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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} Shy by Vickie Tern 4/6 TG Femdom
Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2003 21:10:05 -0400
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Shy by Vickie Tern TG Femdom 4/6

Don't read this if you shouldn't or you don't want to.  Do if you
do.  I'd appreciate knowing what you think (VickieTern@aol.com).






                               iv.

Don just stared at me, speechless.  "Oh, yes!" he said.  I'd opened
the pearly gates to him, and he'd just glimpsed heaven.

"Have you any idea what that way is?  Are you willing?"

He had no idea.  His mouth involuntary kissed and sucked the air as
if it were Sally's pussy.  "Yes!  Please, Jenny.  Anything!  Tell
me what to do." 

"I will.  This very morning we'll fix it.  You'll do everything I
say whether you like it or not?  I guarantee you'll like it a lot,
maybe not right away but sooner or later!"

He looked a little wary.

"Or you can go back to this bruiser who lives in your dorm room and
ask him for more closet space."

"All right," he said, looking resigned, scared, hopeful, and happy
all at the same time.  What a weird kid!  "I'll do whatever you
say.  Anything!"

"Great!  That's a promise!  That's what I like to hear.  Now, it's
easy!  You'll move in with us here and let your roommate tyrannize
someone else.  Next, there's your student ID and Freshman Handbook
photo this morning.  You won't want to look the way you look now
for that because you'll need an ID that sort of authorizes you to
live in our suite.  Also, Sally's father might some day look
through the handbook to find out what his daughter's seducer looks
like, if he hears there's this person making his daughter impure
night after night.  So you'll need to look different."

"I guess so."

None of the obvious questions, like how would Sally's father ever
know who or what to look for even if he did suspect that someone
was sleeping with his repurified daughter.  Fear and a guilty
conscience clouded his mind, maybe?  I remember when I lost my
virginity in ninth grade how scared I was that my parents would
find out.  Then I discovered that my seducer Tommy Bellagio was
even more scared than I was that his parents would find out.  So I
made him wait on me hand and foot for nearly the whole rest of that
year.  He did all sorts of perverted and disgusting things for me,
until he finally realized I'd never tattle on him anyhow.  Nor on
any of the other guys who'd followed him into my pants during that
same year.  I mean, I mean, if they knew, my parents would be even
more furious than his parents, and I'd never hear the end of it. 
So why ruin a good thing?

So I went on.  "We'll disguise you.  You do what I say, no
questions, we can fix it."  I looked at him appraisingly.  "What
did Sally tell you about your hair?"

He blushed.  "She rolled it up out of the way so it wouldn't get
wet from her...from my licking her.  There were lots of little
plastic rods -- she took them out only this morning.  She says
you'll know what to do next.  It looks a little like a girl's, like
I said."

"It's the kind of style girls like, that's true.  Sally likes it,
you told me yourself.  So I'm sure you'll get to like it too."  In
another minute, he'll figure it out for himself, I was thinking. 
How we mean to hide him in plain sight.  I studied him.  Yes, I
decided, small rollers in front for a curly pom-pom, sort of, and
large in back to make smooth waves falling to his shoulders.  A
high maintenance hairdo, one he'll need to set every night,
supposedly to protect it from the moisture of Sally's crotch. 
Well, he might as well get used to the one big thing about being a
girl right off, how much trouble it is for us to make ourselves
attractive to guys so they'll want to do things for us.  Yes,
that'll be Don's hairdo.  With his small chin and his wide
cheekbones he'll look really adorable!  Like a pet poodle! 

"But now we need to go get some breakfast," I said.  "There's
donuts and Danish and stuff down in the lower lounge.  No need to
get dressed, it'll just be us girls there -- here, borrow one of my
robes."

Ordinarily we made coffee and tea in the suite, and ate whatever
was left of last night's midnight snacks, cold cuts, cold pizza,
whatever.  But I wanted to get Don out and seen by everybody right
off.  So they'd accept him as just one more Quintette project and
pay no further attention.  So he'd know he looks acceptable.  So
he'd think everything else we do to him is also nothing much.  So
he'd get used to looking like a girl before he figured out that he
couldn't be anything else any more, because  that's what people
thought him.  

I reached for the frilliest, fluffiest pink robe I own, and held it
out to him.  A birthday present from one of my poets last year,
Jeremy, who thought I was all air and froth and the scent of
lilies, and never even once dipped his head down south to see what
I really smelled like.

He took it from me but then stood paralyzed, staring at it. 
Despite his pledge to obey me he started to draw in breath to
object.  So I distracted him.  I played a real dirty trick on him. 
I twisted out from under the bed covers, knowing my nightie had
crawled high up around my waist, and I put my feet on the floor. 
My crotch was now fully exposed to his startled eyes.  I'd shaved
it all through last year because I'd noticed that the sight of a
naked cunt got guys harder faster and kept them harder longer.  But
during the summer I'd let it grow out into a little Bikini trim. 
So Don found himself staring directly at one more split, topped by
a neat little patch of fur.

"Ay!" He yipped as if I'd burnt him, and he jumped back, gawking
wide-eyed.  As if unaware of any of this I spread my legs wide,
closed my eyes, leaned way back, stretched my arms way back, and
yawned.  He saw my pussy lips pulled way apart down there, I was
sure, and maybe he could see halfway up my pussy hole too.  Then I
seemed to notice his crazed gaze.

"Something wrong, Don honey?  What are you staring at?"

"Gakkkkkk," he tried to explain.  "Your ... guk!"

"Oh, that!  My split!  You've seen girls' splits before!  Didn't
you just spend the night kissing Sally's?  Get used to it, honey,
you'll be seeing a lot of pussy from now on.  It's no big deal. 
Because we don't intend to hide ours from you all the time.  While
you live here, you'll have to think of yourself as one of us."

"As one of you," he repeated, obviously wondering what I meant."

"It's a perfect disguise," I added.

"What is?"  He really didn't have a clue!

"That we're all girls here," I said.

"Yes, I know you are.  This is a girls' suite."

"No, you don't know yet.  I said 'we're all girls.'  I mean all of
us!"

Don was now silent.  I think it was dawning on him, what I meant.

"You too, Don," I said, staring directly at him.  

He stared back.

"You're a girl now too.  We've already decided that.  You agreed to
do everything I say.  That's what I say.  Because it's the only
way!"  

"I'm ....."  He couldn't finish.  Plainly. somewhere inside him a
male ego felt threatened and was trying to protest.  Interesting! 
He actually had one!

"While you're here you're one of us, Don.  That's how you get to
sleep with Sally every night instead of that roommate they gave
you.  That's how you'll hide in plain sight from Sally's father. 
I hereby declare you an honorary girl!" 

Don remained silent, his mouth open just a little.  In anguish? 
Trying to find the right words to use to protest?  Not easy for a
shy boy who can't easily say anything.  He was a piece of cake, and
soon he'd be a cupcake!

"We're all stretching just a little here, Don," I said casually,
reassuringly.  "We're all making concessions, aren't we?  All for
you!  Sally's father will be looking for a boy if the word gets out
that you're sleeping with his daughter.  That mustn't be you.  And
the resident advisers won't want to know that there's a boy living
here -- they try hard never to notice anything, but we can't be too
obvious, we've got to give them a break, meet them halfway, right? 
Also, if there's a boy living here all the time, some of our
boyfriends will begin to wonder about it, and then there's no
telling what they'd do, especially the jocks.  They can get very
jealous.  No telling!"  I looked at him solemnly, as if wondering
where we'd bury his battered body, and how I'd notify his mother.

Don looked equally grave.  

"But it's not a problem.  You'll just blend in with us a little,
that's all.  Look the way we look.  You'll get used to it, don't
give it another thought!  Just think of yourself as one of us, and
you'll be fine.  It isn't as if you were a real girl.  You'll still
be yourself.  So who cares?  C'mon, put this robe on and lets go
join the other girls."

I had him.  He knew the score.  The robe was a disguise for his own
safety, so he'd blend in, and besides, he'd already promised to do
whatever I told him.  Above all it was his ticket of admission to
the House of Pussy, specifically Sally's.  When I referred to "the
other girls" I pronounced him a member of our club and he didn't
object.  My reasoning had overwhelmed him.  

He began to slip the robe on.  With his poodle curls topping his
small face he actually did look more girl than boy!  I grabbed
another similar robe from my closet and we went into the suite
living room, all pink and fluffy and feminine-looking, both of us. 

Beth, Maureen, Elvira, and of course Sally were already there,
waiting for us all to go down for coffee all together, so as a
group we'd reveal to everyone else in the building that he was one
of ours, not a free lance.  So there'd be no further questions
about him -- the whole dorm was accustomed to different stuff we
did with our guys, and they always played along.  When Sally saw
him coming in she smiled wide and seemed to leap at him, though she
hardly moved.

"Oh, here's the darling of my dreams, my sweet honey tongue!  I've
just been telling the other girls what a wonderful night we've just
spent together!  How darling!  I love that robe!  Is it yours?"

"It is now," I said.  "Dawn understands that while he's living with
us he mustn't stand out.  He needs to look like us."  It crossed my
mind that with the hormones we were feeding him, he soon wouldn't
be standing out any other way either.  "Maureen, Beth, Elvira, meet
Dawn.  Dawn is our new honorary girl!"  As expected, he didn't even
notice he was no longer 'Don.'  He was probably still trying to
wrap his mind around 'honorary girl.'  Was that as bad as being
called a real girl?  What were its duties and obligations?

"Wait just a minute!  Who says this man is an honorary girl?"  

A sharp, angry statement!  I looked up surprised, and saw that
Elvira was staring at him as if furious.  

"He's not a girl!" she said contemptuously.  "Where's his vagina? 
Where's his whole girlhood, his whole life until now spent learning
how to be sweet and gentle, sugar and spice and all, the way we
are?"

Oh!  That was the tipoff.  Elvira was all vinegar and vitriol where
men were concerned.  If she couldn't dominate a guy right off, get
him interested in her "games" as she called them -- she'd forget he
existed.  I waited to see where she was going.

"Sure he looks cute right now!  Maybe he's an honorary girl to you! 
But he's only a boy in drag to me!  I insist that right now he
acknowledge that he can never be what I am, a real woman.  I need
to know that every time he sees me, he'll be willing to kiss my
ass!"  She glared at Don.  He looked addled, first at the ceiling,
then at his bare feet, unable even to swallow.

"No, not your ass!"  It was Sally, using her littlest little girl
voice.  She sounded so shocked!  "That would be a terrible waste! 
He has a fantastic mouth, Elvira!  I love it, and you should too! 
So let me propose this.  Dawn doesn't have a vagina of his own, the
poor dear, so every morning first thing he should honor those who
do!  Every morning when he sees each of us he can prove that he
isn't exercising male privilege and being patriarchal and all,
prove that he respects us as women, by kneeling down and giving
each of us a good morning kiss on our mounds.  If we should happen
to spread our legs just a little bit, he'll know that we want to
give him a special treat, and he'll give us a real wet sloppy
smooch on our pussies!  Honor ours precisely because he doesn't
have one of his own."  She smiled.  "He's really very good at it,"
she added, as if the point needed further persuading.

Elvira appeared to think this through, and then said grudgingly,
"Well, all right!  At least that way we can all feel a little
safer, even though we're living with someone who might feel
superior to us and can take advantage of us."  The issue was
settled.  That issue, anyhow.

Well, not quite.  Beth piped up with kindly concern.  "Is that all
right with you, Dawn?  Are you willing, and all?  It sounds nice. 
But we wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

Don was hopelessly tongue-tied.  He made a single strangled noise,
then dropped his head, defeated.  I saw and answered for him. 
"Dawn is willing as long as Sally doesn't mind -- remember that
Dawn's first loyalty is to Sally's pussy.  I think I can say safely
that if at any time any one of us wants to remind him he wasn't
born one of us, that he's only an honorary girl, we can remind him
simply by showing him our pussies."

"Right, Sally said.  "That's how he'll know his place.  But he's
mine.  He plays lickety split only with me!"

I turned to Don.  "Are you willing, Dawn?  Do you understand what
we've all agreed?"

He stared at me.  This whole situation was now altogether out of
control.  He made another moaning sound.  I leaned forward.  Barely
audible, he asked, "Jennifer, what should I do?"

I stood straight up, and did my best to sound like a magistrate
sentencing some criminal to harsh punishment.  I said loudly,
"Dawn, right now what you should do is go down on your knees and
honor Sally's pussy.  Then mine.  Then each of the rest of us!" 

He looked mournfully at me for a moment.  Probably he was
considering his alternative, which was to leave, to walk away while
he still could.  Even an overbearing roommate might be easier to
live with than this.  But he was dressed in a frivolous woman's
robe, and his hair was permed, and who knows where his clothes
were?  Maybe not even Sally.  She could get kittenish.  She once
dropped a guy's clothes out of her window one article at a time,
while he watched her and did nothing about it, because he
understood that was her price for sleeping with him all night, her
test of his sincerity.  Then the next morning she watched him
prance all around the courtyard stark naked as he tried to recover
them, calling out encouragement in a voice that could be heard in
the next county.  

As I knew he would, Don took the path of least resistance.  He
dropped to his knees in front of Sally.

She was seated on a folding bridge chair, and as he settled in
front of her she scuttled her butt forward and thrust her pelvis at
him and spread her knees far apart, then sat there waiting.  Her
own bathrobe covered her thighs.  After a moment Don picked up the
hem and ducked his head under.  We saw the lump of his head arrive
roughly in the latitude of her lap and then remain there, perfectly
still.  Not altogether still, though, because Sally soon began to
smile, then to wriggle her hips and moan.  Faster and faster.  

Finally she breathed, "Not now, no more lover!  Oooh it's so good! 
Later!"

She pulled her hips back in a dismissive gesture.  I sat down on
the arm of an easy chair and spread my own legs as wide as I could,
and said, "Just a peck, cousin.  But on the wet part!  You know
where it is."

As I expected, I felt his lips on my lips, and then a single lick
of his tongue.  Sally's already trained him, I thought, he can't
just peck at a pussy, his tongue has to come right out and do its
thing.  More to the point, I felt his nose nuzzle my clit, and I
lifted my crotch to nuzzle him back, just once, for encouragement. 
He felt good!     

Maureen was next, standing, impatient to go down and get breakfast. 
It was obvious that her mind was elsewhere.  "I've got a test in an
hour," she said.  "So just kiss my crotch through my panties, Dawn,
and we'll call that enough for now."

Beth was seated on our upholstered chair awaiting her turn.  "Now,
you're sure you want to?" she asked earnestly.  Don didn't respond,
he just knelt there looking at her knees.  He needed help.  Beth
was nothing if not charitable.  So she suddenly pulled her
housecoat all the way to her waist and spread her legs wide, as far
wide as they'd go!  And there was her twat, Ziggy's pearly gates
until the Lord decreed he could enter the other ones, a huge furry
muff!  "Dive in," she said.  Don leaned forward, and then like a
lift bridge closing, her legs folded over his shoulders and then
around the back of his head, clamping his mouth to her vulva.  "He
wants to," she decided aloud.  

What he did down there none of us could tell, but after a moment
Beth's eyes glazed over, and her pelvis begin to rise and fall
rhythmically with her breathing.  Faster and faster, then with a
strain and a squeal she lifted her buttocks high up!  I worried for
a moment that she might break Don's neck.  But a moment later her
spasm subsided and she released him.

Still breathing heavily, she said to everyone in the room, "Ohhh,
yes!  Every morning!  Is that OK?"  None of us saw any reason why
not.  "Ziggy never wants to do that.  Maybe if Don shows him how
he'll be a little more friendly that way."

"Oh?" Elvira looked annoyed.  "Your boyfriend doesn't know how to
give head?  How to honor his fiancee properly?  He thinks he has a
choice?  Give me one night with him and he'll be eating all his
meals from between your legs for the rest of his life ."  

Then she looked Don over.  He was sweating now, or maybe it was his
face glistening from Beth's pussy juice.  "You don't deserve to
kiss my private parts yet," she told him.  "I wanted you to kiss my
ass, so that's what you'll do."  She turned and raised her nightie
and bent over, and there they were, Elvira's rotund globes perched
above her enormous thighs.  Elvira carried weight all right.

"Crawl over here!  Don't stand up!"

Don crawled over, and then lightly kissed one of Elvira's buns.

"No, asshole, kiss my asshole!  Let's see a meeting of like minds! 
Spread me wide!  Burrow in deep until your lips find it!"

Don did.  We watched amazed!  His face went a long way down into
her crack, and her cheeks almost covered his ears when finally she
went, "Ahhh! and wriggled, and then said "Good!"

Don withdrew, and just remained stone still on his knees, his head
hanging down.  He obviously felt defeated in some obscure way. 
Pussywhipped?  Asswhipped?  So far his college experience was not
what he'd anticipated.  

I took pity on him, and said in a sprightly voice, "OK, cuz!  It'll
be a lot easier tomorrow!  But now, congratulations!  You've just
recited the pledge of allegiance!  You're now our honorary girl. 
You're one of us!  Isn't he?"

I looked around.  If anyone wanted to play any more games with him
this morning, my tone of voice warned them off.  They all nodded
encouragement, then gathered around to hug him, to welcome him into
the fold.  His hang dog expression changed -- he began to look
vaguely pleased.  Here were five girls being affectionate all at
once, how could he not be pleased?  Maureen looked into his face
and actually kissed him on the cheek.  I realized that the ceremony
had worked for her, that he'd just changed gender in her own mind
-- boys were for playing tricks with, but girls were for being
affectionate with each other.  Even Elvira looked approving now,
though as always her smile was a bit grim.

"Good!" I said.  "Let's all go down to breakfast.  Does anyone have
a bra Dawn can wear until we can get him one of his own?  This robe
ties around the waist, but it doesn't stay closed up above.  If it
opens too far someone might notice he lacks breasts." 

"Jennifer!"  This time the frightened outcry came from Don himself. 
"I can't wear one of those!  Real girls wear those!"

Sally instantly to the rescue.  "Now Dawn honey, we don't want
anyone to know you're a boy.  Besides, you know that your chest is
very precious to me.  I want your nipples properly covered at all
times when you're in public, the way mine are, so no one but me
will find out how kissable they are!  And anyhow, it's a dorm
regulation."  She pretended she was reading from a page printed on
the inside of her head.  'Students will be appropriately attired
when they appear in any of the dormitory's public areas.'  
'Appropriate' means no risk of naked boobs."  She nodded.  I
nodded.  There was no risk of naked boobs in Don's case even if his
chest were naked, not yet anyhow, but he bought the argument.  His
head sank again.

Sally disappeared into her room and returned immediately with a
large red lace bra dangling from her hand, produced as if out of
thin air.  Nothing subtle about it -- it was identifiable as what
it was even if glimpsed a mile away!  Not one of hers.  She'd
managed to measure his chest somehow during the night, and then had
borrowed from somewhere the most feminine and ostentatious
brassiere she could find.  Off came Don's fluffy robe.  He stood
there in Sally's panties while Sally clipped his new bra around his
chest.  

"There," she said.  "Now you're decent!  Now these."  God, she'd
also borrowed real silicone breast forms from someone!  Whose boobs
in this dorm weren't real?  I had no idea!  She tucked them into
the cherry red lace bra, then handed him his fluffy robe again. 
With his crimped blonde hair and his groin covered Don now actually
did look like a girl.  Unmistakably.  He held the robe closed with
both hands, but despite the tie belt, his protruding breasts kept
opening it and revealing his bra.  His breasts in their red
brassiere were now part of his chest decor.

"Just great!" Maureen said over her shoulder as she disappeared
into her room to grab a book to take down with her.  "You're
gorgeous, Dawn!  The boys will eat you alive!  Or you'll eat them!"

"What does that mean," he asked me fearfully.  "I don't want them
to beat me up when they see me this way!"  He clutched his robe
tight closed, and almost managed to hide his new bra.  A lot of it,
anyhow.

"Not a chance," I said.  Let's go!"  

Breakfast wasn't so bad at all.  Maureen was preoccupied, and Beth
and Elvira drifted off elsewhere with their carbs and coffee, and
a few of our girlfriends gathered round to share the fun.  It was
obvious enough to them what we were doing with this guy, and they
all wanted to help.  Don couldn't eat and hold his fluffy robe
closed at the same time, so his new breasts in their red bra hung
out openly over the table despite everything.  Sally sat silent
alongside him and watched, amused.  Somehow all the talk at our
table became all girl talk, about make-up, and clothes acquired for
the new semester, and hair styles, and the new birth control
patches the college had begun distributing, and gorgeous rock
stars, and chick flicks, and guys of course.  Now and then courses
and professors, but only if the professor was "cute.". 

In the middle of all this Don realized that though he was only an
honorary girl he had better seem to be the real thing to maintain
his protective coloring.  He made nondescript squeals when he was
asked if his periods were cramp-free, or whether he meant to leave
his hair loose like that, and was that its natural shade, he was so
lucky, and did he use a curling iron or was that a perm?  He agreed
with a nod that it would be nicer to be fucked by Toby McGuire than
Vin Diesel, but Toby was too nice to ramrod you while Vinnie was
probably just the right guy for a hard fuck.  He also agreed that
Brad Pitt's cock would be more pleasing to suck on than Arnold
Schwartzenegger's, that Arnie's was probably old and wrinkled.

The only time he raised his eyes even to look around was when a
girl asked him a direct question, maybe to tease him but maybe also
because she assumed he was gay, so he'd know the answer.  We were
talking about swallowing cum or spitting it out or maybe returning
it to the boy with his next kiss as a snowball.  Or maybe never
letting the guy cum at all, making him save it for later so he'll
be harder and can pleasure you longer and more often in your other
places.  Both other places.  All three.  You know how girls talk
over coffee some mornings.

"How 'bout you, Dawn?" one girl asked him when he'd been silent for
too long.  "No fibbing now, look me in the eyes so I can tell
you're telling the truth.  No evasions, no giggling apologies now. 
The truth!  What do you do when a guy has just cum in your mouth? 
Do you swallow it?"  And the whole group grew silent, waiting to
see what Don would say.  Would he confess that his mouth was
virginal?  That he'd never ever sucked even a single cock?

He finally managed to look her in the eyes, and I noticed for the
first time that he had long, dark lashes himself.  Beautiful eyes,
and a huge cock too, I was thinking!  For sure I'll never again let
him leave the suite without at least mascara and eye liner, I was
thinking.  He needs to show those eyes off!  They're gorgeous!

"I swallow it," he said, in a new, flute-like tone I'd not heard
before.  Sweet and shy and very girlish, very vulnerable -- he was
trying to hide behind his voice!  A new Dawn was dawning!  We were
all persuaded that he was speaking the truth.  Because it was true,
as far as it went.  He took a swig of coffee to prove it.  "I suck
it out and swallow it with all the other juices."

"You don't mind the flavor then?" I asked him.  I wanted to hear
more of that voice again, to be sure it wasn't an accident.  I knew
that after spending last night swabbing out Sally's pussy with his
tongue he'd have an answer of sorts, so I figured probably he
wouldn't get flustered and choke. 

"It isn't bad," he replied.  "Sorta sweet, in a way.  You get used
to it.  I like it, now."

Everyone listened fascinated.  They'd already picked up on the fact
that he was my boy cousin, somehow removed, and that twenty-four
hours earlier he'd been inexperienced and clueless, straight.  Now
it seemed that in only one night the girls of our suite had turned
him into an effeminate cock sucker.  The silence grew respectful. 
Of us, of the Quintette.

Don thought the respect was for him, so he added, emboldened, "It's
a little salty too.  But mainly its how it feels in your mouth." 
He glanced at me, embarrassed to be the center of attention.  But
he didn't get tongue-tied or stutter once.  He was now being
someone else, a girl, not himself, and that made all the
difference!  Had we cured his shyness just by changing his gender?

He looked at me more modestly than shyly, then added in that same
mellifluous voice, "It sort of melts in your mouth, but it clings
too, it coats your tongue for a while.  At first it's sticky, like
honey, but not as sweet of course.  And it mixes with your own
saliva.  I don't know.  It's a little personal."  

There was a silence.  "Wow!" one of the girls finally said,
impressed.  "It stays on your tongue?  You know, I never noticed. 
With me, it sticks in my throat.  Hey!  You mean if I'm in an
all-out orgy and a guy who's just sucked off another guy wants to
tonguefuck me, he could make me pregnant?  I never thought of
that!"  She seemed a little startled to realize it.  Here was
another candidate for the new birth control patches.

I decided to change the subject before Don revealed that he was
only talking about the taste and feel of Sally's pussy juices, or
maybe of his own cum mixed in with Sally's.  That was no big deal
-- lots of girls test their boyfriends' devotion by asking them to
lick cum out of their cunts.  I always do, all my studs do it so
afterward if I want to call them douche bags they can't complain. 
Elvira's studs clean off each others' cocks with their tongues,
three or more at a time, I've seen it.  But it takes even Elvira a
few days to get new guys willing to do other guys.  Someone might
realize that our Dawn was too good to be true.

"Dawn's going to major in engineering," I volunteered for him. 
That's what I'd overheard him tell Sally.  He didn't contradict me.

"Ooooh, all those boys, and not many girls!" said another of the
girls.  "Imagine how you'll feel, all those swinging dicks
surrounding you all the time.  I envy you!"

end Shy 4/6
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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