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Please note: the twelve parts of this story depict sex between males, between minors and between adults and minors. They depict oral, anal and vaginal sex as well as incest, rape, sadomasochism and transvestitism. If any of these offend you or are illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further.
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Early Summer, Year 2
That summer, I bought myself a onepiece similar to the one I'd borrowed from the Millers. I looked at myself in the mirror and was really pleased. Keith had helped me pick out a new jock for the summer which kept things in line as well as the leather g. I really appreciated Keith's jock expertise. Now with my new bathing suit and my falsies, I looked damned hot, I thought.
Each day, when we got home from the pool, I got out of my boy swimtrunks and donned my new onepiece. I began sunbathing in the backyard wearing my one piece. Most girls my age would aim for an overall tan, wearing a two piece bikini and doffing the bra when they could to erase all the tan lines possible. I, however, wanted my tanlines. I wanted to stand naked in front of a mirror and still see where my lovely female bathing suit had been. One day I decided to talk to Keith about my idea.
"May I ask you a question, Sir?" I said, as I washed up the breakfast dishes and he was thumbing through his little black book.
"What the fuck do you want, bitch? You're fuckin interrupting me."
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I want to ask your permission for something." I was beginning to learn how to get my way with Keith. He was the master. I was the slave. Yet I was discovering ways to manipulate him. And of course a key ingredient was my obsequious kowtowing.
"So what is it already. What the fuck you want from me. Be quick about it, bitch."
"Can Francine go to the pool sometime, Sir?"
Keith was silent a long time. It had annoyed him seeing me sunbathing when he thought I should be doing chores. He liked it when he could humiliate me with girly clothes but now he saw I was enjoying it way too much. I figured the gears in his head were turning like mad trying to decide how he could control the circumstances so that I'd still end up looking like the old stupid bitch I was.
"OK, just this once. Hurry up and get dressed." I put on my suit, my falsies, sunglasses, a pair of high heeled plastic beach shoes, and a lacey coverup. I laid my towel over one arm and was ready to leave. Keith, however, didn't wait for me that day. He rushed on ahead to the pool. This time, he didn't want us arriving together. When I got there, he was with his bitch circle and his male roadies. He saw me approach and said in a loud voice, "Well, look at the new bitch in town."
The reactions were varied. Some of the guys knew right away who I was and started laughing, figuring Keith had made me dress this way. Others guys thought I really was a new bitch and whistled, -- realizing their error later, they tried to cover up the plain fact that they'd been attracted to another guy. The girls were nervous at first. Most of them had seen Francine before but not in this getup, not at the pool. They knew they didn't need to be jealous, but any female, real or otherwise, was still a potential distraction.
I settled next to the others. Brian sat down and started playing with my boobs and everyone laughed. Big George came over with a frown on his face. "Do I know you?" I nodded and again everyone laughed. I even went swimming, although I didn't put my head under water this time. I didn't want to ruin my makeup or my hair.
Dressed as I was I couldn't accompany the boys into the john when they had to piss. When I had to piss, I walked into the girls' room. A place I'd never been. I went into a stall, sat down and arranged the layers of stuff on my crotch so I could pee. I came out, checked myself in the mirror, adjusted my makeup and then joined the group. The girls in Keith's circle made sure they didn't go the bathroom whenever I was there.
Keith called "Wall" and of course I took my place in the center. But Keith also made Cathy, a new member of the bitch circle join me. "Now, my friends, I wish to show you the diference between a real bonafide girl and a ripoff fake. Fellas, this is an important lesson to learn, so you don't get scammed some time. Now listen up."
"First off, notice their faces. Who's the prettiest?"
"Cathy!" The vote was unanimous, and I'm afraid I had to agree with the consensus.
"OK, now a real girl knows how to really kiss. Brian, you were very interested in Francine before." Snickers from the audience. "Go up and give her a kiss." Redfaced, Brian entered the circle and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"On the mouth!" the crowd ordered. So Brian scrunched up his face and landed a sloppy one on my lips. Keith instructed him to then move on to Cathy. This time, Brian took his sweet time, locking lips with her and clearly dueling with her tongue.
"Now, Brian, tell us who's the better kisser, the real girl or the fake bitch?" Of course, I lost that contest as well.
Next was the blow job contest. Jake, the tester this time had to admit I gave the better bj. And the others reluctantly agreed. Poor Cathy was not up the task at all. On her knees she gave a gallant effort, but without my experience and inner knowledge of the male anatomy, she was totally out of her league. Pedicting this was going to be the case, Jake started with her and when she gagged on his fat cock, he moved over to me and received a first rate job complete with swallowing.
Undeterred, Keith moved on. Another boy was directed to feel our breasts. Cathy was getting a little nervous now. She wasn't sure where this was leading. I was. After the breasts were tested for feelability, they then had to be compared on looks. Cathy and I had to both lower our shoulder straps. Cathy's lovely tits hung out, mine fell on the ground. We were both embarrassed now. A young nubile girl doesn't like to be made to show her rack in public, and no lady likes to lose her melons altogether. My one piece was now down to my waist and despite my lovely tan I was looking more and more like the boy I didn't want to be. Cathy quickly slipped her bikini bra back on. We both were completely flushed, but were about to turn deep scarlet.
The next lad was told to feel our pussies. He stood between us and pushed one hand inside each of our suits. He felt my organ and pulled his hand out, feigning disgust. But his other hand kept massaging Cathy's cunt. She was nearly in tears now but she stood there like a trooper. I wanted to hug her and comfort her. But more than that, I wanted to serve Keith and make him happy. This awful show was making him very happy.
Keith then came into the circle and lowered his pants. His tool was rock hard. "OK, now that we know which pussy feels better, let's see which one works better." Cathy began whimpering and mouthing the words, please don't. But there was no stopping Keith. He directed a couple boys to remove both our suits. We stood there, me now only in my tight little jock and she in only her bra. As we both shook and tried to cover ourselves, Keith came over to me and pushed his cock against my perianum. He pretended to probe with his fingers and then announced to no one's surprise that he couldn't find the hole. He then stood in front of Cathy. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll be gentle," he whispered softly. She looked up at him, her eyes coated in tears, and continued to mouth please don't. He took a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on. Then he positioned his tool at her vagina and thrust. She closed her eyes. He grabbed her and she instinctively curled her legs around his waist. He stood there bouncing her on his rod as all the circle stood in silence. I'm sure most of them, like myself, had not witnessed a standing fuck before, but obviously Keith was an expert.
When he had blown his wad and pulled out, Cathy collapsed on the ground in the fetal position. I picked up her bikini bottom, but another girl took it from me and helped Cathy slip it back on. I was really sick now from this exhibition and bent over to pick up my own onepiece and my falsies. I didn't realize who I was in front of when I bent over.
"Uh, Keith?"
"Yeah, Big George?" Keith looked up, as he finished pulling up his pants. He saw my big ass, he saw Big George's bulging bathing suit, and nodded. "Sure, George, go ahead." So while Cathy and a couple friends retired to the ladies room, the rest of the circle held firm and watched me get the fuck I had been denied for lack of a pussy.
After that, Keith did not permit Francine to go to the pool, despite her pleadings. He said he had wanted me to lose all the contests to Cathy, even the blow job. He figured I should have known that. So, Fran-sess went to the pool instead, swam quickly, went back home and got into his Francine suit for some sunbathing. I also found excuses not to go to the pool at all. If Francine couldn't be there, I didn't want to go either. So I found chores that needed finishing which prevented me from going. Keith of course always took me down into the basement in the evening and punished me for leaving him alone without his slave bitch.
And I was making plans for our end-of-summer trip to the lake.