5 comments/ 77116 views/ 20 favorites Virgin Ch. 01 By: SissyKirsty Turning twenty-one next week and still a virgin, is it really that sad? Not a kiss-less virgin at least, but I'm not sure if a drunken kiss with some random girl a few years ago at a random party goaded on by the crowd counts. Almost everyone kissed everyone that night, most more than once, but just the once for me. She was really short and average looking...it was pretty messy and quick, not a good kiss in my opinion, not how I hoped a kiss would be. It's not like I couldn't get any, I'm sure I could get some. I just don't go out and try enough. I don't try at all actually. A computer with an internet connection, saliva, some tissues, and my hand is all I need. I'm moving into a place of my own in seven days, but it's more like I'm being kicked out. Well, sort of. The place I'm moving into is one my parents' properties that they rent out. The agreement is that I pay half the normal rent and my own living expenses. It's to teach me responsibility and get me working more than twice a week. Flipping burgers at the local hamburger joint on weekends and having the entire week to laze around was pretty sweet. They know that won't pay enough if I want to continue living comfortably with this new arrangement, though. I haven't spoken to anyone from high school in over three years and never went to college so the only friendships I have are fleeting online ones. Online computer games, various internet forums, television shows, movies, porn; there's a lot of stuff you can waste your time on if you have the time to do so. That sums me up, I guess. Maybe I fit the mould of a basement dwelling loser, but I don't think that's what I seem like on the exterior... __________________________________________________ Twenty-one already and my birthday gift is a pleasant kick in the bum into a new life it seems. I'm still working at the local burger joint and haven't worked out what I'm going to do for money. I have enough saved up to last me about a month and a half and on top of that I need to get simple things such as plates, knives, glasses, a microwave, a sofa and other useless shit that I couldn't be bothered buying. Oh shit, and internet too. I download a lot of stuff. They at least gave me the bed I've slept in all my years and I have my TV, computer, and gaming consoles. My wardrobe is pathetic now that I come to think of it, a few old loose shirts and an assortment of sweat pants, pyjamas and my work clothes. 'Well, that about does it,' says Dad as he closes the boot of the family station wagon. We had just finished moving all my stuff into my new house, him doing most of the work with carrying in the bed, work desk, TV and the old fridge we had in the garage. I'm not the most athletic of twenty one year olds and don't take after my father in the muscle department very well. The gym and I don't mix and as far as sports go I only ever played a bit of soccer on weekends when I was younger. 'Yeah, thanks for the help. See ya, Dad.' 'Don't let your mother down.' Just like him to leave that hanging as the last words spoken as he drives off. With seven suburbs between my new home and my old one, and without a license or car, I don't think I'll be visiting or seeing my parents and siblings very often, unless they see me at work. Fuck, work will take me three different buses to get to now that I think of it. 'Hey there, what's up? It's about time someone moved in to this place.' The voice came from behind me as I made for the door. I spin around and see a stranger. He looks youthful, but is definitely older than me. 'Hi, umm. Nothing much. Who are you?' I laugh a little. He is now half way up the pathway from the front gate to the doorstep where I stand. 'Just a friendly neighbour, but not your neighbour for long I'm afraid. See that house over there across the street.' He gestures and I look. 'Yeah, that's where I live, umm, lived. Just broke up with the girlfriend a few days ago you see and I need a new place pronto.' I quickly realise what he is getting at, 'so you think living across the road from her is a good idea?' 'Look, buddy, I've lived here for two years now, it's close to the shops and my mates live close by. The bitch's parents bought her the house and I've got one more day to pick up my things and leave before she starts burning shit.' I snicker, 'Hah, what have you done to get her so mad?' 'C'mon, bro, you know how temperamental chicks can be. I was the one who ended it and she thinks it's because something is going on with me and one of her friends. Thing is, I'm just sick of putting up with her bullshit and need a change in my life.' 'Yeah, I know what you mean.' I actually don't, my interactions with women are very rare, but I don't want him to know that. It all seems perfect now, I can split the rent with this guy, which is already only half thanks to the generosity of my parents, meaning that I don't have to pay anything. So long as they don't find out. 'So, you got space for a roommate?' he asks. 'You know what, I do. This will take some pressure off me financially and you seem nice enough.' 'Sick. My name's Bradley, but you can call me Brad, what's yours?' 'I'm Craig. Good to meet you Brad. Some birthday this has turned out to be, not only moving in to a new place but now I have a new roommate. Hah.' 'Nice! Happy birthday, man. How old are you turning and what've you got on tonight?' 'Twenty one, nothing planned I'm afraid. Been too busy moving in and still gotta set up inside. Gonna be tired as fuck.' I had to come up with something and that wasn't really a lie anyway. Truth is I have no friends to spend my birthday with. I don't want this guy to think I'm some loser already. 'No fucking way. You gotta do something for your twenty first, dude. I'm gonna take you out for some drinks and I'll help with the house tomorrow. First thing first, help me carry some of my stuff over.' 'Yeah, ok, sure.' I quickly reply with a shrug of the shoulders. __________________________________________________ I was three drinks in and already feeling it pretty heavy. He slapped me on the back and called me a lightweight and laughed. This was my first time at a bar and felt way out of my comfort zone. What I would give to just be back home, watching an episode of family guy or playing some call of duty. 'Watch and learn,' Brad whispers into my ear as he gets up off his stool and approaches a cute blonde girl in a tight red skirt with a glass of wine in her hand. He is very cool and calm about it and exudes confidence. I can't hear what they are saying, but I can see her smiling instantly. They move from the bar and start dancing. I feel lost now and order another drink. 'Hey, Craig. What are you doing, bro? It's been like half an hour and all you've done is just sit there sipping away at that beer like a girl.' Yeah, whatever, beer actually tastes like crap to me so I secretly don't care what he says. 'I don't know. I'm happy here at the bar listening to the music.' 'Fuck that. Talk to some ladies. It's your birthday, you gotta live it up a little!' It was easy for him to say. He is taller, older, has cool facial hair, is more muscular, and is well dressed and groomed. He is some mix of Puerto Rican and European which makes for dynamite aesthetics. How could I compare to that? I'm just your average white guy. Thankfully the night ended early after that blonde's boyfriend showed up. I say thankfully, but that only really applies to me. Brad was pretty pissed off about it. I didn't want a confrontation and talked him into backing down and coming back home. It was my birthday after all and he respected my wishes. __________________________________________________ I avoided going out after that. I'm just too lazy and enjoy the confines of the indoors. It's easy and comfortable. I always declined when Brad asked if I want to come out and do something. He figured me out after a few weeks and didn't really talk to me much from then on. I lied about how much the rent was so he ended up covering my half of the internet and bills too. He's too trusting and didn't bother to ask for any papers and gave me the cash. This allowed me to quit my job flipping burgers on the weekends and when questions were asked about where I got the money for my half from I lied again and said I have some money saved up from winning fifty thousand dollars off a scratchy ticket. Lucky me! It was an adjustment, but it worked out for the better. Brad didn't really like me and thought I was a loser, but he didn't bother me as he was pleased with the set up he had here too. I was cool with his drug use and his friends coming over every now and then. No more work and best of all, no more annoying parents and siblings to nag or bother me! Shit was cash. __________________________________________________ Good things never last is something I've heard people say. The lies came back to bite me in the ass when my parents decided to come around for a visit three months later. Brad was home and they were going to be here any minute. I was all out of ideas. 'Brad, I have something to tell you. This is actually my parents' house and they pay half the rent. If they find out about the set up we have going here they will kick me out, and that will include you too. I didn't win any money on a scratch ticket. I'll have nowhere to go. Please forgive the lie and leave before they get here.' He glared at me. 'What the fuck, Craig. You slimy piece of shit! What the fucking fuck?' I mouthed the word please without speaking. 'Ok, I'll disappear for now, but we'll talk about this later.' He didn't look too impressed. With all of Brad's possessions filling out the house it looked like I was doing pretty well for myself and passed it off to my parents as all my own stuff. I made up a lie that I was working some office job, we had dinner and they said they were proud of me. Cringe. __________________________________________________ The next day came too soon. Brad came bursting through the front door in a white singlet and black gym shorts. He was sweating from a hardcore session at the gym and his body was full of testosterone. I explained to him all the lies and how he was paying more than he needed to for rent so I could cover my half of the bills. 'Here is what is going to happen you pussy ass virgin fuck,' he said with detest. I interjected, 'Hey, I'm not a virg-' 'Get fucked you're not a virgin, I may have fallen for your lies, but I ain't that fucking stupid. You are one soft ass virgin.' I blushed with embarrassment. 'And here is how you are going to make it up to me and how we'll move forward. Sit the fuck down.' He pushed me on to the sofa. I looked at him stunned with confusion as he reached for his shorts. He pulled out a half erect, half soft cocoa brown cock. It was already much bigger than mine when at full mast. 'Craig, suck my cock.' I looked up at him in disbelief, not saying a word. I couldn't help darting my eyes back down to his cock every few seconds. My face went even redder as he noticed me looking and smiled. 'No need to say anything. I followed your parents home last night so I know where they live. I got your little balls in the palm of my hand. I need some form of payment and I know you are broke as fuck, so get sucking!' I backed away, this situation was fucked. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. His cock moved by itself, pointing a little further upwards towards me. It was getting bigger. Brad moved closer. I could now feel the heat of his body. 'Craig, no one will know. It's just a piece of skin. You wouldn't make a big deal of sucking a finger, would you? I've got needs and you have a problem.' He was right. It was either suck his cock or get kicked out on to the streets and work. A quick suck on an appendage until he was happy and it would be over. This is completely rational. It's the easier option. I always take the easy option. It's what I do... I slowly focused my gaze on to his cock and moved my hand towards it. I could feel his eyes staring down on me heavily. 'That's the way,' he says, encouraging me. I grip the thick of it. It's incredibly warm, soft and hard all at the same time. It grows ever so slightly - I gasp - he chuckles. I retain my grip as his body moves to the chuckle. I zero in on the beast with my face. I'm trembling and can hear my own heart beat. I'm so nervous I could cry. I close my eyes and make the softest of whimpers. With great hesitation and care my lips part and I ease it into my mouth. 'Watch the teeth, amateur. God, you're such a virgin.' I stick my tongue out a bit further and make my mouth wider in order to please him. I've never even had my dick sucked before and he can tell. He is right with what he says about me being a virgin, but it still stings all the same. I just wish he wasn't so mean spirited about it. His left hand grips the side of my head and helps guide me further into this new experience. New waves of shock and embarrassment wash over me again and again. Torrents of emotions gush through my very being. This now counts as the most intimate and sexual experience of my life and it involves my mouth and a buff man's cock. Disbelief, shame, regret. I feel weak and helpless. I have to release more saliva from my body on to his in order to lubricate his growing cock. More emotions... strange ones... pride, a sense of achievement, as it gets harder in my mouth. Why do I feel this way? I hope to God he didn't see me smile for that short moment. I now have his fully erect penis in my mouth. I can't reach his cropped pubic hair with my nose and don't intend to – alas, he tries to make that happen just as I think of it. Both hands are now wrapped around my skull. They feel strong and huge and push me in closer. I moan out a pathetic sound in protest. 'C'mon, Craig, you're doing so well.' I'm doing well? Those strange emotions again. Why? His words bring out the best effort I can muster. I fight with the size. I suck in a deep breath through my nose as gasping for air through my mouth is useless at this point. He smells like the very essence of man; sweat and shorts and gym. Hairs tickle my nostrils and my throat has a visitor; a big meaty, throbbing visitor. He releases his hands and I jerk back and take in a deep gasp of air through my mouth. After the oxygen fills my lungs and the blood streams to my brain I immediately dive back in, welcoming his penis within the warm and moist embrace of my mouth once again. I don't know what is happening. There's no going back, is there? 'Mmmhhng,' Brad deeply moaned, 'you're such a FUCKING faggot. Look at this, you're totally sucking my cock.' I didn't even stop. I could feel the heat of the skin on my face as it flushed in embarassment. I heard the words he said. They cut through me like a searing hot blade fresh from the furnace. I did not stop. I continued sliding up and down on his turgid pulsating penis, knowing and fully realising what he was saying. I did not even stop. 'You nasty little bitch, are you actually enjoying this?' My mouth remained wrapped around it as I tilted my head and eyes upwards to his face. His eyes pierced through mine like daggers in the wind, reaching deep into my soul. His smile was sickening and gut-wrenching, it was as if he had his hand tightly gripped around my heart. My body started to shake. I looked away and continued working the shaft. My eyes began to fill with a few tears as he began to chuckle with satisfaction. I can feel my cock twitch. A stirring in my loins is taking place and I don't think I'm ready for this. I feel violated and all my senses betray me. Things begin to get messy. I can hear loud suction noises coming from the interactions of my mouth and Brad's mighty tool. A mixture of fluids are dripping from the sides of my lips. I'm not sure if I was trying to take on too much too fast, or if it was Brad's doing, as his cock pops out of its new home. I immediately shove it back into my mouth without thinking. 'You truly are a bona fide sissy virgin faggot. I don't think you have even made out with a girl, have you?' He is right, I haven't even properly made out with a girl before, yet here I am making love to his cock. I remain sheepish and silent. I tremble. 'Lick my balls,' he commands. I obey. My arms feel weak now and I lift his penis up with some effort to access his large hanging sack with my tongue. One of his balls pops into my mouth. It rolls around inside my mouth as my tongue twirls and swirls around it. It feels so delicate and vulnerable, yet powerful all at once. I make room for the other ball to slide into my mouth. This is the source of Bradly's manhood, this is where his sperm live, this is where his children will come from... and it's in my mouth! The wrinkly sensation of his sack gently fills the walls of my mouth and I'm overwhelmed by the musky scent and salty taste of it all. He grabs my arm and flings it away, making me lose grip of his penis. It slaps down on my face and I say goodbye to the balls in my mouth, returning to the main player, licking it underneath, eventually reaching the head and pay great attention to it. It swells and my cock responds in kind, standing up at attention, pushing against my underwear. My dick is actually hard over this. I feel so lost and trapped. It feels stupidly small too. Here I am giving my mouth to a much larger and stronger man, pleasuring him, and my own cock, which pales in comparison to his, is dripping with pre cum, soaking my underwear. I squirm. I feel so... inferior. 'Uuhhng, you're going to love this. I want you to open up and finish the job,' Brad grunted. I locked my lips around the bell end. Up, down, up, down. Release more saliva. He now took control. Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down he went with his hips and cock with greater speed. My tongue encased his powerful member and I tried to hold on as the movements became wild and sporadic. I could feel the build up in the length of his penis, the rush of blood to the tip. He was about to cum. 'Take it. Taste it. Taste my seed, you sly little bitch. I'm cummiiingghhe-' A hot splash at the back of my throat as the fluid exploded from Brad's body. Cum streamed onto my taste buds as it ricocheted off the walls in my mouth. His cock popped out and continued spitting all over my face, covering my hair, my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks, my nose, my chin in white strips of liquid, only to return back into my mouth where the rest was deposited. I kept him in my mouth until the last squeeze and it began to soften, milking every last drop. I always thought cum is bitter, but this was oh so sweet and filled me with an indescribable warmth. Slippery too; it slid around on my tongue. 'Swallow it.' I was already gulping it down before he could finish the sentence. He laughed a cruel laugh that made me shudder. He moved two large fingers to my hair and wiped some off and fed it to me. I sucked his fingers hard, feeling the bone. He had to jerk his hand away. 'Now that was a good headjob. Clean yourself up and don't waste any.' And as quick as that his shorts were sliding back up, unfairly hiding his cock away from me and stepped away. I knew what he meant about not wasting any, but he left me alone, kneeling on the couch, my face and mouth wet, messy and ravaged from the ordeal. He had left the room now and wasn't even looking. I could just wash it off in the sink and he wouldn't know. Yet I gathered his sweet seed ever so carefully with my fingers. I licked it up and cleaned it off my fingers. I savoured it, not wasting a morsel just as he wanted. I'm so confused. I felt used, I felt empty, and I felt alone. For some reason I wanted him to be here with me as I curled up into a ball on the sofa and lay there – wondering, waiting for what would happen next... Virgin Ch. 02 Sunlight creeps through the blinds. It's unwanted. Morning has come too soon. My brain is swimming with images from my dreams, my dreams haunted by what happened the day before. Thoughts fade away and then return in brilliant detail only to fade away again. All I see is Brad's penis and I. I want it to go away. To disappear like nothing happened. It's unrelenting. I think I'm going to be sick... My legs feel weak. I can barely hold myself together as I stand over the sink, waiting for the terrible feeling in my stomach to go away. Nothing comes out. I feel like I want to vomit but there is nothing to vomit. Is this all psychological? I hear footsteps - my roommate – my heart skips. The doorknob squeaks. The bathroom door begins to open. I look down at my feet immediately. Nothing could be worse than eye contact right now. I'm in a very fragile state emotionally and can't handle him looking at me. He says nothing yet. I can hear him walk around me towards the toilet. From the corner of my eye I see him tilt his body and crook his head around in an attempt to look at my face. I quickly turn my head the other way, keeping my eyes squarely fixed to the ground. 'Well, good morning to you too,' Brad speaks. 'Are you ashamed about something, Craigy? What's the matter, babe?' I say nothing. I'm still looking away. I can hear him pissing into the toilet bowl now. I hear the urine splash into the water in one long continuous stream. It makes me think of his cock. I move ever so slightly to look behind me but I stop myself. I dare not look. Or rather, I dare not let him see me look, I'm sure his eyes are trained on the back of my head. I can feel them. Why am I still in the bathroom while he is peeing? I make for the door. An arm comes swinging around me. He holds me in place with just one arm wrapped around me between my neck and chest. I try to jerk forward towards the door and quickly feel stupid for trying. He must think I'm really weak. 'Now wait just a minute. What the fuck are you doing, bitch? You think you are going to ignore me?' he says surprised, just inches away from me. He isn't wearing any pants! I can tell because I can feel his cock as it freely moves about as he presses up close to me when he speaks. I squirm, trying to get out of this situation. This is bad, he has full control. I don't know what to do. To my surprise hardly any time passes and he releases me. It feels suspicious so I slowly take a few steps forward. I open the door, as I do I turn my head around. My eyes are met with his semi-erect cock that already puts mine to shame. It glistens with a few traces of piss still. He didn't shake properly. I've been staring at it for a while now... my face goes red and my eyes dart up to his. He gets what he wants and instantly smiles, even if it was for just a moment. He saw it coming. He found out whatever it was he wanted to know and I looked away as fast as I could, running out of the bathroom. I've locked myself in my bedroom now. He could probably kick down the door if he wanted to, but luckily he has to go to work soon so I calm down, just a bit. The next fifteen minutes takes forever. I just lay there, my back up against the door for some form of extra security and peace of mind. It makes enough sense to me and helps with the nerves. Finally I hear the house door slam shut and the click of the lock. Nothing could sound better. I step outside of my room, as if stepping onto a new planet. Upon realising that the coast is clear I settle. I'll see what's on TV. __________________________________________________ It's not even eleven am yet and I hear the doorbell ring. My heart sinks. He should still be at work, surely. I carefully peek through the shades to see who's there. A man is walking away back to his truck. He has left a package and a letter at the doorstep. I wait for him to drive off and then hurriedly grab them and take them inside. The package is a pretty large, heavy rectangular box and I struggle to bring it in so the door bangs loudly as a result of my frantic behaviour. I sit down on the sofa. The envelope is blank. I open it and inside it the paper reads: 'You know what to do.' Below that is an address. Shit. That's my parent's address. The box stands just where I left it, in all its inanimate glory, silently inviting me to uncover its secrets. For a moment I contemplate not opening it. It's got to be Brad, though, and this is obviously a reminder that he knows where my parents are. I can't afford having them find out I've been bludging this whole time. I'll be out on the streets. Sigh. I open the box and inside the box is another box, a glory box. Opening the glory box reveals a host of contents. I notice the clothes first. I see stockings, high heels, a skirt, blouse, lingerie. I spot a wig. No. This isn't happening. This is NOT happening. The fuck is he thinking? What am I thinking? There is no further instruction anywhere in the box. There are ladies razors and shaving gel, tweezers, lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, and eye shadow. There's so much stuff. Why am I still looking through it? 'You know what to do.' The words float around in my mind. What to do, that much is obvious, but why and what for? That is my dilemma. I argue with myself inside my head. I'm scared of Brad and what he might do. The lack of instructions has put me on edge and I'm dreading his arrival home at five. He's always had a sick sense of humour. Maybe if I just play along we can have a laugh and call it even. It will mean I can keep on living the life I want to; no work, no socialising, no worries. He just wants to me to look like a bitch and make fun of me, but hey, that's not too bad. I start with his trimmer in his room, not the glory box. I'm pretty sure he only uses it for his facial hair and pubic hair, but if I'm going to shave all over I think this is where I should start. I accidentally do my arm pits too. Was that really necessary? May as well go all the way, I guess. After a nice shit I spend a good two hours in the shower with the razor and shaving gel. By the end of it my entire body is smooth, including my balls and ass. It felt strange being hairless all over and having a hairy ass, so I did my ass crack too. No hair made my dick look bigger which was a nice change. But that isn't saying much. All things considered, I could never take mine seriously after seeing Brad's. Hot water trickles down my hairless body. I can't help but rub my hands over the newly smooth body parts. I can't decide what feels better, the feel of it on my hands or the feel of it on my legs and ass, on my chest, on my groin. It all feels so unexpectedly good. My body is very soft and smells very girly from the scented body wash, shampoo and conditioner I found in the box. After drying off I get a rude shock checking the time. It's two thirty in the afternoon already. I start with the provided dark pink-red nail polish on my toenails. It gets a little clumpy on the first nail I do and I can't find any nail polish remover. How long does nail polish last? What's done is done. I finish the rest of the nails and my finger nails too with improvement. I don't do too bad a job with it after all. This now brings me to the hard part, the makeup. I have no idea how to do this and there is so much stuff here; blush, foundation, concealer, moisturiser and more, so I retreat to the computer for direction. Google always has the answers. I use the tweezers to shape my eyebrows a tiny bit. I'd already shaved my face in the shower. Not that it needed much work, for some reason it doesn't see much growth and it doesn't come close to as thick as Brad's. I proceed to cleanse, tone and moisturise my face. Everything I need is in the glory box. I brush some light cream coloured foundation over my face. It matches my skin and blends in perfectly with my neck. I finish that off with some powder. I move on to the hardest part, the eyes. The eye shadow is easy enough. It's dark and black with a purple tinge and softens my face. The eyeliner is a bitch. I'm scared of slipping and drawing all over my face, but I eventually get there, making a good job of it I feel. The difference is immediately identifiable in the bathroom mirror and it's dramatic. My eyes look larger and the blue in my eyes really sticks out. A scissor like contraption called an eyelash curler make my lashes curve up. Mascara then adds volume and length to the lashes. The lipstick is the same pink-red of the nail polish. I smack my lips about, spreading the colour over my lips. The pencil that is apparently lip liner seems pointless, but I apply it anyway, outlining my lips. I seal the deal with some lip gloss which gives it a shine. I'm a good learner. I'm pretty good at this. A smattering of blush to the sides of my face is the final icing on the cake and that's it! All done! My cheekbones look more slender, my lips full, my face very clear and smooth. Most of all my eyes pop! White stockings with pretty red bows at the top are the first item of clothing I put on. They reach half way up my thighs and feel amazing on my bare skin. Next I slide on silky red panties, the white frilly outlining tickling me as they go up, it snugly encases my genitals. The matching bra goes on next, not forgetting the gel breast forms that fit perfectly in place. Brad has a sick sense of humour. I wriggle the red skirt on. It wraps around my hips and flares out, hiding the small bulge in my pants. A creamy white long sleeved silky blouse is next. It has a deep v neck cut and black buttons down the middle. It looks simple and elegant. I tuck it into my skirt. I wear the red scarf tightly around my throat and it hangs down the middle of my breast where the cut in my blouse is. I look at the wig. My natural hair is a light brown and the wig kind of matches that except I would say it's a light brown blonde colour. It's long, wavy, and bouncy and drapes the sides my face, the fringe teasing my eyebrows. Crunch time... I look in the bathroom mirror and – gasp - I've pulled it off! I look... curvy and petite. I complete the look with three inch red heels. The shoe magically fits and my back arches as soon as I stand up, sticking my butt out. I make for Brad's room to see myself in a full length mirror and am forced to walk one foot in front of the other like a girl. Effeminate. It's the only thing I can think or say right now as I look into the full length mirror, turning my body to the right side and then the left. I spin around and check myself out from the back. My ass looks huge! I slide my hands all over my body, tracing the curves of my ass and legs, legs that look super fucking sexy now. This is incredibly strange, I wouldn't mind the girl I see in the mirror in all honesty. I've gone too far... Brad wanted me to dress as a girl so I'd match the horrible words he was calling me earlier; bitch, sissy, pussy... but this was surely over the top. I better tone it down a bit. Crap. The time is a quarter to five already? What the fuck? There's no time, he'll be here very soon. __________________________________________________ I tidy up as best I can and it's now five. Brad's car is rumbling down the drive way. I see some jewellery that I didn't notice earlier in the glory box when I go to close it. There's not much time to contemplate so I dive in with my hands, putting them through red and pink bangles that sit on my wrist. A red collar finds its way around my neck and I have to put the scarf back in place. The door lock churns. He's here. What do I do? Where do I go? Time is up. I close the glory box as he opens the door and sees me turn around to face him. Our eyes meet. He smiles and nods his approval. I don't know what to say and keep quiet. 'Dressing the part isn't so bad, is it, pussy?' He now laughs. 'It's ok, you've passed, and with flying colours might I add. Your little secret is now safe with me.' I'm not sure what secret he is talking about. That I'm not working and that a roommate is paying the rent and bills? Little secret... I'd say that's a pretty BIG secret I'm keeping from my parents. Or... is he talking about last night? He says it's my little secret, but wouldn't sucking his cock be OUR secret? I'm so confused. 'I brought you a present,' says Brad, as he steps into the kitchen and grabs a wine glass, 'a nice bottle of shiraz for you.' I sit down on the sofa when he begins to pour the red wine into the glass on the kitchen counter. I suddenly realise how god damn hungry I am. I've been so busy all day with the contents of that glory box that I haven't even had time to think about food, let alone eat. The smell then hits me like a semi trailer when Brad opens up the pizza box. Words come out of my mouth without much thought. 'Thank you so much. I'm fucking starving.' I get up off the sofa and nearly trip myself on the heels trying to walk too fast. He laughs. I'm too hungry to care. No time for plates. I grab a slice and eat over the box. 'Careful now, we wouldn't want to make a greasy mess of all your hard work.' He's talking about me. He pushes the glass of red towards me. I don't want to refuse and get him mad so I take a big gulp of it and wash a mouthful of pizza down with it. He is now preparing himself a cocktail over at his liquor table that I'm not allowed to touch. He's making his favourite, a black Russian, vodka and kahlua. 'Take it easy, Crissy. There's plenty of wine for you,' Brad tells me. He tops my glass up with more and sips his own beverage. 'Excuse me?' I reply. 'What's wrong, Crissy?' 'That. What you're calling me. Crissy,' making an air quotes gesture when saying Crissy. 'What the fuck?' He laughs. 'I don't know. You look more like a Crissy than a Craig. Got a problem?' He is now staring me down. I say nothing and don't argue any further. I've gone as far as I'm willing to go with this. He's mixed the name Craig with sissy. How demeaning. We finish off the pizza and are now sitting on the sofa with some game show playing on the television, our drinks sitting on the coffee table. I'm now on my third glass of wine and feeling light headed. I'm not a drinker. Brad's moved on to scotch in a glass tumbler. Conversation has been limited and frivolous, mostly about what we are watching. The game show host thinks he's hilarious and is really fucking annoying. 'Being a girl suits you, you know. Soft little pussy like you, a virgin, likes the indoors,' says Brad. I don't know what to say in reply to that so silence follows and I look away from him and focus hard on the television. He gets up and speaks. 'Fuck this show.' He turns it off and turns on the stereo system, his stereo system. It's actually an awesome set up that he owned and took from his ex-girlfriend's place when he moved in with me. The sound and bass it gives off fills the entire room. 'Crissy, you've been fucking me over. Big time.' He is right. 'I don't like lying little bitches, so for tonight you play it my way.' This isn't fair. I already sucked his dick last night when he got home from the gym. I protest. 'Dude, I've done enough. Last night, when I sucked your cock, today, dressing up like this.' I gesture, waving my hands over myself. 'And what do you expect? Me to continue being the only one working and paying while you lay about the house rubbing your cock all day?' He has a point. 'Get up and dance.' 'Dance?' I question back. He grabs me by the wrist, causing my bangles to clink, and drags me up to a standing position. The music is slow and rhythmic. I generally avoid dancing. I remember my high school formal mostly featuring me and a chair, but I didn't drink anything that time. I finish off my glass of red with my free hand, he hasn't let go of me. He is still taller than me, even in three inch heels, and he places my left arm on his shoulder, my other hand interlocks with his out to the side, his right hand finds a place flat on the small of my back. He leads. He makes eye contact and I look back into his eyes properly for the very first time. We sway back and forth in a circle, only speaking with our eyes and the movements of our bodies. I feel very femme dancing like this in these clothes as I get lost in the deep bass of the music and it's sensual lyrics. The song ends, the next song plays. He places both my hands up on to his shoulders around his neck now, placing his on either side of my waist, just touching the top of my ass. He pulls me in closer, my hips sway side to side under the influence of his hands. I'm in a very relaxed state thanks to the wine and the music. This is actually kind of... nice. He brings me in even closer and I can feel the heat of him, pressed up against my body, the silky blouse and red skirt rubbing up against my skin. It feels wrong and right at the same time. I can't lie, it feels good. Our eyes lock once more, this time it is more intimate. His fingers slide down, firmly taking hold of my soft ass cheeks. He is so strong. He lifts me up just a tad with his hands cupped around my bottom and dips his head, his lips approach mine. Now just an inch away, I can feel his breath on mine, I close the distance and shut my eyes. I don't know why, it just happens. My first real kiss with anyone ever! Be it girl or boy... His lips wrap around mine, our mouths open and his tongue teases mine. My tongue answers back. It's magic, the way his lips connect with mine. Somehow, among all of the dizziness and the clinging to him like a life line, something inside me changes, never to be reversed. This new feeling could be dwelled upon later, because, for now, I was content to feel his breath come and go with mine. The song ends and the next one starts. I may have sucked his cock the night before, but this feels more damning. Prostitutes suck cock, they don't give passionate kisses. This is going beyond just a meaningless sexual act. I still don't break the kiss, I continue with it, revelling in his embrace as he gropes and kneads my ass with his hands. I feel guilt and shame. This is not what a man does, this is not what I should be doing. But I feel secure and safe. I feel sexy. And most deranged of all, I feel like a girl. He lifts me up by the ass completely off the ground now and breaks the kiss. I don't know what I'm doing, this needs to stop, but for some reason I want more. I retighten my grip around his shoulders and neck and wrap my legs around him. He's so strong. The weight of both our bodies doesn't even faze him. He walks us over to the sofa and throws me on my back, our bodies still linked together. Our lips meet once more and we passionately make love with our mouths and tongues. I can taste the hard liquor that he's been drinking. I've never had a woman before and here I am with another man, giving him my kiss. It's hot, it's wet, it's slippery. I feel like I'm falling into a deeper and deeper hole that I can't get out of as I get lost in the moment. His body is grinding up against mine. I can feel his hardening cock rub up against my pubic region, rubbing against my manhood, dwarfing what I call my cock, which is now straining against the silky red panties. My body instinctively pushes back up against his. Things are getting wilder by the second. His hands are wandering all over my body, caressing me, finding their way up my skirt, gently sliding around my thighs. It feels amazing. The tip of my cock moistens. He breaks the kiss again. I make a wanting breathy noise, half way between a gasp and a sigh. He finally speaks. 'I want you to admit it.' His hands are still exploring my body, causing my back to arch and body to squirm whilst looking up at him. 'Admit that you want me. Admit you are a faggot.' If he hadn't already realised how flushed my face was, he would notice now. I'm lost for words in a sea of embarrassment. Virgin Ch. 03 My last thoughts before I fell asleep were that I was now his, a thought that has washed away since and been replaced with shame as I wake with a pillow in my face. Shame, shame, and more shame. Why did I do what I did? What possessed me so? I kissed another man! I let him grind up against me and dry hump me. I even grinded back! I sucked his cock and came whilst doing it... I was drunk and dressed as a girl and have never had sex before, maybe I'm just a horny guy that was influenced by alcohol and the perverse circumstances!? I'd like to think I'm still a man, so long as I continue on as one. Ok. Maybe I did suck his cock. Plenty of straight men have sucked cock before. And maybe I still am a virgin, technically. Are these things really so bad? Does it make me a loser or a faggot? It's up to what I do from now on. I've had my fun and now it's time to call it quits. I shall forge a new path. I am greeted by Brad as I stumble into the kitchen. 'Morning, slutty virgin.' 'Good morning, Brad.' Did I really just answer to 'slutty virgin'? And so casually too... I now realise that I'm still wearing makeup and what remained of my clothes last night, cum encrusted panties included. Fuck. So far it has been a terrible start to forging a new path. Brad slaps my ass, causing it to jiggle. 'You kissed like a girl last night, Crissy.' The reminder haunts me. 'Errr, thank you.' I'm not sure that it was a compliment, though. He snickers in contempt. 'Well, I've got to get out of here, kitten. You clean up the house like a good house wifey. Umm, and clean yourself up too. I've got some things for you in the bathroom. Bye.' He doesn't give me any time to reply and walks out the door and for some stupid reason I'm expecting a goodbye kiss as he closes the door behind him. It never comes. Gosh, I feel like shit. My crotch is all sticky and itchy and I have a pounding headache. Heading to the bathroom doesn't sound like too bad an idea. I have got to get out of these dirty panties. I see a basket and ignore it for the time being, strip out of my clothes and jump into the shower. I wash off all the makeup and have the longest hottest shower of my life to counter act the dirtiest I've ever felt in my life. Shower milk and soap and loofah all contribute in the cleansing. Afterwards I feel refreshed and am quickly reminded of the smoothness of my body, arousing at the touch by my own hands. It is now that I look into the contents of the basket left by Brad that I dismissed before I rushed into the shower. The contents include K-Y Jelly, a black butt plug and an enema bag with instructions. Absurd! Absurd, yet intriguing. I've heard of how good it feels after an enema, after flushing out all the shit from inside of you. I could do with some more cleansing. By the instruction's command, I pump water into my anus and leave it there for ten minutes, then release it. I repeat the process once more to be thorough. The results prove the task worthy of under taking as shit no longer resides within me. I feel clean and aroused even more so now. The butt plug draws my attention next. If there was ever a time to fulfil such a curiosity now was the time to do so, Brad needn't ever know. Using the lubricant I ease it into my hole, sliding the sleek black tool further and further up. It widens at the base and becomes harder to slide, the pain sharpening as it parts me, yet the feeling is somewhat erotic. Luckily it isn't overly large, despite the stuffed feeling I have, it is already completely in. This is rather kinky, my dick is half hard. I try to make haste to my room for clothes, but am forced to take smaller steps than usual with my ass now plugged, walking like a girl so that it doesn't hurt me too much or slip out. Back to boy clothes at last! I would see an end to this unfortunate series of events. Brad's last request before he left was to clean up the place, I figure best to get it over with quickly. I decide to wash the clothes first. The blouse, stockings, skirt and panties are all painful reminders of what happened the night before. The panties are a mess, before I throw them in with the other clothes I take a sniff, the smell is strong. The last piece of clothing is Brad's underwear, the thought takes hold and I lightly sniff them too. The smell is pungent, giving off a far more overwhelming aroma than that of my panties even when they were soaked in cum. It stings the nostrils yet I'm left wanting for another whiff. I divulge for a moment and bury my nose in them. It lasts longer than a moment. My own panties had left me indifferent, yet my base instinct and desire drives me mad for his dirty underwear. As I fill my nose with his scent, clarity finally strikes me and I hurl his underwear in with the others in a jerk reaction, my face reddening, my heart glad that no one was here to see this. I carry on, with butt still plugged, washing up in the kitchen, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming the house. The scene of the crime; in Brad's bedroom, proves most difficult to clean. I find myself on hands and knees cleaning up the wet sloppy mess on the floor where so much of Brad's juices and my saliva had pooled. Most duties are out of the way before midday arrives and I relax, my mind at ease. ___________________________________ The day has been a good one. I finally completed one of my favourite video games and watched some quality comedy on TV. It's 5 o'clock. I shift on the sofa as I hear the door shake and my filled asshole reminds me of the black friend residing within it. Shit. I can't let him find out I'm actually using it so I pull it out quickly and run for the bathroom. It's too late. He sees me as I put it back into the basket. 'So, you enjoyed my little gift I left you this morning I see.' 'Look, Brad. This is not what it looks like.' He bows his head down slightly and raises his eyebrows with doubt. 'I mean, yes, I may have used the butt plug, but only out of curiosity. This thing between you and me... it's over, I'm not doing it any more. I'm not a faggot. I'm not your bitch.' 'Oh really,' he replies sarcastically. 'Yes. Yes really.' 'You cleaned up just like I told you to, though. Look, no dirty clothes, clean kitchen, everything put away. You never ever clean, you lazy little cunt, yet you obeyed my command like a good bitch would. Didn't you, Crissy?' He is right. I did do what he said. I must say something...'I thought it would help see an end to this matter. And do not call me Crissy.' 'Or what...' He pauses. 'CRISSY!?' He called me Crissy once more. I hesitate with my answer, 'Errr-,' and am cut short by his laughter. 'Just as I thought. That's your problem, Crissy. You've got no fucking balls. Which is why you're so suited to being the soft little pussy you are.' 'I am not a pussy,' I shout. He walks with purpose towards me, growling, 'Yes you fucking are.' He thrusts two large fat fingers into my mouth. My lips instinctively wrap around them in an instant. I look up at him with my eyes, filled with horror. 'See,' he continues, in a calmer voice 'your mouth is eager to be filled. You are a bitch, my bitch. You do deserve to be called Crissy.' He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, pushing me at the chest sending me backwards with a mere shove, and speaks again, 'Here, take these and put them on otherwise you'll be wearing my fist in your face instead.' He hands me a bag of clothes. 'And don't forget that pretty makeup.' He throws me into the bathroom by the arm. What choice do I have? I put on the god damn makeup just as I did the night before. Foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara, lipstick, lip gloss and lip liner, and blush too. I never was able to remove the nail polish this morning in the shower. Nevertheless, I touch it up a bit. The bag, it has a whole new set of clothes for me to wear and a new wig. I put it all on. Pink and black frilly panties and padded bra to match, black pantyhose, and a black dress which leaves the entirety of my back and shoulders bare, joining up in a curve at the bottom of my back, covering my ass and reaching half way down my thighs. I fear for his reaction without them, and find the gel breast forms in the glory box. A pearl necklace that fits tightly around my neck, 4 inch black high heels and a sleek black bob cut wig completes the look. All the black I'm now wearing contrasts with my pale white skin and the pearls. I am now a woman. A crying woman that is, as I look into the mirror. I step from the bathroom, head hung low in shame, ass sticking out. He claps three slow loud claps. They are claps of satisfaction and approval. 'Well, well, well. I've outdone myself this time,' says Brad. 'Here, drink these.' I see 4 shot glasses on the coffee table. Brad speaks again, 'Cock sucking cowboys they are called. Drink up.' He hands me one. It tastes sweet. I down another. And then another. 'You like being a girl, don't you, Crissy? It's ok to admit it.' 'Yes, it's kind of nice,' I answer. He slaps my ass, causing my back to arch, shoulders to jerk back and chest to stick out in reaction. He turns on the stereo system and plays some music. 'Dance. Dance sexy for me.' I dance sexy for him. With the aid of the alcohol, the heels and the music, I swing my hips about and move my hands all over my body, stroking my hand down the middle of my chest and sliding it further down around my ass and thigh and back up again, sticking my ass out as I go. The feeling of the movements and the clothes is amazing. I bite my lip and crouch down low and gyrate. I can feel my cock become stiff. I'm enjoying this at least. He sits down and beckons me to give him a lap dance. I comply. I mince around him and move to the music. My hands find places on the sides of my thighs as I stick out my pelvis and thrust forward as my back arches. He spurs me to come closer with the curl of his finger. I yet again comply. I turn around and swing my ass about in circular motion as my hands slip down to my knees, my skirt riding up and revealing a little more than intended. I turn around again and wrap my arms around his neck and my soft bottom makes contact with his knee. I slide up further on his leg, swaying to the music and wiggling my hips in the mean time. It's happening again, he is looking at me. I keep sliding up closer, feeling the bulge in his pants press up against me, his eyes pierce mine. He grabs my lower back and pulls me in even closer. I can smell him. My eyes draw attention to his lips, they are moving. I try to resist and remind myself of this morning. But I am weak and I give in... My lipstick covered lips meet his and I melt in his arms, my cock regrettably twitching in delight. I am not a man after all. He even leads in the kiss, dictating the pace and flow of it, his tongue controlling all the action. My body grinds up against his leg without thought, his hands grip my ass. Never before have I felt happier and never before have I felt worse about myself. After a few minutes it is up to him to put an end to it, as he stands up lifting us both, my legs wrap around him, but he drops me. He laughs. 'Haha. Yes, you are very keen, but just one moment.' He heads to the bathroom. The last cock sucking cowboy slides down my throat whilst I wait. I then go to his bedroom and flop myself on the bed like a star fish. He returns to me completely naked, with the K-Y Jelly in hand. He is so hairy and muscular and his cock is gargantuan. 'Your eyes widen at the sight. You have a true love for the cock, Crissy. There is no denying it. You can no longer fight against it and hide your shame.' He takes hold of his cock and waves it about teasingly as he steps closer. I shuffle backwards whilst on my back to give room. He enters at the end of the bed on his knees and approaches. He slides his hands up my pantyhose covered thighs. It's electric. He lifts up my dress to reveal the top of the pantyhose and my frilly pink and black panties. He pulls them down to reveal my cock and balls. This is the first time he has seen them. Snorting with uncontrollable laughter, Brad takes a moment to speak, 'No wonder you're a virgin. Look at that thing!' My face reddens. He moves his own cock up, resting it on top of mine, comparing the two. 'Not even half my length and your penis is as hard as it will go. Even your balls are fucking tiny.' The mix of shame and embarrassment and the feeling of his cock touching mine sends it screaming with pleasure, my breathing grows heavy. He flips me over and pulls down my pantyhose and panties, leaving them around my ankles just before my heels. He grabs the K-Y Jelly. My heart rate instantly sky rockets and my entire body shakes. I'm incredibly nervous with excitement... 'I'm going to take you now,' he says. He didn't say I'm going to fuck you in the ass, he didn't say spread your ass cheeks, Crissy. No, nothing like that. He is going to take me he says. Take my virginity, take my body, claim ownership of me. I hear the squirt of K-Y Jelly onto his fingers. He jams it in my asshole and spreads more around the entrance. He slathers it on his cock. It's hard as granite, yet soft to the touch as it prods my hole, as it slides between my soft cheeks. My ass had a taste of the butt plug all day long and it yearned for more, I've felt empty ever since I pulled it out after Brad got home. I can now feel my puckering asshole plead for his cock as he rubs the tip of it against me. I let out a whimper. 'Very well then,' Brad replies. The head pops in, much thanks to the lubricant. My body welcomes the new visitor, inviting it further in, I move my ass towards his body. Deeper it goes, slowly filling me, the pain of my anus widening for his phallus eclipsed by the sheer ecstasy of it. The enema, the butt plug; it was all in preparation for this, and deep down inside I secretly knew it all along. I am but a mere vessel for Brad, so that he may feel pleasure and release his seed within me. I gasp and moan. And whisper 'No,' as he begins to pull out, only to giggle in pleasure as he thrusts back into me even deeper. I lay there, spread eagle on my stomach. He pins my arms down by the wrist with his powerful hands and begins to pick up pace, fucking me harder and faster as more time goes by. I find myself moaning louder and louder, matching his grunts. 'Congratulations, Crissy. You're no longer a virgin.' 'Mmmmm. YES!' I scream. 'You will never feel the touch of a woman. You will never graze upon the soft pink lips of a vagina, never to get your dick sucked, never to kiss a girl again.' His thrusts become more aggressive. 'Mmmm. I don't want to. I only want you,' I reply. 'Pathetic. You are a slave to my cock, forever a sissy, Crissy. Nothing more than a cock craving faggot.' I just moan in pleasure back at him as my clit spits pre cum. Brad pulls out and I cry out, moaning in complaint. He laughs a cruel laugh. I want him back in me. He flips me over, spreads my legs and lifts them up on to his shoulders. He penetrates me once more. I can now see his face and body, and he mine. My cock bobbing up and down proves to be a comical sight as he plows into me, my fake tits bouncing around, his ball sack slapping into my ass, stripping away every last shred of dignity I may have once had. It's in this moment I realise that there truly is no going back and that I will never love a woman, never have a wife, never have a child. I am to forever be bound by cock and balls. I can feel his meat pulsating inside of me, I scream, 'Fill me!' He fucks me even harder and lets out a growl. The walls of my anus grip around his shaft and squeeze it, begging it for reward. He starts to shoot his hot load into me. I reach for my own cock and just as I touch it he catches my arm and pulls it away, denying me of attending to my own pleasures. However, the one touch was enough, as he pumps me with his seed I squirt all over my dress in an orgasmic supernova. I instantly feel weak and enter an extremely relaxed state. He drops my legs from off his shoulders and goes soft whilst still inside me. I look up at him as he smiles down at me. His eyes fill me with content. 'I love you,' I say. He slaps me hard across the face. 'Shut the fuck up, bitch. Love!? Are you kidding me? You're just my fuck toy. Now come clean up.' I'm crying as he presses his cock upon my lips. I tidy up him up, whatever cum that was left slides down my throat. 'Can I stay?' I ask of him. 'Sure. But you must now call me Master.' 'Thankyou, Master.' I take my heels off and sneak up under the sheets, trying my best to ignore my seeping asshole, filled with lubricant and Master's cum. The lights go off and Master slides up next to me from behind, pressing up against my bottom, wrapping his arms around my body and lightly kisses me on the neck. He whispers gently into my ear, 'Goodnight, my little sissy.' I nuzzle my shoulder and close my eyes. I am now truly and utterly his.