BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 1
Robert and I had been going out for about six months and in that time our comfort level with each other had grown enormously.
For some time, whenever we were together, I had him walking around our respective apartments naked; I was always fully dressed. I was also training him I use the word advisedly; do something and you get a reward I was training him for my pleasure; there was, obviously pleasure for him, but the ultimate goal was my pleasure. Selfish? You bet.
Our days usually started the same way: After I was dressed I had him lie, naked, on the bed. Sometimes I tied him to the bed-head, sometimes not. It depended on what I was going to do. I'd stroke him, then, when he was fully aroused and close to coming, I'd stop. Then I'd ask him to do something I knew he'd do and I'd start stroking again. When he was again close to coming, once again I would stop. Then I'd ask him to do something I doubted if he'd do; maybe clean the inside of the stove. When he said 'No' I'd say: "Wrong answer. Play time is over. Time for work. But we'll do this again tomorrow morning if you like." He always 'liked', hoping I suppose, that the next time he'd get it right. The following morning, with me stroking and then stopping, and with him expecting me to ask him to do the thing he refused to do previously, I'd ask him to do something different; this time maybe wash my dirty undies. And once again the same thing would happen: mostly he would say 'No' and so playtime was over. But gradually he got the message: 'Yes' and he comes, 'No' and he doesn't. Sometimes I wouldn't stroke his penis, I'd play with his testicles. Then, when he'd been groaning for maybe ten minutes, I'd stroke him once or twice. "Want to come?"
"God, yes".
"Well then.... I want you to...." and I'd tell him what I wanted him to do. If he said no, this time, instead of saying "Playtime's over" I'd start working on his testicles again. But eventually, sometimes, playtime would be over. Until, of course, he learned that 'Yes' and he climaxed, 'No' and he didn't.
There was also one other major incentive: I also used him for my pleasure. Please me enough and he can come. This means when we have sex, he can't come until I've climaxed three or four or five or more times and with his tongue and his penis. The number of times I climax varies; I don't tell him, just say 'More'. And even when I'm exhausted and can't come anymore, mostly I still won't let him come. "I'm too exhausted to do you" I'll say. Sometimes when I do let him come, I stop stroking on his first squirt so he comes, but not completely. It's amazing what he'll do, and how fast, on the chance I might let him come. He's a good boy, and getting better.
I had also trained him to wear a ball stretcher and weights and each week I increased the weight. He could now carry, quite comfortably, almost a pound. His reward? The more he carries, the more likely I might let him come.
He was also bald, devoid of all body hair, including his genitals. Naked and bald gave me free access to his bits to stroke and fondle as and when I wished. So smoooooth. That, plus the weights hanging from the ball stretcher and the denial meant he was always aroused. He didn't get to climax that often, perhaps once a week to ten days, but the times in between were, for me, heaven because if I wanted him to lick my feet he would, give me a massage he would, go down on me he would because each time I would play with him and he would think that this time.... this time would be his time. Do something for me and you get a reward. I called it 'Pleasure and Denial'. You can imagine what he called it!
He also had to wear the stretcher and weights all day every day, except when I said he could take them off. That meant to and from and at work. I'm sure some of the women he worked with could tell how aroused he was and flirted outrageously with him, just to keep him on the brink.
I was particularly aware of this now, because I was, as usual, fully dressed and Robert, fully naked, was tied to the bed. He wasn't, this time, wearing his stretcher or weights and I had been caressing his chest and legs. I had then changed to whipping his penis and testicles with a small ball whip I had made from shoe laces. The little plastic ends I had left on the laces gave that little extra bit of 'ouch'. Whenever I used the whip Robert's penis seemed was it my imagination? just a little bit bigger, just a little bit harder. Whenever I captured it fully in my hand it felt like a length of wood or steel. Now he was moaning quite loudly what would the neighbours think? and his penis was leaking quite amazingly. Just the way I liked my men; naked, erect and leaking profusely.
He had been begging me for some time to let him come but each time he suggested it I said "Not yet. You're not ready."
"Yes I am" he'd say and I'd ignore him and continue enjoying myself with his body and helping him enjoy himself too. Well, partly enjoy himself. Then finally I relented.
"Want to come?"
"God, yes."
"OK. I'll untie one hand and you can do it yourself. But you have to come by massaging your balls. You can't stroke yourself."
"OK. I don't care how I come as long as I come."
So I undid his left hand, his weakest hand, and sat back and watched. It wasn't long before I had removed my panties and was masturbating as I watched him stroking his balls.
"Coming yet?" I asked.
"Sssoooooooonnnn" and continued working his balls with his left hand.
And then in a little while:
"Rob."
"Mmmm?"
"Some of my girlfriends want to meet you so I'm having a luncheon here next Saturday and we'd like you to come. Would you like that?"
"Mmmmmm? Yeeesss."
"Oh, good".
And it was good, because, although he didn't yet know it, as well as 'coming' to the lunch, he'd also be 'coming' as he was now trying to do.
And then a little later:
"Rob."
"Mmmmm?"
"It looks like you're not going to come so stop playing with yourself and start playing with me."
"Oh."
"What do you mean 'Oh'?"
"Wha... Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean I didn't want to play with you, I meant I wanted to continue playing with me."
"Well, like I said, it looks like you're not going to come. If you were, you would have by now. Wouldn't you?"
A long pause then "Yes. I guess so."
"Well, then..."
And quickly I undressed and climbed onto the bed and climbed onto his enthusiasm and together we raced to the finish line, first him leading, then me catching up and passing him then he catching me and then, this time, together we.... ugh.... ugh.... we.... ugh.... we.... we.... we...finished....toge-e-e- etheeeer ..... uuhhuuuhhhhmmmm.
Later, snuggled together recovering, I asked him if he was OK about coming to the luncheon.
"Oh, sure. Why?"
"Well, you'll be the only guy there."
"Oh."
"But you'll have fun. The girls want to meet you but usually whenever one of us has a birthday we all get together and the girl who's got the newest boyfriend gets to invite him. He's always the only guy. It's a sort of 'trial by girl'. If you can relax in a group of maybe ten girls and enjoy yourself then you're accepted into the group. And by the girl who invites you. And the rules say that if the guy refuses to go to the lunch, then the relationship he has with the girl has to stop. In other words if he refuses, it's all over."
"Well, if you put it like that I can hardly refuse, can I?"
"Oh, well there's one more thing. You have to be naked."
"Excuse me?" and he turned his head and looked at me.
"The girls will be dressed but you will be naked. N-A-K-E-D. Naked. No clothes. It's called CFNM. Clothed female or females, naked male. What happens when a group of females go to see male strippers. We're clothed and the guys are naked. Just like we've been since we met. Me clothed, you naked. You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you? Showing everything you've got to a group of girls? Most guys would jump at the chance."
"Well, I er.... It's just that I got a bit of a surprise, that's all. But yes, I - er - I'd like to come... er... go... er.... be there.... er ....whatever."
"Oh good" I said again and because I was still horny, started, once again, to see how much I could get him to grow. As it turned out, quite a lot.... and for quite some time. This time he didn't come. Can't be happy all the time, can you?
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 2
The following Saturday, as we prepared for the luncheon, Robert, was, as usual, naked and erect, and hadn't yet shaved and showered. I had sent him during the week for a full body wax including a Brazilian. He'd been having a wax ever since I met him and so I had organised the luncheon so that it followed his next wax. And he felt so smooooth. Everywhere.
"I want the girls to see what I've got to play with" I said as I gave him a stroke. "Let them see everything you've got, nothing hidden by hair. Make them jealous" I told him. He smiled with embarrassment and, I am sure, with pride. It's not every day that a guy's girlfriend wants to show of his dangly bits to her girlfriends.
As the time grew nearer I could see that Robert was nervous.
"Don't worry. It's just a group of girls. Well, young women. They've all seen naked men before. Although some of them may not have seen anyone quite as large as you" and I squeezed his balls. "Now, I'll finish off here, you go and shave and shower and don't dress! Oh, and put on some of that new body spray I bought you."
The girls started to arrive while Robert was showering and when he appeared there was a sudden silence. I could see he was embarrassed so I quickly went to his side. "Ladies" I said, suddenly embarrassed too. "This is Robert.... and this is his friend.... and these are his friends friends" and I cupped his penis and lifted it for the girls to see his balls. "I guess you'll all get to know each other over lunch".
Robert looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Don't worry" I whispered. "Enjoy. Now...." I said turning to the group, ".... can we get you anything?"
There was a sudden burst of laughter and everyone relaxed. "I'll have what you just had" someone said and there was more laughter. Even Robert laughed.
As he and I worked the room, passing out drinks and appetisers, I watched Robert as first one, then others of the women introduced themselves and then said something like "And I'm very glad to meet your friend and your friends friends" as they stroked his penis and testicles. And he was very, very errect. There wasn't a lot he could do because he was handing out drinks to our guests and his hands were full. I could see he was quite amazed at how, um... friendly.... these women were.
It wasn't very long before Robert had relaxed although his penis was and leading him from hand to hand around the room. As he passed me he was breathing hard and I asked him if he was enjoying himself.
"God, yes. But with all this handling, I don't know how long I'll last. Don't they know what they're doing to me?"
I grinned. "Of course they do. You're not the first guy to some to one of our luncheons, you know. But don't worry. They'll control you. You won't come until they're ready".
"Wha???"
"Enjoy" I said and had my own feel of his erection and walked off before he could question me further. My, but he was hard.
"Time for lunch, girls" I said. "Sit anywhere while Robert and I get lunch".
As we served, the girls reached out and stroked Robert's penis or cupped his balls as he passed by. I noticed he had been dripping for some time and had been waiting for a reaction from one of the girls. It was Angela who, as she stroked the end of Robert's penis said "Lean over" and as he bent over put her thumb in front of his mouth and said "Lick". As he did, she said "Stay there" and her hand returned to his penis then returned to his mouth with more of his juice. This time he didn't need to be told and I watched, amazed, as he almost swallowed her thumb in his desire to get some of his own liquid. "No more at the moment...." Angela said ".... but there'll be more in a moment. Someone else will feed you". And she turned away from him to talk to one of the others.
When Robert and I finally sat for our own lunch I noticed that the two women on either side of him were enjoying him; one I knew was very slowly stroking his penis, the other squeezing his balls, and none too gently I hoped. Other than handling him they were ignoring him, talking to others around the table, leaving Robert to try and have a conversation with Brenda who was sitting opposite him. I could see it wasn't easy for him because, by now, he was extremely aroused, and was still being fed his own juice. If I didn't know he was being controlled by experts, I would have wondered how much longer he could last. But I knew all afternoon, if the girls wanted it.
And then it was time for the birthday cake. After the candles were blown out, Robert and I stood, me lightly stroking his penis, in the middle of the room, leading the singing of "Happy Birthday". When it was over I said "And now, Jane, it's time for your birthday gift".
I could feel Robert look around, looking for the gift we were giving Jane.
As she walked toward us I said "Happy birthday, Jane from all of us, but especially from me. I'm sure he's ready, so enjoy". And I took her hand and placed it on Robert's penis as everyone applauded. "Go girl. Let's see what you can do"..... and.... "Let's see how far you can get him to shoot...." and.... I heard Robert, very quietly, say "What?"
As she knelt in front of him I heard Robert whimper and thought I heard him say "Oh, yes, please. Get me off" but I wasn't sure but then I saw Jane look up and smile at him and I heard her say "Soon. But not too soon. I want to enjoy myself too. It is my birthday and I want to enjoy my gift".
As she started to stroke his penis and testicles others in the room moved to get a better view. I was a little jealous of another woman handling Robert but I recalled my own birthday just before I met Robert and the situation was almost identical I think it was Barbara's boyfriend.
I noticed Jane had stopped stroking Robert's penis and was concentrating on his testicles. She had started stroking them much as Robert stroked my breasts but now she had made a circle with her thumb and forefinger around his scrotum at the top of his balls and was pulling down. Hard. And squeezing at the same time. Then releasing, then pulling. I thought she was trying to pull his scrotum and balls from his body she was pulling so hard but Robert was taking it, so if he was hurting he was enjoying the pain. And then she stopped pulling and started slapping them, from the back to the front then, as they stopped swinging, she'd hit them again, not hard but hard enough for me to see Rob wince each time she hit him. And then she was pulling his balls again, and as she continued to pull his balls, now she stroked his penis, once, twice then stopped but didn't change her pace on his balls. And then again on his penis, staying this time just a little longer then again stopping and again slapping his testicles.
There was absolute silence from the group around the table as they watched the tableau in front of them, watched as Jane alternated between slapping and puling on Robert's balls then occasionally stroked his penis. He was starting to move now, his penis searching for a hand or a mouth or a pussy to help him get off and I could tell Jane was herself starting to get aroused. As were we all. There would be some interesting times tonight, I thought.
And now she was working continuously on his penis while she worked on his balls, but her hand on his penis was slow, prolonging Robert's pleasure and, I am sure, the pleasure Jane was getting from working Robert as she was.
Then she was repositioning herself, moving to Robert's side and I knew she was getting ready for the finale, the climax to the show and Robert's own climax. She wanted to give the girls the best view possible and she didn't want any of Robert's juices on her dress. And now the girls had started a chant "Get him off. Let's see him shoot. Get him off. Let's see him shoot. Get him......"
And now her hand was moving faster, faster and Robert was moving to her hand and his breathing was heavy and Jane continued to stroke and Robert was moving faster and Jane was faster and now he was coming, he was spurting, he was everywhere, my how he came and the girls were applauding, clapping, shouting "Well done" and "Happy Birthday" and still he spurted, still he erupted and still she stroked but slower now as he stopped spurting and slower she stroked and finally she stopped and then she raised her hand which was covered in Robert's cream to his mouth and said "Lick me clean" and he did and she got some more from his penis and said "Lick" and he did and she continued and he continued until it was all gone.
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 3
Later that afternoon, after the girls had gone, I took Robert to the bedroom. "I'm so bloody horny from watching you this afternoon, now it's my turn" I said. Amazingly he was hard much more quickly than I thought he would be and I must confess I lasted not long at all. Then not very long after that we started again and again amazingly Robert was hard but this time we took longer and it was wonderful as, with Robert, it always had been.
As we lay together recovering, my thoughts returned to the afternoon and my seeing Angela, then later Jane getting Robert to take his juices from their hands. I had not tried that with Robert although I had with all my other boyfriends. As I thought of the afternoon, I realised I had the solution to my problem.
I has been trying, ever since I met Robert, to work out how to get him into a dress. In the past it had been relatively easy. With Robert I couldn't work out the best way. Now I knew. He liked semen so get him used to having it all the time and the rest would follow. Now I had resolved my dilemma, I was asleep very quickly, quite relaxed.
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 4
I first met Robert one Friday night when my girlfriends and I met for drinks after work. Usually it was just us girls; very occasionally one or other of us would bring a guy from work or a brother or cousin. Once someone brought an old boyfriend - he was grabbed by one of the other girls in about two seconds. "All that meat and no potato" one of the girls said.
But this night it was the culmination of what had been going on for two or three weeks; eyes across a crowded room, neither one prepared to make the first move for fear of rejection.
First impressions can sometimes be deceiving, but in this case I didn't think they would be. He seemed to be everything I looked for in a man: barefoot we'd both be about the same height, sleight, high cheekbones, smooth delicate skin and thick and luxuriant hair that could be styled in oh, so many ways.
Sue-Ellen, one of my girlfriends saw where I was looking and who was looking back and said "He might be just right for you, Jen. Someone you can.... mould." And she gave me a big grin. She knows how I like my men. In a dress.
"He looks familiar. Do I know him?" I asked.
"Mmmm. Don't think so unless you count looking at him, no, staring at him for the past few weeks as knowing him. But you probably do want to know him. If you get my drift." and she raised an eyebrow. "Could be interesting...." And she grinned again.
I wasn't impressed. In the past whenever one of my girlfriends has tried to get me together with some guy it hasn't worked, I think mainly because the guy thinks the girl is desperate and, therefore, he's on a promise. Maybe with some girls, but most definitely not with me. I like to choose carefully, and I'm very choosey.
But this time there was.... something.... So I thought "Why not?" and timing it so that as he was going to the bar I bumped into him and "Gee, I'm sorry..." "No, I'm sorry... "No, I'm..." and
"Don't I know you?" we both said together then "No, but I'd like to" and then realised what we'd said and he said "What's the corniest pick-up line anyone's handed you?"
"That one" and we laughed and then he said "Let me get these back to the guys then.... will you let me buy you a drink?"
And of course I did. And that's how I met Robert. Sue-Ellen was right. I thought Robert was delightful and yes, someone I could most definitely mould. We danced and he took me home and he kissed me on the cheek and he said, almost shyly "I had a wonderful night.... with you. I wonder.... could we do it again?"
So we did. And now, six months later I had been seeing more and more of him more and more frequently and more and more of his body yum but I hadn't been able to figure out how to get him into a dress. All my usual ploys didn't seem at all appropriate and I was beginning to think he would be my first failure. I wasn't at all impressed with the thought of that, because I had been converting my boyfriends into my girlfriends for some time maybe four or five years. On each occasion that had happened our relationship had blossomed; there seemed to be so much more warmth between us once he had started wearing a dress and I had helped him to become more and more feminine and, well, womanly. He'd dress in a dress more and more regularly, then live with me full-time as a woman, and, on some occasions change work location so he could work full time as a woman then, sometime during our relationship, my "girlfriend" would meet a guy and, well, for us it would be over but for them.... And so we'd break up and he would continue to live as a woman, and have boyfriends, and.... I sometimes wondered why I bothered teaching them to become the beautiful women they did when I knew I'd probably lose them to some.... stud.
But the most amazing thing for me was that when we first met there was no way any of my then boyfriends would have considered wearing a dress, then becoming more female and then, finally, having a male lover. Now, as women, all they thought about was cock; long, short, thin, fat, it didn't matter as long as it was cock - and the cream, that wonderful, wonderful cream that came out of it. Most couldn't get enough.
And so I was frustrated: not sexually our sex life was fantastic but emotionally. Why couldn't I figure how to get Robert into a dress? Although I realised I would probably lose him too, it became a challenge to get him into a dress.
And now, finally, the solution. In the past I had got my men into dresses then trained them to become women and then, as night follows day, interested in cock and the cream that comes out of it. This time I would try it in the reverse: get Robert interested in the cream then get him into a dress.
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 5
The following morning, we were both still aroused, me from watching Jane enjoy herself with Robert, Robert from enjoying himself at Jane's hands and each of us, last night, enjoying each other so we went at it again. When we were finished we were both pretty exhausted and the smell of sex - his semen and my pussy juices - filled the room. I wanted him inside me again he felt so gooooood so I flicked on a porn video we had started watching some several days earlier.
The situation - I hesitate to call it a story - ended and another one started, this one with two guys. Funny about that! And then I noticed his dick starting to strengthen and rise. I was nowhere near it and he wasn't playing with himself; he was still tied to the bed-head.
"Like what you see?"
"What do you mean?"
"The two guys on the screen".
"Why do you think I'd be interested in what they're doing?"
"By what your dick's doing".
And he looked down. And groaned.
"So are you interested?" I asked him as I started lightly stroking.
"You mean you stroking me?"
"No, I know you're always interested in me stroking you. What I was wondering is do you like watching what they're doing. I think you must be interested because this little fella started getting to be this big fella. And without me touching you."
"Well.... most guys don't really think about two guys getting each other off . What about you? Do you think of other women?"
"Do you mean have I ever fantasised about being with another woman?"
"Yes."
"Of course I have. I haven't done it, but I think it would be cool. Going down on her, having her going down on me. But she'd have to be bald "
"Like you "
"Like me either shaven but preferably waxed, like me you know, a Brazilian. Shaven would be OK, but a bit bristly. Actually, when I first decided I wanted to be bald I shaved and the sensation from the shaving brush on my clit was what can I tell you? Absolutely fan-bloody-tastic! Mmmmm. But I had to shave too often so I decided to have a wax. But what about you? What about after sport, in the showers, in the change room. Don't you guys check each other out? Compare sizes? See if you like what you see?"
"God no. If we got caught checking out some guys dick there'd be hell to play."
"Especially if you saw something you liked! But what about here, at home. What do you think about those guys? Well hung? Nice meat? Close your eyes and fantasise."
He looked at me strangely.
"C'mon. Close your eyes while I stroke you."
"Well...."
And a little later: "Like to have one of those dicks in your hands? Stroking it? Like I'm stroking you?"
"Well...."
"Don't be shy, Robert. What do you think? If you were a woman would you want to play with one of those dicks? Or both? Or suck one of them? Or both?"
Long pause, then, hesitantly, "I don't know. Maybe. Probably."
"Tell me which one you like best. Which one you turns you on?"
I hadn't stopped lightly stroking him and he was now starting to moan lightly, and then, finally, he closed his eyes.
"Um.... well they both do."
"Imagine you're a woman and tell me what you like about them."
"Well.... they're just so, I don't know.... so big, and they look like they'd feel good in my hands and if I had one in my mouth it'd fill me up and his balls, so full and heavy.... he looks as if he could last all night and give me so much....oh, God, he feels so good.... oh you feel so good, so big, so hard, and what you're doing to me..... "
I don't think he realised what he had just said and I wasn't about to break the mood and tell him. And then he said "Oh, God, let me suck you" so I put my finger in his mouth.
He inhaled it, devoured it then, muffled, I heard "Oh, thank you" and he started moving his lips on my finger.
As I untied one hand he said "Your balls feel so good, so big, so full."
"Lick the end of my dick" I whispered, then as he licked the end of my finger I said "Now underneath.... now take it all in your mouth.... now really work it.... your lover wants to come.... but you don't want him to come yet.... because you like the taste of his dick.... it's so big and strong.... it fills you up.... it's so big and wonderful you want it inside you.... you want it fucking you....but you also want him to come in your mouth....you're really looking forward to him coming.... and when he does you'll swallow everything he gives you.... now he's moving in your mouth faster and faster ....you won't be able to control him.... you can't control him.... he's coming, he's coming..." and all the while I was stroking Robert and as he came I collected his semen and fed it to him and said "Swallow his come" and put my finger in his mouth and he licked it clean and I continued to stroke him and feed him and then he was spent, he was exhausted and all his come was gone.
Later, when were once again relaxing, this time on the verandah outside, he, more than a little embarrassed, me snuggling up as close as I could to him so he would realise I wasn't turned off, I said "You know, that was one of the most erotic things I've ever heard you say or seen you do. You talking about being with another guy. And sucking your lover's penis well, my finger. It made me so horny, so wet. Just listening to you, I wanted you inside me, but I didn't want to spoil the mood. You were just, I don't know, loving it! Weren't you? Loving it? You must have been. God, I envied you the past half hour or so. Sucking his penis. I wanted to suck you but I didn't want to spoil it for you by moving. We've got to do that again. Please? Can we do that again? Would you like to be with.... who was it.... Would you like to be with him again? What do you think?"
There was a long pause while he thought about that then an embarrassed grin and, hesitantly "Yeah. That'd be good. But... I thought you'd kick me out. You know, for saying all that stuff, for, um, sucking your.... finger." A long pause then "I have no idea where that came from. I'd always thought being with a guy would be gross, but now.... maybe not."
"Oh good" I said.
"What?"
"I mean good that you're OK with that fantasy and good you're OK with having another session like that one."
There was a long pause, then he said "I think I'd like that... I mean.... I would, I would like that. Fantasize like that again." And this time his grin was broader, more relaxed.
"What if I look on the internet over the next few days and see if I can find some pics of dicks and then we can look at them and you can tell me which one you like and what you'd do to it."
He looked at me then said "You're really getting into this, aren't you?"
'If you only knew' I thought and said "Well, it is only a fantasy, isn't it? It's your fantasy as to what you and Paul are doing and it's my fantasy seeing you with another guy. I know I didn't really.... see you, but.... hearing you talk about another guy.... God, that was so sexy. It made me soooo wet. So, yes, I guess you could say I was getting into it. So.... what do you think? Would you like me to look on the internet?"
He looked at me and grinned. "Why not?" he said.
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 6
The next few times we spoke on the phone almost the first thing he'd say to me was "Seen any good pics on the net yet?"
I had, but I said "No, not yet. Plenty of pics, but not what I think you'd enjoy." He'd laugh or sigh but invariably he'd say "Well, you will keep looking, won't you?"
"Oh, yes, I will keep looking. I want to see them as much as you but probably for a different reason."
I had, in fact, found several excellent web sites, one of which also had images of transsexuals God they were beautiful but I wanted to build anticipation in Robert so that, when the time came, he would be much more.... pliable.
The following weekend, that is, the weekend after his foray into, shall we say, alternative sex, was just as good as it had always been but I controlled our sex so that there were no unusual fantasies and so I could enjoy his dick. Every time he brought up the subject, I told him I hadn't had as much time as I thought I would have, but next week "I'll be able to spend more time looking" and he seemed happy with that.
I did continue looking and by the time the next weekend came, I had a lot of sites, but only two, maybe three, I really wanted to show him. One site had a couple of pics of transsexuals absolutely gorgeous transsexual women with beautiful figures and beautiful cocks which I planned to slip in accidentally "Oh, sorry Robert, I don't know how that got in there" and see his reaction.
I didn't tell him I was masturbating to the dick pics, imagining them inside me, having my own very private fantasy; that would have been too cruel.
Then finally we were in front of the computer, me dressed and, as usual, Robert naked. "Ready?" I asked.
"What do you think?"
"I know you're ready for sex. What I meant was: Are you ready to look at the pictures I've marked?" and clicked on the first site. Like all the others, it featured cocks, long, short, thin, fat, cut, uncut and all un-mistakenly hard.
"What do you think?"
Suddenly he was shy.
"I... ahhh...."
"What about that one? Would you like to handle it, help it come?"
"Ahhh..."
"Well, my sweet. If I didn't have yours to play with, I could certainly handle that one. In fact.... I think you do like that one too, because guess what..." and I flicked his erection. "I think I'd better do something with those hands otherwise you're going to want to handle yourself and tonight, my love, that's just not on" and with that I tied his hands together behind the chair. "Now, let's see how hard you can get, just looking at all those beautiful dicks. And they are beautiful, aren't they?" And I gave his balls and cock a light tease.
"I wouldn't.... say they were.... beautiful" he said, and he seemed to have some difficulty speaking "....but there is.... something about them."
"Yes" I whispered, coming close to his ear, "they're waiting for your mouth. Wouldn't you like to have one of them teasing you?, being rubbed over your lips and just when you try to swallow it, your lover takes it away from you? Oh... look... What... girls with co... I mean.... guys with breasts. My God. They're beautiful. Aren't they beautiful?"
There was silence then he said "Yes. Yes, they are. If you hid their dicks you'd think they really were women. They're fantastic."
From his movements I could see his obvious excitement. "How would you like to be making love to one of those women?" I asked as I started to lightly stroke his penis.
"I... ah... it would be.... interesting."
"What would you do? Would you stroke and suck their breasts?" I asked as I continued to stroke his penis.
"I.... ah.... yes.... I would."
"Would you stroke and suck their pe... I guess they call them their clits. Would you suck and stroke their clits?"
"I... ah... yes... I would."
"Would you like me to suck your clit?" I asked as I scratched his nipple with a finger nail. "Silly question. Of course you'd like me to suck your clit. So if you do a good job with the girls on the screen.... we.... both.... might.... get.... lucky!"
His eyes lit up at that and suddenly there was more enthusiasm. As he described what he'd do with each of the transsexuals I noticed he seemed to be getting harder and harder. I had stopped touching him, but he had started to leak. God, I love that in a man, the visible sign of his enjoyment. As he continued his description of his actions I started to rub his glans with his juice. He felt on fire, and his breathing was becoming ragged but still he continued describing what he'd do if he had the opportunity.
It seemed to me that a little encouragement wouldn't go astray so I whispered "Why don't we go and lie on the bed and you can really enjoy yourself"and as we moved to the bed I whispered "I think you're wonderful the way you're sucking those dicks just to please me. I'd love to see you sucking a real one, but I don't suppose you'd do that for me would you? Would you? Would you suck a real dick for me? If I could find a dick for you, would you suck it for me? Suck it off? So it came in your mouth? Oh God, just thinking of you with a dick in your mouth makes me so wet. Oh, I think when we do this again I shall call you.... what's a gentle girls name.... I know, what about.... Belle. Because you'll ring their chimes. And you'll be my girl. Will you be my girl?"
Vigorous head nodding from Robert as he whispered "Yes, oh yes" and then, gradually, it was a repeat of the weekend a fortnight ago, and as he sucked my finger and I sucked his penis and then very slowly stroked him to climax he said "Please come in my mouth.... Paul? Don't take it out. Come in my mouth. Please?" and as he came, once again I fed him and as I fed him, his head was up, waiting for his next mouthful, and once again I fed him every drop I could find.
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 7
"It's so good you like your semen" I said to Robert the following morning "because you need to get used to it. Last night you said you'd be my girl, my beautiful Belle, so from now on, every time you climax you'll have to swallow, just like a girl would. Actually.... maybe not every time because I'll want some too. But certainly whenever I don't want it you will have it." And I emphasised 'will'.
"That's great." he said. "If I'm going to suck cock like I did last night and last week.... I could get used to it. In fact.... women swallow... you do... so I don't see any problem. The more I come the more I swallow. Yum." And he grinned.
"Well, actually.... I've been thinking. If you get aroused but don't come, think how much more of your juice you'll have when you do come. Next time you suck, I think you should look at those cocks and imagine what you'll do and I'll play with you but from now on no coming until I tell you you can."
"More come to drink if I don't come so often? Great." Pity for him he didn't realise what he'd agreed to.
After breakfast I planted Robert in front of the computer, tied his hands behind him and this time plugged into a site with two guys going at it hard and fast.
"God you're a slut" I told him. "What's it feel like to be a slut?"
He didn't answer me, his eyed unwavering on the screen. And, once again, an erection with no one touching it. Was it bigger than before? I couldn't be sure, but I thought it was.
Later, after I played with him and he sucked my finger and he wanted to come my, how he wanted to come, but didn't I told him how proud I was of him.
"There is one thing you need to know" I said. "Actually you probably already know it, but don't realise you know but sucking cock isn't about how good you feel with a cock in your mouth.... well, it is, but it's also about how good you make the cock feel. How long you can make the cock last before it comes. And then, and only then do you get your reward.... a lovely mouthful of your lover's come. And to take every drop, you can't waste even one drop. If you are worshipping your lovers dick, you must enjoy, must savour every drop. Even if you have to stay on him for half an hour after he climaxes."
"Yeah, I've been thinking of that, and I reckon I could make you last forever" he said.
"Soon you will get your chance to show me" I said, realising he still thought he was just going to suck off my finger. Poor silly boy.
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 8
The following weekend Robert was extremely eager to start and when we were ready once again he undressed, me not I told him to sit on the edge of the bed, not in front of the computer.
"We've reached the next part of your training" I told him. "You have to learn to deep throat" and with that I produced a dildo from my drawer. "There's a lot of different types, different sizes and shapes and some have balls, like this one, and some don't. I use this myself when you're not around" I told him which seemed to me to be much better than saying "I've just bought this to train you to take it all."
"Will you show me what to do?" he asked.
"Well, why don't you see how you go. You know what you like me to do to you, so why don't you do that to your new best friend?"
"This is so embarrassing" he said. "You girls seem to know just what to do.... it just comes naturally, but... this.... this is my first time. Can you give me some clues?"
"Well.... hold it like this.... and stroke it like this.... don't forget the balls.... and then.... kiss it like this.... then lick it underneath like this then put it in your mouth like this.....don't try and take it all at once.... this is your first time so just take your time.... enjoy, really enjoy, love what you're doing.... to Paul.... and before you know what's happening you'll be able to take it all."
I noticed he was watching avidly as I demonstrated and when I gave him the dildo he copied me almost perfectly, so much so he was lying down and sucking on it with his eyes closed in about two seconds.
"Taste nice? I eventually asked him.
"Mmmmm yes" he said. "I love it. Why didn't we do this months ago? Mmmmmm?.... What's a real one like? Mmmmmm?.....Can I have a real one?"
'Why didn't we do this months ago? Good question' I thought as I watched him swallow the dildo. And as I teased him, he became even more enthusiastic as he sucked and moaned.
"A real one? Do you want a real one? Does my beautiful Belle really want a real one?"
I was testing him to see what he'd say he was getting a real one whether he wanted it or not but I noticed he didn't answer the question. Cold feet? or busy fantasising with Paul as he was sucking on the dildo?
Later, hesitantly, he said to me "You know that was.... so good. I feel I've come such a long way. Sometimes I think.... well, maybe fantasise I want a cock in my mouth all day, and then I think 'Hang on, I'm a guy.... and then I think.... why am I telling you this? Does this mean I'm gay? Bi-sexual? What do you think when I tell you this? Those guys on the screen. Their cocks are so.... When I'm at home I fantasize about having one in bed with me. They're so.... good. But then I think more seriously about it and I wonder 'Do I want a cock?, a real one? I can't make up my mind.' Can I take this home so I can suck on it at home?"
"Maybe" I said, and then added "So how do I feel when I hear this? Let me say you do look good with a cock in your mouth. It makes me so wet. I think I could come, watching you suck a real one. You're so gooooood. Do you want one? I don't mind. I'm happy either way although maybe we could share it! Now.... would you like to come? I want you to suck that beautiful cock and get yourself off at the same time. And I'll collect everything for you."
Later, as Robert swallowed every drop of his reward and we rested in post-sexual languor, I said "Belle. You're now my girlfriend so I want you to dress appropriately. From tomorrow I want you to wear make-up. Would you like that? Wearing make-up will help you with your fantasy, help you be a real girl sucking a real cock. You'll look so good with your painted lips sucking that beautiful cock."
"I, ah, yes, I do want to be your girl. But do I have to wear make-up?"
"Yes, of course you do. All girls wear make-up. I can just see you now, with your painted lips wrapped around a big beautiful cock. You'll look so good. And I want you to wear a bra and nickers after all, that's what girls wear and later on maybe we'll get you a dress and stockings and everything a nice girl needs. But you're not really a nice girl, are you Belle? I think you're really a bit of a slut. I mean, sucking your boyfriend's dick is one thing, but sucking all the dicks you can get your hands on....."
"But I just love them" Belle said, putting the dildo back in her mouth and entering into the fantasy of the moment, not realising just how real this was going to get.
And so Robert's training to become Belle finally began. And none too soon, I thought as I prepared for the morning.
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 9
After breakfast, which I had never seen Robert, or Belle as he had now become, devour so quickly, I had her shave closely "So we won't see your whiskers. And you'll need another wax soon so at the same time you can get your eyebrows shaped into a more feminine style and your underarms waxed too. In fact, everything below the neck comes off. And after you've had the wax I'll teach you how to tuck your dick and balls away so they don't spoil the line of your nickers and so on."
"How do you know about.... um.... tucking bits away?"
"One of my girlfriends used to have a boyfriend who was a crossdresser" I lied ".... and she told me what he did. Now my beautiful girlfriend, first your makeup. Watch in the mirror, because next time you'll have to do this on your own. No... change of plan. I'll do it for you the first time, so you can see the finished job in the mirror, then the second time I'll show you what to do, then the third time you'll be on your own."
Thirty minutes later I was finished. "Tie this scarf around your head" I said "because you've still got a guys hair cut. We'll fix that in the future, but for now let's hide the male look. Now the nickers..... and bra. You can wear this set of mine for now but later we'll get you two or three sets including weighted silicone bra inserts to give you some shape and so you can feel what it's like to have breasts, but for now, let's fill the bra with these stockings...... Now turn and have a look at yourself. What do you think? Not perfect, but for a first time, not too bad. Now.... let's look at this video I've bought. It's full of women and men sucking and licking and sucking and then later you can continue practising".
After lunch I called to Belle "Come into the bedroom, I've got a surprise for you." And as she entered the bedroom I ordered her "Now, on your knees in front of me and worship my cock."
Belle couldn't keep her eyes off my strap-on and as she knelt in front of me I saw her lick her lips. Was this nerves? Or anticipation?
Her hands went out and gently held my "cock" and started working it just as she had seen on the video and just as she'd seen me do it for her when she was Robert. I noticed she kept looking up at me, to see how I was enjoying her sucking. And all the time she licked it and kissed it and worshipped it she was saying "It's so big".... and "It's so good".... and "Oh, God.... I love it" and "Let me swallow it" and "I could do this forever" and ....
And I looked down and, once again, her erection was there, creating a bulge in the nickers and the front of the bulge was wet. "Want to come?" I asked. "God, yes. May I come?"
"Not yet, Belle. I'm not ready to come yet and you haven't sucked my balls. Remember what I said the other day? Sucking cock isn't about how good you feel with a cock in your mouth, it's about how good you make the cock feel. How long you can make the cock last before it comes. And then, and only then do you get your reward.... a lovely mouthful or two of your lover's come. And you must take every drop, you can't waste even one drop. If you are worshipping your lovers penis you must enjoy, must savour every drop. Even if you have to stay on him for half an hour after he climaxes. So, my sweet, yes you can come, but not yet. I'll tell you when."
And so Belle stayed on her knees loving my strap-on, worshipping my strap-on and continued to tell me how good my cock tasted, how much she loved having it in her mouth. Then finally I relented and squeezed the balls on the strap on and custard, which I had loaded in earlier, shot into Belle's mouth. And although she was obviously surprised by this sudden load of liquid into her mouth she didn't miss a stroke and kept sucking until I stopped squeezing the balls and all the custard was in her mouth.
"Oh, God."
"Here, look in the mirror. You've got semen coming out of your mouth, just like I sometimes have. Doesn't it look good?" and she licked her lips.
"Would you like to come?" I asked.
"Oh, God, yeeessss. Please, yes. Please may I come?"
"Yes my beautiful Belle. But only if you do it yourself while you're sucking my cock and you must save all your semen and feed yourself when you've finished. And you mustn't waste a drop."
"Oh thank you, thank you so much. I won't, I promise I won't waste a drop."
And she didn't.
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 10
The following weekend was a repeat of the previous Sunday with Belle sucking and worshipping my strap-on all Saturday. By Saturday night she was dripping like a tap but I wouldn't let her come "That's for tomorrow" I said, and told her tonight it was my turn I'd let her have all the fun for the previous few weeks so it was only fair she got me off.... with her tongue. So she did several times. By the time we went to sleep we were exhausted. That morning I had shown her how to put on her make-up and reminded her that tomorrow she had to do it herself. "You'll need to practise at home next week and the more you practise the better you'll become. Just like you practised with cock!"
Sunday morning Belle did her own make-up and, for a first time, I was most impressed. She put on her, well, my undies and asked me "Can I suck your cock again?"
"Of course you can, my beautiful girlfriend. But first, I have another present for you."
"For me? Oh, Mistress, you are so good to me. What is it?"
"This."
"Wh... what is it?"
"It's to help open you up so that when you lose your virginity you'll be able to take it and it won't hurt you."
"But...."
"You are my girlfriend, aren't you?"
"Yeees."
"And you do like sucking my dick, don't you?"
"Oh God, yes."
"So if you're my girlfriend and you like sucking my dick wouldn't you like my dick inside you? Just like a real girl? You want to be a real girl don't you Belle? You want to be my girl, don't you, Belle?"
"Yeeeesss, I want to be a real girl for you. I want to be your girl."
"Well this will help you so my dick doesn't hurt you the first time. Now bend over and touch your toes." And as she did, I smothered her hole and the butt-plug with jelly and pushed it home.
"I want you to leave it in all day every day except when you need to go to the toilet and when you've finished you will put it back in."
"Yes, I will put it back in. Can I suck your dick please?"
"Yes, Belle, now you can suck my dick. But this time, let's get on the bed where we can both be comfortable."
Later, much later, I interrupted her ministrations. "Belle?"
"Mmmmm??"
"Belle, sweetheart. We have to go shopping for some nice feminine undies for you."
"Can we do it later? I want to keep sucking you."
"No, Belle, we can't. We have to go now. But when we return you can suck me again and if you're good I might let you come. Now, you can't go out wearing make-up and your guys clothes so go and take off your make-up but you can leave on the nickers and bra. No one will know you're wearing them."
"But "
"No one will know."
Later, as we went from store to store I purposely stopped outside women's wear shops and asked Belle what she thought of different dresses. "Do you like that one?" and "What about that colour?" and "Do you think that would suit you?"
She looked at me as if I was mad. "Well, you are my girlfriend" I said. "Don't you think, at home, you should be wearing girls clothes?"
"I don't.... well... um....maybe. But only because I'm your girlfriend only for you."
"Of course. Now, let's go in here and get some undies for you."
We wandered around looking at all the different garments nickers and bras push-up and cleavage and shelf and under-wire and front closing and back closing and five-way, torso's and slips and garter belts and hosiery and I was watching an assistant out of the corner of my eye and I timed it so that as she joined us I was saying "What style and colour do you think you'd like to wear?"
"Hello, can I help you?" the assistant said and raised an eyebrow at me.
"Belle's just trying to make up her mind what type of bra she should get, aren't you , darling?"
"I.... ah.... um...."
"Perhaps I can help. You don't seem to have much up top at the moment so before we get to choosing a bra for you let me suggest weighted silicon bra inserts; they'll give you some shape and the weight will help you the feel you have real breasts. Are you going to get real breasts? Grow them, I mean. Go on hormones? Or have implants? I think hormones would be better. More natural don't you think? To feel them growing on your chest. I can remember when mine were growing. I'd look in the mirror every morning to see how much they'd grown and I can remember stroking them whenever I could.... in the shower, in bed, in fact every time I didn't have a top on. God they felt good. And they still do."
"I.... ahhhh...." as Belle turned to me as if to say 'Help'.
"Well, it doesn't matter. These weighted inserts feel just like the real thing. Now what size breasts would you like? They come in all different sizes. For your height and weight I think these should be right, but we can check in the change room, see what they look like when you've got a bra on. You don't want your breasts to look too big for your body size. Do you? Now, what style of bra? I don't think a cleavage bra is right for you yet because they show what you've got and at the moment you haven't got and you wouldn't want to show the silicone inserts...." and she giggled ".... but what about these and these and these and.... don't worry about the colour at the moment, just the style and how they fit. Come on, let's go and you can try them on."
"Belle, why don't I leave you with....."
"Penny."
"....Penny, and I'll come back in a half an hour or so?"
"I.... ahhhh...."
"Don't worry. You're safe with me" Penny said. "My boyfriend dresses in bra and panties all the time. I suppose you've got an erection, have you? You guys are all the same." And with that I was gone.
Later, when I returned, Penny said "I thought she should have basic black and basic white sets and there's also a beautiful tangerine set; bras and nickers and a thong and garter belts and stockings and.... and, oh yes, she was very stiff and leaking very badly and there was just no way she was going to get any of the nickers on in that condition so I made her empty herself but I made her lick up all her juices and so I included a packet of panty liners so she wouldn't stain her nickers. Hope that was alright?"
"Of course. How was she with the...."
"Jerking off? Actually very good. She started and took her time just as I suppose you've taught her and then before I knew it she was moaning and groaning and some of the other staff and customers came over to see what the noise was all about and when she was finished they all clapped her and someone said "Encore!" and someone else said "Again. I want to see it again" and somebody else said, quite seriously, "Do you do this every week? Because I missed most of it and I'd like to know when it's happening again so I can come and see it all. I just love watching a guy and when it's a guy learning to be a woman, well what can I say? Do you have some guy in every Saturday? Sunday?" She was so disappointed when I said "No". It's almost like we put on a floorshow." And then there was a pause and she said "I wonder if I should talk to management..... no, forget it." Then Penny looked at me and said "Actually I thought she should talk to management. It'd be such a drawcard. But then, imagine how busy we'd be. I'd never get home."
As we left the shop I said to Belle "While I was walking around the mall I was thinking about you being my girlfriend. You're going to be wearing make-up and you've just bought some lingerie.... I think we should get you some dresses and high heels and probably, yes definitely a wig. In fact you'll need them next weekend."
"Next weekend? What's happening next weekend? You're not making me go out in public, are you?"
"Mmmmmmm?? No, I'm not making you go out on public. Next weekend. It's just a surprise I have for you."
"Surprise? For me? What is it?"
"Can't tell you. It wouldn't be a surprise if I did. But I know you'll like it. In fact you'll love it. Now, let's go in here and get you fitted for a dress. Just one for next weekend." I didn't tell her this would be the first of many dresses she would buy. I figured she was stressed enough and I didn't want her so stressed she'd run away.
Later, at home, over drinks I said to Belle "How do you feel? Exhausted? Tired? Horney?"
"Actually.... I feel excited."
"Excited?"
"Well.... all this dressing in women's clothes is a bit unusual for a guy.... If you'd have told me six months ago I'd be doing this I wouldn't heave believed you. Even two or three days ago I wouldn't have believed you. But today.... I'm quite looking forward to it. Can I try everything on later?"
"Yes, you'll have to, to make sure everything is OK for next weekend. Don't worry. I'll help you. But what about if.... for now.... we go and have a rest.... in bed.... and then, later, you can try on everything we bought today. C'mon." and I grabbed Belle's hand and led her into the bedroom.
"Tonight my beautiful Belle" I said as we undressed each other, "I want you to experience what it feels like to be a woman, to have your lover inside you."
"OK.... but be gentle with me. This is my first time."
"I know."
And I was, and she did.
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 11
The following Saturday we woke early. "I'm glad you remembered to have the wax yesterday" I said over breakfast. "From now on I want it to be regular thing. Hairy legs look terrible in stockings and with a dress so if you're having your legs waxed you should get everything else waxed too.... and always get these done too. They look so wonderful, bald, feel so smooth. Don't they feel smooth? I could just handle them forever. But not now. Now we've got to get you ready for your surprise."
As Belle shaved and dressed and put on her make-up I made sure she understood how important clothes were to helping a woman feel good about herself. "If you look good you feel good and if you feel good everyone else feels good too. Now, how do you feel?"
"Good.... but nervous."
"You'll be OK. Now, the door bell just rang. Come in to the lounge.... I want you to sit here on this stool and put the blindfold around your eyes and don't take it off under any circumstances. Otherwise you'll spoil the surprise. Understand?"
"Uh-huh."
As I opened the front door I put my fingers to my lips then reached out and gave my visitor a brief kiss on the cheek. "You understand what's going to happen?" I whispered.
A brief nod of the head and we were in the lounge room.
"Belle. I have your surprise ready for you. Remember you mustn't take your blindfold off well, not until I tell you."
A brief nod of the head then my guest started rubbing his penis over Belle's face. She knew instantly what it was because her mouth immediately opened, and she took it inside. Her hands came up and started caressing it and then his balls and then she was moving her head up and down on it and, with a mouthful of cock Belle said "It feels so wonderful, so big. May I take off my blindfold so I can enjoy the look of it?"
I couldn't resist it. "When you were little, Belle, didn't your mother tell you never to speak with your mouth full?"
There was no laughter as I thought there might be and then I realised it was because my guest and Belle were enjoying themselves too much so, rather than spoil their moment I took off Belle's blindfold myself..
"You know how you've been begging me to find you a real cock to suck on?"
"Nooooo." Muffled.
"Well of course I know you haven't actually been saying you want a real dick to suck on but I knew you hadn't sucked on one for months, since you came to live in the city, so I spoke to one of the guys at work and, well, this is Peter, Peter this is Belle and Peter said he'd let you suck on him. Isn't that wonderful? Isn't he wonderful to let you do that? You must suck him forever as a sort of 'thank you'."
"But...." Muffled, as she continued to suckle on Peter's penis.
"No, don't be embarrassed. I told Peter you just love cock, at home you'd suck two or three guys in an afternoon, you loved it so much and Peter said if you wanted to you could suck him all afternoon. He said he knew it wouldn't be quite the same but it was alright by him if it was alright by you. Why don't you open his zipper and take his pants off and start enjoying yourself just as much as Peter is enjoying what you're doing?"
"Oh, that's nice, Belle. You've got nice hands. Oh, that iiisssss nice. Oh, yes."
"Don't worry about him, Belle" I said. "He'd just like all guys. All they want is a mouth around their dick. ... Now his balls, Belle, don't forget his balls.... now maybe both together.... how does that feel, Peter?...."
As Belle gently worked on Peter I could feel myself getting wet. This was something I frequently experienced when I watched my lover with someone else, and I confess I had to excuse myself to relieve my own tension.
When I returned some little while later - oh, alright, some long while later - Peter's dick was buried deep in Belle's throat with Peter thrusting hard and fast. Belle had her arms around Peter's hips and her mouth was matching him stroke for stroke. And then Peter was coming and Peter was moaning and Belle was moaning and so, I think, was I. And then it was over and Belle was still sucking, still licking, doing what she had been trained to do: swallow every drop, not waste a drop. And even as Peter withdrew, Belle was still licking, now squeezing his dick to make sure she had it all. And then Peter was dressing and I was walking to the door and I was back with Belle and the bulge in her dress was immense and I had her in my mouth and I controlled her and then she was inside me and she was on her back and I was riding her beautiful cock and.... and.... aaaaannnnnddddd.....
Later, much much later I asked Belle if she had enjoyed herself. She answered me with just one word. "More?" she said.
"Oh, yes, most definitely, but you can't get greedy." I answered. "But next time we share the guy, both of us taking his dick in turns. We'll both get him ready then you can either suck him off or have him inside you then you and I will do each other. OK?"
"God, yes" she said.
"Good. And honey?"
"Mmmmmm?"
"I can't believe how good you looked with your beautiful red lips wrapped around Peter's dick. You looked so happy, as if you had been born to have a dick in your mouth all the time. I felt so proud to have you as my girlfriend. But remember. Next time we share."
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 12
The following weekends were somewhat of an anti-climax.
Belle continued to dress more and more as a female as a I trained her in the ways of women including some of the subliminal things men saw but were unaware of, until the tricks were pointed out to them.... out for dinner, she looks around the room as she absentmindedly strokes the stem of a glass, and the poor guy nearly comes in his pants; bending over to pick something up and giving him a good view of her cleavage and pretending she doesn't see his eyes nearly coming out of his head; sitting next to him in the car, casually caressing his thigh, pretending to be unaware of the erection she's building, and then taking her hand away to check a map, or get a tissue or anything.
Then one day Belle asked me of I thought she would pass as a female.
"You mean in public?"
"Yes."
"Yes, I do" I said. "But I think you should try it in a more controlled setting first."
"What do you mean?"
"We could have some of my girlfriends over for lunch and you can meet them - as Belle."
Suddenly she was reluctant. Then, after some thought she said "Maybe you're right. But what about if there's some.... um.... imperfections. What if they realise that I'm not a real girl?"
"Don't you feel you're a real girl?"
"Well, yeees."
"OK. So if you feel you're a real girl, you are. But if the worst happens and you make a mistake it won't be a problem. We'll just tell them that.... I don't know.... you're in a play and in the play you're a woman so you're practising to be a woman. Don't worry. We'll think of something if we have to. But you'll have to get a couple of new dresses. You can't keep wearing that one all the time."
"A couple? Why?"
"So you have a choice depending on the weather. Now, next Sunday. I'll see if I can get them all here on Sunday which will give us Saturday to decide on what you and I are doing."
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 13
The following Saturday I sent Belle shopping with instructions to buy two or three dresses, a sundress with sleeves and a couple of others. I showed her some of my dresses so she would know what I meant.
"But I won't have been tested with your girlfriends which means I'll have to go shopping as myself. I'll have to go as Robert."
"Is that a problem?"
"Well, yes."
"Why?"
"Well, I'll be a guy and I'll say I want that dress and the sales assistant will ask what size and I'll say I don't know and she'll say who is it for and.... and.... I can't say it's for me."
"Why not?"
"Well.... I..... ummm...."
"Belle, sweetheart. Listen to me. Do you have any idea how many guys there are who wear women's clothes? Thousands. And when they first started wearing women's clothes how do you think they got those clothes? By going into a shop and buying them. Some of them went with their girlfriends like we did when you bought your undies and some of them went on their own. And all of them had to deal with female sales assistants. Remember Penny? She wasn't at all worried when you told her you wanted some lingerie for yourself. In fact she helped you with the fitting. Every female sales assistant in the world will have had at least one guy come in to buy a dress or something for himself. And if she hasn't by now, then you'll be her first. And I can tell you one thing. You won't be her last. All you need is a bit of confidence. Now.... are you my girlfriend?"
"Yes."
"Do you like being my girlfriend?"
"Yes."
"Do you like dressing like a girl?"
"Yes."
"Do you feel like a girl?"
"Yes."
"Are you a girl?"
"Yes."
"Then get out there and be a girl, a girl who just happens to be dressed in guys clothes. Don't worry. Girls wear guy's clothes all the time. So.... you're a girl in guy's clothes. Two or three dresses. OK?"
"OK!"
When she returned Belle was much more relaxed. There was a spring in her step and she smelled.... different.
"One of the cosmeticians sprayed me with this fragrance.... doesn't it smell wonderful.... and she said if I wanted, she'd give me a make-over.... but it would have to be private, she couldn't give a guy a make-over in the shop. So I told her 'Thanks but I was already someone's girlfriend' and I am, and I couldn't believe I said I was someone's girlfriend and the cosmetician just smiled and said she wished I was her girlfriend wasn't that nice? and I am. I'm your girlfriend and I don't want to change I'm happy as I am. And she said 'Well, if you change your mind.' And I smiled and said 'I won't' and turned and walked away".
While Belle was telling me this I could feel my emotions change and I was on the edge of tears. I felt so proud that she wanted someone else to know she was my girlfriend. I turned away so she couldn't see my eyes and said "Why don't you model them for me?"
Half an hour later she returned with her make-up on and wearing the first of the dresses she had bought. She looked wonderful, and after each change she seemed to be more beautiful than before.
"You're going to be a hit tomorrow" I said. "But what about now? I think the bedroom beckons. We've got a big day tomorrow so I think we should get an early night. Well, early to bed, anyway."
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 14
Eleven o'clock the following morning the first of my girlfriends arrived and I introduced her and Belle and then it was bedlam for a while as we all kissy kissy at the front door and I introduced Belle and as each of my girlfriends accepted her she relaxed and became.... Belle.
Then finally Juliette arrived and with her, her new boyfriend who looked particularly nervous. And who could blame him? As Juliette showed him where the bedroom was I said to Belle "Remember when you met all the girls and you were naked? Well, Juliette's got a new boyfriend and he gets to be naked just like you were. I thought today would be a good chance for you to test yourself as Belle because everyone's going to be interested in Graham's bits and not take too much notice of you. But you do have to be one of the girls and play with his dick. You can't not do it because otherwise everyone would wonder what was going on. They'd think you preferred women and in this room with these women that wouldn't be a good idea."
"Oh. Well.... um.... I guess I don't have a choice, do I?"
"Well you always have a choice. But after the surprise I gave you a couple of weeks ago, which, I might remind you, you loved...."
She grinned as she remembered.
".... I thought you'd also love being one of the girls and play with Graham. Besides, if you can do that, no one will ever suspect you're not really who you are".
"I guess. Who's the birthday girl?"
"I'll tell you later" I said.
As Graham came back into the room he was trying to cover himself and Juliette whispered in his ear and reluctantly he took his hands away and it was a repeat of the day Robert was the star: everyone introducing themselves to Graham and his bits and then it was Belle who was saying hello and I thought her hands stayed on Graham just a little bit longer than anyone else. And then it was lunch and I noticed Belle positioned herself so that she was the one who sat next to Graham and all through lunch she enjoyed his penis, or was it his balls?, just as others had enjoyed hers when she was Robert.
Then after lunch I stood and said "Graham.... will you come up here please?" and as he looked at Juliette and reluctantly came to his feet I continued "Ladies.... Usually at these gatherings it's the birthday girl who gets the presents but today it's just a little bit different. We have with us today my newest girlfriend...." and I looked at Belle. "It's the first time she's been to one of our CFNM gatherings and I hope, I know it won't be the last. Belle.... Come up here..... As I said, it's usually the birthday girl who gets the present but today, to welcome you into the girls group it's you who gets the present" and I put her hand onto Graham's penis. "Enjoy" I said.
"I... I... oh..." and she looked around the room at all the women and they were nodding their heads in encouragement and as she sank to her knees in front of Graham she looked at his penis in amazement, not at his size, I suppose, but because of what she was about to do, and in a group of other women. Then gently she started to stroke, started work and as she worked on him I could see her tongue come out and lick her lips and then, as it had when she was the star, the chanting started "Get him off. Let's see him shoot. Get him off. Let's see him shoot. Get him......" and I wondered what she would do and then she was taking him into her mouth, vacuuming him in with her mouth and the chanting continued and she continued and I thought she was going to let him come in her mouth and then she realised the others wanted to see Graham come so she stopped sucking and used her hand and she finished him, finished Graham to cheers and catcalls from all the girls. Then, as the noise subsided, once again she took Graham in her mouth and sucked him and licked him clean.
"Thank you" she said to everyone and looked at me. "Thank you."
Later, after Juliette and Graham had gone, and as Belle served coffee, Sue-Ellen, as I knew she would, said "Haven't I met you somewhere, Belle?"
Nervous look at me by Belle which I ignored and she said "Aahhhh...."
"Don't tell me.... let me.... I know. It was one Friday night after work. You picked up Jenny, or was it Jenny picked you up." Then she looked at me. "Is this Robert, who you trained to be.... Belle? Good job, Jen. Actually, an excellent job, Jen. Good student, too. If I hadn't known, I wouldn't have known. Congratulations to you both."
Belle was, by now, white with shock but that look quickly turned to amazement as all my girlfriends started clapping. "Well done, Belle" and "You really are beautiful" and "I wish I could get my boyfriend to be as soft and as gentle and as feminine as you. Maybe I should get Jenny to train him" and "We only knew because Jenny told us. Like Sue-Ellen said, if we hadn't known, we wouldn't have known. You can go anywhere you want and you'll be accepted as a woman" .... and as I hugged her she started crying. And then she said "Bugger. Now I've smudged my mascara" and she couldn't understand why we all, suddenly, started laughing. And then she got the joke and she, too, started laughing.
"Jenny tells us you have something to show us." This from Sue-Ellen.
"Wha???"
"Under your skirt" I whispered.
"Wha...? Wha...?"
"Under your skirt."
And then she understood. She shook her head "No."
"Yes" I said. "They won't mind."
"No, we won't mind" Sue-Ellen said. And then they started chanting "Show us what you've got. Show us what you've got. Show us....."
"They want to give you a little pleasure after the stress you've been under for the last few weeks becoming someone new, and doing it so successfully. Go on, let them please you."
So reluctantly Belle took off her dress and hung it up then turned to my girlfriends to reveal to them her penis and balls tied with ribbon and the ribbon tied to her bra so that her balls were no longer hanging loose but were, rather, pulled up toward her stomach, on display.
As she walked among my friends pouring coffee they each fondled her and squeezed her and enjoyed her and she, in turn, enjoyed what they did to her. On several occasions she was enjoying what was being done to her so much that I had to remind Belle she was pouring coffee.
Later, as she continued to walk among them, still being caressed, her breathing now quite ragged, Barbara asked her "How was the wax? Did it hurt? Did you get.... you know...." and she raised her forefinger to simulate a penis becoming erect.
"Not initially. It stung a bit, but didn't hurt. The beautician waxed all my back first, my legs and bum and back then rolled me over and waxed my legs and stomach and chest and underarms and brows and...."
"Yeeessss?"
"She said she was leaving the best to last so she sprinkled powder on my.... um.... on me then she rubbed it in, then she put the wax on me and that was, ah, interesting. That did hurt. But it was also, nice, I suppose. And then it got really interesting because earlier when she was taking the wax off it was just, you know, rip, rip, rip but this time she was slow, so slow. She said she didn't want to hurt me but the slow removal was worse than the fast removal. Actually.... I think she did it on purpose."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"What, the pain? Actually.... I wouldn't have thought so but I got this monster erection, a bit like this... and she said I must like pain, that's why I was stiff."
"Did she....?"
"No. She wanted to but I said Jenny wouldn't like it and she said Jenny's not getting it, you are, and I would have, but I resisted...."
And with that they all clapped. Again I was proud of her, and told her so.
And then, as I thought she would, Sue-Ellen said "Well, Jen, is she going to suffer, or are you going to put her out of her misery?"
"What do you think, Belle? Do you want to suffer? Or do you want me to put you out of your misery?""
"I.... ah.... suffer? What do you mean?"
"Sue-Ellen thinks that because you resisted when you had the wax and because the girls have all been massaging your balls, they'll be very full and you might want to empty them. And they want to watch. Do you? Want to empty them?"
"In front.....?"
"Yes."
"But....?"
"Well?"
"OK."
So she did. And some of the girls helped and, as usual, she didn't waste a drop. "Oh, I like that", someone said. "Licking up her own mess."
BELLE
by Jennifer Bowman
CHAPTER 15
Now, some months later, Belle has got her full confidence as a young woman. She changed jobs so she could live full time as a female. Most Friday or Saturday nights we go to nightclubs or dinner together and one or both of us usually scores. As promised, we share as many cocks as we can, getting them ready so that one or both of us can have them inside us. Belle says she's not sure which she likes best: having the guys inside her mouth or inside what she calls her "pussy". And on those rare occasions we don't score in a nightclub, we have each other. I rather like that especially as I can pleasure Belle with my strap-on. The way I control her she says she doesn't know which she prefers: the strap-on or a real one. I suspect, I know it's the real one, because of the enjoyment she gets when her lover comes. She can't get that with a strap-on.
Belle has started taking hormones and her breasts have just started to bud and she has stopped wearing weighted bra inserts. I think she's also looking forward to having guys suck on her breasts. But I must confess I am quite looking forward to her having breasts so I, too, can nurse on them.
Imagine: my girlfriend with breasts and a cock and balls, and all smoothly waxed. The best of both worlds. Yum.
THE END