The 20 Year Old Virgin
By Madcat
A young male struggles to shed his virginity in a world suddenly filled with powerful women.


I. The Date

"Ah, well, I don't know." Jeff said, hemming and hawing.

"Come on, it'll be fun." Mary replied. Cute little Mary, she was 5 foot 2
inches of prime female real estate. Sadly, the sweet young thing belonged to
Brad, Jeff's best friend.

"Don't be a dipshit. This will be a great chance to get some. Mary says her
cousin is loose." Brad interjected as his girl punched his arm. He brought up
Jeff's Achilles heel: his virginity.

They all knew about. It hung around Jeff's neck like a curse. At 20 years old,
Jeff was officially a man. But he knew that he could never really be one until
he took a woman. Jeff wanted it so bad, he could taste it.

His troubles defied easy explanation. He was a good looking fellow of medium
build. Girls generally found him attractive and he had his fair share of
dates. But things never seemed to work out in his favor.

Part of it came down to his passive personality and a growing lack of
confidence around people of the female persuasion. A lot of it was good old
fashioned bad luck and Jeff was determined to change that, even if it meant a
blind date with Mary's cousin. The girl probably weighed 200 lbs and looked
like a farm animal. But if it meant getting laid, he would do it.

"OK, I'm in. But she better be hot, like you said." Jeff said to Mary.
Strange, he always felt at ease with the perky little red head. "Or I just
might spank that cute little ass of yours."

Not surprisingly, the big chested chick stuck out her prime little tush for
Jeff. "Go for it big guy. Her name is Leslie by the way. "

Brad jumped in quickly, a little perturbed by his girlfriend's shameless
flirting. "Don't even think about it." He said to Jeff.

But he was too late. Jeff had already thought long and hard about little Mary.

The big date started off well. Leslie did weigh close to 200 lbs but she was
far from farm animal quality. Mary's cousin was tall, close to 6 foot, and
possessed a sturdy athletic frame. She also had long blonde hair, sparkling
blue eyes and a sweet, come hither look about her. Leslie's smallish chest was
more than offset by her great legs and delicious ass.

His date wore short little cut-offs and a white tank top, WITH NO BRA. She
might as well as had an EASY sign on her forehead. All signals were go. By the
end of the dinner, Jeff readied himself for take-off.

He also found Leslie easy to talk to. She carried the conversation when Jeff
could not, avoiding those awkward silent periods. He discovered that she went
to state, played volleyball on a full scholarship and had a 22" vertical leap,
whatever that meant.

The movie went even better. Jeff almost got some in his seat. The blonde
kissed him hungrily and allowed him to fondle her small, perky breasts. She
took her turn by unzipping his jeans and playing with his tool. The male felt
a little awkward being exposed in a crowded movie theatre. In the end it just
added a little dash of excitement to an otherwise thrilling show. He left the
theatre covered in popcorn and bulging just below the belt.

"It looks like you guys had fun." Mary commented.

"It was a great movie." Leslie confirmed. "Lots and lots of action."

"Lets go to the point." Brad suggested. He wanted it as bad as his friend.

"Sure." Leslie answered then asked. "What's the point?"

Simply put, it was the make out place. Located on a small hill overlooking
town, local couples went there for a little one on one time. The boys had come
prepared with blankets, libation, and everything else required for nighttime
fun. Brad parked the car and both couples went there separate ways.

Jeff found a private little spot in a gully. Leslie held the flashlight while
he spread the blanket. Next, Jeff clicked on a little soft music and cracked
open a couple of beers.

"Here ya go." The male said to his date as he handed her a cold one.

"Down the hatch." She said before chugging the freakin' thing. Then the girl
tossed the empty in the bushes, in clear violation of littering laws.

He almost went to get it and give the blonde a quick lecture on keeping mother
earth clean. But the girl grabbed him by the collar and pulled the boy close.
"Let's dance." She whispered in his ear just before nibbling on it. Jeff
forgot all about mother earth.

Her heat seemed to infect him as his arms closed around her hard bod. Mere
words could not describe this girl. The way she moved. The way she felt. The
way she kissed him. This was it. This would be the night.

Swaying to the music, her hands unzipped him again. His jeans fell away as
Jeff massaged the girl's awesome biceps. They feel bigger and harder than
mine, he thought to himself.

His shirt disappeared next in a spray of buttons. It was a favorite but Jeff
really didn't care at this point. This chick was incredible. He moaned as she
sucked on one of his boy tits.

"I can't wait to f--- you." Jeff blurted out as his penis rubbed against her
firm female flesh.

His comment certainly didn't rank as the most romantic. Such ill-timed remarks
had cost him dearly in the past. But Leslie seemed different. More mature,
willing and able, Jeff thought. Nothing could have prepared him for her reply.

"I'm sorry, honey, but I don't go all the way." The steamy blonde panted.

"Huh?"

"It's a volleyball rule. No sex until the end of the season."

"You have to be kiddin' me."

"Nope. I swore an oath. I can't let my teammates down."

She seemed deadly serious. Nothing made sense. The girl was practically raping
him. "What the hell are we doing out here then?" the male asked with his full
manhood still pressing against her rippling abs.

"Well, I kinda thought you might like to fool around a bit." The blonde said
coyly, leading up to her coup de grace. "You know, eat my pussy. Nothing turns
me on more than when a hot guy goes down on me."

Her response brought mixed emotions in the young man. At least he would be
getting something. "Well, OK, if you do me too." Jeff answered, assuming that
she would agreeable. It only seemed fair.

"Oh, no, I don't do that either. Its too demeaning."

"What?" he blurted out. "You expect me to go down on you, but you won't return
the favor?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so." The girl agreed, still holding her date tight.

The male struggled all of a sudden to break free from her embrace. This chick
was a psycho. "This is over. Lets go back to the car." Jeff said excitedly.

"Come on, don't be a party pooper."

"I'm not. Its just ... Its just ... "

Its just that he could not break free from the blonde. Her muscular arms
encircled him like steel bands, holding his almost nude body close to hers.
The logical implications of Leslie's superior strength slowly dawned on the
both of them.

"Just be a good boy and do what mama tells you." The girl said, effectively
assuming control of the encounter.

Jeff finally found her fingers and pried them apart. This allowed him to slip
out of her embrace. But his freedom was short lived. The boy still had his
pants around his ankles and he went down, beating his arms furiously. He
landed hard on his bottom.

Leslie replied by grabbing his pants and shoes and completely removing them.
With the girl holding his legs up, Jeff had no chance to of stopping the
female assault. Once freed of his clothing, the lad rolled to his feet. He
bravely confronted the fully clothed blonde assailant wearing just his briefs.

"Stop. This has gone far enough. I said no."

"Don't tell mama, no." Leslie replied, grabbing his hands. She began to bend
his wrists back at increasingly painful angles.

The two were approximately the same height and weight. Jeff tried to fight
back, thinking that as a male he should have some advantage. All the guy
managed to do was delay the inevitable. He slowly sank to his knees, eying her
glorious chest rippling with female power, all the way down.

"Stop please!" Jeff begged from his knees.

"Are you going to be a good boy?"

"Yes, please!"

"Are you going to do what mama tells you?"

"Yes!"

"That's yes ma'am."

"Yes, ma'am." The boy conceded quickly. She looked almost maniacal in the soft
light from the flashlight.

"Stand up." Leslie commanded as she released his near broken arms.

Jeff obeyed her, making it his first act of voluntary submission to female
domination. Her hand went to his briefs and toyed playfully with the
waistband.

"You won't be needing these." The blonde said, ripping his underwear to
shreds. Her hands proceeded to his swollen hammer and massaged it gently.

"OOOuu, nice." The blonde purred but her tone changed dramatically with her
next words. "Get on your knees, boy."

Mary found the couple about an hour later and even the liberated young woman
found the scene highly unusual. Jeff was on his back, buck naked. This, in of
itself, was strange. The Point was only semi-private. Most couples did it with
their clothes still on. But there was more.

Her cousin sat on the boy's face, not in the forward position, but in the
highly unusual rear configuration. This placed poor Jeff's face deep up
Leslie's big ass, who, wisely still wore her panties and tank top. And there
was more.

She played, no, toyed with Jeff's potent manhood. Very potent manhood, the
little redhead thought to herself. It was the first time she ever saw him,
well, er, naked. Her cousin pulled it roughly, causing the young man to
contort his slender body. Leslie laughed at the naked male as she ground
herself on his face. There was still more.

Jeff's cloths lay scattered about, torn and ripped. It spoke volumes to what
had just happened here. If the roles had been reversed and her cousin lay
naked on the ground, Mary would have been appalled, even prepared to call the
cops. But she took this in stride, putting it off to a little playful fun.

She watched spellbound for a few moments, wondering what it must feel like to
have such power. The redhead fantasized about her Brad and what a good tongue
lashing would feel like. Her boyfriend was a nice guy and all but he stuck to
the tried and true missionary position like glue.

Mary cleared her throat and entered the lover's circle. "Time to go, kids."
She said staring down at Jeff's highly potent manhood.

"Awe, already?" the blonde said, smiling back.

"Ah, yeah." Mary demanded as she grabbed her bold cousin by the arm. Boy, Jeff
has cute little nuts, the redhead thought to herself.

Leslie got up reluctantly. She towered over her smaller cousin and gave her a
great big hug. "Thanks for bringing me tonight. It was fun." The blonde said
before straightening out her panties and slipping into her shorts.

Mary found poor Jeff only semi-conscious, fueling the fires of doubt over what
had just transpired. It got worse from there. Most of Jeff's clothing lay
ruined and they could not even find his jeans. Mary walked him back to the car
wearing just his torn shirt.

"What the hell happened?" Brad asked when he saw the condition of his pal.

"I think your friend just lost his virginity." Mary whispered back.

"Damn. Your cousin must be a wildcat." Her beau replied.

They stuffed a still groggy Jeff into the back seat. A little worried, Mary
hopped in beside him. For some reason, she didn't want to leave the boy with
Leslie in the back.

Brad drove home, talking amicably with the big blonde. Curiosity got the
better of Mary and her hand went between Jeff's legs. He moaned softly but the
two up front never heard a thing over the radio and their own gabbing.

"Are you OK?" she said to Jeff. God, this guy had an extremely potent manhood.

"Yeah," he replied softly.

To sum things up, Mary found him high and dry. He didn't get any tonight. Poor
Jeff was still a virgin, a very potent one, but still a virgin. Before she
knew it, her hand started to work him lovingly. Seconds later, his body jerked
and his potent thing finally went soft.

"Thanks." Jeff whispered.

"You're welcome." Mary replied, not sure of the correct response for giving a
guy a hand job in the back of your boyfriend's car while he was busy flirting
with your cousin who may have caused the whole situation in the first place.

II. The Sister

Jeff woke late the next morning feeling like he had been run over by a truck.
Memories of the ordeal came back with every achy muscle. The blonde had forced
him to service her in every conceivable position and a few that still remained
a mystery. Before this, Jeff had barely gotten to second base with a girl. Now
he was something of an expert in oral gratification. As much as he hated to
admit it, the memories of strong, sexy Leslie caused an odd stirring in his
loins.

His thoughts quickly turned to Mary as Jeff brushed his teeth hard. Only she
had helped him last night, even going so far as providing his first, non-solo
climax. He wanted to call her but she was Brad's girlfriend. Damn, how did he
get himself in situations like this?

The boy went downstairs to the kitchen and poured some cereal in a bowl. A
little food should help him think. He wore just a pair of athletic shorts on
his trim body. Much to Jeff's chagrin, the back door burst open before he
could get his first bite.

Jeff's little sister, Jenny, rolled in. Only she wasn't that little any more.
The girl stood only 5-4 but weighed a whopping 150 lbs. She wasn't fat per se,
but instead possessed a body like a little Sherman tank. Two big, D cup head
lights graced the front of her hull.

Jenny played every sport imaginable. Her specialty was soccer for which she
was now attired. The little blonde lacked the speed to play in college and
planned to try rugby next year.

"Good morning sleepy head. You're up late. Get any last night?" she joked as
she poured an OJ.

"Eat me." He replied, showing his love for his sister.

Jenny didn't want it any other way. "Ahh, it looks like my big brother is
still a virgin." She shot back slouching on the table in front of him.

"Leave me alone." Jeff commanded as he illicitly scoped out her huge melons.

They both knew what his orders meant around this house: didly squat. Jenny, on
the other hand, commanded some authority. This unbalanced relationship arose
out of an incident that occurred some 5 years ago.

It had been a quite evening at the Jones. A 15 year old Jeff disappeared down
the basement to play some computer games. His jockette sister was watching a
stupid ball game. She unwisely refused to give up the TV. As usual, an
inter-sibling battle broke out. But this time the fight had a different end. A
nubile young Jenny pinned her brother to the floor.

Jeff was stunned. He challenged his sister to another match, and another, and
another. Soon the female victories became to numerous to count as the girl's
celebrations increased in intensity. They went form simple taunting, to sexual
slurs, and ended up in a mock spanking. Terrified, the young Jeff fled the
field of battle as tears of shame rolled down his cheeks.

From then on, he lived in fear of his little sister. They never fought again
but the conniving little vixen used her new power in other ways. She made him
do all of her household chores and then some. Jenny liked to order him around.

"Mom left you a list of chores to do. Its on the fridge." She replied, shaking
her big ones slightly. Jenny liked to tease him too.

Jeff knew the drill. Mother would have left chores for both of them. According
to his little sister, Jenny's jobs belonged to her darling big brother. As
usual the boy got angry. But it was different this time. After last night,
Jeff slowly came to realize that he had to start sticking up for himself. He
had to start fighting back or he would always end up on his knees.

"No." He said, still staring at her proud D cups. Jenny's tee shirt was wet
with sweat and it showed every beautiful curve.

"What did you say?" she replied. Jeff usually groused a bit but he never
directly challenged her authority, not after the basement incident.

"No." the lad replied, standing up and towering over his little sis.

"Do we need to go down to the basement and talk about this?"

"If that's what you want." Jeff replied, accepting the challenge. Things would
be different this time, he told himself. He was a full grown man now, some 5
inches taller and 40 lbs heavier than five years ago. But somehow, the male
didn't quite believe it.

The siblings retreated to the basement for their battle. Jenny smiled
confidently. Unlike her brother, she hadn't grown much taller since their last
fight. But Jenny had grown much stronger. She worked out daily at school and
kept pace with the strongest boys. None could touch the stout blonde in leg
press where she commonly lifted over a 1000 lbs.

Jeff wanted desperately to wipe that cocky grin of his sister's face as they
took positions on the opposite sides of the basement. "Ready?" the girl said.
He just nodded while admiring her female chest.

They pair wasted no time mixing it up. Each wanted to quickly demonstrate
his/her superiority. The combatants locked arms in the middle of the room.

A shiver of doubt ran thru Jeff's mind. He found out his sister not only
looked like a Sherman tank, she felt like one too. The muscles on her arms and
shoulders flexed like steel cables under his fingertips. Also, Jenny seemed to
weigh a metric ton. The male poured on the power, desperate not to lose this
fight.

The gods of battle seemed to be on his side for a change. Slowly, and against
all odds, he drove his hated sister back. A smile crossed his lips. Jeff
should have done this long ago.

Sadly, this was no feat of male strength or divine intervention. Jenny had
simply forgot to remove her socks. She slid on the carpeted floor, unable to
gain any traction or bring her superior strength to bear on her brotherly foe.

Grunting with supreme effort, he drove stout lass back to the couch. Jenny
fell back into a sitting position.

"Give up, sis?" the male boasted. He felt like the king of Siam for a few
short seconds.

She replied by kicking her leering brother in the chest. Her short, tree trunk
leg hit the lad like a cannon ball. It lifted the boy off his feet and
propelled the male across the room. At this point, the girl decided to take
charge of the fight. She needed to get her brother on the ground, nullify his
size advantage and bring her superior strength to bear.

Stunned by the force of her kick, Jeff struggled to stand. His little sis came
at him like a bullet. She hit him in the chest with a rugby tackle while the
lad was still off balanced. Jeff collapsed like a house of cards and hit the
ground with incredible force. Things got a little hazy for our young hero.

The battle should have ended then and there. But, much like 5 years ago, Jeff
stuggled on, refusing to submit to his sister. And just like the last time,
the lad opened himself up to attacks by an increasing bold female who would
stop at nothing to humiliate him.

Jeff landed on his stomach and paused to regain his wits. Fortunately, the
avid sportswoman laying on top of him had little wrestling experience. She had
no idea how to flip him over and get a pin. So the young man waited for his
chance to reverse her.

It came about a minute later as Jenny tried to roll him over. He was too heavy
for just her arms so the girl drove with her feet. Again, her socks hampered
the girl's effectiveness. The male resisted her furiously, trying to ignore
the pleasant feeling of her big, soft breasts on his back.

At just the right moment, Jeff reversed himself and rolled with his sister.
The move worked perfectly, proving skill beats brute strength in wrestling
every time. He came out on top in perfect position for a sister-busting pin.
Even better, the girl had begun to tire despite her superb conditioning. The
long sought male victory seemed at hand.

Sadly, no one told Jenny that fact. Her brother's slender body lay right
between her tree trunk like legs. It was almost like sex, she thought to
herself. And there was one thing that the busty blonde loved to do to boys
during the act.

"I got you." Jeff boasted as he tried to force her arms.

Even that went poorly for the male. Despite his superior position, his cute
little sister proved too strong for his trembling male muscles. And things
were about to get a lot worse.

Jeff tried to shimmy up her torso to gain more of an advantage on her arms but
he found movement impossible. She had her legs around his waist. Slowly, like
giant pythons, they began to squeeze.

It didn't hurt much at first and Jeff even tried to joke about it "Golly gee,
sis, what are - are - are ... " He didn't finish it.

At first the male just had trouble breathing, next came the intense pain,
finally he felt like a pimple about to pop. Jeff had to abandon his attempts
for a pin. He got to his knees and tried to push her legs down to relieve the
awful pressure. His endeavors met with some success as he poisoned her thighs
across his pelvis and buttocks.

But he did not break free. By this time his big chested sister lounged
casually, her head propped up on one arm. Once she saw her scissors loosing
effectiveness, Jenny arched her back and twisted her powerful hips violently.
The move caught poor Jeff off guard. She slammed him face first into the
floor. Grabbing his hair, the blonde tormentress repositioned her thighs
across her brother's weakened stomach. They began to tighten again, crushing
the very life out of the unfortunate male.

Jeff was forced to try and repeat his earlier move. This time, with her hand
on his hair, she forced him into a three point position. He pushed hard with
just one hand and managed to slide her leg off his sweaty buttocks.

That's when the male noticed his shorts hanging off the end of his ass! He
could now feel his little penis pressing directly against his sister's massive
thigh. Thanks to the terrible events of the previous evening, he wasn't
wearing any underwear.

Sadly, the male had little chance to worry about his attire. Little sister
went on the offensive, released her scissors and grabbed the exhausted boy
from behind. Jenny's strong arms snaked under his. She put her brother in a
full nelson and yanked him to his feet.

Needless to say, his shorts fell a few more critical inches, totally exposing
the young man. So far, the female had not seen the results of her handiwork,
but that too was about to change.

"Your mine, brother." Jenny claimed as she felt his slender body softening.
This was no invitation for surrender, more of a statement of fact. He had
reached the end of his rope, while she was just getting started.

The busty blonde threw her brother face forward into the nearby wall, her
melon like breasts nicely highlighted by her sweaty tee shirt. Then the woman
spun him around, pinning his arms beside his ears. That's when she it,
dangling like an open belt from his waist.

"Jeffrey Jones, you pervert. Why did pull your pants down?" the girl said
staring at his private part.

He couldn't really resist with his shorts around his knees. He couldn't pull
them up with hands pinned to the wall, yet he really didn't want to loose his
shorts. That left the hapless male few choices. "You did that with your leg
scissors." Jeff growled at his sister. "Let me go."

That was not in the girl's plan just yet. "Haven't you ever heard of
underwear?" Jenny asked as she continued to eyeball his thing.

"Well - I - just ... " the male stammered. He surely didn't want to explain
his date last night.

"Enough already. From now on, you will always wear undies in this house,
understood." She replied, still staring.

"Yes ma'am."

"Is it - Is it - Is it getting bigger?" Jenny said, flabbergasted.

"NO!" Jeff denied what he already knew. The male dared to look down. He had
reached stage 1 arousal. His member swelled and elongated with additional
blood flow. Thankfully, it was still soft, but stage 2 was just around the
corner.

"It is getting bigger." The blonde observed. "You are getting a boner."

"No! Let me go." He shouted. The male resisted again and almost broke free of
his sister. She quickly regained control of the taller boy, repining his arms.
This blatant display of sisterly superiority seemed to usher in stage 2. He
had a bona fide boner sticking out from between his legs.

"You are a perv." Jenny decided, once and for all.

Stage 1 & 2 embarrassed the hell out of the young man. Stage 3 proved to be
worse. His 8 inches of man flesh reached its full height in homage her power
and ample female charms.

"Make it stop." The busty blonde commanded, still holding him nude against the
wall. By this time his shorts were around his ankles. Their little wrestling
match had gone far beyond anyone's expectations.

"I can't."

"Then I'll do it for you." She said. Jenny remembered an incident with a young
quarterback a couple of months ago. The boy had gotten a little too frisky
with her in the backseat of a car. She pinned the over aggressive male and
applied pressure to just the right part of his anatomy. Lets just say, it
solved the problem quickly and efficiently. Jenny grabbed her brother's balls.

Jeff screamed, at first because of the moral outrage of her touching him
intimately. Soon his screams became more pain based. It took longer than she
wanted, but within a couple minutes, the girl had him back down to stage 1.
Stage 2 seemed miles away at this point.

"Leave me alone." The boy sobbed. He had been reduced to begging. She still
held by the balls with her other arm firmly across his chest. Jenny had
destroyed her big brother this time: mentally, physically and emotionally.
They both knew this was their last fight.

"Not so fast. I need to find you some underwear. Follow me." The girl said.
This time they both knew he would obey her. She had won his complete
obedience. There would be no more brotherly insolence or surliness, only total
submission.

Still the girl grabbed him by the hair and bent him over. She led him this way
up to her pink and lavender bedroom because she wanted to. Jenny liked to
humiliate her brother. That much hadn't changed.

"Try these on." The busty blonde said to her nude sibling. She handed him a
pair of her white panties.

Jeff's desire to submit battled with his identity as a man. "Jenny, please,
no."

"Do it. Or I'll put you over my knee, just like last time."

That threat sealed the deal. He took the panties and tried them on. Not
surprisingly, they hung loosely on his slender hips. "They're too big." Jeff
said with relief.

Jenny possessed wide female hips and big well rounded ass. All of her panties
outsized her comparatively small brother. But that did not stop the panty
fashion show. She forced Jeff to try on a dozen pairs, but nothing worked.

"I know." The girl said, looking down at his boy thing in a pair of red lacy
underwear. It was almost the same shade of red as his face. Grinning widely,
she went to her closet and rummaged around. The girl emerged with a smaller
pair, something she had worn years ago. "Here."

The boy took the schoolgirl panties with a shaking hand. They were plain white
with a little floral pattern. He knew these would fit and slid into them with
a sense of dread.

"Perfect." Jenny announced. "Now, you are to wear these for the rest of the
day as a punishment. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am." Jeff replied, shaking with shame. Her panties fit like glove. He
didn't know which was worse, the lacy, sexy ones or the schoolgirl panties. In
the end it didn't matter. The male just wanted to be as far from his sister as
possible. He could feel stage 2 approaching again.

And she could see it bulging in his panties. Thankfully, Jenny tired of this
game. She had made her point. Plus, her brother had a lot of work to do. "Go
finish your breakfast and get to work Jeffrey. You have a lot to do before mom
gets home."

An hour later, Jeff was vacuuming the family room in just a pair of shorts.
The chores helped to take his mind off the horrifying events of the past day.
Yet, he could not escape the panties that bracketed his loins in a strange but
exciting way. His sister had picked an effective punishment. He would never
forget what she did to him that day.

The doorbell rang. Without thinking, the boy shut off the vacuum cleaner and
opened the door. It was Mary, in shorts and a tank top. The girl's perky young
breasts seemed to want to jump up and say hello. Even her freckles danced
delightfully in the sunlight.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked.

"Ah, sure." Jeff replied, realizing he had been staring.

The little redhead breezed in. "I just wanted to stop and see if you were OK.

"Yeah, I'm good." He lied.

She sensed his melancholy mood. Plus, the girl had lied too. There was much
more to this visit than a simple social call. "I have been thinking about last
night and what happened."

"Nothing happened." Jeff blurted out.

"I have been thinking about your little problem and how I could help." The
girl said, cocking her head slightly. It felt funny for her to be so sexually
aggressive but it seemed to be the only way with Jeff. She ran a hand down his
smooth chest.

"What about Brad?"

"What about him? What he doesn't know won't hurt him and he doesn't have to
know, right?"

Jeff nodded as he stared into her emerald green eyes. This was it, his chance
to lose his virginity with the one girl in the world he wanted most. His cock
twitched excitedly in his panties. OMG, the freakin' panties.

But events had already started to move beyond the boy's ability to control
them. Fueled by her new aggressive attitude, a long standing attraction to
Jeff, and the events of the previous evening, the redhead attacked. She pulled
the boy close, invading his mouth with her tongue. The time for talk had
ended.

She slowly pushed the young man back to the couch without breaking the messy
lip lock. A passion built up in the redhead unlike anything she had ever
known. Mary could feel his potent firmness against her belly. She dumped Jeff
back on the couch, eager to see it up close and very personally. Without a
second thought, the girl removed his shorts.

And almost fainted. Time seemed to stop abruptly as they both looked at his
pretty little panties. "Ah - Ah - Ah ... " Mary stammered as she stepped back
from the brink.

"Wait, I can explain." Jeff shot up, wondering if he could. Could he tell Mary
about his sister beating him up and forcing him to wear her panties? It almost
seemed better to be a sick pervert.

Fortunately, Mary didn't give him the chance as she bolted for the door. "I
have to go." The nubile little redhead replied, not knowing really what to say
when finding the guy you really want wearing panties after being raped by your
cousin that for some goddamn reason turned you on.

III. The Cop

The panties now felt like a chastity belt. They made Jeff miss his best chance
with a girl who could be the one. But he didn't dare take them off. His sister
had been clear on that and the boy didn't dare cross her.

He concentrated on what his next step should be as he mowed the front lawn.
Mary clearly liked him. The male just needed a cover story for the panties.
But that proved difficult.

"Mr. Jones." A voice came from behind him.

Jeff killed the mower and spun around. A cop stood in front yard with her
hands on her belt. Big silvery sun glasses obscured her eyes. "Yes, officer?"
the male said meekly.

"Jeffrey Jones, I need you to come downtown." The cop stated for the record.

He choked back a laugh. Hicksville was way too small to have a downtown. This
cop obviously watched too much TV. There was something eerily familiar about
her. "What's the problem?" he replied, eyeing the woman critically. She was a
little shorter than him but solidly built. Her black uniform couldn't hide the
swell of a large bosom.

"Is this your wallet, sir?" she said, holding it up. "I found it in a pair of
pants in a city park this morning. You must have had quite a party last
night."

"Yeah, thanks." The boy said, reaching for the wallet. But the woman moved a
step faster. She grabbed his arm and twisted it painfully behind his back.
Jeff felt the cold steel of the hand cuff seconds later.

"Not so fast Romeo. The problem is I found a mess of beer cans scattered
around your pants. As far as I can figure that's under age consumption of
alcohol, littering, indecent exposure and trespassing. Am I missing anything?"
the cop said, cuffing his other hand.

"Yeah, I want my lawyer."

"You can call him from the station. Good luck on finding one on a Saturday."
She replied, leading the lad to her cruiser.

"Are you arresting me?"

"Not officially, just taking you down to the station for a little Q & A.
Probably arrest you after that." The girl said as she stuffed him into the
back seat.

They pulled away from Jeff's house. Dressed only in shorts, he found the
cruiser very, very cold and uncomfortable. It was his first time getting a
free ride from the city's finest.

"You don't recognize me, do you?" the cop said after a few minutes.

Jeff paused, the voice, he knew it from somewhere. "You do sound familiar." He
conceded.

"How about this? JEFFREY, STAY AWAY FROM YOUR SISTER!" the woman shrieked.

That struck a cord. "Megan?"

"In the flesh."

He remembered her from 10 years ago. She was the family babysitter. His folks
used her a lot, after school, dates, special events or whenever. Sadly, Jeff
didn't know whether to be happy about this or not. As a teenager, Megan ruled
with an iron fist, almost terrorizing the children. Jeff and Jenny complained
so much that their mom eventually found a replacement.

"When did you become a cop?" Jeff asked innocently.

"A couple of years ago."

"What's going to happen to me?"

"That depends on how cooperative you are. You obviously were up there with
somebody. If you tell me who, I'll go easy on you."

"If I don't?" Jeff asked, knowing he could never rat on his friends.

"Then I'll throw the book at you. You'll sit in jail all weekend and see the
judge Monday morning. Hopefully, somebody makes bail for you. I don't think
your mom will be too happy that your were up at the point balling somebody and
getting so drunk you left your wallet behind."

He felt a pit open up in his stomach. Yup, Megan hadn't changed.

An hour later, the girl took him downstairs for processing. The Q&A session
had not gone well. "We'll hold you here over night. Tomorrow, somebody will
drive 'ya down to county."

The place was basically deserted. One secretary manned the desk upstairs but
there was nobody in the basement, just a couple of holding cells and storage
lockers. Jeff shivered in the cold air.

"You can't do this to me." He protested.

"You want to go back upstairs and tell me something?" she said spinning him
around and un-cuffing him.

The male just shook his head, looking into the cop's cold blue eyes. She had
removed her cap and glasses, revealing a plain face and short brown hair. It
seemed strange but he could remember very little of how she looked 10 years
ago. Just as then, Megan held all the cards. He was powerless.

"Well if you want to play hard ball, we'll play hard ball. Drop your shorts."
The police woman commanded.

"What!" the male replied. OMG, the freakin' panties again.

"We have to get you in your cute little orange jump suit. Don't worry, its
nothing I haven't seen before."

"Can't I change in the bathroom or something?"

"Geez, boy, what's your major malfunction?" Megan said as she grabbed his
shorts and pulled them down. Her eyes got big and a smile crossed her lips. It
wasn't a comforting smile.

"I see." Megan continued, with her hands on her wide, womanly hips.

He really looked stupid standing in the middle of a jail wearing a pair of
flower panties. Even worse, he had just reached stage 2, having never left the
first stage after his little encounter with Mary. God, he hoped they didn't
have a security camera.

"You haven't changed much. Still raiding your sister's panty drawer, eh?" the
cop continued.

"What in heaven's name are you talking about?" the boy asked. Somehow, he knew
that he didn't want to hear the answer.

"Don't you remember? This isn't the first time I caught you in your sister's
panties. I caught you 10 years ago doing the same thing. Do you remember how I
punished you?"

The poor kid just shook his head as he teetered on the edge of a shameful
discovery about his own past.

"Let me show you." Megan said as she grabbed a small chair and brought it to
the center of the room. The busty cop sat down and said, "You know what to
do."

Indeed, he knew exactly what to do. The sight of the girl sitting there
unleashed a torrent of repressed memories. Flashbacks of being nude across her
lap, not once, but many times, filled his mind. The pain and humiliation felt
so real.

"Move it boy. Assume the position." The female warned. "Disobedience is called
resisting arrest."

Reluctantly, he did so, positioning his panty clad posterior in prime
position. The feel of his hard-on against her leg brought back sexual
memories. His body, even 10 years ago, had responded to the erotic
underpinnings of male surrender.

"You do remember, don't you?" Megan cooed as she slowly slid down his panties.
She wasn't a cop anymore. She turned into a nubile teenage babysitter. And
Jeff changed into a naughty, naughty boy.

"We can't really send you down t to the county lock up wearing girl's panties.
The boys down there would have you for dinner. Perhaps we can arrange another
type of punishment." The girl offered.

"Whatever you think is best." Jeff replied, hoping that nobody would see him
in this position.

"Good. I knew you'd see it my way." Megan said as she completely removed his
panties. The first crack soon followed. An intense flash of pain proved the
girl had lost none of her power.

She gave him 10 hard ones and a lecture on underage drinking. During which
time, more unwanted memories arose in Jeff's mind. He remembered the night his
mom fired the young woman. She caught him one night naked in the bathroom,
doing something that young boys did. Only this one had a bright red bottom.
Jeff, of course, had never mentioned Megan's unusual disciplinary methods. But
his mom insisted. Young Jeff eventually broke down and told the whole story.
His mother, furious, called the teenager straight away and fired her.

Jeff thought that would be the end of it. But he was horribly wrong.

"Stand up." The busty brunette ordered.

The male did so, his long masculine spear pointing at the very dominant
female. She looked back with an evil grin. "Wow, you have grown up, haven't
you?"

He simply stood there, naked, waiting for the cop's next move.

"Time to take you home. Thank you for your cooperation. And remember, the park
closes at dark. Don't let me catch you there again." The officer said standing
up. His quivering member touched her stomach.

Jeff quickly dressed, relieved to finally be going home. The girl's next
question about floored him.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" Megan asked. She stuck out her big D cups to
stir the pot a little.

"Well, err, I ... "

"Why don't we get together and talk about old times. I'm off at ten. I'll pick
you up at eleven."

"Yeah, sure." The boy agreed, knowing full well he didn't have much say in the
matter.

An hour later, Jeff sat on his bed, presumably safe in his room. He peeled off
the disgusting panties as his mind reeled with the horrible consequences
caused by wearing them. Would he ever get another chance with Mary? Would she
tell Brad and everyone else? He might have to leave town over the incident.

Just then the phone rang. He leaned over and picked it up.

"Hey, baby." A girl said. It was none other than Leslie.

"Hi." The boy responded in a monotone.

"I got your number from Mary. I hope you don't mind."

"What do you want?" he replied, unable to restrain his anger over what she had
done to him.

"Well, I was hoping we could get together tonight. There's this party ... "

"You have to be f---ing kiddin' me. I wouldn't go out with you if you were the
last girl on earth."

"Baby, what's wrong?" Leslie blurted out. She really didn't have any idea.

"If you don't know, then I can't help you." Jeff replied, sitting naked on his
bed. He clicked the phone down, hoping to never see the blonde beauty with a
22" vertical leap again.

Sadly, he was not yet done with blondes. His sister barged into his room, an
angry look on her cute little face. She charged right up to him, seemingly
unbothered by his lack of dress.

"Why is the yard not mowed? Why is the trimming not done?" Jenny said in a
stern tone.

"Don't you ever knock?" the boy replied as his eyes scanned her stout body.
She wore a blue one piece bathing suit, her frame covered with the more gentle
curves of female muscle. The blonde's bulging bosom added to both her allure
and her teeming strength. He used his hands to cover his bare man flesh.

"Don't get smart with me, buster." She shot back, grabbing his chin. "Tell me
why your chores weren't done."

Looking up at her dominating breasts, the boy simply broke down. He told her
everything, starting with the disastrous date and ending with him across
Megan's lap. While the story badly impugned his masculine side, his feminine
side felt better getting the story off his chest.

Half way thru, his sister sat beside the naked boy and hugged him gently. She
had no idea and actually felt some remorse over her part in his tale of woe.
Humiliating him has always been one of her favorite past times but perhaps
this time she had gone too far. Jenny spied the elongating thing between his
legs.

"Wow, you're really having girl problems, aren't you?" She whispered as her
free hand went to his knee.

By this time Jeff had really started to feel uncomfortable. A day of female
domination had left his manhood simmering with a desperate longing. His busty
sister felt so good with her huge melon pressing into his side. Yet, the lad
knew that this was all wrong.

"Just leave me alone, please." Jeff said nicely.

"Let me make it up to you first." The girl replied her hand moving up his
slender thigh, closer and closer to his manhood.

"No, Jenny, don't."

"Don't be such a tight ass. No wonder your still a virgin." His sister replied
as she ignored his desperate pleas.

Her fingers finally found him, longer and harder than he ever thought
possible. Jeff tried to resist her but it was just a token thing. He had
little chance of escaping the more powerful female in any case. Slowly, she
laid him on his back, her fingers working their sexual magic.

Jeff fought the feeling at first, refusing to submit sexually to his sister.
But the feeling turned into a tidal wave and crashed thru his over stretched
defenses. Soon his body moved to her rhythm. It sought its own destiny
regardless of the social taboos. An unimaginable pleasure built in his loins
as Jeff submitted to her fully. It finally exploded like a volcano, covering
his chest with white lava.

Jenny left with a smile and brimming with satisfaction over a job well done.
Her brother just lay exhausted on the bed, covered with his own seed and too
confused to care.

He ate dinner alone. His folks had divorced long ago. Mom came home about once
a week or so. His dad was god knows where. And his wonderful little sister had
a date. But Jeff didn't care. Right now, he wanted to be alone.

The poor young man questioned everything from his sanity to his sexual
orientation. He didn't know what scared him more, the powerful females
dominating his life or his reaction to them. Jeff had tried to deny it but
that wasn't working anymore. He had enjoyed being raped by Leslie, overpowered
by his sister and spanked by Megan.

And now he had a date with the psychopathic cop to look forward to. A part of
him wanted to leave town but where would he go. Jeff had no job, no money, and
no wheels. But even worse, a part of him looked forward to the date with
Megan. He was sure to wind up over her knee again. And something told him
there would be more. Megan wasn't a skinny little teenager anymore. His
manhood twitched nervously at the mere thought of her.

The doorbell interrupted his little personal moment. It was only 7. He didn't
expect Megan for another 4 hours. Without thinking the male trudged to the
door and opened it. Low and behold, Leslie and three female friends bounced
uninvited into his house.

IV. The Volleyball Team

And what females they were. All three made Leslie look like a pipsqueak.

"Jeff, this is Trish, Sam and Doris. We all play volleyball together." Leslie
said making the introductions.

Jeff stared almost in awe at the three amazons. His appreciation of such women
had grown dramatically over the last 24 hours. He shook their hands like a
gentleman.

Trish was the prettiest. She had chestnut colored hair and a nice if elongated
figure. The girl stood at least 6-2. Her long legs seemed to flow out of her
short skirt.

Next came Sam. She was the tallest and the biggest. Her 6-4 frame bulged with
female muscle. The girl had long, golden blonde hair and a handsome face but
the rest of her body belonged on a man. She wore shorts and a tank top.

Doris greeted him warmly with an earthy smile. She stood as tall as Trish but
possessed a tight, toned body that only black women seemed to have. The girl's
rich chocolate skin contrasted with her white blouse and shorts.

He finally tore his eyes away from these awesome female specimens and looked
at Leslie. "What's going on here?" Jeff whispered in her ear.

"Come with me for a second." The girl replied, walking the male into the
kitchen. This time the girl wore a tight white mini-skirt that flexed
provocatively with her every move.

"I thought I told you that I never wanted to see you again." Jeff opened up
the hostilities. He tried to act mad but something about her sparkling blue
eyes made that difficult.

"I knew you didn't mean that. Listen. Its Sam's birthday and we wanted to show
her a good time. We couldn't afford a male stripper so I thought about you."

"I'm not a stripper."

"Well, you could be." She said, grabbing him brazenly between the legs. "You
have all the right stuff."

"You're not following me here. I want you and your friends to leave. Now!" the
boy said, retreating across the kitchen.

Sadly, the girl followed. She cornered him and started to unbutton his shirt.
"Do me this one favor, OK? Then we'll leave if that is what you want."

"But Leslie ... "

The blonde cut him off as her fingers made short work of his top. "No buts
about it. Be a good boy and do what mama tells you."

With that her hands invaded his shorts, removing the rest of his clothes with
a flick of her female wrists. He stood naked before her, the question of his
compliance long forgotten.

Leslie grabbed his hair and kissed the lad hard and rough. Then she forced him
to his knees. Not that the male was resisting or anything. The blonde lifted
her right leg, placing her foot on the counter, and exposing herself to the
young male.

"If you're a good boy, I might even let you lick my pussy. You'd like that,
wouldn't you?" the blonde said.

Jeff nodded his head as he knelt dog like before the awesome woman. He already
had his head between her legs nuzzling the folds in her pink panties.

"Not yet. Sam first." She said, hauling him to his feet. "I have a present for
you, Mr. Chippendale."

The girl handed him a simple black thong. Jeff slipped into it, barely
cramming his penis into the space provided. He had never worn such a thing but
it felt natural, even exciting. Suddenly, stripping seemed like a good idea.

"Wonderful," the girl continued. "I want you to pay special attention to Sam.
She doesn't have much of a love life. Most boys are a little afraid of her. Do
whatever she wants."

"Whatever?"

"Whatever. Go get 'em, tiger." Leslie said, slapping him on the rear.

Jeff found the three Amazons already pouring down the wine coolers. Trish
turned on some hip hop music and the rookie stripper went to work. He wasn't
very good. The Chippendale's had nothing to worry about. Yet, everybody seemed
to be having a very good time. The amateurish quality of Jeff's performance
just added to the sexual energy driving the shameful spectacle.

After a half an hour, the virile young man had 20 singles stuck in his thong.
And while he had been groped and fondled by each one of the amazing young
women, it had been nothing compared to the humiliating events of the past 24
hours. That was about to change.

"Boy, he has a cute ass." Sam said as Jeff bent over and gyrated to the music.

"He's your birthday present. Do what you want to do." Leslie suggested from
her left.

"Anything?" the giant blonde said as she grabbed his tush and pulled the lad
into her lap.

"Anything." The smaller blonde replied.

With that Sam's hand invaded the boy's thong. She produced his male part and
watched it grow to its full measure.

Jeff was essentially naked now as he sat in Sam's lap. Somehow the little
piece of cloth covering his privates had been extremely important. It allowed
the boy pretend he was equal to the fully clothed female guests. But now that
thin veneer had been removed, all pretenses disappeared. The girls could and
would do with him as they pleased.

"Can I take him upstairs?" the big blonde asked Leslie not Jeff.

"Certainly. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Sam already had him on his feet. Jeff's money and his thong fell to the floor.
He was no longer a stripper. He was a play thing.

The girl led him upstairs and straight into his bedroom. She kicked the door
closed with her foot while kissing him roughly. Jeff soon found his nude body
suspended in mid-air in the muscular blonde's steel embrace.

She carried him effortlessly over to the bed and laid him out. Jeff mentally
prepared himself for the oral services that volleyball player would require.
But the girl spread his legs instead and eyed his giant staff hungrily. She
mounted him in a humiliating and painful parody of conventional sex, his manly
parts rubbing uncomfortably on the denim fabric of her shorts.

Her lips went to his again. The girl pinned his arms and brought her full
weight bearing down on the slender boy. It felt like he had a tree trunk
between his legs.

"I have to have you. I have to feel you inside of me." Sam moaned after a
time. The girl got up and slowly got naked.

It eventually dawned on young Jeff that he would not be forced to eat pussy
tonight. The big blonde wanted more than that, her volleyball oath
notwithstanding. He gazed up at rock hard woman towering over him. She had no
breasts to speak of and small brown nipples. Layers of bulging muscles did
their level best to obscure her hourglass figure. Only her sweet little brown
pussy betrayed her true sex.

Sam was far from Jeff's dream girl as one could get. And this situation bore
little resemble to any of his teenage sex fantasies. Yet, Jeff wanted her as
badly as she wanted him. The big blonde would make a man out of him. The boy
trembled with anticipation.

It seemed almost dreamlike as the Amazon mounted him, flattening his manhood
under her bare, wet sex. His time was nigh.

"What the hell are you doing?" a shrill voice said from the doorway, a very
familiar voice, Megan's voice.

Sam got up first, her face twisted with anger. "Get out before I break you in
two, little woman." The big blonde said, apparently un-deterred by Megan's
black uniform or her pistol.

The cop swaggered up to the larger female. "This is between me and him. Your
girlfriends are waiting in the car. If I were you, I'd join them."

"Screw you." Sam replied as she lunged at her foe. She saw this as it was: a
battle between two rival females. The big blonde had never lost such a fight
but there was a first time for everything.

At 5-8, Megan was no small fry. She caught the bigger girl's outstretched arm
and flung the blonde into the far wall. Sam hit hard. Adding insult to injury,
Megan sucker punched the nude Amazon.

Howling in pain, Sam spun around and went for an over head smash. It proved
unwise as the surprisingly strong Megan stopped it with one hand and kicked
the girl between the legs at the same time.

Sam's knees buckled at this point. Her hands went to her injured sex
reflexively. Sadly, the big volleyball player had no experience in real
fighting and the girl realized grimly that she was badly overmatched. Sam
looked up to find her foe standing over her with a nightstick drawn.

"Ready to leave yet?" the cop asked tapping her hand with her stick.

The blonde still had lots of fight left in her and couldn't bare to leave the
field with her tail tucked between her legs. She grabbed at Megan's weapon and
tried to stand.

BIFF! The cop chopped Sam in the throat, stunning the muscle girl. Megan
followed up with a nightstick blow to her rival's outstretched leg. The bigger
female toppled to the floor like a giant oak tree felled by an expert
lumberjack. This time the ex-babysitter placed a foot on Sam's bare chest.

Jeff watched it all with a sickening sense of inferiority. Megan's brutality
and lethal efficiency scared the hell out of him. He knew that his fate would
be worse than poor Sam's.

"Change your mind, bimbo?" Megan asked.

Sam nodded. She had indeed changed her mind.

"Get outta here." The cop ordered as she backed away from the blonde.

The defeated girl got up slowly, her big body battling the agony of losing.
She reached down for her clothes and Megan swatted her white ass with the
nightstick. "Forget 'em. Leave now before I decide to give you a full cavity
search."

Sam looked at her pleadingly. But Megan had no intention of letting the girl
leave with any dignity. She swatted the Amazon a second time, driving the
naked girl forward.

"Get out!" the female cop roared. It took a third smack but Sam finally went
running, tears of shame streaming down her cheeks.

V. The Babysitter

"So, little boy, we make a date and this is how you get ready? Screwing some
big blonde bimbo? Lucky I was in the neighborhood." Megan said, still tapping
her palm with that big black stick.

"Its not what you think." Jeff stammered.

"Yeah, I'll bet. You guys were just studying for your human anatomy class."

"No, really, she, well ... " Even after so much female domination, he still
struggled to explain it.

"Can it, lover boy. I'll give you a chance to make it up to me." The plain
faced girl stated as she started to unbutton her top. She peeled the shirt of
revealing two jumbo sized hooters in a soft white bra. Her belt and pants
followed, showing matching panties bracketing very sensual and womanly hips.
Megan might have had a plain face but her body sizzled. So did Jeff's manhood.

She grabbed Jeff's desk chair and sat in the middle of the room. "Assume the
position." The ex-babysitter ordered.

Jeff almost eagerly mounted her lap. Megan took hold of his shaft and tucked
it awkwardly between her legs causing the boy to squirm pleasingly on her lap.
This would be so much more than a simple repeat of their spanking sessions 10
years ago. She intended to satisfy everyone one of her dark, perverted
fantasies.

The initial spanking didn't take long but it still hurt like hell. Megan
preferred open hand paddling. It provided very intimate contact and still
inflicted much suffering on the naughty boy. By the tenth whack, however,
Megan began to feel other needs, exacerbated by his stiff tool between her
legs.

Jeff found himself on his hands and knees. Megan spread her legs and relaxed
her posture on the chair. The male knew instinctively what to do. His head
went to the inviting V of her panties and kissed her gently. The brown haired
girl moaned wildly at his touch, demonstrating just how much had changed since
she last spanked him in his room

He didn't know it yet, but poor Jeff would spend the next 2 hours on his
knees, servicing this woman in unmentionable ways. She took a break from the
perverted sex to punish him for any misstep. For Megan, such activity acted
like an aphrodisiac. He did everything except lose his virginity.

The male cried himself to sleep that night, nursing sore knees, a red ass and
a purple pole. Gently he touched himself. Jeff desperately needed the release
and his hand worked a familiar pattern. First he pictured himself with
wonderful little Mary, the staple fantasy girl of his lonely nights. But Mary
started to grow. Soon, the little red dynamo transformed into dominating
blond, Sam. The impossibly strong female pinned his weak, naked body and then
took him forcibly.

But even this scene of female domination yielded to something even more
twisted. Jeff wore his sister's little flower panties while lying across the
buxom cop's lap, getting the punishment he so richly deserved. The climax came
hard and fast. It left the boy almost lifeless in bed. Jeff craved the
oblivion of darkness but feared what the light would bring.

VI. Mary

Jeff got up early the next morning feeling remarkably refreshed. He seemed
almost like a new person. The male showered, shaved and slipped into a pair of
shorts. Then he did something incredible. Jeff cooked breakfast for his sister
and his mom, both of whom came home late in the evening.

He followed it up with a couple loads of laundry. That's where Mary found him,
carefully folding his sister's panties in the utility room.

"I think we need to talk." The little redhead announced. She wore a bikini top
over her burgeoning bosom and cute little boy shorts. They didn't look very
boyish on the nubile redhead.

"Sure." The male said emerging from the utility room.

"About yesterday. I'm sorry about the way I acted ... "

"No, Mary, let me explain." Jeff started. "My sister beat me up yesterday and
made me wear them, honestly."

"You're kidding."

"Nope." He replied, shaking his head. "We wrestled right down here and she
beat me with a body scissors."

"Prove it." Mary said, hands on her wonderfully wide hips. "Drop your shorts."

The girl expected some hemming and hawing at this request, but the young man
was well beyond such things now. He dropped his shorts instantly and Jeff
wasn't wearing anything underneath, shocking poor Mary for the second time in
as many days.

"Ah yeah, I guess you could be telling the truth." She said, noticing he had
reached stage 1.

"Mary, I ... "

"Shut-up Jeff. Get on your knees." The busty redhead said, taking charge.

This Jeff was a little stunned, but by this time he was too well trained not
to obey her.

"Take off my shorts, please." Mary ordered.

The male pulled them off slowly, revealing a pair of white panties underneath.
He studied every fold and crease in the cotton fabric. A treasure, something
he had coveted for years, lay so close.

"Now the panties, with your teeth."

He did so carefully, first dropping the front 6 inches and relishing in her
tantalizing bush. Then the boy did the sides. He quivered with excitement.
Jeff looked up at her as the panties finally fell. She looked down at him from
atop her mountainous breasts, smiling as she put a foot on his shoulder and
kicked him over backwards.

For a moment he lie naked before her, his manhood ready for her use. But young
Mary had other ideas. Something that she alone wanted. The girl mounted his
shoulders and rammed his head between her legs.

"Eat you son of a bitch. Eat me." Mary moaned, her young breasts tingling with
desire.

Jeff eagerly complied, giving the girl her first taste of oral sex. Mary
arched her back as intense pleasure sizzled thru her. Soon she would give him
his first true taste of femininity. But not until he earned it with a little
more hard work.

VI. The Epilogue.

Jeff read quietly on the sofa that evening. He wore the same shorts and a wide
smile. Mary had been everything and more. They did it twice in the basement
before she left for the day.

He didn't know where they stood relationship wise. The girl didn't mention
Brad. But somehow, it was clear that he would see her again.

His sister bounded down the stairs, the house groaning under the impact of her
strong legs. The busty little lass wore a tank top and PJ bottoms. Her big
breasts bounced with every blessed step.

"Hey, little brother." She called out. "I got something for you."

The male looked up to see his sis holding a thong and a wad of dollar bills.
"Does this stuff belong to you?"

"Ah, yeah." He replied, recognizing his little stripper outfit.

Jennifer sighed as she stood directly to his front. "Don't tell me you are
working as a male stripper now."

"It's a long story."

"I've got all night." The blonde admitted as she parked her gorgeous fanny
next to his and dumped the stuff in his lap.

Jeff told her everything, minus the deflowering that morning. His relationship
with his sister had improved to almost friendship levels. But for some reason,
the young man wanted to keep his budding relationship with Mary a secret.

"The volleyball team, eh?" the blonde asked. "My soccer team's having a party
Saturday night. Are you free? It's about time this town got a male stripper!"