't worry about a thing, dearie. I have a friend in the Registrar's office who owes me a favor. Pretty soon nobody will ever remember you were ever a boy. Now, let's get you dressed for a night out with the girls."



Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 03



Below is part 3 of the continuing saga of "Jenny Plays with the Big Girls", the ongoing story of a college freshman, Jimmy, whose sister, Lori, a Junior at the same college, had talked him into playing on her sorority's volleyball team which was representing the college in the state finals. I want to thank all readers for their kind words and support for the previous 2 chapters and can only barely hope for the same for this and any upcoming chapters. I hope you enjoy the read here as you did the previous chapters.

*

After the decision was made to take Jimmy with me and the girls for a night out on the town, I brought him back into the bathroom to change his outfit and makeup accordingly. I looked through items I had dumped from the bag that Julie had brought. There was almost a complete wardrobe there. After removing the swimsuit, I had him put on a pair of panties, again tucking him back, a pair of nude pantyhose, a padded bra with foam inserts, a pink, floral sun-dress, and a pair of white 2-inch heels. There was also a pair of 3-inch heels, but I was sure Jimmy was not yet ready for those. I added a few more curls to his hair and a little heavier make-up to his face since we were going out for the evening. This gave his blue eyes a very alluring appeal. I gave him a girl's watch and matching necklace and bracelet, and finished off his new look by adding an old pair of Mother's clip-on earrings, thinking that later we may have to think about piercing his ears. When I was done, though, he definitely looked like one of the team as I walked him out the door to Julie's car.

As we drove, Jimmy was fully embarrassed at being out with the girls, dressed as one of them, especially as they fussed over him like mother hens over a new-born chick. They kissed his cheeks good-naturedly, plucking at the hem of his dress while constantly saying how proud they were of him for letting his feminine nature take over and letting the girl he was inside finally come out to play. By the time we arrived at the pizza parlor, Jimmy was almost convinced he was always meant to be a girl, and thus, should be proud to be a girl from now on. From this point on I suggested and everyone agreed, though Jimmy more reluctantly so, that in order for this plan to succeed, we should all start to refer to Jimmy as Jenny, even Jimmy himself, so that there would be no slip-ups or embarrassing moments down the line.

When we walked through the doors of the parlor, Cindi seized Jenny as the two of them and the rest of the girls grabbed a corner booth while I went on to the counter to order some drinks to start us off. Getting back to the booth, I sat next to Cindi after noticing that she had forced Jenny to sit on her lap while she and the others discussed the order they were about to place with the waitress who had just arrived after me.

"We'll have two medium pizzas," Cindi said, placing the order. "One with sausage and mushrooms, the other with pepperoni and extra sauce. And two orders of chewy bread sticks. We girls need to keep working our throat and oral muscles -- both on and off the field!" she added with a chuckle.

Giving the waitress and the table of us girls a broad wink at that last statement, all the girls laughed heartily at her comment while Jenny looked about confusedly, trying to figure out just what was so funny.

As we waited for the pizzas, Cindi picked up one of Jenny's hands and lay it down next to hers. "Hey girls," she noted. "What's wrong with this picture here?"

"Oh my goodness," I said. "How did I forget that?"

"What?" Jenny asked. "What are you girls talking about?"

"Your nails, dummy," I said. "All this work I did to make you perfect, and I can't believe I forgot to do your nails. I am such a dunce!"

"Yeah Lori," Cindi corrected. "And you also forgot her perfume, but not to worry. I just happen to have some of both that I think will match her outfit and smell real nice on her. Let's try it out, shall we?"

At that, Cindi removed some red nail polish from her purse that very closely matched his lipstick and, after filing his nails to a softer, more feminine look, started painting them with it. While waiting for them to dry, she sprayed him with some "Passion" perfume she kept in her purse, and then pronounced him completely Jenny.

When the order arrived, Cindi insisted on feeding Jenny herself, treating her the way a possessive boyfriend would his best girl, making sure everyone around was made aware that Jenny was her property. I could see Cindi's left hand moving beneath the tablecloth, mischievously teasing around Jenny's legs and crotch. Suddenly we all noticed Jenny jump with a squeal, and realized that Cindi had pinched her. Watching them, I gasped as I saw Cindi slide Jenny's hose and panties down to her ankles while she was still up in the air from the mischievous trick Cindi had pulled on her. 

Curious beyond words, I lifted a portion of the tablecloth near to myself so as to get a better look. There in shocking bemusement I watched as Cindi began jerking my little brother off with her hidden hand while feeding him a slice of pizza with her other. I could see that poor Jenny looked like she was ready to jump and run away the first chance she had to escape the humiliating treatment she was receiving at Cindi's hands. 

But as the scene played out, I realized she felt that if she tried such a thing, she would most likely trip and fall over the panties and hose that were hobbling her ankles, and that such a fall would most likely cause her dress to flip up and expose her nakedness, revealing to everybody that she was actually a boy dressed in girl's clothing, and thus show all that he, a boy, had allowed himself to be manhandled by a girl.

Therefore, as shameful as she might feel about her present situation, I knew then that Jenny would rather remain there, believing her humiliation, though embarrassing, was nonetheless unseen, than free herself from said humiliation by telling everyone what Cindi was doing to her. 

Therefore she forced herself to remain seated, while continuing to endure Cindi's caresses and tauntings. And the longer Jenny did so, I noticed, the more she finally seemed to accept and enjoy it as part of the rite of passage every girl must go through in order to become a fully blossomed woman. 

She seemed too far gone to complain by this point, and, remembering the fun I'd had with our little girl earlier today, I could barely suppress a giggle imagining what those creative fingers of Cindi's were doing to torment my little sister, as well as what thoughts and fantasies were running through my little sister's head, as well as Cindi's. 

When she finished a slice of pizza, Cindi brought a bread stick up to Jenny's lips while instructing her to relax her lips just a bit. Upon doing so, Cindi gently slid the stick into Jenny's mouth as far as she could before the gag reflex kicked in. Then she pulled it back slightly and from there began a gentle in and out movement, and I started listening closer to what was being said.

"Yes, girl, that's the way," Cindi was whispering to Jenny, though in a theatrical manner, loud enough for the rest of us to listen in. "Yeah bitch, that's right. You'll see. If little Jenny's going to pretend to be a girl for the team, then she's going to have to learn everything that will be asked of her because this is how the big girls play ball in the real world. And once you get this mouth action down just right, Jenny, then you'll be able to suck off all the boy's big, hard cocks and swallow down their juicy, baby-making come, and don't worry, I know a slut like you will just love it, because it tastes oh, so good." 

As Jenny got more and more into playing the role of sex slut for Cindi, I noticed that the other teammates started leaning closer and listening more intently to Cindi's description of the fun and games that lay ahead for my little sissy Jenny. I also noticed their breathing as well became faster and heavier, panting as though they were bitches in heat, ready to take their turn with my hapless brother, staring almost bug-eyed at the ensuing scene taking place. 

Then, almost as one, each girl began to slowly unbutton their blouses, rubbing and squeezing their bra-encased tits as they watched the scene unfolding before them. Then, as they got even more excited, they slipped their breasts from their bras and began openly fondling their bare tits into tortuous excitement, pulling and twisting their hardening nipples, moaning in lustful desire while imagining their new teammate sucking on some handsome stud's huge cock and then eagerly swallowing his man-seed down into her tummy. At that moment, Cindi lifted Jenny's dress up to her chin to reveal her bra-encased tits, and hooking it over his shoulders. 

Shocked at this even greater exposure of my feminized brother in such a public place, I began looking around the restaurant even more. Doing this I noticed other patrons and store employees, complete strangers to us, also watching this scene play out just as intently. Some guys, watching what was happening at our booth, had taken their cocks out and who had begun jerking themselves off because what was unfolding at our table had gotten them that excited. 

Some of the waitresses, having gotten so excited at both watching the proceedings at our table and also from having seen the other boys jerking off, got on their knees before these boys and took over sucking off their cocks. 

Other boys who had brought dates with them took their cocks out and forced their girlfriends to suck them off while they watched the goings-on at the corner booth. As for me, upon witnessing all this, I finally could take it no longer. I pulled up my skirt and pushed my hand down into my panties and curled my first two fingers into my cunt and began fingering myself while taking in the entire erotic scene going on around me. The sights, the sounds, the aromas -- everything, combined to throw me into such a state of high-pitched arousal as I'd never felt before. Suddenly, next to me, I heard my little Jenny cry out.

"Gaahhhd!" she cried shrilly. "That's it! Oh, oh, I'm coming, I coming so good!"

And as if a dam broke, there followed wails of ecstasy all around us, as boys and girls all around the pizza parlor finally capitulated in thunderous waves of sexual bliss. Soon afterwards, there was much heavy breathing and sighing, as dozens of half-naked boys and girls tried to get their breath and put themselves back in order.

As far as we girls were concerned, we agreed we'd had enough pizza and decided to head for the movie. After the girls put themselves back into their blouses and bras, we headed out. Cindi, however, was still in a playful mood and, slipping a still drained Jenny off her lap, removed her panties and hose completely and refused to give them back to her. We stood back to watch as Jenny, unable to run in her 2-inch heels, could only shyly lower her head in a shameful blush and mince slowly to the car, doing her best to carefully hold her dress down with both hands so as not to let any part of her nakedness be exposed. Everything went fine until we got to the car. Everybody held back getting in which caused Jenny to have to open the car door first. When she reached for the door handle, a gust of wind came up and whisked her dress up over her ass, exposing it to two boys who just happened to be walking by. Luckily, all they saw was her ass, and in passing, they gave her a loud wolf call and one of them slapped her ass soundly before she was able to slip safely inside.

"Oooh girl," Cindi teased, sliding in to her right. "I knew you'd be a willing slut once you learned the rules of the game, once we got you started. But I sure didn't know you'd turn into such an eager piece of tail. You go, girl! Yeah!"

"Yeah Jenny," I agreed with a giggle. "If you're going to be that brazen, I'm going to have to get you a couple packs of condoms to pass out -- at least until I can get you on the pill or something." 

"Aw girls," Jimmy moaned embarrassingly. "Cut it out now. I'm not going to be doing anything with any guys, and you know it! I wish you'd stop picking on me. And Cindi, I'd really like to have my panties back -- that was really embarrassing, what happened back there!"

"Aw," Cindi replied, unable to stop now that she seemed to know just what buttons to push to get Jenny going. She continued on, this time in a much more seductive tone,"Do you mean to say that my little girlfriend didn't get off on that little bit of foolishness we played out in the pizza parlor? Didn't my little girl come like gangbusters while I played with her pretty pussy there right in front of all those boys and girls while she imagined them laying her out in the middle of the floor and plugging her holes one after another while filling her up with all their baby-making juices? Are you trying to tell me that you didn't enjoy that fantasy just a little bit, as it ran through that girlish little head of yours? Cause I could have sworn I saw you come all over yourself. And not just me, but the rest of your teammates sat right there with me and watched the whole megillah of your induction into girlhood while playing with their pussies and coming off at the same time. 

Girl, you may have been a boy at one time, but since you put those girly clothes on, you have become all woman to us. And I have a sneaking suspicion if you keep them on much longer, which you'll have to do in order to play out the volleyball tournament, you're probably going to end up growing tits and a real pussy before we finish with you."

This time, without even a touch or caress, using only her words as erotic nuances, I noticed Cindi had Jenny caught, spellbound almost, in the web of sensuous, carnal delights she was weaving for Jenny as she described in detail the acts he, as Jimmy, had already performed this night while dressed as Jenny, and then spoke of her girlish reactions to the words and images she had earlier planted in her mind while making her think how nice it would be to have sex with another boy, again, while dressed as Jenny. As she related these details again to her, Jenny's eyes seemed to glaze over as if in a trance, while her head fell back onto Cindi's shoulder, her breathing coming in soft, panting breaths.

"That's it, missy," Cindi said, hugging her closer. "You just lean back there and think of all those big, handsome men who are soon going to be coming your way. Once they see how important you are to the team, why they're gonna be breaking down the door just to get to see you and know you better. And once you let them through that door, you'll be letting them into those luscious lips of yours and, if you're really nice to them, they'll even want to plow into that sweet chocolate highway you've been saving for that special someone."

"Oh, oh Cindi, stop, please stop," Jenny moaned helplessly.

"Now girl, I want you to do me a favor," Cindi said. "Here, I'm gonna raise your dress up, like this. Yeah. Aw heck, why don't we just take it off altogether, yeah, like that. Now, I want you to put your hands on your little clittie, like that, yeah. Now, imagine I'm that handsome stud you've been thinking about so much lately. Yeah, that's right. Now, I want you to start jerkin' off to me. Yeah, now think about all the stuff I'm about to do to you, all the fuckin' and suckin' that you've been dreaming of getting done to that sweet, sexy body all your life. Yeah, that's right. Yeah, good, good."

As Cindi spoke and stripped our little Jenny, we decided to pull over and watch once again the events unfolding before us. Again we were mesmerized as our Jenny sat there in the back seat, naked, except for her padded bra, and, in an almost hypnotic state, obey the commands given her. Soon she was jerking herself off as naturally as if she'd done it in front of us hundreds of times before. Before long, we saw her do a quick jerk and then, after a sudden spasm, she spurted her seed high into the air, which fell back onto her groin and into her palm. But as her cum wads slowed to a halt and pooled into her hand, Cindi took her cum-filled hand and brought it up to Jenny's lips, forcing her to lick and swallow it down.

"There you go, you pretty little cum slut," she said. "Now you're on your way to being a natural cock-sucker. Now you're ready to join the ranks of the big girls, the real girls. Like I said earlier, tastes good, don't it?"

"Mmmm, yeah, Cindi. You're right. Tastes great," Jenny said, slowly coming to. Then realizing what he'd just done and said, he gasped, "Uck! Cindi! What did you just make me do? I can't believe you just did that, that you just made me do that!! Gosh, you girls are mean! I don't think I want to help you out anymore! And give me my clothes back, darn it all!"

"Go ahead, Cindi, give him his dress back," I said, unable to suppress a giggle at my little brother's discomfort. "He's definitely earned it -- in more ways than one!"

All the girls got a big laugh out of that, while Jimmy turned red as a beet but said nothing as he wanted only to get his nakedness covered up as quickly as possible.

"As for not playing on the team, Jenny," I told him. "I think you might want to reconsider that decision."

At that I held out my cell phone and showed him some of the pictures I'd taken of him over the past couple of hours.

"Jimmy," I said. "I not only have pictures of you letting me turn you into a girl, most of us have pictures on our phones or digital cameras of you in the pizza parlor or just now in the car showing the ecstasy you felt being pleasured in your girlish clothes. If you don't agree to help us with our team, we'll put these pictures up on the bulletin board at school and in the next issue of the college paper and ruin your ass. Your choice, honey. Stay as my sister and our teammate for awhile longer and we'll keep your secret, or become the sissy-boy of the college and your ass will be grass. What do you say?"

"Oh Lori, why?" Jenny moaned in abject misery. "What did I ever do to you to deserve this?"

"Listen Jenny," I told him. "Stop complaining so much about all this, will you? Look, just learn to take it all in stride, OK? Pretend all that you have been through has been a little hazing for the new girl. An initiation period that all newbies go through when they first join the team and the Sorority. I went through a period of hazing much the same as you my freshman year, as did Cindi and Laurie. It's all part of college life and it will be over before you know it."

"But Lori," Jimmy started.

"Jenny, Jenny, Jenny," I interrupted. "If you had gotten onto the boy's volleyball team or into one of their fraternities, you know they would have hazed you some before you were first allowed in, right? I can't remember which one it is, but there's one who uses an old canoe paddle they have hanging on their wall they bring out and give plebes enough swats with it to redden your ass for a week just to be sure you were man enough to make it on their team, or in their house. I've heard lots of stories of guys who dropped out after getting 50 swats with that mother. You should thank your lucky stars we don't go that far. 

Besides, Jimmy, I kind of like the way you fill out and fit into your new role as my little sister and teammate, Jenny, we all do. And we'd like to see you stick around awhile, even after volleyball season is over. I don't want to have to force you to stick around -- in fact, I'd like to throw these pictures away. And I will, I promise, if you'll just be willing to stay on our team and be our little girl for awhile longer and let us play around with you once in a while. Come on Jenny, you didn't dislike everything that was done to you, did you? Admit it, now. You did like some of the things that happened, right? Maybe they were just a bit surprising to you? Didn't see them coming, did you, and wham! When they did, you were maybe just a bit overwhelmed with girlish sensations. All of them good, nice even, right? Just unfamiliar and strange, right?"  "Well gee, Lori," Jenny said hesitatingly. "I really like to play volleyball. And, uh, well, I guess I could eventually get used to...to wearing these girlish things, as long as no one teases me, or anything. But you gotta promise this hazing crap's gotta stop soon. It's just too embarrassing."




Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 03



"Yes dear," I said consolingly, crossing my fingers behind my back. "If you agree to be on our team and join in on our games, then we'll agree to get rid of the pictures we took and ease up on the hazing. And Jenny, I can assure you, that accepting your lot as a sweet, demure girly-boy is a good first step for you. And what will help you most to do that is to put aside your macho pride about your manhood, your maleness. You must start to think of yourself as a soft, delicate flower, ready to blossom forth into a new life. Forget about your old, rough and tumble ways. Also, you should adjust your class schedule for next year accordingly. Take home economic and secretarial courses, or maybe fashion design."

"Really sis," Jimmy asked. "Do you think that would help?"

"Most definitely, my little sissy," I replied. "It's the best course of action for you to take."

"OK, sis," Jimmy said. "If you really want me, I'll join your team with no more grumbling and be darned proud to. Everybody here is swell and have treated me square, well, except for the hazing I've gone through tonight. But since that's passed now and we've all started anew, well, like I said, I'm on board now. So, now that we've agreed on that, can I have my panties back now?" 

"We'll give them back after the movie," Cindi said with a chuckle.

At that, Cindi told Julie to quickly pull over. Julie did as she was asked and Cindi hopped out of the car and ran into an Adult Book store. After some questioning looks between the girls in the car and ten minutes had passed, Cindi came running out and hopped back into the car, a rather full bag in her hands. 

"What's up, Cindi," Julie asked. 

"Yeah girl," Denise added. "What did you need to stop here for?"

"Oh, just decided to get us an after movie movie," Cindi replied, and then added with a giggle, "That and some other things I thought we might use to spice up our night."



Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 04



This is my 4th installment of the story "Jenny Plays with the Big Girls". Again, I want to thank everyone for their kind words of support and wishes for continuation. This chapter is a bit more messy than previous ones, arriving finally as we have at the golden shower scene. I must warn you that if you are turned off by this kind of literature, that you probably should not read further. For fans of my work who are not fans of golden showers, I can promise that this is the only chapter with said topic included in it. And there are still many more chapters to come. Otherwise, I do hope you please enjoy the read.




"Ah, good. We're here now," Julie said, as we pulled into the theater complex. "Anybody decide what flick we're going to see?"

"Yes," I answered. "Since this is Jenny's night, we're going to see a western that's playing here. Jenny just loves westerns, don't you dear?"

"Oh yeah, gee thanks Lori," Jenny answered excitedly. "I do, I really do. Which one are we going to see, huh?"

"It's a surprise, honey," I said. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll love it. I'm sure we all will."

I told everyone to buy the candy and popcorn while I paid for the tickets and we all hustled into the cineplex as quickly as we could so Jenny couldn't see the marquees outside the doorway and note the title of the film. Once inside, I decided we should sit in the "cheap seats", up in the balcony, for a little more privacy, away from prying eyes. I wanted this in case we wanted to provide our new girl a little more action than the movie decided to offer us. Once up there, I noticed that, although not totally alone (there were about six or seven other couples there desiring the same privacy we sought), it was at least not as crowded as the 75-100 patrons below us had we chosen to sit there. 

When we were all seated, Cindi went to the ladies room just as the lights were dimming and the previews for upcoming movies were starting. Five minutes later she returned and again insisted that Jenny sit on her lap. Not wanting to make a scene nor in any way be the reason why the odd-numbered couples around us or the 75-100 people below us should suddenly turn their heads to look around or up and see a femininely dressed boy arguing with a group of girls over seating arrangements, Jenny reluctantly agreed. When he finally sat down though, he received two shocking jolts. 

The first and greater of the two shocks was that upon sitting his still naked bottom on Cindi's lap his butt-hole was suddenly speared by a huge plastic lubricated dildo that Cindi had apparently strapped onto her waist while she'd been in the ladies room moments before – the dildo she no doubt picked up at the Adult book store where she'd had Denise stop earlier this evening. 

The second shock he received was when he noticed the western they were going to watch that was just starting up was Brokeback Mountain, the one western he'd sworn to me he would never see because of all the gratuitous male-male sex involved. Jimmy thought that made the entire movie obscene and completely worthless as a western genre film.

I noticed Jenny squirming uncomfortably in Cindi's lap and assumed something was up, though was completely unaware of precisely what trick Cindi had pulled this time on my hapless sister. Therefore, I thought I'd make her life a bit more worrisome by playfully teasing her.

"Anything wrong there, Jenny?" I asked. "You're not looking too good."

"Uh, um, no, no sis, nothing's...ugh! Wrong." Jenny gasped. "But...ugh, um! Brokeback Mountain? You know I...ugh, hate this film, Lori, ugh! Those guys, ugh, screwing, ugh, all the time, ugh. It's, ugh, gross!"

"Well maybe you're right, Jenny," I said, giggling as I watched Cindi bouncing Jenny on her lap, suddenly realizing just what she might be up to, though I found out later the implement I thought was being thrust into poor Jenny's butt was not what Cindi was using at all. "I just thought that maybe in your new frame of mind and style of dress, you might watch the movie from a different perspective tonight, and get a girl's view of the film instead of a boy's view. We gal's like seeing two guys humping each others bones. It really turns us on. See if it does you, Jenny."

Not really expecting an answer, I turned my attention back to the movie after that conversation to give the two a tiny bit of privacy. Twenty minutes later I couldn't take it any more as the movements next to me were getting more and more exaggerated and out of control. Again looking over I noticed Jenny's eyes crossing and glassing over while I saw that her hand had slipped under her dress and once again had begun stroking her cock. 

Even more wild was what I saw Cindi additionally doing to Jenny. Instead of feeding her the popcorn or candy the girls had bought earlier, she was forcing her to suck on a six-inch dildo, thrusting it in and out of her mouth as she whispered endearing comments about those cowboy studs making out on the movie screen below us. Just the sight of Cindi taking Jenny like this, raping her two holes at the same time while making her jerk herself off, really blew my mind. I just had to get in on this too. 

This time I reached over and slowly pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist so I could watch her hand action and when I did this I suddenly noticed Jenny's hips being punched up into the air at regular intervals, realizing only then that my little sister was getting herself royally screwed, just like the fella on the screen was at the campsite. And not with a finger, as I'd first assumed, because Cindi's hands were busy elsewhere. Cindi, seeing my look of surprise when I was watching them, winked at me and mouthed the words, 'strap-on', confirming what I had begun to assume, that Cindi had purchased a second dildo with a strap-on harness and was using it to screw my feminized little sissy up her sweet, once virgin ass. 

Boy oh boy, I thought, nearly losing it, but catching myself before I began laughing too hard. That Cindi really went hog wild back at that book store. I wonder what else she picked up there. Then I whispered down the line to the other girls, telling them what was going on between Cindi and little Jenny. In order to get in on the action, each of us, one by one, got up, deciding to go to the ladies room and, even though we were closer to the aisle on the other side, we purposely walked out the other way, allowing us to walk by and pause in front of a totally embarrassed and exposed Jenny who, while continuing to suck fervently on the one dildo, was also getting noticeably and royally humped by a proud and smug Cindi. All the while we stared down at her, a totally embarrassed Jenny never stopped jerking herself off or sucking on the six inch dildo.

When Denise, who was the last of us exiting the row of seats, filed by, she knelt down and, looking Jenny right in the eye, winked, and said, "Now girl, let's not hear any more about you not wanting to play with the boys. After tonight we all know what a hot, randy slut you really are." Then, looking up at the rest of us, she winked and added, "Don't we girls?" 

All Jenny could do was lower his mascara-covered lids in blushing shame after a resounding theatrically spoken YES! and "You go, girl!" from the rest of us, while she continued sucking and fucking on her twin dildoes and jerking herself off. 

Then Denise stood up and began to leave with the rest of us. As she did so, however, she mischievously grabbed the hem of the unsuspecting boy's dress and slipped it up over her head, and continuing to stare down at the humiliated girly-boy, said, "You don't mind if I borrow these for a minute, do you dearie?" 

With that she removed the last remaining item of clothing our little Jenny was wearing, the bra and foam inserts. Once removed, Denise fled with it and joined the rest of us giggling girls as we stopped to watch Jenny, who was now totally naked and exposed to any and all of the six or seven couples' prying eyes who couldn't help but look over to see what all the commotion was about when they heard the group of us girls suddenly get up and leave as one, en masse. 

Seeing the sudden stripping of the pretty boy immediately caught their eyes and they all forgot about the movie and left their seats to move closer to the action going on in the seats close to them. As they neared the naked boy sitting on the lap of a fully dressed girl – a boy whom they had at first thought was a girl - the 14 patrons suddenly realized it wasn't a girl at all, but was a boy who had been made up to look like a girl and that she – no, he - was being screwed and forced to suck on a dildo by the girl on whose lap he was sitting. Not only that, he was jerking off, as well.

"My god!" one of the girls said. "Did you ever see such a thing? I mean, she's a he, and he's getting himself screwed like the cowboy in the movie!"

"Yeah, but it's a girl doing the screwing! Hot damn!" her boyfriend replied. "Are we sure he's really a guy? I mean, wasn't he wearing a dress when he came in here? Maybe he's one of those, you know, transsexuals, or something. Just hasn't had the operation yet."

"I don't know, maybe," another boy added. "Whatever he or she is, it sure looks like a sweet set-up. I sure wish I could get in on a sweet deal like that. Looks like the best of both worlds."

"Look guys," Cindi spoke suddenly. "If all you're going to do is stand there and jabber, I'd rather listen to the movie, if you don't mind. But, if you'd like to join in the fun and help me lay this bitch out for some fun and games, well then, come on over and give me a hand. The more the merrier, I always say. Besides, pulling a train has been one of this bitch's biggest fantasies."

"And girls, while your boyfriends are busy with our little Jenny," I intervened so as not to leave their girlfriends wondering at such a sight or getting too angry at such an invitation, added, "Would you like to join me and my friends for a little tete-a-tete, say, in the girls room?"

With no need for a second offering, both the boys and the girls made an immediate rush for whichever invitation was offered them, the girls running off to the Ladies Room with Lori, Julie, Denise and me, the boys eagerly rushing up to the coupled pair, Cindi and Jenny, eager to get their hands and cocks on and in the girly boy's body. Cindi felt the naked Jenny immediately tense up at the approaching hoard of wild barbarians, and knew she was about to run if something wasn't done and done quickly.

"Hold up, boys. Hold up," Cindi cried out in an effort to avoid the two of them getting trampled on. "Let's be a little more organized about this. We're not going anywhere now, so there's no need to rush here. First, let me get up and place our little darling over the back of my chair, like this. That's right. Now you, yes you, take my spot here and plug her butt while it's still nice and juicy. You there come around here and let her suck on your nice, juicy dick from the front here. OK, you both lodged inside her? Then go to it. Have at her. Now, you two guys get on either side of her. Good. Grab her hands then and wrap her fingers around your cocks. Yeah, that's good. OK, Jenny, start wanking those juicy cocks off, real nice now honey, just like you were doing your own. Yeah, you've got it, slut. You're doing great. Keep it up, just like that."

"Mmmph," Jenny grunted around the cock eagerly thrusting in and out of her mouth as the cock in her ass continued its deep thrusts. Everything that had happened to her since she arrived at the theater tonight had combined to so overwhelm her perception of right and wrong that she was on total sensory overload now and could only go where she was led, only do what she was told, paying attention only to the commands given. She no longer worried about the embarrassment or humiliation that she would normally have felt because of what was happening to her. All she felt now was the pleasure it was bringing her, because it all felt so good. Everything that was done to her now was so exciting, she simply wanted more of it, and would have asked for it if her mouth hadn't been so full of that tasty, tangy, super-sized cock that she couldn't get enough of.

"Oh man, this is one hot, foxy mother," said Rob, the boy screwing Jenny's ass. "This is the first time someone's let me fuck them up their butt, but believe you me, after seeing how good it feels, it ain't gonna be the last time I visit this little orifice. God, I love it back here!"

"Man, you're right about this bitch, Rob," Tony said. "Her mouth is as sweet as a vacuum cleaner. Nice and tight and pulling the cum right up from my balls just as if she's nursing on it like a little baby looking for its first drink of milk. Man oh man oh man, here it comes. Yeah bitch, I'm shooting my wad! Drink it down, baby, drink it all down."

Jenny swallowed everything Tony had to offer, even looking for more once the boy was drained of all his come. Finally, when there was no more to be had, Tony pulled his shrriveled cock from her lips in sheer delight over having received the best blow-job ever, and for free, to boot.

"Thanks, bitch," he said. "I was sorely needing that."

Once Jenny had finally swallowed all Tony's come and recuperated from the blow-job she had been forced to give, she suddenly realized she was still being fucked by Rob and that her hands were still occupied with two of the other cocks. With her mouth now free however, she began giving vent to the feelings again starting to build up inside her.

"Oh yes, you bastard!" she shouted. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me as hard as you can! Damn you, rip me a new asshole!" 

"Wow, bitch," Rob said, slapping Jenny hard on her ass. "Man, you're a hot slut once you get a fire lit under you, ain't ya?"

"You bet she is," Cindi said, chortling with glee as she watched the proceedings take place, at the same time seeing Jenny's true colors finally come to light. "Me and the girls taught her everything she knows, but it looks like she's caught on to some new tricks she could even teach us now."

"Well I'll tell you this, honey," Rob said. "She is good, real good. Cause I'm just about ready to shoot my wad up her tight ass. In fact, here it comes now, bitch. I'm unloading now. Ugh, uhhh, I'm coming, you motherfucking whore, oh yeeesssss!"

"Me too, you bastard," Jenny shouted. "I'm coming so good, god it feels great!"

Slowly, Rob finally stopped pumping his cock in and out of Jenny's ass until he finally withdrew it with a lurid "plop". Jenny continued pumping away at the two remaining cocks held in her hands. Suddenly there was another shout from Cindi.

"Come in her face, boys! I want to see you cum all over her!" she grunted at Ray and Sam, the other two boys. "Take your cocks from her hands, turn her over and spray her with jizz! Cover her in cum! I tell you, the little bitch will love it!"

At first the men were slow to react. They were all caught up in their private fucking worlds. So it was up to Jenny. And as much as she had enjoyed the gang-bang she'd been through, she was as curious as Cindi to see their cum burst free like rain showers all over her body. She rolled over and sat down on the seat, then tugged herself forward. She squirmed into the chair, then leaned back. She reached for the straining cocks eagerly.

Both Sam and Ray were still in a daze. They knelt helplessly on the seats to either side of Jenny, their huge glistening cocks jutting up to the ceiling like raised arms. Almost by instinct, they scrunched to either side of Jenny's head, letting her grip their cocks in her fists. She tugged them closer to her, yanking on their cocks till the bloated shafts cast shadows over her face. Each of the guys took this opportunity to start squeezing and pinching Jenny's nipples, pulling them out from her chest as far as they would go, and then releasing them, only to repeat the process time and again.

Neither Cindi or Jenny would have thought that that that area of Jenny's body would have been so particularly erogenous, but the effect of those boys' hands on her tits was amazing and caused Jenny to go ballistic. At this point, she was putty in their hands, and judging by the leering smiles everyone was giving the other, they all knew it.

Suddenly, Jenny began wildly jerking them off, her fingers tugging expertly, and with a vengeance. She was determined, and eager, to see them shoot their wads. She truly wanted wads of hot jizz in her face.

"Yeah, pull on them like that! Jerk 'em off all over your face!" Cindi ordered, addressing Jenny for the first time in a while."Tug on those cocks! Jerk on 'em good!"

For the sixth or seventh time since she'd known her, Jenny wondered again how Lori had ever gotten hooked up with Cindi. She was so crude and vulgar, and at times seemed to almost speak like a truck driver. And her tastes in sex, well, they were not what you would call average, though in the short length of time since she'd known her, Jenny had come to wonder about her own tastes in this area as well. She was truly coming to enjoy what Cindi was putting her through.

These thoughts, while causing Jenny to begin to think twice about her current dilemma, were as quickly erased from her mind as they'd first appeared. For now she was again concentrating one hundred percent on the twitching cocks threatening to douse her femininely made-up face once again. They were as hard as steel in her fists, while at the same time curiously soft as putty...massive, swollen, ugly things whose beauty lie in the blue veins which pulsed rhythmically in Jenny's hands, causing them to almost seem alive to the poor, overwhelmed girly-boy. The cock heads had by now ballooned way out of proportion and they appeared ready to explode at any second.

"Son of a bitch! Oh fuck!" Sam croaked at last.

At that he heaved out his belly at her as his cock began to spurt. Jenny's eyes remained glued to his cock head. Knowing what was coming, she held her mouth open and stuck out her tongue, waiting for his burst of jism, having come to relish the flavor of the male juices by this point.

His first jet of spunk shot straight between her gaping lips, hitting her pink outstretched tongue and bouncing back into the depths of her mouth before she could react. She swallowed deeply, gulping down a thick glob of jizz. The rest swilled about her mouth and coated her tongue. Cum squished between her teeth like glue.

"Ohhhhffff! Ohhhhmmmm!" she gasped, smacking her lips to the taste of the fat wad of cum. A blob of white hung off the corner of her mouth.

A second quivering jet of spunk shot from Sam's cock. It hit her mouth and since Jenny had her lips closed, it scattered in all directions like hot grease. Two loops of cum shot up her cheeks, while two more spun off down her chin. Lines of silver spread out from her mouth like spokes from the hub of a wheel.

"In her face, like that!" Cindi praised. "Yeah, spurt it in her face like that!" 

A monstrous streamer of silver cum spurted from Sam's cock and fountained up Jenny's face. It was huge, nearly three feet long, and it spun in the air before splattering the length of her face down to her belly. It ended up coiled across her features like a small snake, draping from her chest up into her hair with many twists and turns between.

Jenny had had her mouth open again, ready to suck in more sizzling juice, and some of this last jet did slither between her gaping lips. But most of it just lay across her face weirdly, curving from her neck over her chin and mouth before riding up the side of her nose. It slithered between her eyes and drifted across her forehead, the rest of it hanging in her hair like some weird ornament.

There was a gasp and a grunt from Sam and he was done. Meanwhile Ray's cock started spewing, lobbing wads of spunk across Jenny's face. 




Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 04



"Oh shit! Yeah bitch, take it! Take my cum! Oh, oh yeaaaahhh!"

Then he stepped back and fired the rest out in regular shots, straight onto her naked chest and groin, covering Jenny's entire body in white drippings of come.

Finished with their orgasms, the boys now stepped up to Jenny and, using their soft cocks as paintbrushes, began to smear their come all over her face, sealing her eyes shut with the sticky, gooey mix, and generally making an even worse mess out of it, if that was possible.

Then the boys just stepped back to examine their handiwork. Jenny was so overwhelmed by this point that she was completely unaware of the picture she presented, but that mattered not to these boys, because each of the four boys and even Cindi immediately had their cell phones or digital cameras out snapping picture after picture of the poor hapless girly-boy, her open mouth dripping long, drooling strings of come that snapped off and fell upon and pooled at the head of her still-exposed cock and balls. 

Then, as if to bring life once more to this dying party, Cindi once more spoke up:

"Well people," she said. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not bringing this slut home all filthy like this. She's gotta be hosed down, for sure. Anybody need to pee?"

Suddenly the room was alive with vibrant, crackling electricity once again, the emotive feelings of expectant energy surging through the loins of both the tired, weary boys who, still in their nakedness, remained standing before the cum-stained Jenny. Through the hazy fog of their collective consciousness, they seemed to be hearing that Cindi was offering them a chance to return to the festivities table for one more round of fun at Jenny's expense. 

"Go on boys," Cindi continued. "I'm sure you have quite a load to let go of, after all that jizz you shot. Don't worry about little Jenny here. Right now she's so out of it she won't know what hit her until you're half-way through, and by then I'll bet she'll be loving it, because that's just the kind of slut she is. Besides, like I said, she needs a bath. We're not taking her home in that filthy state!"

Slowly, one by one, as if finally understanding that it would be OK to do this, each of the boys returned to stand close before Jenny, closing in around her as tightly as possible without getting so close that their piss streams would splatter each other. Jenny's mind began to clear as the girly-boy observed the approaching boys and she was finally able to realize something new was up. Still seated in the cushioned chair, the approaching four cocks were again at face level to her and, being so, she suddenly had the feeling they were going to make her suck their cocks again. Her mouth began to water as she started getting those tingly feelings of sexual pleasure running all throughout her body once again. 

Looking from one cock to another, she started wondering why, if she was getting excited, none of them were hard yet. Then she figured they just wanted her to suck on them to make them hard first, assuming they wouldn't just be coming in her mouth, but would be using the cocks she made hard elsewhere in and on her body, like in her sexy, sluttish ass. She started to move her head toward one of the cocks when she suddenly noticed a few droplets of piss coming from one of them and then some from another of them. With a groan, she realized just what they really wanted to do to her and she sank back into her chair and looked on helplessly.

"Oh shit!" she said, and then froze, stone cold, her eyes held spellbound in disbelief at what was beginning to happen. 

"You ain't got no choice, bitch," Ray, standing to her left, said with a laugh. "Your girlfriend says you need this done to you, so take it like the slut we know you are. Come on, it's gonna be fun."

Jenny shuddered at his warning, her naked legs shivering against the cushioned seat as she felt the first touch of his yellowish stream falling on her cock. Other droplets hit her ankles and lower legs, slowly moving up to her thighs, beginning to soak through to the cushion beneath her. Jenny tried moving out of the chair, but the boys moved in closer around her and she was hit in the face with another yellowish stream from Sam, standing just before her. The spray hit her right in the eyes and the force of it knocked Jenny right back into the seat she had tried to vacate. 

With a groan of disgust and defeat, Jenny sank back into the chair, her feet sliding on the smelly, piss-slicked floor, her body being covered now with the slimy, yellow fluid. By now all four of the boys had started pissing on the poor hapless girly-boy, washing off the cum that had started to dry to a crust on her naked skin. 

"Man oh man," Sam said, watching his piss rain down upon this little slut. "This is really something. I thought coming all over the bitch was a hoot, but this...this has that beat in spades!"

Jenny raised her arms to cover her face, biting her fingers to help ease the revulsion she felt. Ray's piss spilled up into her navel, then onto her breasts, causing her nipples to tingle considerably, making Jenny shudder in wonderment. The urine filled her navel, spilling down onto her hairless groin and collecting in a pool at her cock and balls, which also caused her cock to rise into a hard and rigid spear, again giving Jenny cause to question her sanity. Could she really be finding pleasure in this miserable torment being thrust upon him? It almost seemed so, at least if she was to listen to her body's responses.

While these thoughts were running through her mind, Rob began to move his stream up and down Jenny's body, at first soaking her increasingly tingling and hardening nipples, then moving down to spray directly onto Jenny's exposed cock-head. . 

"Hey guys, look at how hard her clit is getting," Rob pointed out to the others around him. "I tell ya, she's really getting into this shit!" 

"Hey, you're right man! She is, you can tell! She's really gettin' into it," Tony said. "Look at her nipples, how hard and pointy they are. Yeah, she's really diggin' gettin' pissed on!"

"No, no, you're wrong," Jenny cried out. "You have to be wrong!"

"Shut up, bitch," Ray said. "You know you're showin' all of us just what kind of slut you are!"

Suddenly Rob and Ray moved to stand side by side facing Jenny, standing back from her just a bit. Jenny knew immediately what was going to happen. Suddenly both boys began to piss on her, Rob on her constantly tingling nipples, Ray on her ever hardening clitoris. Feeling the pleasurable warmth of the pee striking and splashing off the most sensitive areas of her body, Jenny closed her eyes again, taking deep breaths. 

No, no, this couldn't be happening. All of it just had to be a terrible nightmare. But no, it was there, a true and real excitement actually growing and building to such a fever pitch that Jenny knew, try as she might, that she was on the verge of the biggest orgasm of her very short life. Oh God, she thought. This can't happen. The humiliation will be so great. I've got to stop it now! 

Then it seemed as if it might be over. Rob had finally run out of pee, and as most of the others had run dry and were unable to continue to piss onto the hapless girl, they were content now to sit back and watch as Ray concluded the night's festivities, deciding to watch with interest as Jenny waited for more horror to befall her. 

Ray then moved his stream and shot the remainder of his piss up over Jenny's shoulders, then back down her chest, to her nipples, and finally to her groin. Then it happened. Jenny at first felt as though she were drowning in the filth. Then she suddenly felt something that took her breath away. Without even touching it, her hardened clit started twitching and jerking, again and again – quite pleasurably though! 

Still not understanding at all why, Jenny was finding herself suddenly turned on to the filth and depravity of this situation, as if she liked it and wanted even moreso to be pissed on by these fellows. And as that thought passed fleetingly through her mind, Jenny began pinching and twisting her nipples, adding pain to the repulsive treatment she'd been subjected to and had come to finally love and enjoy, that pain only enhancing and overwhelming the pleasure she was feeling. 

Suddenly she looked down and watched as a load of come shot from her clit, at least eight inches into the air, landing on her belly, the only visible spot of white on the otherwise yellow piss-stained skin of the young girly-boy's body. After that, she shot three more streams that merely poured out of her now softening clit which drooled down and pooled into her hairless groin.

"The little slut came," Tony said. "Can you believe it, man? We use her like a toilet, and the bitch came"

"I told you so, didn't I," Cindi crowed. "Didn't I say the slut would be loving it by the time you were finished with her? Yeah man, she's a bottomless pit, I tell you. And right now she's in her element. But, she's had enough for one night. It's time we got her back home to bed to rest up. Our little Jenny's going to be a busy little slut for a long time to come now, so she needs her beauty rest, don't you my pretty one?"

"Oh, uh, um" Jenny mumbled incoherently. "Oh Cindi, what have you done to me?"

"Nothing much, Jenny," Cindi said. "Just made you realize what you're really capable of doing with your life, once you put your mind and body into it. Now come on and help me get yourself up. We gotta get the rest of our teammates and get on home. It's getting late. Don't forget, we've got a game tomorrow."

Just as Cindi was helping Jenny to her feet, the other girls started coming out of the Ladies room, all looking quite exhausted and disheveled. The girlfriends met up with their equally drained boyfriends who all practically limped out of the theater together, no longer interested in even attempting to feign an interest in the remainder of the movie or the desire to make-out with one another while there. Once my teammates and I reached Cindi and Jenny, we were shocked at the sight we beheld. 

"Hell, Cindi," I said. "What the hell happened here, and what the fuck did you do to Jenny? She's wasted! She'll never be able to recuperate enough to play for us by tomorrow! Damn, it looks like she pulled a train, which, I guess, she actually did, knowing how your mind works – that and more, from what I can smell. Jeez! And look at the seats and the floor around her. God, woman, you trashed the place, and you should know better! Well, damn it all! Everybody here is responsible for this, yes everyone! Come on, that means all you guys. 

"This is what I figure: Girls, face it. We are responsible for this mess and if its one thing we are not, its freeloaders. We have never passed the buck onto anybody yet and I, for one, am not about to start now. I think a thousand dollars is compensation enough for the damage done here tonight. I feel comfortable contributing $200, Denise and Julie, fork over $100 each, Cindi, as the instigator of this entire affair, you're going to fork over $600, and don't give me any lip – I know you've got it! Now, what we'll do is this.

"Tonight, on the way home, we'll stop at the bank and each take out the amount of money needed to add into this little hush fund. Then tomorrow, after the game, I'll come back here, buy a ticket for a show. Instead of seeing the show, I'll take the money in an envelop and slide it under the manager's door and then leave right away. I'll write "FOR BALCONY REPAIRS" on the outside so he'll have some idea why this wad of cash has suddenly appeared in his office. And that will at least show that we desire to shoulder some of the responsibility for what went on here tonight. It's not the ideal solution, but then there were others involved who aren't fessing up to it at all, so we can take some pride in knowing that, at least. 

"Now, let's get the hell out of here before we're discovered at the scene of the crime, as it were, and also get home to bed to get some much needed sleep for our match tomorrow. Hopefully Jenny will get enough sleep and rest after this ordeal to allow her to be ready to play tomorrow. As she is now, there's nothing we can do about that except get her home, cleaned up and put to bed. Since this was your doing Cindi, you can haul Jenny into the car. It will do you some good if a little of her piss rubs off on you. Come on, girls, we've all had enough fun for one night. Time to hit the sack and get ready for tomorrow's game."



Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 05



Well, that was one fine mess we got our Jenny out of that last story, wasn't it? Whew! This story is a lot calmer and yet a promise of more to come. I again want to thank all supporters and interested ones who have urged me to continue this tale of our Jenny to see what will happen to her in the end of her journey through this unfortunate (?) web in which she has found herself caught up. I hope you enjoy the read as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

*

Once we were back in the car and heading home, I was up front with Julie while she drove, keeping an eye on Cindi who sat in the back next to Jenny, thinking that I should have probably separated the two. In fact, after our foray into the bank at the cash machine, I decided to act on that thought. 

Back in the car once more, I insisted Cindi sit up front while I sat next to Jenny in the back.

"I'm really sorry, Jenny," I began, as I pulled her into a loving embrace. "I shouldn't have left you alone like that with Cindi. I had no idea she would let things go so far."

"Oh Lori, it was so embarrassing," Jenny said tearfully. "And it just went on and on."

"Yes, yes, I understand, dear," I said soothingly. "Go ahead and have a nice cry. And don't worry, I won't let Cindi touch you again, even though I know she really likes you, deep down."

"But that's just it," Jenny added, crying even harder now. "I don't know what got into me, but...but, I liked what she did to me -- what they all did to me! God, what kind of slut have I turned into? I really liked it when they screwed my ass, and then when I sucked them off. And then, when they came all over me and finally, even when they peed all over me, I wanted more, lots more! God, I wanted it all and then I even wanted more of the same. Oh Lori, what kind of sicko have I become?"

"Oh my poor, poor girl, you really have been through the ringer tonight, haven't you?" I said, suddenly aware I had completely misread the swirling emotions that were really going through my sissy brother's head. Seeing how he actually felt about this evening's proceedings, I began to plan accordingly. 

"No, now you listen to me, Jenny. You are not a sicko, nor are you a slut!" At that I gave her a rather harsh slap across her face, both to shock her to her senses and to try and calm her down somewhat. 

"What you are is a person who apparently has a much higher sex drive than either you or I had previously thought, and you are also someone who has a more voracious sexual appetite than either of us had expected. 

"It also probably explains your reaction to 'Brokeback Mountain' as well. Most likely it wasn't that you were feeling an aversion to the film all that time, but an unfortunate, or fortunate, desire to have been in the arms of one of those cowboy studs getting your ass fucked instead. Only you felt that, as a boy, it simply wasn't right to be having such thoughts.

"Tonight's escapades with Cindi just knocked all that silly nonsense right out of your head and showed you how pleasurable sex can be -- all kinds of sex. In the end, little one, all that means is that you are one hot, foxy chick who will be a lot of fun to have around. And don't worry about being called a slut. We only say that as a term of endearment, and even then only in the heat of a passionate sexual moment. Otherwise, we'd never call you such a thing and mean it in a derogatory sense. Now, let's dry those eyes like a good girl. That's right. Now here, why don't you do me a favor and suck on this for the rest of the ride home. It will make us both feel better."

At that, I opened my blouse and slipped my tit from my bra and pressed my nipple into Jenny's mouth, letting her suckle it for the remainder of the twenty minute ride home. In the meantime, unable not to take advantage of the goldmine I had sitting right there next to me, I slid my left hand under her ass, shagging her butthole with first one, then another finger.

After awhile I slid my right hand over and started to jack on her cock, which I started referring to as her clit, as I'd noticed everyone else had started doing, murmuring over and over again what a hot little chickie she'd become in just a few short hours, and how all the boys were soon going to be going ga-ga over her once they caught sight of her at the match tomorrow. 

Jenny simply lay her head on my shoulder and groaned as she shot her wad just as we turned onto our street, and, as we pulled up the driveway of our sorority, I had just finished feeding her the juices that had filled my palm.

Once we were all in the house, I set about getting Jenny cleaned up and put to bed. I gave her one of my satin teddies to sleep in and tucked her in for the night, wishing her sweet dreams. Once that was done, I went back to join the others to discuss my plan to pledge Jenny. As expected, it was well accepted once I expounded on my idea and told them how well Jenny had taken to the suggestion. Then Cindi spoke up.

"Listen girls," she said. "I want you to see everything else I picked up tonight at that adult book store. I think you'll agree that some of these things will go a long way in helping our little Jenny fit in just right."

With that Cindi emptied the bag of goodies she bought earlier that evening. To say the rest of us were nonplussed would have been the understatement of the century!

"My God, Cindi," Denise squealed. "This stuff is great! I would never have thought to buy anything like this in a million years!"

"What's this -- a fake pussy?" I said, not really wanting to touch the package, but too curious not to.

"That's right," Cindi answered. "I knew how you got Jimmy to tuck himself away for his Speedo's and tonight for his one-piece and panties. But if he wears anything more revealing and gets as active in them as he usually does in a volleyball game, that little trick just won't work. This gadget here, you just tuck his dickie down like usual, and push his testicles into his groin while he's soft and then glue this fake pussy over the area. The glue won't come undone, even when wet. You have to use a special solvent to remove it. It also forces him to pee sitting down, which will also reinforce his feminine nature to take over his macho pride."

"And these?" I asked, picking up a pair of realistic looking breasts.

"Silicone breast forms," Cindi said gleefully yet seriously. "Very realistic and not cheap, mind you. Similar to the fake pussy, they glue on and can't come off unless you use the special solvent. They should give our girl a size 36, between a C and D cup. After all, she's a college girl - she needs boobs or else she'll stand out and people will begin to wonder. These will be better to use than stuffing panties in her top or using foam inserts up there as, I'm sure we'll all agree, he will need something, and there's no guarantee those other things won't come out under the strenuous activity of the game.

"I also got these," she added, going to her purse and pulling out an Rx prescription bag. "I had an extra refill on my prescription and there was a Pharmacy next door to the bookstore, so I picked up some female hormones for Jenny, for the long term, so she will eventually grow breasts of her own. We can tell her they're vitamins or something. 

I also picked up this mouthwash stuff called Soprano Speak. When she gargles with it, it will help tighten her vocal chords and raise the pitch of her voice to a more girlish level. 

Everything else I got is basically fun and games sort of stuff -- strap-on dildoes, handcuffs and paddles for mild bondage and discipline games. After what happened tonight and seeing how our little Jenny responded so favorably to it all, I think we'll all be able to have some fun with her if we start out slowly with her and don't come down too heavy or hard at first."

"My God," I said, taking all this in in wide-eyed amazement. "I hardly know what to say. I mean, when I started this whole thing, starting with the spreading the depilatory cream over Jimmy's body this afternoon, I admit I had visions, fantasies of something like this. But this, this, I never envisioned anything so bold and well-planned out as this. Oh Cindi. I love it! I love every fucking piece of it and I'm only jealous that I didn't come up with it first."

"Well Lori," Cindi said. "There's probably a good reason for that. You see, you're Jenny's sister, and so, very loving and protecting of her. So even if you'd had the chance to change Jenny into more of a girl by doing even more to her than you've already done, you'd probably fight against the urge to do so because of that bond of love you two share. 

I, on the other hand, also love her very much, but my love for her is of a carnal nature and, girls, I should tell you, I have plans that eventually include marriage for this girl. She doesn't know this yet, but she will soon. First however, I'm going to turn her into the kind of sissy boy that I want for my wife. Then I'll propose to her. You, of course, will be going along for the ride, simply because of that small desire you all have to see her so feminized and sissified."

"Oh Cindi," I said, as I and the other girls began jumping up and down, squealing and clapping our hands like a bunch of twelve year-olds at hearing the good news. 

"That's great news, and I'd be proud to have you as part of the family. I thought, as I watched you two tonight, that there was some sort of connection there. I am so happy for you both, because I know you two were meant for each other. But we won't say a thing until you're ready for Jenny to know the good news, will we girls?"

Pretty much in unison, all the girls agreed to keep mum the plans Cindi was setting in motion for her soon-to-be girly-boy-toy spouse.

"OK girls," I said. "We still have a game tomorrow. And now with the extra feminizing efforts we're going to be putting Jenny through, we're going to have to get her up a lot earlier to get started on her. 

I'm also thinking that we should wait on the breast forms till after the game so she can practice in them for a bit. If we put them on her just before the game without giving her a chance to get accustomed to them, she might fall all over herself at the net during the game as she will be totally unused to having all that new weight distribution to contend with. After tomorrow we have two weeks till the next game and that will be plenty of time for her to adjust to her new boobies. The hormones, the fake pussy, and the gargle stuff, we can start tomorrow. Do you all agree?"

"Yeah, that's smart thinking, Lori," Cindi said. "I wasn't thinking about her not being used to them for the match, just her looking better in them. You're right, she'd be completely disoriented with all that new weight up front there."

"Good," I said. "So, now that we know just how we're going to proceed, why don't you take this gargle stuff to the bathroom and the hormones to the kitchen. I'll take the fake pussy to my room. The rest of this stuff, hide in your room Cindi, for when we're ready for it. Now, let's hit the sack and plan to get up about 7 tomorrow to start on Jenny's transformation."

Everyone did as requested and then went to bed, I'm sure all dreaming of different variations of what they had planned for my little feminized brother. By morning I'm sure everybody's sheets and inner thighs were dripping with feminine dew. I know mine were.

On the way to my room, I passed our telephone and noticed that the message light was blinking. Deciding to check on any messages we might have received while we'd been out, I pushed the recall button and waited to listen. The following message played:

"Lori, Hi, this is Helen Strunk, from Alpha Omicron Pi. I just heard about Laurie and wanted to say I'm so sorry to hear about what happened to her. I hope her injuries from the car accident weren't so very serious. I also heard you were going to have to play the remainder of your championship volleyball games without her. 

Listen, the reason I'm calling is, well, you know from conversations we've had, that I've become very disappointed with life here at Alpha-Om, and have wanted to leave this place for some time. Like you, I'm going into my senior year here, and you know how much I love and how good I am at volleyball. 

Well, I was thinking that maybe I would drop out of this crap hole I'm in and then pledge your sorority for my last year at your Lambda Lambda Psi, while in the meantime help you girls out of your fix by playing on your team by making up for the one girl you're short at the moment. Give me a call back if this idea and my membership in your sisterhood in anyway peaks your interest. Thanks. Bye."

Oh God, I thought. What do I do now? Helen was a lovely girl, smart and witty, a great volleyball player, and someone who would fit right in with the Lambda Lambda Psi group of girls currently residing here. Obviously we should grab her while the offer is out there. But what of my promise to Jenny to have her pledge and play on the team. 

Well, this was definitely not a decision that should be left up to me alone. I had to get all the girls' input on this because it concerned all of us. Hurriedly, I went to each of their rooms and pulled them back into the living room to discuss what I had just learned.

"Listen, girls," I started. "I just heard some amazing news. Helen Strunk, from Alpha Omicron Pi, heard about Lauri's accident and our need for a relief player. She wants to help by taking her place for the rest of the games we have left."

"What?!" Cindi cried. "What about Jenny?"

"Anyway, how can she," Denise asked. "She's still pledged over at Alpha Omicron Pi."

"Well, Jenny is our true concern," I replied. "Helen has been really unhappy at Alpha Om, as she calls it. We have been talking for some time. Apparently, though, she is ready to make the break from them and wants to pledge with us next year. In the meantime, she says she wants to help us in our time of need by playing in Laurie's place.

Now, as a fellow sister, I feel Helen would be a great asset to our sorority and we would be foolish to not pledge her. But as for Jenny..."

"I've got it," cried Denise. "A way to get our cake and eat it too!"

"Well girl," I said, irritatedly. "Spit it out! Don't keep us in suspense here!"

"Look," she started. "You've all seen how Jenny has seemed to grow to love her newly feminized body and the frilly, girlish clothes she's been wearing, and how turned on she gets when we treat her like a girl when we act as if we're the guy with her, right?"

All of us pretty much had to agree with Denise on the point.

"And not only does she get turned on but she gets turned on fast and easy, like she seems to go into a kind of trance with a few simple words and caresses, right?"

Again, we all agreed, but we were a bit confused as to where this was heading, and I think it was showing in our expressions.

"Look," she continued in exasperation. "I'm just saying that I love Jenny. I love having her around -- she's a hoot! But does she really have to play volleyball? Couldn't we maybe convince her to be our team mascot or something -- you know, for the good of the sorority and the college, or some such crap? I'm sure if we get her sexed up enough, she'd wrap that addled-brain and those luscious lips of hers around anything we could convince her was right."

"My God," I said. "You're right, Denise. That should work, that should definitely work. In fact, why don't we start now."

"Look," I started. "All that stuff you bought that I said to wait on. Since Jenny's not going to be playing now, go back and get it. We'll put it on her tonight while she sleeps. In fact, since we don't have to wake up so early to prepare Jenny for her debut now, to make sure she sleeps through this entire affair so she doesn't notice anything until its necessary, I'm going to slip her a mild tranquilizer before we start."

"Oh girl, you are a smart one," Cindi said with a mischievous smile.

Smiling back, I just said, "I learn from the best, girl. I learn from the best."

At that I got one of our sleeping pills as well as one of Cindi's birth control pills from the medicine cabinet and first, breaking the tranquilizer in half, took the meds into Jenny's room with a glass of water. Once there, I gently shook her awake.

"Jenny, Jenny," I whispered. "Wake up, dear."

"Wha..what..." Jenny started. "Lori, what's up?"

"Look Jenny," I said. "You were tossing and turning all over the place. I thought if you took these pills thay might help you get a more restful sleep."

It was a lie, of course. But Jenny wouldn't know, and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her...right?

"What are they, sis," she asked.

"Just a mild sleeping pill," I said. "Broken in half to make it even weaker so that you'll only sleep for a couple hours. But you'll sleep soundly. And after tonight, I figure you need the rest, OK? The other is a buffering agent to help break up and dissolve the sleeping pill faster."

"Oh, OK," she replied. "Thanks, sis. Thanks a lot."

"Sure, no sweat, kiddo," I said, watching her drink down the pills. "Oh, before you lay back down, here, gargle with this mouthwash. It's a special formula we girls use when we've been a bit too active with the guys, ahem, like you kinda got tonight. Yeah, that's good. Go ahead and spit it back out into the cup you drank from. I'll toss it down the bathroom sink and wash it out for you. Now, you go ahead and get some shuteye, girl."

Saying that, I walked out of her room, seeing her slowly collapse back onto her mattress into a sound and restful sleep. I couldn't wait to hear her high, lilting voice come the morning. Oh, my pussy was getting so wet, just thinking of what we were about to do.

Once I was sure Jenny was dead to the world, I first got Cindi to go into Jenny's room to start on her transformation. The rest of us followed her just so we could watch and excite ourselves, like at the pizza parlor earlier, and also because once she was finished, we had been assigned our own tasks to complete. 

Cindi, because of her marital plans for Jenny, and because it took no special skills to do so, was given the assignment of attaching Jenny's new tits and pussy. We couldn't stop giggling at the sight of Jenny suddenly sporting big, floppy boobs jiggling about as we tried to guess what her reaction might be when she woke up to find herself so suddenly and perfectly well-endowed. 

But as fun as that had been to watch, it was nothing compared to the awe-inspiring sight of seeing Cindi pressing Jenny's balls into her groin and pressing her clittie down towards the inverted v between her legs. However, instead of just gluing the false pussy over this area, Cindi first taped down the depressed balls, keeping them inserted into her groin, where she then attached some tape over her clittie to keep that down as well. Then she glued the false pussy down on top of that entire area to make it appear as if it had been a woman's genital region from birth. 

Thinking, however, that the bush was a bit too wildly overgrown, especially considering the type of swimsuits we were probably going to be putting our little Jenny in, Cindi took a pair of scissors and trimmed the area quite a bit, leaving only a small, neat, landing strip behind.

Once finished, Denise stepped up and began to work on Jenny's eyebrows. She plucked at them and plucked at them until there was only a thin, feminine arch left above both eyes, the look definitely changing her appearance toward the ultra-feminine. As she was doing this, I had begun painting Jenny's toenails a deep and bright red called "China Glaze Go Crazy Red"@, a shade I once saw a hooker wearing. I was so entranced with the shade I actually approached her just to inquire the name of it.

Once Denise finished with Jenny's eyebrows, I moved up to start making up her face. First I applied a base coat of moisturizing cream. Then I dramatized her eyes with generous strokes of eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara. I wondered what Jenny would say once she found out that I had used semi-permanent indelible makeup on her that wouldn't be coming off her dear little face any time soon. 




Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 05



With all the changes we girls were putting little Jenny through, it would take a long, long time for her to ever return to being my little brother Jimmy again. But I had a feeling that before that time ever came about, she would no longer mind the change-over. At this point I added a dark blush to her cheeks and then finished with a heavy application of a wet-looking lipstick to her lips, a shade which matched her nails, one that was also semi-permanent.

Now done with her makeup, I moved down to her hands and finished off by painting her nails the same hooker red as her toenails. As I was doing this, Julie was preparing to pierce our dear sister's ears. Using an ice cube to numb the ear lobe, she took a sterilized needle and pierced two holes in each ear, putting silver trainers in each hole to keep them open until they healed enough to place regular earrings in them. She asked if she should pierce her bellybutton, but I thought that was a bit overkill for now. 

At this point, all that was left to finish our creation was her hair and perfume, things that would be best left for those times when Jenny wasn't flat on her back or wasting away in bed. Thus, we put her back in her satin teddy and put the blankets back over her now extremely feminine body, and with extremely wet, hot and horny pussy's, said a tired and yet excited goodnight, anticipating a wild morning in a couple of hours.

Suddenly, for the first time, I began to wonder what Mother was going to say when/if, or rather, if/when, oh hell, forget that, WHEN she finds out what I'd done to her son, her precious little boy. Oh shit, shit shit! I'll never get to sleep now!



Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 06



The following is part 6 of the continuing saga of Jenny, our newly feminized sissy boy once my brother Jimmy, as he continues his trials and tribulations to learn to play with the big girls, as it were. I want to again thank all those who write and/or vote their continued support to me as I keep up with my attempts to produce this, hopefully, well-written fictional account of a hapless lad caught up in the unfortunate (fortunate?) desires of those around him who seem to know what's really best for him. :-)

Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch.06

Come 8:00, after dragging our tired butts out of bed, all us girls were standing outside Jenny's door peeking in, wondering how Jenny, who was still asleep, was going to react to her newly feminized look once she finally became aware of it. 

Unable to keep from doing so, I continued thinking ahead to the dreaded, eventual trip back home with Jenny to see our Mother which was planned for the Forth of July weekend, nearly a month from now. 

Suddenly, Cindy, who had grown too impatient to wait any longer for Jenny to awaken on her own, couldn't stand by any more, and, after muttering a "fuck this!", went to her bag of tricks and came back with the paddle she'd bought last night and marched into Jenny's room. She'd been sleeping on her tummy and her nightie had slipped up to expose her naked ass, giving Cindi a beautiful target to aim for. 

Grinning at us with that Cheshire cat grin of hers, she brought the paddle down with a vengeance, causing Jenny to leap up from the bed squealing in blistering pain. Strangely, at least to Jenny, her squeal had come out embarrassingly feminine, which caused her to blush shamefully.

Pretending not to notice her new timber, Cindi called out to the girly boy, "Come on, Jenny. Rise and shine!" During this time, Jenny continued to bounce around rubbing the pain from her sore, reddened tush. 

"Get over to the vanity. It's time to get you ready for the volleyball game today. But once you get here, sit with your back to the mirror. We want the finished result to be a surprise."

"OK, OK," she said, rushing to the afore mentioned vanity. "I'm up, I'm up. Please don't hit me anymore."

Once she was seated, I began to work on her blond locks. I'd noticed that Jenny had not yet sensed the physical changes made to her body and since the changes we'd made were meant to be kept secret for as long as possible, no one went out of their way to make it known to her just what it was we had done. Because of this, we also didn't let her bathe or shower this morning, telling her that since she'd showered last night, another this soon was unnecessary. 

To work on Jenny's hair, I simply misted it until it was damp enough to style and then combed out her long, wet, gleaming locks of golden blond hair after turning on my hot roller set. While waiting for the curlers to warm up, I had Jenny rest her eyes and lean back in the chair.

"So, how do you feel today, Jenny," I asked her. "All ready for the big game?"

"Uh, yeah sis," She squeaked embarrassingly in her newly feminized voice, and looked up at me expecting me to make fun of it, but I made no sarcastic remarks. In fact, I made sure she saw only sisterly love in my eyes, and seeing this, Jenny once again closed her eyes and confidently spoke on.

"I really can't wait for the game to begin, although I'm still a bit nervous about wearing the clothes of a girl while playing. But after last night, which, I must say, you were right about my doing – to get the practice in – I'm really a lot more confident to do so once again. 

"I can't tell you how nervous and against this idea of yours I was when you first suggested I dress up as a girl to play on your team."

I could barely keep from laughing as Jenny just prattled on in that really high girlish voice that she seemed to get more and more comfortable with, since I acted as if it was the most normal tone of voice I'd ever heard before. 

I just kept thinking of that fable I'd read as a child, "The King's New Clothes", about a magnificent suit of clothes that, though was non-existent, was supposed to be visible to all except the foolish and stupid. 

The King, though unable to see the suit, did not want to appear foolish or stupid, so quickly admitted to being able to see the suit, bought it and wore it in parade, walking naked down main street. 

I felt that this was who my Jenny had finally become. Someone who would believe she saw everything she was told she should see, even if it wasn't there, just because she didn't want to appear a fool. 

Jenny's hair was shoulder-length and bleached from the sun, and really thick. Leaving it basically as it was, trimming only the split ends from it, I decided to curl it using a series of medium-sized rollers on top and four rows of a larger-sized roller down the back and sides. 

When I was done I placed a pink scarf over the hair-do to hold the set until it was completely dry. During that time I decided to talk to Jenny about Helen.

"Jenny," I started. "I want to ask you something." 

"Sure Lori," Jenny said. "Anything you want. Go ahead."

"Last night," I began. "What you told me in the car on the way home. You know, about getting turned on to everything that happened to you earlier at the pizza parlor and then at the movie theater. Were you telling the truth about that? Did you really dig that scene, sis?"

"Well gee, Lori," she answered, with a face as red as the setting sun. "I mean, duh! It's not like I'm going to admit something like that just so I could lie to someone about such an event – do you think? I mean, if I'd hated it, I would not have said it turned me on, I'd have said I hated it! 

So yes, it turned me on, but can we please, PLEASE! not bring that night up again? Cause as hot as it was, as hot as it made me, it was still the most embarrassing time of my life!"

"The reason I ask, Jenny," I went on, ignoring her complaint. "Is because I'm thinking that there's a better spot for you on our team than as a temporary replacement player for Lauri. 

Because in that position, once Laurie returns, you'd have to give it up to let her back on the team once she was ready to play again. I'm thinking of a more permanent position for you. What do you say, sis?"

"Hey, that sounds great, sis," Jenny said excitedly. "But what will you do about today's game and the rest of the tournament match play coming up? I mean until Laurie gets back?"

"It's funny that you should ask, Jenny," I answered, as I began to unwrap her hair and take down her rollers. "Do you remember Helen Strunk from Alpha Omicron Pi?"

"Oh yes," Jenny replied. "A very nice, very pretty girl. Great at the net, as well."

"That's her," I said. "Anyway, last night after we got home I saw we had a phone call waiting and it was from her. She called to offer to play in Laurie's place. 

Not only that, but she is leaving Alpha Omicron Pi and will be spending her senior year pledged with us here at Lambda Lambda Psi. I called her back this morning and told her yes, we'd love to have her play for Laurie in our volleyball tourney."

As I finished removing the rollers from her hair I began to brush and comb it to a gorgeously-styled crown that would please any woman – and turn the head of any man!

"Um, gee sis, that's great," Jenny stumbled. "I know she'll do your team proud. But just what position were you thinking of putting me in that you were talking about when you were saying it might be permanent? There's no other position available."

"Before I go into that, Jenny," I started. "Let's finish up with you, my creation, here."

The first thing I had her do, now that I was finished, was stand up. 

"Now Jenny," I said. "I want you to close your eyes, and keep them closed, until I tell you to open them again, OK?"

"OK Lori," she replied. "But please hurry. I can't stand the suspense."

The first thing I did was remove her teddy, exposing her newly feminized body. Then I took a bottle of Passion perfume from the vanity dresser and spritzed it all over Jenny's upper body, behind her ears and down at her pussy. Then I turned her around to face the full-length mirror against my bedroom door.

"OK Jenny," I said. "You can open your eyes now."

Slowly she opened her alluring eyes and with an almost child-like awe, took in the whole vision of the butterfly she'd been changed into. That moment she saw her reflection, her knees buckled and she nearly collapsed to her feet in wonderment.

"Lori! Lori, that's...that can't be," she squealed, seeing her entire body in one take for the first time that morning. "I, I, I really am a girl!"

"That you are, little Jenny," I replied. "That you really are. And we've picked out the perfect swim suit for you to wear today for the tournament."

So saying, I pulled from the drawer of my vanity a two-piece hot pink thong bikini swim suit and handed it to Jenny to put on.

Taking the top from me and holding it up against her new tits, Jenny looked at it and her reflection in the mirror.

"But Lori," he squealed, in his new girlish voice. "I actually have tits! And I have a pussy! When did I get tits? When did I get a pussy? And such big tits! And such a pretty pussy, too!" 

"They are nice, aren't they? And it is a pretty little pussy, isn't it Jenny," I purred sweetly. "These were all a gift from Cindi. She wanted you to look especially pretty today for your coming out. Do you like it?"

"Oh Lori," she gushed. "I love it. I really do."

"Well, I'm very happy you do, sis," I replied. "But really, we're starting to run late now. Let's finish getting you dressed in your new suit and see how you look in it."

At that I helped Jenny put on her new two-piece hot pink thong suit, tying the top up in back for her and tying one side of the bottom in a bow while she tied the other side. 

After we finished putting it on, I watched as she so femininely adjusted it over her hips to cover her now newly acquired pussy and slid the rear strip into the crack of her sexy bottom cheeks. 

Once she was dressed I handed her a pair of three inch cork platform sandals to wear to the match which really exaggerated her walk and thrust her butt out really sexily. With a giggle, I knew the boys would have a hard time keeping their eyes and hands off her today.

"But Lori," Jenny squealed. "You still haven't told me what position you want me to play in the rest of your games, if I'm not going to be playing for Laurie anymore"

"That's easy, Jenny," I answered. "You're going to be our team mascot – the Battling Bitches' team slut!"

"Team slut?" Jenny squealed.

"Don't worry," I assured her. "You'll fit right in. In fact, I'd go so far as to say this position was made with you in mind."

"But Lori," Jenny asked. "What does a team slut do?"

"That's the fun part, Jenny," I answered. "You get to take on all the guys and gals your teammates get too overwhelmed to handle. Yessirreee, you're going to be a busy girl today, Jenny."

"Oh shit," Jenny moaned. "Not again."

I just smiled, knowing that my little girl, once she got started in her new role, would relish the attention the boys would lavish on her. 

Still, even through those positive notions, thoughts of Mother's scowling countenance kept creeping to the fore.

I started imagining wild thoughts, thinking things like maybe if I called her first and emailed her some of the pictures we took to show her what dear Jimmy has been doing with his time over here in the Golden State. Yeah, that would cinch it. 

Oh God, I thought then, realizing what I was thinking of doing just to avoid taking blame for something I'd instigated. What have I become? I am surely going to Hell for this, I thought, as still, I eagerly led Jenny out so the others could see her as we got ready to head to the beach where we would meet up with Helen and our opposing team in our next match in the finals. 

Whatever the results of today's game, I was sure that this definitely promised to be a day that would indeed, live in infamy.

As I led our darling Jenny from the bedroom into the waiting eyes and arms of the girls who had assisted in her transformation from plain-jane sort of girl to a cheerleader-type of girl-next-door, their reactions, though predictable, were still almost overwhelming. 

Poor Jenny, who almost seemed to have gotten used to the notion of having changed from an ugly duckling to a beautiful swan, looked suddenly like she wished to be anywhere but there, under the unrelenting probing eyes and hands of my sisters, who had waited so patiently for this moment to arrive.

"Shit, Lori," Denise said. "You rock, bitch! Jenny's a real babe here, a real knock-out! I love it!"

"Ditto here, girl," Cindi added. "God, Jenny! You are one hot, smokin' bitch, honey! And stacked? Shit woman, you've got a nice rack there! The boys will be comin' after you big time – you know that, don't ya? That is, if I let them get anywhere near you. God, woman, you're beautiful!"

"Oh Lori," Julie said. "Cindi's right. She's absolutely precious. And that bathing suit. God, it's just right for her. Its just perfect for her new position on the team perfectly. It brings out that 'slut' persona we're looking for to a tee."

"Slut persona? Please, can't we talk about..." Jenny tried to question. 

"Never mind her, Jenny," Cindi interrupted. "She doesn't mean anything. Say, that's a sweet lookin' pussy you got there. Your suit really shows it off to good advantage. Just remember now, honey, you've got to sit down when you pee from now on, now that you really are one of us."

That comment brought about a good number of chuckles from the other girls and a deep, abiding blush of shame to Jenny's cheeks as a sudden truth was so boldly and loudly proclaimed for all to hear. 

Sensing a sudden tenseness in the air, I felt the need to break up this little hen party.

"OK, girls," I said. "That's enough, already. Any more of this and you'll give our new girl here a complex or something. Besides, we're starting to run late for the game as it is. Now, Helen said she'd meet us at the net for warm-ups before the match starts, so we'd best be on our way, OK?" 

After a chorus of agreements, we all headed out to the car and scrambled inside. Once again, Julie drove and Denise sat up front with her while Cindi and I sat in back with Jenny sandwiched between us.

It was a short, uneventful twenty minute ride to the tournament site, and for the first time in the past two days all attention was taken off Jenny and focused entirely on the upcoming match. 

The tension building in the car was untenable the entire drive there. We'd been waiting for this day to arrive for the past ten days, to see whether we were good enough to continue our climb upward in the championship round in our College's volleyball tournament match. 

We were one of two teams from state left in the semi-final rounds,and the winner of this match wold go on to play in the regional finals two weeks from now. That winner would go on to play in the state finals a month from then. After that, the season was over. 

This was the first time in over five years that any team, men's or women's, had made it this far, and if we made it all the way, it would be the first time ever, so we knew that a lot was at stake here. 

Thankfully, we also knew that, as much pressure as there was on us to win, that even if we did not, there would still be a lot of pride in us and our team simply in the fact that we'd been able to get even as far as we did. My girls and I would have nothing to be ashamed of.

"Look, there's Helen," Julie pointed out, as she pulled into the parking area near the visitor's section of the beach, near the volleyball net used for the tournament.



Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 07



The following is chapter 7 in the ongoing saga of our poor, hapless Jimmy's deeper indoctrination into the world of femininity, that lucky guy! :-)

Again, thanks to all who have supported this minor effort with their kind words and votes of support, as well as wishes for this story's continuation. This story is slowly coming to a conclusion, perhaps in 1 or 2 more chapters, so I have started another story you may wish to keep your eyes open for. I hope it is half as well received as "Jenny" has been. Again, I do hope you enjoy this submission as much as I have enjoyed writing it.




Just beyond where Helen was waiting was the parking space into which Julie pulled. This lot was reserved for the players, family, judges and referees of today's game. By the looks of all the cars here, it seemed that a number of family members had come to see the results of this match.

Once out of the vehicle, we all raced up to greet Helen and thank her for not only offering to play for our injured Laurie, but for, once again, deciding to join our sorority. 

Helen was immediately taken aback when she spotted Jenny, as she'd never seen her before amongst us girls and thought she was another new pledge.

"My goodness, Lori," she started. "Who is this sweet thing? I don't remember her being being here before. Have you been pledging more recruits that I've been unaware of?"

"Oh my," I said. "I guess it's been awhile since you've been around, Helen. This is my sister, my real sister, Jenny. She'll be a sophomore next year and will be pledging with us then, as well. She's our team mascot. Jenny, I want you to meet Helen Strunk, a new pledge like yourself."

Jenny put out her hand very demurely and said, "I'm very pleased to meet you, Helen. I hope you enjoy being with us at Lambda Lambda Psi. "

"I'm sure I will, Jenny," she said. "I already know most of the girls here already and get along with them famously. But lets not keep gabbing like this now, we can save that for after the game. Let's get some practice in while there's still time."

"Good idea," Cindi said. "I'll grab a ball and meet you all at the practice net."

With that, we all headed to the net as Cindi ran to grab a ball. When she returned, we started to slap the ball around while Jenny stood by watching excitedly. 

As expected, Helen's performance in today's practice was as excellent as any I'd remembered seeing in the past, and also, as anticipated, the boys soon gathered around the watching Jenny like bees to honey, all the while feigning an interest in the practice going on around them. 

Jenny didn't seem any the wiser and came to accept their camaraderie as they kept asking questions about the game and the girls going about their play. 

Even the hands brushing about her shoulders and back seemed only friendly at most as they seemed not to be pushing her into any untoward sexual positions or shenanigans.

Suddenly I noticed Jenny getting red-faced and saw that she was beginning to breathe faster, more irregular. Then I saw that two of the boys had been able to ward off all the others – alpha males, I assumed – and watched as they placed their hands quite possessively on her ass and began rubbing it in nice, long caresses. 

Then, as the boy on Jenny's right started caressing her shoulders, I noticed he leaned over to whisper something in her ear. 

At the moment he did so, I saw her nearly squeal in surprise. Then I saw that the boy on her left had stopped rubbing her ass and it looked like he was now fucking her ass with his finger as the other boy spoke to her. A moment later I watched the three of them disappear behind the bleachers. 

Suddenly I realized this was going too fast too soon. I mean, sure, I was expecting something like this to happen, but in a more controlled atmosphere, and in the presence of her teammates. And after the game, not before it even got started. 

Jesus, what kind of slut had I created, anyway? But then, I thought, what kind of sister had I become? Here I was, following them so I could watch because it excited the hell out of me, instead of trying to stop it, even though I knew that was what I should be doing.

I got close enough to hear what was going on, and close enough to intervene in case there was trouble, but far enough away so that I was unseen by those upon whom I was spying.

"OK bitch," the one boy, whom I would later learn was named Bob, insisted, once they reached the shelter of the bleachers. "You come here all by your lonesome, dressed like that? You can only want one thing, bitch!"

"Yeah, girl," the other one, named George, added. "And Bob and I are the ones to give you just what your looking for, ain't that right, Bob?"

"Right as rain, George," Bob sneered. "Right as rain."

"Oh God," Jenny whimpered. "Please don't hurt me. Please don't..."

"Oh crap, bitch," Bob said menacingly. "Don't start pleading! I hate that, I really do!"

"Yeah," George said. "He does, girl, so you'd best listen to him." 

"Now," he added, pulling down his swimming trunks. "Why don't you just get down on your knees and take my dick into that nice, hot mouth of yours? And just keep remembering that you do as we say, and nobody will get hurt. All we want is a little sex, a little relief from a long, tiring day, got it?"

"Yeah, bitch," Bob said. "After all, you seemed mighty cooperative just a little while ago."

"OK, OK," Jenny agreed. "If that's all you want, and you promise you won't hurt me, I'll give you what you want."

At that she sank to her knees and took George's slowly hardening cock into her soft hands, watching it slowly get ever harder and longer until it was about eight to nine inches long and two inches in diameter. 

Remembering her pleasures from the night before, she then slowly began to pull his cock into her mouth until it reached her gag reflex and then began to swallow, pulling the cock even deeper into her throat. 

Finally she felt his cock hairs nestled against her nose. She held it there for a while until she could no longer breathe and finally was forced to let it out or suffocate.

"Sheeeiit!" George shouted excitedly. "I ain't never had any broad deep-throat me before in my life! Bitch, you got talent in your mouth, let me tell you! You could go professional if you ever get a mind to. Hot damn! Now, finish me up!"

With that George pulled Jenny's mouth back onto his cock but this time held on to her face, controlling his in-and-out piston-like fucking motions. 

This action excited the both of them as Jenny started to feel a wetness leaking down the insides of her thighs as she grabbed the naked cheeks of George's muscular ass and sucked his cock harder and harder, looking for that baby-making juice she had so recently come to enjoy.

I myself had started to get excited just watching this whole scene play out. Seeing Jenny turn-on to these two guys just totally blew my mind and I started playing with my tits as I stood there taking this all in. At first, I was worried that these guys would hurt her – knife her or worse. 

But when I realized their real intentions and remembered the size of the train Jenny had pulled last night, then I was sure that, as long as this remained a sex play thing, Jenny would be alright, maybe in her element, even though the timing was still not just the best. Suddenly, George began crying out.

"Oh shit, girl," he shouted. "Oh god yes, I'm coming. Ah yes, yes! Fuck, I'm shooting! Take it, bitch, swallow it down, slut, drink it, drink it!"

But Jenny had other plans. After drinking some of it, she pulled back, letting his spurting cock slip from her mouth. 

She then held it up to her face and began jerking it off, shooting the rest of his jizz onto her face and then, when he was finished, she spread it all around her eyes, nose, chin and mouth, using his cock like a paint brush and her face as though a canvas.

Once he was done, Bob said, "My turn now, slut."

Jenny was so drained, she wasn't even aware that Bob had spoken. She just lay collapsed at George's feet, her thong-covered (or rather, uncovered) ass pointed up at Bob, which was just the way he was wanting it. 

Pulling aside the strap that slipped between Jenny's ass cheeks, Bob applied some spit to her ass hole and shocked her to her senses by slipping first one finger then another up Jenny's ass and pumping them in and out.

"No, no," Jenny cried. "What...what?"

"Yeah, bitch," Bob laughed, giving Jenny's ass a playful slap. "That got you motivated again, didn't it?" 

Then, Bob spit on his palm and rubbed it onto his cock. Then he pulled his fingers from her ass and placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her ass and pressed.

"Ohhh, Ohhh, that hurts," Jenny cried.

"Look, bitch," Bob said. "Just make like you're taking a dump. Push out, and it won't hurt so much. I won't guarantee no pain, 'cause my cock's bigger than most – even bigger than George's over there, and he's bigger than average. 

But once I'm hard, hell, I've got eleven inches here and I'm three inches wide. But you do as I say, and it will help a lot."

Yes, yes, sis, I wanted to shout, as I fingered my wet, dripping pussy, watching Bob attempt to fuck little Jenny's ass. Listed to the dumb ox, he knows what he's talking about. Oh god, is he hung. I wished I'd had him reaming out my cunt. I'd have felt like I'd died and gone to Heaven! Go, sis, go!

"That's it, girl!" Bob said, as his huge rod slipped slowly into Jenny's ass hole. Jenny's face showed the pain of the ages as she winced and grit her teeth while George, inch by excruciating inch, finally sank his cock in until it was completely into Jenny's ass.

"There, girl," Bob said smugly. "It's in."

"It is, isn't it?!" Jenny said, a bit surprisingly, though sure because she felt his hairy groin pressed up against her silky, smooth ass cheeks.

"How does it feel," he asked.

"Ugh," she answered, with a small laugh. "Full!"

"Ready to go for a ride," he asked.

After thinking for a moment, Jenny replied, "Oh hell! As ready as I'll ever be. Give me all eight cylinders, Bob." 

"You got it, honey," Bob said with an accompanying laugh. For the first time he used a term of endearment on this girl he had picked up at the volleyball tournament. 

Indeed, anyone who could take what he had thrown at this girl deserved his respect, and he was certainly going to show it to her from now on.

At that, Bob reared back, pulling his cock out about seven inches, and then slammed it all the way in again. He repeated this action again and again, pulling Jenny back and forth on the sand, starting to rub her knees raw from the chafing friction.

"Oh, oh god," Jenny began moaning. "Oh, it's great, Oh, I love it! Please, please, fuck me, fuck me harder! Oh yes, yes, god, I love it!"

"God bitch, you're a fantastic fuck," Bob panted out. "I've never had anyone with your endurance, your stamina. Listen, when we're done here, you gotta give me your number. 

"I mean, I know the way I came onto you wasn't the nicest way for a guy to meet a chick and all, but I really have come to dig you, and I'd really like to get to know you, if you wouldn't mind. I could really get to like you in a big way, and I can tell you at least like the sex. What do you say, honey?"

"OK, OK, you big, handsome stud, you," Jenny cried out deliriously. "For now, just keep fuckin' the hell out of me. At least wait till I come before you get all sanctimonious on me. Jeez!"

I had to laugh at this sight of almost hillbilly courtship going on not 5 feet in front of my nose, and yet it made me wonder what this would do to Cindi's chances to acquire Jenny as a potential bride. 

One thing was certain – our Jenny was growing up and branching out. She was fast becoming a woman in her own right. 

"Oh yes,"Bob shouted. "Oh Jenny, oh fuck, I'm coming! I'm coming, Jenny. Please, come with me, honey. Aaahh, I'm shooting."

And the moment Jenny felt Bob's come pouring into her ass, it triggered her own orgasm.

"Yes, yes, Bob," she shouted. "That's it, yes, I'm coming too! Oh god, that's so great a feeling! Oh, it the best – no, honey, you're the best! Oh god, that was the greatest!"

Then they both slumped down to the ground and lay there for two to three minutes. I heard Jenny give Bob her phone number. Not the Sorority number, but the number to his own house. 

Just then, the two minute warning whistle sounded, announcing the time for the teams to ready themselves for match play. 

It was therefore definitely time to break up this little tete- a-tete, as it was time for us to start and time for Jenny and I to clean up and get the heck out of Dodge.

I left my hiding place, surprising all, and didn't bother trying to explain.

"Come on, Jenny," I said, walking out of my hiding place. "That whistle means the game is about to start, and even though you aren't playing, you are still a representative of the team and need to be on the court. 

Me too, for that matter, so let's get cleaned up and out of here. Nice to meet you boys, it's been a pleasure, I assure you."

Getting cleaned up, I pulled a stunned Jenny back to the practice court.

On the way there I asked Jenny why she gave Bob her home number and not the Sorority number where she'll be staying.

"Are you kidding," she said. "Do you think I want to share that hunk with those girls at the sorority? Hell, no! 

"At least at my place I'll have him all to myself – Him and any friends he wants to bring over," she added with a twinkling laugh. 

Once back to the court, I spoke up to the girls who obviously wondered where the hell Jenny and I had been. Not explaining, I simply said,

"OK, ladies, practice is over. It's time for the real thing now. Remember, girls. This is what we've waited for, the first game of three we need to play and win to be the State Champs. 

Remember, play your best, play your hearts out, and, win or lose, we will walk away proud. Never forget, girls, this is, after all, just a game.

"And Cindi, before we go up there, please show Jenny where she's allowed to sit and watch the match as one of our extra teammates, OK?"

"Sure, no problem," Cindi said, a wondering look crossing her brow as she hurriedly led Jenny aside, to the court-side area reserved for injured and extra teammates. 

********************

As the two teams took the court, our team, the Battling Bitches won the coin toss and chose to serve. Denise was our server, while Cindi and I played the front line and Julie, Helen and Denise (after she served the ball), played the rear guard. 

Jenny was standing on the sidelines, and, as she was a member of the team, she would be kept away from the spectators for the duration of the game, who would be watching from the bleachers.

Our team had done well over the regular season, ending with a 27/3 record, putting us in second place. We were playing the Queen's Guards, a slightly lesser team, who ended their season with a 23/7 record, or fourth place. 

I found it amusing, and in a sense, for Helen, a time for retribution, because the girls making up the Queen's Guards were from the Alpha Omicron Pi sorority, her old pledge. Helping us beat them would be a fine parting shot for her to show them just how she really felt about their sorority.

We'd done well against them in the past, and I had no reason not to be able to have the same success against them this time as well. But ever since I'd been able to get my brother into a dress with pasted on tits and a faux-pussy, I have learned to expect the unexpected lately.

Upon the first serve, all of us lobbed the ball back and forth a number of times until a team member from the 'Guards' hit the net and caused an error which gave us a point, the first of the game.

Denise again served, this time nicking the net, letting a player on the other team spike the ball back to us. We were unable to get to it in time. The Guards received no point for that, but they did garner the serve.

This sort of play bandied back and forth most of the game until the referee called a water break after a half hour's play, when our team had a slight lead, 14 to 12. The first team to reach 21 won the match. 

"Oh God," I said. "This heat is something!"

"You're not kidding," Denise added, passing me a cold bottle of Gatorade.

"How're you holding up, Helen," Cindi asked. "Everything OK?"

"Yeah," she answered. "Everything's fine here. You guys holding up OK?"

"I guess we're OK," I said. "I just wish this game had been a little more one-sided – in our favor! It's too damn hot to be playing such a close, drawn-out game today."

Just then the ref blew the whistle, calling an end to the time-out. The two teams returned to the court to once again face of in the field of battle.

This time something strange seemed to happen, at least it appeared so to me. The Guards had the serve. Their server slapped the first three volleys to Helen – who missed every one of them. 

Now, I'll admit, one of them was so difficult I think even I would have missed it, so I couldn't blame her for that one, and maybe she was still shaking that one off when the next volley came at her, but three in a row was starting to make me a bit nervous, especially when Cindi whispered the same concerns to me.

"Hey, Lori," she said. "What's up with Helen? That's three points she's practically given away!"

"I have no idea," I said. "I was wondering the same thing. Let's give it a couple more plays and see what happens."

I could see Jenny, sitting on the sidelines, frowning with concern as well. We'd all seen Helen play today. She'd been near faultless. In fact, she'd been one of the Guards' best players. As such, these blatant errors made our wariness that much more worrisome.

Their server's next shot was a net ball, thus giving us the serve again. I decided to put Helen to the test. When Denise got the ball, I walked back to her and instructed her to lob the ball to me and do nothing else. 

At the serve, she did just that. I hit the ball straight up and back into Helen's zone for her to hit over the net. When she got to it, she spiked it into the ground on our side of the net. 

At that point, with the score now 14-16, I realized she had conned me, had conned us all. She was not here to play for us, or even to pledge our sorority, but was here to ruin our game and help her sorority win through deception.

At this point I called for a time out and walked over to the sidelines. There I approached Jenny.

"Jenny," I said. "Helen is trying to make us lose. She never wanted to help us win. I need you now, sis. I need you to take over for Helen and play for us now. Please, Jenny, we need your help."

"But Lori,"Jenny asked. "What about my all-important role of team mascot? I thought you girls really needed me to fill that position for you."

"Oh Jenny," I said, almost in tears now, realizing what I'd actually nearly made of my sweet, dear brother. "God, I'm so very sorry for what I did to you, for what I let the others do to you."

And now I was crying, finally coming to terms with all that I had done to Jenny...no, Jimmy, and even worse, all that I had even planned to continue doing to him, even as I worried about what Mother might say once she found out, even knowing that sometime, someday, she would, indeed, find out.

"Look, Lori" Jenny said reassuringly. "I was only joking, well, sort of. Look, if you're apologizing for putting me into a dress, taking me out on the town and fucking my brains out, among other things, then, after getting me home, doping me up and gluing some tits and a fake pussy on me, please don't. 

"Didn't I tell you before that I had a ball when I was doing those things? Look, didn't you just see me take on two guys there behind the bleachers? Did it look like I was complaining then?




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"I mean really, since I've put on these clothes, this has been the first time in my life anyone has ever included me so fully in their lives and loves and I have never felt so...so...loved, even after last night, as weird as things might have gotten, I had a ball."

"But...but Jenny," I started.

"But, sis," Jenny said. "When you made those sincere promises to me that I could play volleyball with your girls after I dressed up as a girl, and then so rudely took that offer away from me just to make me the team mascot, the team slut, well sis...that hurt. That really, really hurt. 

"Anyway, if you really want to apologize, then that's what you really need to apologize for. But you can do that later. Right now, you need me in the game. Let's get rid of that bitch Helen and beat those slime-balls right and proper."

"Yeah," I said, suddenly full of a deep pride and new found respect of my new sister. "Let's go, girl!"

I told the ref that Jenny was going in for Helen but didn't mention my suspicions, as they were, as of yet, still only that, suspicions. 

I simply told Helen that after those four blunders she needed to take a break, as the heat must be getting to her. She had no rebuke to that comment as she did make four blunders, so she agreed. 

Once we started up again, I couldn't believe the team's resurgence of energy that came about just from having Jenny on the field again. And Jenny! Like a ball of fire, she was all over the place. 

I had to bite my hand to keep from laughing at how like an energizer bunny she was, and then, to keep from crying at how, like a fool I'd been, I'd thought to keep her away from the game she'd so loved and been so good at.

Fifteen minutes later we were a point up again, the score 19 to 18. Still, we were favored because we had the serve. I could see Denise was getting tired, though, so I was a bit concerned. I had to check.

"How're you holding up, Denise," I asked.

"I'll tell ya, girl," she answered. "I can hold up if we take this game in the next 3 points or so. But if we go into overtime, shit – I've had it!"

I understood her meaning, and passed on her message to the others. It was crunch time, now or never, and everyone knew it. Again, everyone played their hearts out, and the score, now 20 to 18, was a thriller when one of the Guards spiked a sharp shot down to my feet that I couldn't get to. 

Jenny, though, dove head first and fisted the ball straight up in the air where Cindi was able to tag it with a slam dunk over the net, spiking it to the ground at the Guards feet! We won the game, 21 to 18!!

The crowd went wild, as did the rest of us Battling Bitches! A couple of the girls threw Jenny on their shoulders and marched her around the beach as she waved her arms in the air in triumphant victory. 

I simply broke down in tears remembering how well she'd played for us, again thinking what I'd almost lost out on, choosing Helen over her. 

Then, seeing how accepted my little sister had now become, and how she'd grown from that shy, scared little boy back when he'd first put on those girl's clothes, to the boy who now enjoys playing the girl so much, he seems ready to tackle anything that comes his way, uh, her way. 

Yes, I think Jenny's ready to know about Cindi's matrimonial plans now, after a suitable courting period, of course.  

"Ahem," I heard from behind me.

I turned to look.

"Mother!" I shouted. Then I fainted. 



Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 08



This is the eighth chapter of my first entry on this site, "Jenny Plays with the Big Girls". I again, want to thank all of you for your kind words of support and desires for me to continue this effort. 




Choking and gasping on what could only be described as burning sulphuric fumes, or rather the burning fires of Hell, I slowly opened my eyes only to see God waving his staff in my face. 

Then, everything changed, and what could only have been the demonic face of Satan, looked down at me. Or at least it was how I'd always been told Satan would look like.

Oh God, it finally happened, I thought. All my sins had been found out and this was God's retribution. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Damn, why hadn't I left the cosmic elements alone? 

Why did I have to mess with God's plan like I did – just to win a couple fuckin' volleyball games? Damn it all, anyway! Oh shit, I was in no mood to face this crap now!

Slowly, I sank back into oblivion once again...

"Lori, Lori..."

I started to hear voices, distant, pleading voices. Voices familiar to me. Again though, that awful, burning smell. God! I was still in Hell, still choking on the stench of death, being forced to arise to face my demons. Oh fuck, I thought. What the hell...

Slowly, slowly, I once again opened my eyes and looked around. This time my friends were standing about me. Friends, I wondered? In Hell? What were they doing here?

"Lori," I heard Cindi speak, gently.

Hmmm...Not the Cindi I knew so well, I wondered.

"Yo, bitch," she said. "you OK?"

Now that's the Cindi I remembered.

"Yeah," I croaked out, haltingly. "What happened? Where am I?"

"You passed out on the court," Denise said. "Don't you remember? You're in the clinic off the lifeguard's stand."

"Oh God," I said, holding my aching head. "I remember now. Oh God, Mother! Where's Mother?"

"Back here, dear," came the reply, as I watched her step forward. "I was up front the first time you came to, and you said something about Satan, so I thought I should move back until you were more awake. Are you more awake now, Lori?"

"Oh shit, Mother," I said with a groan. "I'm sorry, really I am. I was just so out of it. What are you doing here?"

"Well, Lori," she answered. "I thought I'd surprise you by traveling these three thousand miles just to watch you and your volleyball team try to make it to the state championship finals like any true, loving mother would. But imagine my surprise when I got here and found that I had not just one daughter but two on your team to root for."

"Oh God, Mother," I groaned, my head still spinning from the heat of the day, the surprise of the visit, and the continued belief that this was God's wrath come down to visit upon me. "I meant to tell you about this eventually. 

"I...I really wish...," I could say no more. There was no more to say.

"Lori," My mother said with a shocked yet accusing gasp. "They told me you did this to your brother just to win some volleyball games?"

Just then from deep in the shadows from the opposite corner of the room, Jenny stepped forward. None of us girls had noticed she'd been here all this time. 

"Girls," she said, indicating the sisters of Lambda Lambda Psi, "Could you please leave us alone for a little while. We have some family matters we need to discuss. Thanks"

All the girls left, mumbling to each other, wondering what the resulting outcome of this encounter would be.

"Jimmy," Mother said. "Please leave. I'll talk with you once I finish speaking with your sister here."

"If you please, Mother," Jenny said. "I prefer Jenny now, and you are finished talking to Lori. All those accusations you have made against her are untrue and unfounded."

"Jimmy," she insisted. "You must be mad if you think for a minute I will refer to you as Jenny. And I know that none of this was your idea – why the thought of it is just preposterous! 

"Jimmy, I insist you remove that ridiculous bathing suit and get out of that contraption you're in, put on normal clothes for a boy like yourself and come back home with me. I'll deal with your sister soon enough."

"Do you really want to see me without my bathing suit on, Mother," Jenny challenged. "OK then, have a look!"

At those words, she removed the two piece hot pink spandex thong she was wearing and stood before Mother in full, glorious splendor – tits, pussy, and all.

Mother went white with shock as she had been sure jenny had only been wearing falsies up top and been tucked in down below. I was sure she was about to faint herself at the sight, but she managed to sit down and get a grip on her emotions as Jenny went on:

"As I was saying, Mother," she said. "I asked Lori to let me play on her team to replace Laurie, an injured player. 

"To be more believable in appearance, I went out and purchased these items and with the help of the other girls, I chose to wear them of my own volition. 

"Mother, I had tried hard, damned hard, to get on the men's team, but they wouldn't have me. 

"But here, on the Battling Bitches, I've found a niche, a team who needs me, and, I make a difference here. 

"And Mother, I like me the way I am now, because, for the first time in my life, other people like me the way I am. I'm not the short, geeky type of shrimp who gets bullied around on the playground or gets sand kicked in his face anymore. 

I'm the cute, almost beautiful chick who everyone likes to hang with and be around, and Mother, I like that. For the first time in my life, I'm happy. Really happy. Can you understand that, Mother?"

For the first time in her life, I think my Mother realized just how painful it had been for Jimmy to live as a boy in a body small and delicate enough to almost be considered effeminate. 

As his sister, I knew, of course, as he'd confided in me, and I'd also witnessed the many times he'd been picked on while growing up. 

There was nothing I could do about it, though, as it was something he had to learn to handle himself, but life was cruel sometimes, and more cruel to some than to others. But now that Mother seemed to understand, maybe that would help now, I thought.

"Oh God, Jimmy," She said, her eyes brimming with tears. "I never knew. I mean, I suspected...but I never realized it was that bad, that it was so hard on you."

"Of course you didn't, Mother," Jenny said to her. "You think I wanted you to know? I may not have had the physique of a man, but you raised me to deal with any problems that came my way like a man, Mother, and face them on my own. 

"I wasn't about to have you worry about every cut and scratch I got from every bully who I came up against. If I had, you'd never have gotten a good night's sleep, and I loved you too much to do that to you, Mother." 

"Oh Jimmy..." Mother started.

"Mother," Jenny corrected once again.

"I'm sorry, dear," She cried, tears still in her eyes. "OK, if that's what you want. I mean, if your so sure it's what you really, really want, then I'll support your decision 100%. 

"The things you've said to me today have made me so very proud of you, Jenny, and I'd love to have you as part of our family."

Giving her a big hug and kiss, Jenny said, "Oh Mother, you've made me so happy. Now, let's get the rest of the gang in here and tell them the good news. Then let's go out and celebrate our win today – that is if you're feeling up to it, Lori!"

"Hey, girl," I said. "I'm feeling perkier by the minute. But Jenny, I think you should put your swim-suit back on if we're going out, don't you? At least until we get you something that's a bit less revealing than that thong.

"Yeah," Jenny said. "Actually, when you get a chance, I could use a good night out on the town just to shop. As you know, I have a terribly small wardrobe – been borrowing clothes from everybody!"

"Oh, that horrible," Mother declared. "Lori, how could you let that happen?"

"Well shit, Mother," I complained. "He, I mean she's only been dressing for two days now. There hasn't really been time, yet."

Suddenly, the clinic room door opened and the teammates came rushing in, looking very concerned.

"Are you finished here," Julie asked.

"We have some really interesting news," Denise said. "News you just have to hear."

"Well," I answered. "I hope it's important enough to barge in on us like this, but yes, we were just going to get you guys. We were planing to go out and party. Maybe go to our favorite pizza parlor. But hey, what's going on?"

"We just heard some news about Helen..." Cindi started.

"Oh God," I moaned. "That Benedict Arnold? Ugh, good riddance to bad rubbish, that's what I say!"

"No, no," Cindi continued. "We were wrong about her throwing the match. She's down the hall here in this clinic. Turns out she has epilepsy, a mild form of it that apparently hit her at that point in the game when she missed those lobs. 

"Seems the seizures are hard to recognize when they come on, but her old teammates, having seen her have the seizures before, recognized the symptoms and figured out that she was having a mild seizure at the time. 

"That's why they hit those three straight balls to her – knowing she'd probably miss them. "

"Oh God," I said. "And I thought she was such a bitch at the time...thought she was purposely trying to make us lose. God, I feel like a heel. Is she all right, is she going to be OK?"

"Doc says she'll be fine," Denise answered. "Just wants her to rest while they check her blood level or some such thing, and he wants her to get plenty of fluids. 

"That was a hot sun out there this afternoon – he just wants to make sure dehydration doesn't set in on top of everything else."

"Oh God, that's good," I said. "I sure don't need any more bad karma coming my way on top of what might be on its way already."

"That's for sure, bitch," Cindi added with a giggle. "Speaking of bad karma, did you guys get everything all straightened out? No more eggshells around, are there?"

"Actually," Mother replied. "Everything's just fine now. Couldn't be better, in fact. Jenny wants to stick around, and I have given her my blessing." 

Upon hearing such good news, all the girls cheered, jumping up and down like twelve year-olds at a slumber party. 

"We do, however," she continued. "Still have to talk over specifics, for example, how far does she wish to take this dressing up, does she want to go on female hormones, breast implants, and finally, surgery. 

"And if that far, we'll need to discuss psychotherapy, possibly even the need for therapy before we get to that point just to smooth out any bumps in the road that may come up down the line."

"MOTHER!!!" Jenny shouted in embarrassment. "Is all this necessary?!"

"I know, I know," she said. "And I don't mean to push you into making a decision right away, because right now there is no immediate need to rush into this. 

"I only mean to suggest that there are options out there to consider that perhaps no one has even suggested yet, and that soon we will have to discuss these options. 

"I just want you to know of them so that you realize, since you have decided to stay as Jenny, that there are more options available to you other than pasted-on silicon gel tits and fake pussy's. 

"That's the only reason I bring them up now. Don't worry, the discussion about which of these you might like will be very private."

"Jeez! Mothers," Jenny muttered, walking out of the clinic.

"Yeah," agreed Cindi with a laugh. "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em!"

"You got that right, bitch," I agreed.

As we were leaving, I remembered that we had the money to give the theater manager for the damage we had leveled up in his balcony last night. 

Thinking this was also a good time for Mother and Jenny to take a break and get some personal space between each other, even if only for the few minutes it took to get to our destination, I took Cindi aside and gave her the money and whispered my plan to her:

"Cindi," I said. "You and Jenny take my car and drive to the theater. I think it's time she and Mother took a break from one another, anyway. Once there, give the money to the manager for our part in the balcony debacle. 

"If you're still of a mind, maybe you'll be able to find the time to talk to Jenny about your wedding plans, if, as I said, you're still of a mind. 

"Whatever you decide, I think she's ready to hear and listen to your ideas."

"Thanks, Lori," Cindi said. "You are the best. I'll make sure the guy gets his money. But you talk to Jenny first, send her over to the car, OK? She might not understand me coming over and just dragging her away."

"Yeah," I answered. "Good idea. "I'll explain everything to her and make sure she understands why she's going with you, or at least most of the reason why she's going with you."

Sliding over to Jenny, who was walking along with Mother, I proposed my suggestion to her, actually through Mother.

"Mother," I started. "I need Jenny to go with Cindi to take care of a situation that came up this morning. We wee going to deal with it after the game anyway, but as a group. Since you're here, These two can handle it by themselves and then meet us at the pizza parlor when they finish up. Is that alright with you?"

"I suppose so, Lori," she replied. "But how are we going to get back and forth then?"

"Well," I said. "I just figured that the girls and I would go with you in your car to the parlor and let Cindi and Jenny take my car. When they get back we can go back to using our regular vehicles, OK?"

"Sure, Lori," Mother answered. "That sounds fine, dear."

"OK, thanks, Mother," I said. "Come on, Jenny. Go on with Cindi."

Jenny gave me a very curious, almost accusing look – if I could interpret it correctly, I'd almost say she was wanting to say, "What the hell are you getting me into?" - and I suppose I couldn't really blame her after last night. 

However, after her performance this afternoon, I felt that any trouble that might befall her this evening, Jenny would be able to handle herself in the clutches. Still, I felt I should tell her something of why she was going.

"Jenny," I started. "I need to bring the money back to the manager of the movie theater. Remember, we were all going there after the game? But we can't now, because of Mother's visit. 

"I don't want her to know, at least not yet, of our little escapades last night. And Hell, sis! As much as I love Cindi, I don't exactly trust her to be responsible enough to carry this task out without stopping at a bar first or doing something crazy and end up losing the money. 

I'm counting on you to help keep her mind on the goal on hand, OK girl?"

"Sure, Lori," Jenny answered. "I understand. I didn't at first, but it's clearer to me now. And don't worry, I'll make sure she gets the money delivered safe and sound!"

"Thanks, Jenny," I said. "Now, get going. And don't forget to meet us back at the pizza parlor when you finish."

"Got it," she answered, as she rushed off to join Cindi who was waiting by my car, holding the passenger side car door open for her. 

As Jenny was about to step into the car, Cindi pulled her into a gentle embrace and kissed her sweetly on the lips. Jenny pulled away with a curious look in her eyes while Cindi just winked and walked around to the driver's side, saying:

"Hurry up and get in. The faster we get this done, the sooner we can get back to the pizza parlor."

"What was that for," Jenny asked, slowly regaining her composure.

"What, that kiss back there," Cindi asked in return. "That was a 'nice to have you around for awhile' greeting, and a congratulations on a job well done on your performance at the game today. You were really great, girl!"

"Oh, well thanks, Cindi," Jenny said. "I had already planned to stick around anyway, and as for the game, it was great fun. I had a great time out there." 

"You know," Cindi remarked. "Those things your Mother was saying, about alternatives, about options. She's right, you know. I mean, getting breast implants, in addition to going on female hormones, would be a great improvement over wearing those silicone breast forms..."

"CINDI," Jenny shouted. "Damn it all, anyway! Not you too! God, I can't get away from it!"

"I'm only saying, Jenny," she explained. "That what you have looks nice cosmetically. But hell, there's no feeling there, see what I mean?"

As she was explaining herself, Cindi pulled the car over to a stop, leaned over and pulled Jenny into her arms. Almost rudely she began to rub and mold her tits while she whispered loving words and endearments in her ears.

"See there," Cindi asked her. "Can you feel that? You can't, right? I bet you felt more last night when those boys were feeling you up in the movie theater, didn't you? I saw them squeezing and pulling on your nipples like they did – man, you were really freaking out when they did that. 

"Here, go ahead and feel mine. Feel the difference? Feel the way real human flesh feels? Yours could feel just like this if you wanted it to. And your bosom and nipples would react just like mine do if you either got implants or went on hormones or did both."

"Oh Cindi," Jenny moaned, as she slowly ran her fingers over Cindi's bare tit-flesh beneath the top of her bikini. "God, to have real tits. To feel like this – to feel pleasured like this...it must be awesome!"

"It is, Jenny," Cindi cooed. "It really is. And I'd also suggest getting rid of that fake pussy. Not that I'm endorsing going all the way and getting the surgery, but again, wearing the pasted-on pussy is nice, cosmetically speaking, but it limits your functional activities. 

"Again, there's no feeling down there, and, remember all those times you jerked-off last night? How many times have you been able to pleasure yourself since we put that on you last night? None! 

"So, whatever path you finally choose to travel, at least make it natural, one where you can receive some pleasure from it, and not just consider the cosmetic beauty. That's all I have to say on the matter."

"Thanks, Cindi," Jenny said. "What you've said here has helped me a lot. I mean it's still kind of embarrassing to talk about, but its helped me to be able to talk to someone my age first to get an idea of the nature of things before I finally sit down and talk things over with Mother."

"I'm glad I helped, Jenny," Cindi said. "But you know, that's something else your Mother said that was not a bad idea either, and that was to start seeing a therapist about this whole gender dysfunction issue."

"Cindi," Jenny groaned. "I am not having any problems with my gender issues!"

"Yeah, right," Cindi said. "Look girl. Pretend your right, and there are no problems. You will still be needing someone you can go to who is not your Mother, or your sister, or any of your new sorority sisters. 

"You'll need someone with whom you can share your most intimate thoughts and worries, someone you know will not turn around and betray your trust or judge you based on those thoughts or worries. Someone who will always be there to listen to any problems that may crop up. 

"Usually, for a girl, that person is her Mother, but I've already seen how uncomfortable you are speaking to her about your newly discovered feminine issues. That's OK, even normal, for a person like you. 

"Most girls spend a lifetime getting used to becoming comfortable speaking with their mothers, and if you were still Jimmy, I'm sure your life with her would have been as normal and smooth-sailing as ever. 

"Having become Jenny now, your entire relationship with her has turned upside-down, and you need to relearn how to get along with her as a girl would, as Jenny would, and that's not something easily done in a day, missy. 

"Right now, the kind of person who can help you make that transition doesn't exist in your life. 




Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 08



"I'm telling you, kiddo, the way your life has so extremely changed, the way people will react to that change once they become aware of it, you're definitely going to be needing that kind of friend in the worst way and soon."

"But Cindi," Jenny said. "In the short time I've dressed up as Jenny, I haven't come across anyone who's had any problems with my cross-dressing or girlish ways. In fact, they seemed to get even more turned on because of them."

"Well yes, Jenny" Cindi agreed. "There has been that. But some of that love and/or lust came from us girls, who already loved you, and in fact helped make you the lovely little girl you've now become. How could we love you any less? You are our creation, our Frankenstein, so to speak.

"Last night's boys loved you too, at least as far as it went, but do you think they'd risk their reputations going out with a boy dressed up as a girl? It would take a strong-willed individual to risk the loss of his friends over the love of a transvestite. Long-time friends of his who start calling him faggot or queer once they find out about you.

"I'm not saying there aren't boys out there who wouldn't love to go out with you. It's just that you're probably going to find that it's best to seek a temporary relief in the solace and comfort in the arms of a man or woman if you just try for the one-night-stands, unless you can find someone like you who can love you as you are and whom you can love back with just as much passion.

"Has any of what I've said here helped you out in any way, Jenny? Is there anything you want to ask me or talk about while we have the privacy to do so?" 

"Well," Jenny started. "One thing is, even if I don't feel I need it right now, you're probably right about therapy. 

"I mean, there's just so much I'm really not ready to talk so openly to Mother about, and she seems too ready, too eager to jump right in and talk it up, as if I've been doing this thing for years, you know what I mean?

"And Lori, well I know I can talk to her about anything, but I also know that there will come a time when something or someone will come along that I just couldn't share with her. 

"Because at some point, there will come a time for secrets between us, and when I need advice there, I won't be able to go to her then, so you're right, I do need someone. A stranger, someone neutral who I can trust, and then trust not betray that trust.  

"It's funny too, how different Mother treats me. As Jimmy, she almost ignored me, left me to fend for myself, to raise myself on my own. As Jenny, it's like she wants to get her hands dirty, have a hands-on approach to my life and living. It's so totally weird!

"About the loving, I guess I should take what you've said with a lot more than a grain of salt, because even as a boy, times were rough for me. I can, or at least I should, be able to imagine that as a boy becoming a girl, the love-life isn't going to get any easier.

"As you know, the sex has been great, but that doesn't mean that long-term relationships will be forthcoming anytime soon. Even today, I had a great time with these two guys before the match, so good that one of them even asked for my number. 

"But, now that I think about it, I doubt he ever realized I was really a boy, unlike the guys from the theater last night. Who knows what he'll end up doing once he finds out.

"Damn, Cindi! Where did you come up with such a keen insight and deep understanding in all this stuff. 

I mean I've known you for some time now, and basically, all you've ever seemed to be is some sort of sex-crazed party animal, no offense girl. But jeez, Cindi, this is a side of you I've never seen." 

"Well," Cindi began. "I'll tell you, because I think it's time you knew, and I also think it's time I stop carrying this secret around with me. I'll tell you this, as well. The reason I can finally reveal this long-held, little-known detail about me."

"Well, damn girl," Jenny said, practically panting with bated breath. "Spit it out. Don't keep me waiting any longer, please!"



Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 09



Below is part 9 of my story "Jenny Plays with the Big Girls". Sorry it took so long for this to come out, but the ideas are starting to take longer to come to me and the stories are taking longer to finish. Again, thanks for all the support and feedback offered during the writing process.

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"Well anyway, here goes," she started. "Up until a couple years ago, I was a boy, like you."

"God, Cindi," Jenny gasped. "Are you serious? Really?"

"Yes, really, Jenny," she replied. "For most of my life, throughout my formative years I felt out of place. I was a boy yet somehow I always felt as if I was in the wrong body. 

"Oh God, Cindi," Jenny said. "That must have been so awful for you."

"It wasn't the easiest time of my life, Jenny," Cindi agreed. "You've got that right. I was lucky enough to have very caring and supportive parents as well as a good doctor. 

"For the longest time I went to a therapist who helped me out considerably, helped me understand that my female hormone level was greater than my male testosterone level, and therefore made me feel as if I was a woman trapped inside a man's body.

"Once I was sixteen I finally made the decision to become a complete woman and started on female hormones. 

Then, three years ago, after a long period of extensive therapy and once I had turned 18, after high school graduation, I to took a year off before I started college to undergo a sex reassignment surgery in order to become the woman I am today."

"My God, Cindi," Jenny said in amazement. "I never knew...would never have known. None of us would! I mean, you look so...so natural, so feminine. And I am so honored that you feel I am trustworthy enough to share such a secret with. God, it's so amazing to know this!"

"Well," Cindi said. "As I said earlier, your actions have inspired me to finally reveal this secret I have kept from you and the others for so long. 

It hasn't been so much that I've been ashamed of it or afraid to reveal it to you girls, but it's just that it seems so much easier to not even bring it up and have to go into all the explanations for everything, you know?

"I mean, I am a woman, so why should I have to go into detail about the fact that I'm not a woman from birth? So I don't bring it up, and not bringing it up becomes a habit until finally hardly anybody knows, even my best friends. 

"Now, I'm thinking it's time I share the secret with you guys here because you people are more than friends, you're like family to me. And family should be able to know things like this about one another and not have it matter."

"Oh God, Cindi," Jenny said, hugging her new found friend, her eyes brimming with tears. "I love you so much for trusting me like this, and for helping me with your experiences like you have."

"Oh my dear, dear Jenny," Cindi said, returning the hug affectionately. "You don't know how much I've waited for this moment. 

Ever since I first saw you in that stupid one-piece bathing suit, and then that sun dress we kept stripping you out of, I was crazy about you. Head over heels in love with you."

"You did," Jenny asked in wonder. "You did nothing but embarrass me all night last night." she said, though with a smile.

"Yeah," Cindi smirked. "And you loved every minute of it! Go ahead -- try and deny it!" 

"Well," she said, with a glint in her eye. "Maybe just a little..."

At that, Cindi grabbed Jenny and began to tickle her almost naked body, making her squeal with intense, arousing pleasure. 

"I'll 'Maybe just a little' you!" she replied.

Then she wrapped her arms about her and kissed her hungrily, thrusting her tongue deep into Jenny's mouth as she dropped her hands down to her naked ass, pulling her tighter into her body. 

Very soon Jenny began returning the hug and kiss as ardently and eagerly as Cindi was delivering it. Then Cindi began removing Jenny's thong while Jenny was doing the same with Cindi's suit, until both were, at last, completely naked on the front seat of the car.

Cindi however, stopped the proceedings at that moment. 

"Wait, wait a minute," She said. "If we're going to do this, let's at least do this right."

"What do you mean," Jenny inquired seeing Cindi rummaging through her purse.. 

"Here we are," Cindi answered, pulling out a cylindrical object from her purse. "I just can't abide by this plastic crap any longer!" 

"Eeek! Cindi, what are you doing," Jenny squealed.

"Oh, sit still, girl," Cindi said. "I'm just getting rid of these tits and pussy of yours. I'm sorry I ever came up with the idea of buying them, although they are a good idea when you're out in public. 

"Just not too practical when I want you accessible to me for sex! I like to have a cock to grab onto and real nipples to pinch and suck. Woops, I forgot I taped your groin down. Watch out, this might hurt a bit."

"Ouch! Shit, Cindi," Jenny shrieked. "That's sensitive, watch it!"

"Aw, I'm sorry," Cindi teased, bending her head over Jenny's now exposed cock. "Here, let me kiss it and make it all better!"

"Oh, oh, oh God, yes," Jenny groaned. "That feels great, Cindi! Really great!"

"Didn't I tell you about the feel of real flesh?" Cindi asked, momentarily lifting up from Jenny's cock. "Feels a lot better than just carrying around something that just looks pretty but doesn't work for you, right?"

"Yes, yes, you're right, I agree," Jenny said frantically. "Now just get your mouth back down where you had it and finish up what you started there, bitch. God, I'm sore as hell and horny as a ten-peckered owl!"

"A what?" Cindi asked, sneezing and laughing at what she'd heard him just say.

"Nothing, nothing," she laughed back. "It was just something I heard in a movie once. Now, damn it all, get back to suckin' me off! Jeez!" 

"Well, I will," Cindi said. "But listen here, missy. "This here love fest is a bit too one-sided, don't you think? I mean, we're both sittin' in this car naked, but I'm doin' all the work. 

"I may not be as horny as a ten-peckered owl, like some people I know, but I'm not at all ashamed to say that my cunt is leakin' like a sieve, and I wouldn't mind it if someone here, whose name shall remain anonymous, would start a clean-up project by making like a little Dutch girl and stopping this dyke from over-flowing!"

"Jeez, bitch," Jenny said with a smile. "You don't have to be like that about it. All you had to do was ask." 

With that, she turned about and, in a 69 position, began to attack Cindi's pussy with a vengeance. In return, Cindi started sucking on Jenny's cock with the force of a vacuum cleaner. 

The moment Jenny move a finger up to caress Cindi's clit, giving it a few gentle strokes, Cindi as well cradled Jenny's balls into the palm of one hand while she began to stroke the middle finger of her other hand along the crease of her ass, centering the tip of it on her ass pucker, eventually applying enough pressure on it so that it began to sink inside.

"Oh, Oh God that's nice," Jenny moaned into Cindi's pussy.

"Yeah," Cindi said. "I thought you'd like it. And oh, oh yes, girl. You keep up what you're doing too!"

Together they worked like a well-oiled machine -- Cindi pumping in and out of Jenny's ass while sucking out whatever juices she could get from her front piston on Jenny's cock. 

All the while, Jenny moaned and tongued Cindi's dripping pussy hole, trying to drain as much oil from it as she possibly could. 

In the meantime, both girls drew the other closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy until finally, the inevitable happened.

"Aaaaggghhh!" Jenny shouted. "I'm coming, Cindi! Yes! Oh God, keep bangin' my ass! God, it feels so great!"

At the same time, Cindi began shouting, "Oh, oh, Jenny, yes, yes, keep sucking me! Oh shit, girl! I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh God, bitch! Suck me, suck me, oh shit, that feels so great. Aaahhhh yeeeesssss..."

By the time they had both slowly come down from their respective highs, sighing wearily yet peacefully, they looked each other in the face and started laughing hysterically. Both had cum slime and saliva smeared all over their faces and looked like they had been done up in semi-gloss white-face stage make-up.

"Well," Jenny said, trying to stop laughing. "I think we should get to the movie theater about now, don't you?"

"Yes, good idea, Jenny," Cindi said, pulling Jenny into a sisterly embrace. "Before we go, however, I have something important to ask you."

"Oh?" she asked. "What is it?" 

"Jenny, you know by now that I am crazy in love with you, right?"

"Yes Cindi, I've sensed that," Jenny answered with a slight giggle, trying to make light of what was seemingly becoming a suddenly very serious moment.

"Well, I am, and would not have opened up to you like I did if I weren't," she added. "I mean, Jenny dearest, being that I've walked a similar path as that which you are choosing to walk, I feel a certain friendship to you that goes beyond love, and I have also sensed that you have these same feelings for me, as well.

"It is because of this deep and abiding love which I cannot help but declare to you this night that I propose you and I begin sharing our lives and loves together."

So saying, Cindi pulled from her purse a small velvet box, causing Jenny to shudder the moment she saw it. When it was opened, inside there was an exquisite looking and brilliantly shimmering diamond ring.

"Oooohhh, Cindy," Jenny squealed. "God, it's...it's so scrumptious!"

"Jenny," Cindi said. "Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Jenny's look of surprise was genuine as she'd never seen such a magnificent ring. She heard herself squeaking out a yes as Cindi slipped the ring onto her finger and then kissed her full on the mouth.

She stared at the ring, noting how brilliantly it captured the rays of the setting sun.

"Do you like it?" Cindi asked.

"Yes, it's beautiful," Jenny replied. "I've never seen anything like it." 

"So then," Cindi asked once more. "You're sure? You're positive you want to accept my engagement ring?"

"Oh Cindi," Jenny squealed. "Yes, and yes, and yes, yes yes!"

At that, the two began hugging and kissing and squirming in girlish delight over their good news. As they pulled apart, Jenny looked suddenly pensive, as if having second thoughts about the arrangement.

"What's up, girl," Cindi asked. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Jenny said. "Well, not really, I guess."

"Come on, Jenny," Cindi insisted. "Out with it, woman. We don't have any secrets from now on, OK?"

"OK," Jenny said. "Yeah, right. No more secrets. I was just thinking...these past two days I've discovered a lot about myself -- a lot I never realized." 

"And just what has my little Jenny learned ," Cindi asked, while tickling her ribs sexily, prompting a laugh and groan from her. 

"Come on, Cindi," Jenny said, through the laughter, I'm trying to be serious here."

Cindi let up on her tickling, allowing Jenny to continue.

"Since becoming Jenny," she said. "The one thing I've developed is a greater confidence and belief in myself. And although Lori started me on this path to self-awareness, if it had not been for your push into the wild side of this whole thing, I think I would have fled back into my old life the first opportunity I had.

"Let me start at the beginning, if I can. Back in my Senior year of high school, when I started getting, you know, those urges to try things with the girls, it took some time for me to act on them because I was really shy then.

"I mean, I was shorter than most of the girls back then and as you girls know, and most of the guys back then made sure everyone else knew, I am not very well endowed down below. 

"This is something I've somewhat been able to come to terms with now, but back in high school, this kind of thing when everybody knows and constantly teases you about, well, it was a harrowing experience for me.

"Then, miracle of miracles, I finally actually got a date with this really nice, pretty girl, Cynthia. But it was a such a miserable date -- I did everything wrong, and even the things I did right just came out wrong!

"Well, she made sure everyone knew just how bad it was and confirmed everyone's belief about the size of my package. Suffice it to say, my life for the rest of that year was hell and I basically lived inside a shell in order to simply survive it.

"You remember Simon and Garfunkel's 'I am a Rock'? Well, that was me -- that was how I survived.

"Coming these 3000 miles from home to go here to State was my way to start over, but really, all I did was run into the same types of ass-holes, just 2 to 3 years older and more set in their ways and beliefs. 

"Because of the guys here, with their macho, bullying ways, and my fear of what the girls would do or say if I ever tried to ask for a date here, I probably would never have gotten up the courage or confidence in myself to risk asking. 

"Even after Lori dressed me up, when I first sensed a change in my, I don't know, my reason for being, I guess you could say, I was still so shy and lacking of self-confidence -- hell, you could sense that as you sat me on your lap like you did.

"But gradually, as the night wore on, my confidence grew, or at least my shyness slowly disappeared, and mostly all I felt was maybe embarrassment, but it was a type of delicious embarrassment, because it made me the horniest kid alive! 

"I mean, Cindi, you've got to promise not to laugh, but those things you did to me last night...I've found I liked it, in the end -- I mean, as long as someone was there to keep everything under control, because, heaven forbid, I sure couldn't have! 

"But I ended up enjoying the things you did to me in front of everyone at the Pizza Parlor. And I even liked taking on those guys in the movie theater , in every way I took them on -- and I enjoyed it more because you were there conducting the whole affair. 

"Don't get me wrong. I do love you! You bring out the best in me -- the beast in me, and you are the perfect complement for me, and my life would be so empty without you. But it was you who showed me what this life had to offer me. 

"But, like I said, this is only the first -- well, now the second -- wonderful experience I've had in my lifetime, and as such, I'm in need more, many more. 

"As you said, so long ago in this long, long night of revelations, I'm probably going to have a hard time of it, finding someone out there to share a love and a life with, because of the life I'm choosing to live, which, besides my love for you, is another reason I think we should get married. 

"Yet, before I agree to what my mother will most likely consider the most ludicrous idea on the face of the earth, I need to get one thing set and agreed upon here, and that is, that as our marriage continues, so too will the fun and games, like those that occurred last night. 

"I don't know what you did to me Cindi, but since then, I've really gotten into this whole public exposure and public sex thing, and because it's so new to me, I'm going to be needing a lot more of it before I've had my fill of it. 

"And I want you there by my side while I'm reveling in it, watching me or participating in it with me, whatever you desire."

"Oh missy," Cindi said with a laugh. "If it's fun and games you want, then I'll be happy to oblige. And for as long as you like too, at least until we're both toothless, old hags, still hitting all the college hot-spots. 

"And, now that that's settled, let's get this money to the theater so we can go join the others at the victory party and give them the good news. But before we go, you might better re-attach your tits and pussy again. I just happen to have the solvent here."

"But Cindi," Jenny said. "I thought you didn't like all this imitation stuff. Why are we putting it all back on then?"

"I don't like it," She replied. "But like I said, it still looks aesthetically pleasing to anyone else who sees you. Besides, your Mother has already seen you this way. I'm not sure how she'd react seeing you suddenly without them."

"Hmm...," Jenny said thoughtfully. "Good thinking."

"OK then," Cindi said. "Now that they're back on, you better slip back into your swim-suit." 

Once Jenny was dressed, Cindi had the car on the road again. They'd traveled for about twenty minutes in relative silence, each thinking over the matters of great import which had just been discussed and discovered between them, and finally the new lives that the two of them were soon to be sharing. 

At this point, Cindi passed a CHIPS cycle policeman parked on the side of the highway. She was not speeding, but she thought of Jenny's request to enjoy some more of those fun and games and thought that this might be an interesting time to see just how much of a game player she really was. 

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, she thought.

Once she passed the patrolman, Cindi pressed her foot on the gas pedal and pushed the speed of her car up to 65 mph. The limit was 60, and almost immediately there was the sound of a siren right behind her.

"Oh my God, Cindi," Jenny cried. "What did you do?"

"Oh no, Jenny" Cindi said. "Oh my god, I didn't realize! I was going over the speed limit! Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit!"

"Cindi," Jenny said. "This is bad. You'll have to stop. Pull over!"

"Jenny, Oh God," Cindi moaned. "I can't let this happen again!"

"Again," Jenny screamed. "What do you mean again?"

"Oh shit, Jenny," Cindi cried, as she began to slow down and pull over. "I've gotten three speeding tickets this year. If I get another, they'll take my license away. You've got to help me here."

"Help you," Jenny questioned. "How can I possibly help you?"

"Here,"Cindi said, after the car was fully stopped. "Take my seat. Tell him you were driving. Use your sex appeal. He'll give you a break -- and maybe a lot more, if your nice!"

It was then that Jenny realized that Cindi had purposely set her up and that she and her big mouth had asked for precisely this kind of thing to happen. So, before the policeman could see the switch taking place, Jenny groaned deeply and changed places with Cindi.

"You do know, of course," she said, "that I don't even have my drivers license, right?"

Cindi just smiled and winked sexily at her.

Jenny knew what Cindi wanted her to try to do -- no, expected her to try to do. Hoped she'd try and flirt her way out of this jam that she'd gotten them into, damn her anyway! And shit, if jenny wasn't getting hard just thinking about the possibilities that this situation could present!

Fuck! Fuck it all anyway, Jenny began moaning over and over to herself as her palms began sweating profusely and her bare ass began squirming in a combined pool of sweat and juices just dripping from her cock.

She watched as the patrolman parked his bike and, getting off it, walked over to the car. 

He was about 40 or so, and quite a hunk, she noticed, as he walked toward their car. He wore the familiar tan uniform, with a wide utility belt equipped with mace, a holstered revolver, a holstered baton, mace, and handcuffs. He wore mirrored sunglasses and a small microphone clipped to his shoulder.

When he reached the driver's side of the vehicle, he tapped on the window, indicating Jenny should roll it down. Once it was down, he said, "Good afternoon, ma'am. May I see your driver's license and registration, please?" 

Noticing the name tag on his chest red 'Sawyers', she replied, "The registration's in the glove compartment, Patrolman Sawyers".

Patrolman Sawyers nodded, and Jenny opened the compartment, found the registration, and handed it to him.

"And now your license, please," he asked again.

"Oh God, sir," Jenny finally broke down. "I don't have it with me. I'm awfully sorry, but we just came right from a soccer tournament and are still in our bathing suits, and really, we weren't thinking..."




Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 09



"You girls were at that soccer tournament at the college a couple hours ago, right?" Sawyers interrupted.

"Yes sir," Jenny answered.

"You were one of the players?" he asked.

"Yes," Jenny said. "Cindi and I both played on the Battling Bitches team. We won today also."

"You're Jenny then, aren't you," he asked. "The girl called in late to replace that other girl, right?"

Both Jenny and Cindi looked at each other as if they were in some kind of time warp or something. 

Seeing the look of confusion on their faces, and not wanting to frighten them any further than they probably already were, Sawyers continued:

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me explain. I worked security detail at the match today, plus traffic control to keep things flowing smoothly. Once the match was half over my relief came in and I decided to stay and watch the rest of the game. You guys were good, real good. 

"But you, Jenny, I knew of you from my son, Bob. You remember him, don't you? From under the bleachers before the game?"

"Oh my god," Jenny said. "Bob? That was your son? Oh, shit!"

"Yeah. Well, Bob Junior," Sawyers said. "I'm the Senior, of course. Hey, don't sweat it, kid. When my boy was telling me all about the piece of tail he got today and how wild she was, I about died -- I was so green! But now I see why he was so taken with such a fox like you.

"And now, seeing as how you need to do something to pay for this little crime you just committed, and seeing as how I'd hate to give a pretty little thing like yourself a ticket and force you go to court, I don't see why we can't make some arrangement to settle this out of court, do you? 

"After all, my cock is just as big as my boy's, if not a little bigger. Plus I've got 20 years more experience with mine than he has. 

"I'm sure you can get some pleasure out of this experience that you couldn't if I had to write you a ticket, especially if I told them you were driving without a license."

"Well, if you say, Patrolman Sawyers," Jenny replied, batting her eyelids demurely. "I surely don't need another ticket."

"Good then," he said. "Why don't we get you out of your vehicle and walk around to the other side where it's a little more private..."

When Sawyers noticed Jenny's firm, juicy ass jutting from her hot pink thong, his cock got instantly hard. He followed her around the side and when she stopped there he gently touched her arm and caressed her soft, silky skin up and down, causing Jenny to shiver in expectancy.

Then he leaned in and began slowly, gently kissing and nibbling her neck, where it joined her shoulder, while still caressing her arms, slowly moving down to her hands and further down to her thighs and back up her exposed belly which he gently massaged with his finger tips, gently teasing and tickling her sexily, raising goosebumps on her flesh.

Jenny was practically swooning by this time. She turned then in his arms to face him. Gently, she began to kiss him, using just her lips, still allowing Sawyers to take the lead. 

Doing so, Bob Sr. grabbed her bare ass firmly, pulling her roughly to his groin and joining his lips to hers, while thrusting his tongue into her mouth. 

Jenny then lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, rubbing them suggestively over and over again against Bob's hardened rod, a hardness that threatened to rip out of his uniform pants.

"Oh God, Bob," Jenny moaned. "I need you to fuck me now. Please...please, oh yes, yes! Fuck me gloriously, please!"

"Your wish is my command, honey," Bob replied, slowly releasing her to give himself the chance to lower his slacks so he could free his cock.

Once it was out and fully exposed, Bob lifted it up and aimed it at Jenny's pussy. Then sliding over that part of the thong to reveal her cunt, Bob began to finger Jenny there to work up a greater amount of lubrication. 

When nothing happened, he took a closer look and feel there and, when he felt Jenny's cock through the slit in the vagina, he suddenly knew the truth of the matter -- that Jenny was actually a boy dressed as a girl. Then he let out a rich, vibrant laugh at at this wondrous discovery.

Jenny, sure he was laughing at her because of her get-up, as Cindi had warned her some people would do, began to cry at this unexpected turn of events. Bob, fearing just that, took her in his arms to comfort her, and between kisses, began speaking to her. 

"Oh Jenny, Jenny," He said sincerely. "Please don't think I was laughing at you, darling. I was just thinking of my son. He is so sure you are a real girl. He spoke of your feminine charms so glowingly, so admiringly. I was just thinking of what he'd say if he only knew! 

"Oh my goodness -- I'm sure he'd start thinking he was queer! But don't worry -- I'll never tell! I swear! And as for me, hell, I'm bisexual -- I swing both ways, honey. I think this is great! 

"But if we're going to be doing that, I'm going to be needing a bit more lube than you provide. How about a nice blow-job to start me off and wet me down for your nice, juicy ass, OK?"

At that he pushed Jenny down to her knees and pulled her face into his now even harder cock. 

"My God," Jenny said. "And I thought Junior was big! You're even bigger than he was!"

"Not by too much, honey," Bob told her. "Maybe only an inch and a half longer and an inch thicker. But he'll probably grow to be my size when he gets to be my age. Yessirree, that boy's a chip off the old block, he is!"

Then Bob pulled up on Jenny's head and as she looked into his eyes, she opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could as he rested his cock on her tongue and began sliding it inside. 

Jenny then closed her lips around the massive shaft and slowly took as much of it as she could, slowly letting it slip deeper and deeper into her mouth until it reached the opening of her throat.

At that point Bob pulled back until only the head of his cock remained in her mouth and then he thrust it back in again. He did this several times so that Jenny could get used to having a cock this size stretching her mouth open for so long. 

Bob really wanted to deep throat her and Jenny was of a mind to give it a try, but they both realized that this was just a lube job, being done in preparation for the main event, the much promised and long-awaited ass-fuck. 

So in anticipation for that, Bob slowly and regretfully pulled his long, swollen and angry red cock from between Jenny's hot, luscious lips and had her rise up to stand and bend over the hood of the car. 

Then he pulled the bottom of her thong swim-suit down and off her legs, getting her to step out of them, and, using more spit to lubricate his index finger, he pushed it into her butthole. 

Then he moved it around and around, stirring it like a ladle in a bowl of thick molasses, working it into a churning, soupy mix, while trying to spread the hole open further to make the penetration slightly easier.

Soon he added a second finger and then a third, and soon Jenny was moaning in blissful, agonizing ecstasy.

"Oh God, Bob," She cried out. "God, I am so ready, Bob! Please, please fuck me! Fuck me now, Bob!"

"This time, Jenny," He said. "This time, you've got it...you've got it all, babe!"

At that, Bob removed his fingers from jenny's ass and, keeping her cheeks pulled apart, he pushed his cock onto her ass pucker so that it was tightly pressed there for a moment. Then he pushed hard and slowly began to enter her anal passageway.

"Aargghh..." Jenny cried. "God, that's filling! "

"Yeah," Bob agreed. "But you can take it, right kiddo?"

"I think so, Bob" she answered. "I'll try, for you, dear. But please, dear. Don't stop! Keep fucking me! Please, please! Fuck the hell out of me, Bob! God, rip me a new asshole, darling!"

"That's my girl," he said lovingly, pushing even more of his cock into her ass as he tenderly caressed her sides and back. "I knew you had it in you!"

God, Jenny thought. I could really get to like this guy, a lot! He really treats me special, unlike everyone else I've been with who've only been there for the sex, this guy seems to like the whole package -- the sex, the emotions, the sensuality, everything involved in the lovemaking process. I could get lost in this if I could get it every day!

Lost in her thoughts like that, Jenny failed to realize that Bob's cock was suddenly all the way into her ass, his cock hairs now scratching her ass cheeks. All of a sudden there was an overwhelming fullness that came over her, and, with no other warning whatsoever, she came with a vengeance, flooding the insides of her fake pussy, which leaked through and dripped down her thighs and legs.

"Oh yes Bob," She cried. "Oh God, yes! I'm coming! I'm fucking coming! Keep fucking me, please!"

"You got it, Jenny," Bob cried. "But not for long. I'm about to come as well. Oh shit! Here I come. Oh yes, yes! I'm coming! Yes, bitch! Take my come, slut! God, you whore! Take it all, Jenny! Ugh, ugh, aaagghhh!"

Slowly, very, very slowly they both slid to the ground, gasping for breath, trying to regain some composure.

"God, Patrolman Sawyers," Jenny said. "That was something else. You were great, and a lot better than your boy, although your son was very good for a young buck himself, I must say."

"And I must say," Bob added. "That this time, my son had it pegged right, when he said you were the hottest chick he'd ever fucked. I'll even go so far as to say the hottest I've ever fucked, and that's saying something, as I've fucked a lot more than he has, including my wife!"

At that they both laughed as Bob helped Jenny up from the ground and dusted her off once she was standing.

"Well," he said. "I guess I'd better be going. I've been away from my duties long enough. Been lucky I haven't had any calls."

"Yes," Jenny said. "It was nice meeting you. And don't be a stranger. Junior has my number -- give me a call anytime."

"Sure, Jenny," He said with a laugh. "Anytime I can get away from the wife!" 

As he walked back to his bike, Jenny slipped back into the car. There she noticed Cindi eyeing her curiously.

"Well," she asked. "What are you looking at? I did what you asked -- no, what you said you'd do if we were to get married. What's up?"

"Nothing," Cindi replied, showing Jenny her cell phone.

"What's this," Jenny asked her.

"Oh, nothing much," Cindi said with a laugh. "Just some pictures of you and Bob I sent to Lori and the girls to maybe show your Mother."

"You what?!" Jenny shrieked.

"Well, gee girl," Cindi said. "You were having just too much fun out there. I needed to spice it up a little bit for you -- you know, put a little bit of remorse into you for wanting to have done the big nasty with the mean, old, copper, didn't I?"

And then I remembered the game and actually thought of all the fun I really had with Bob and realized I hadn't been ashamed or embarrassed one time at all out there with him. Indeed, it had gone beyond the game with Bob. Oh my God, I thought. What next?

"I don't care, Cindi," I said theatrically. "Let's get going to the theater."



Jenny Plays with the Big Girls Ch. 10



Below is part 10 of my story "Jenny Plays with the Big Girls". Sorry it took so long for this to come out, but the ideas are starting to take longer to come to me and the stories are taking longer to finish. Again, thanks for all the support and feedback offered during the writing process for this and my other stories.

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Nearly thirty minutes later, Cindy and Jenny finally arrived at the movie theater where they planned to somehow leave the money they had collected to pay for the damages incurred after last night's bacchanalian fiesta. 

They had left an anonymously written note apologizing for their role in the debacle, and hoped that, along with the $2000, it would be enough to appease the manager's ire.

"Alright, Jenny," Cindi said. "You take the envelope on inside and put it on top of the Manager's desk, pretty much in plain sight so it won't be too hard for him to find, okay?"

"Me? I've got to do this?" Jenny asked, with a squeal. "Why me? Why can't you do it?"

"Because I'm driving," Cindi replied. "Look, if we need to make a quick get-away, I'm a lot better driver than you are, and you know it. So I'll wait for you here. Besides, you know Lori would rather you handle such a delicate matter than me."

Realizing the truth in that statement, Jenny could only agree to complete the assignment at hand.

Reaching into the glove-box, Cindi pulled out a ten dollar bill.

"Here," she said. "Go up to the girl and buy a ticket for one of the films. Once inside, sneak off toward the management's office and, after making sure it's empty, put the money on his desk and leave. Easy as pie. Okay?"

"Okay, okay," Jenny said, though not happily. 

With that, she exited the car and purchased a ticket for 'Avatar'. At the window, the girl looked at her funny and said, "Don't I know you? Are you from around here?"

Looking back at her, Jenny replied, "I've only been here once before, and when I was, you weren't on duty. And no, I'm not from around here. You must have me confused with someone else."

"No, no, I'm sure it was you," she said insistently. "Are you in films or something like that? Maybe I saw you there?"

"No, it couldn't be that," Jenny answered. "I'm just a student at State, going into my Sophomore year next semester."

"Hmmm," She said, shaking her head in amazement. "So fucking familiar. Hard to believe. Well, enjoy the film."

"Thanks," Jenny replied. "Have a nice evening."

After buying a ticket for "Avatar", Jenny went into the theater, puzzling over the conversation she'd just had with the girl in the ticket booth. 

Once inside, after handing her ticket off to the ticket taker, who also seemed to eye her curiously, she veered off to the left, turning toward the restrooms, so as not to appear too suspicious. 

Seeing a hallway to the left of the restroom doors, Jenny began walking down it until she came to an open door marked *Manager*. 

Noticing it was empty, she went inside and saw a desk and chair, and a calendar on the wall. The desk was cluttered with papers, which gave it a completely professional appearance. 

She cleared a spot on the desk so that the envelope could be seen amidst all the clutter, put it down, then turned to leave. 

As she turned, she heard the door to the office close and her forward momentum caused her to bump into a rather large though quite handsome gentleman standing there before her. 

"Ah ha," he said. "My little strumpet has returned at long last. I thought perhaps I'd never see you again."

"Uh...umm..." Jenny stammered, not knowing at all what to say. "Really, I must be going now."

"Oh, please stay," the manager insisted. "You've only just arrived. It would be a pity if you left so soon. And we've so much to talk about -- really we do."

"Well, if you insist," Jenny answered, totally intimidated by this large, gorgeous man. "But really, I have no idea how you could know me. I've never met you before today, but you talk as if we've been acquainted for some time."

"I'm truly sorry about that, my dear," he replied. "Even though I've only known you for nearly all of a 24 hour period, I feel as if I've known you all my life, my love. 

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Hawthorne, Daniel Hawthorne. I am the Manager of this establishment. You are Jenny Watson, sexy transvestite brother of Lori Watson and friend to a girl named Cindi. How am I doing so far?"

"Oh my god," Jenny gasped, ready to faint. "How do you...did you...I don't understand."

"Oh, well you see, missy," Daniel started. "That little donnybrook you and your friends played out last night in the balcony here? You may have thought what happened up there was all done pretty much on the QT, but you see, I happen to have some quirks of my own, and one of them is voyeurism. 

"I really like peeking on certain people who try to hide what they don't want others to see. Usually, its just a bunch of kids necking and making out, and occasionally a bit more than that, but you guys last night, well, you really took it way past the next level, I must say. 

"Oh, and I should add here, the surveillance equipment I had installed there includes sound as well, so not only did I see everything but I heard it too. 

"So, as you can guess, I have watched that sucker all night, all day and the rest of this early evening. I can't tell you how many times I have cum just watching the things those boys did to you."

As Daniel continued talking, Jenny began shivering, both in lustful pleasure remembering the previous night's fun and games, and the fact that this handsome man had been sitting here watching them and was now aware of what they'd done last night as well. Slowly, he advanced on her while continuing his talk, noticing she remained where she was, almost trance-like.

Daniel's eyes began traveling up her body, stopping at each exciting point on its way to her face. 

"It's been a long time since I saw such a beautiful woman and in such a tiny bikini," he said. "That you aren't a real woman makes you doubly so." 

As he talked he was moving closer to her until he was just touching her with his body.

He leaned down and lifted her face up to his. His lips came down to cover hers. Jenny turned her face away. "Stop, Mr. Hawthorne" she protested. "What are you dong?"

"Kissing the sexist woman I have ever seen," he said. "And call me Daniel, please."

"Don't, Daniel, please," Jenny said. "Someone might come in."

Daniel noticed that she didn't put up much resistance. She was mostly worried that someone might catch them. He leaned over and locked the door and turned back to Jenny. 

He let his hands trail up her arms. He could feel the chills that passed over her body as his fingers touched her. He leaned forward again and kissed her. 

His fingers held her face straight when she tried to turn away. With a hand on each side of her face he turned her face upward until his lips covered hers again.

Jenny tried to move away but he held her in a firm grip. What was happening to her? She had never expected anything like this to happen when the girls asked her to deliver the money here. If Cindi had just come in with her, then none of this would have happened. 

Suddenly Daniel's lips found Jenny's and his mouth opened as his tongue began playing across her closed mouth.

Once again she tried to twist away but couldn't move. His body had now pushed her back against the locked door and Jenny could feel his hard cock pushing against her fake pussy, and he wasn't backing away.

Daniel kept the kiss going. His tongue pushed arduously against Jenny's mouth, asking her to open to him. He wasn't having much luck but it was fun and her fake nipples pushing against his sturdy chest were turning him on more and more.

He dropped his hands from her face and noticed she didn't make any effort to turn away. Jenny was beginning to really like the way he kissed her. It was a struggle not to give in and to just open her mouth and let him have his way. 

She hadn't even realized his hands had left her face until she felt them on her arms. Even then she didn't try to pull her mouth away, a fact Daniel recognized at once.

When his hands reached her shoulders, Daniel gently slid the straps that held her top from her shoulders. He backed away just enough to let the top slip down, almost baring her breasts to him.

Jenny felt the top slip and quickly broke the kiss and pushed him back. "Daniel! No! Don't do that."

Her hands held the top over her tits. He could see some of the nipple through her fingers. "Let me see you."

"NO!"

"Please?"

He sounded like a young boy begging for a toy. She laughed, despite the situation. "No. Someone might come in."

"Don't be daft!" he said. "You saw me lock the door. Nobody's going to be coming in. Come on, I've never seen fake tits on a boy before. Let me see them and I'll go back out and leave you alone." 

He reached for her hands that held the top up. Gently he pulled at them. At first Jenny resisted, then let him separate her hands until the top dropped to her waist. 

He pulled her hands farther apart until she was naked to her waist before him. "I knew they were going to be beautiful, just like the rest of you." He leaned forward and kissed the nipple of each one.

Jenny pulled his head away. "You promised." 

Then it was too late. Daniel pulled her body to him and brought his mouth down to hers. She turned her head away from his lips and he kissed the side of her neck. Another bad move on her part. Jenny's neck was one of her hot points and as soon as his lips found it he knew.

"See that wasn't so bad was it?" Jenny couldn't find her voice to talk. 

Daniel kissed her neck and ears until she was shaking. The next time he moved to kiss her lips she didn't back away. His lips found hers and when his tongue went searching her lips she simply opened her mouth to him. 

Jenny knew he could do anything he wanted to her now. His tongue was working her mouth over when he pulled the tiny blond girly-boy tighter to him. She could feel her fake tits touching his barrel chest and it was making her so very hot and ready for this man. 

Her arms seemed to move by themselves as they moved around his neck to pull his mouth even closer. The thought of sex with this man popped into her mind and she knew now that it had an overwhelming appeal all its own. 

She gave her body over to Daniel then. He could do what he wanted with her. "Daniel, Daniel. Please, please, take me, take me here, take me now." 

He broke the kiss but didn't release her. He could feel her shaking and knew that he had succeeded in seducing her. All he needed now was time and some room to work. 

Looking around his office, Daniel realized he'd picked the worst place to begin his seduction of this little morsel, but the more he thought on it, the more it became painfully clear that there was no other place here that was any more secure or available where they could get the job done, as it were.

Finally, not wanting to lose the moment, Daniel simply shrugged and pushed aside all the papers on his desk to the floor with an uncaring shove and lifted our hapless Jenny up onto it and lay her back onto it gently. As he did so, he easily slipped her bikini bottoms off her, without any protest from the girl. 

Jenny was, in fact, so far out of it, breathing harshly and staring up at the ceiling, that she was completely unaware of having been stripped of her last vestige of clothing. 

Daniel would have laughed at the sight, so amused was he at how this girly-boy had so easily and so quickly been turned into such a slut. Yes, it would have been funny if he weren't so turned on by the transvestite, and from watching the video of what they'd had him do the night before.

Jenny didn't know it, but Daniel had made a number of copies of the tape and sold them to movie houses all over the city where they were playing as a special presentation to sold-out audiences already, even after only 24 hours. 

He had blurred out the faces and bleeped out any mention of names, but the ass fucking, cum shots and golden showers were all visible in glorious Technicolor. And hearing the girly-boy begging for more was the creme-de-le-creme.

And now, here little Jenny had walked right back into his establishment, into his waiting arms, like Little Red Riding Hood to the Big Bad Wolf and there was no hunter around to protect her. Who would ever have guessed?

Slowly, methodically, Daniel began divesting himself of his clothes. First removing his jacket and tie, he then took off his shirt, shoes and pants. Finally, he slipped off his underwear, leaving only his socks on his feet. 

When Jenny saw the size of Daniel's cock as it protruded out from his loins as though it was some sort of lethal weapon taking aim at her, her breathing grew even more erratic and labored as she felt herself lusting even moreso for this man before her.

"Oh, God," Jenny gasped involuntarily, as her eyes took in the sight of such a massive delightful tool coming her way. "You're so big! What is it - nine inches?"

"Closer to ten, really," Daniel said, then added with a chuckle, "Though not quite, although if I keep looking at you long enough, I may get there." 

"Oh God, then please," she begged. "You've already got me so hot. Please, fuck me now, please, give me the fucking I need."

Looking down at her, Daniel was really not comfortable with this situation he was presented with. 

"Jenny," he said. "Let's get you off the desk for a moment."

When she was off and standing by it, he turned her so that her back was to him. Looking over her shoulder at him with a sexy smile, she then, after a gentle nudge from Daniel, settled herself down on the edge of the desk on her elbows so that her ass was pushed up into the air towards him. 

She wiggled her legs apart. She knew she was opened up for him. How wicked this was, how sinfully delightful!

He took in the sight before him. Just like that, her ass cheeks were wide open, exposing the pretty, dark pink anus.

Daniel grasped Jenny's ass cheeks and pulled them further apart, opening her up as much as possible. His thumbs gripped deep in the cleft of her ass, stretching the tender skin there. 

He leaned his torso forward and settled his still achingly hard cock into that valley, fitting it neatly between the plump cheeks so that the underside of his erection dragged across her anus.

Jenny had never felt so alive since these past two days when she'd started taking it up the ass, and it had become so much more enjoyable simply because she accepted that she was now Jenny. 

Daniel was in heaven, as well. Every inch of his cock felt electric. He dragged the length of it up and down her ass. Jenny was leaning deeply onto the desk, her head turned away from him so he could only see her golden blonde hair. 

He pulled down now, the head of his cock slipping deep into her ass cleft. He looked down and saw it poised right over her anus, his sensitive skin rubbing against the dark wrinkles of her hole.

"Mmmm, nice," Jenny murmured.

Her rosebud winked at him, like an offering to the gods. It was a feast, and he was determined to partake. He backed up and knelt behind her and began to lick the cheeks of her ass.

"Oh! What are you doing?" Jenny's squeal turned into a moan as he worked his tongue over her ass, moving ever inward. 

"No, Daniel," she said again with urgency. "No, honey, you can't dooooo that! Oh, fuck, it's too fucking dirty, sweetie! Nobody's ever done that to me before!" 

But she made no movement to stop him, her cries only encouraging him to continue. In fact, Jenny felt her hips move back towards him as Daniel traveled the last inch to come into contact with that dirtiest of places. 

He felt the wrinkled skin under his tongue and rejoiced in the feel of it. It tasted a little bitter, but then sweet as well, the feel of Jenny's asshole. He worked around it with his tongue, the rim of muscles bunching against him. Then it pushed against her, and wondrously slipped inside, stimulating her anus on all sides at once.

"Ohhhhhh... Fuuuuuuuck, you sweet, sweet man!!" Jenny moaned.

Her anus captured his tongue and held it there, as he lovingly rimmed her out. Daniel had never done this before, but it felt so natural, so perfect with this woman, this...this...girly boy. He could think of nowhere else he would ever want to be but settled between Jenny's ass cheeks. 

As for Jenny, her dick was pulsing under her fake pussy, and she was continuously groaning into her folded arms, pushing her ass out, fucking against his mouth as Daniel started pushing in and out with his tongue.

It was like a miniature cock inside her, so insistent, moving back and forth within her. Soon, Jenny found herself, almost against her will, pulled over the edge of an incredibly intense orgasm.

"Oh fuck, Daniel! Oh, oh, oh, OHHHHHHHHH!"

She writhed and shivered under his tongue and fingers, the orgasm ripping through her like a hurricane. She pushed hard against him, deep-seating his tongue even further inside her ass, then collapsed down onto the desk, feeling his tongue slowly slip from out of her ass.

"Oh. Oh. Oh, shit, Daniel," Jenny cried. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" 

Her breath came in ragged gasps. He leaned his face sideways against her ass, the hot skin like the best cushion in the world.

"It just came naturally, Jenny," Daniel replied with a grin. "You inspired me, that's all."

"Well, if that's natural to you, I'd hate to see what kinky is," she giggled, and they both found themselves laughing. 

Standing once again, Daniel lodged his massive cock in Jenny's ass cheeks, then lay himself over her prone body. Looking back, she locked eyes with him.

"Kiss me, you wonderful man," she smiled.

Daniel leaned into her, that tongue that had just been up her ass now probing forcefully between Jenny's lips. She tasted herself on him, a thought that up until now would have disgusted her. But how could she deny him, this man who had given her so wonderful an experience?

"Now," Jenny said, in a voice of exasperation. "Can we finally get around to fucking?"

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Mr Hawthorne," someone called out. "Mr. Hawthorne, the manager of the Pussy-Cat theater is here about the film you mentioned you had for him. Mr. Hawthorne."

"Film?" Jenny asked.

"Oh yes," Daniel answered. "Did I forget to mention that you and your friends have become the cause celebre in the porn circuit ever since last night's movie was made. Your film has made you guys the hottest ticket item since Deep Throat!"

"Oh shit," Jenny said woefully. "And Mother's still in town!"