Despite my devotion to Laura, I still felt a sexual attraction towards Amy which she was always keen to exploit. Her latest taunt had been to give me a pair of her panties to wash, which I quickly discovered were heavily soiled with semen. There, in my hands, had been her most intimate of garments, containing undeniable evidence that she had had unprotected sex with someone. What's more, it was humiliating proof that she considered me to be no more worthy of her affections than to be given the task of cleaning up another man's jism—someone who had been allowed to do what would always be denied to me, even if the unthinkable were to happen and I split up with Laura. I knew that Amy got a bigger kick by teasing and provoking me than she would ever get by offering me straight sex.
Laura had a good understanding of my thoughts towards Amy but, as always, showed no jealousy, instead playing me like a fiddle. She had spoken to Amy and learnt about her boyfriend, but she'd manoeuvred me into agreeing, once again, to dress as a girl so she could reveal Amy's secret to me, girl-to-girl, saying this was the only way she could break a confidence. So desperate was I to learn about this boy that I agreed to this ludicrous proposal. And then, in the way that Laura likes to turn her rachet, one notch at a time, she had engineered matters so that I was going to be wearing a wig made of human hair—a wig far more realistic than the one borrowed previously from the Amateur Dramatic Society.
Laura seemed intent on feminising me, and this was one further step along that road. I was a willing victim, but that's not to say she wasn't always pushing my limits.
oooOOooo
Consequently, I was feeling the usual mixture of nervousness and excitement as she and I went into town on Saturday afternoon to visit the hairdresser she had spoken about. I was surprised—or maybe not surprised—to discover she had made an appointment for me, and we were quickly ushered into the back room by the lady who owned the shop, Mrs Uxbridge.
Mrs Uxbridge was the soul of discretion, and didn't pry into why I needed a wig, although her imagination must have been running wild. Laura, also, made no attempt to explain anything, other than to say I was looking for a short wig with real human blonde hair.
Several were produced and placed on my head. Each time, I glanced in Laura's direction to gauge her reaction. She seemed non-committed until I tried on a wig with spiky hair, looking almost dishevelled. A satisfying smile crossed Laura's face, and I knew that was the wig to get, despite my own mixed feelings.
Unfortunately, my own hair, which Laura had encouraged me to grow long, was visible beneath the wig, but Mrs Uxbridge quickly sorted that out by giving me a trim. That said, any hopes that she might cut my own hair into a masculine style were quickly dispelled and I was left with a distinctly female design that I was sure would be a source of mirth for Amy when I next saw her.
oooOOooo
The rest of Saturday was spent in the flat. I had a lot of chores to do, while Laura watched sport on television between writing essays for university.
My mind kept flitting to the next day, when once again I would be dressed to the hilt as a girl so that Laura could explain to me how Amy's panties had become so soiled with semen. It was completely bonkers that Laura was going to all this trouble to transform me into a girl to spend probably no more than five minutes relating Amy's account. Yet, as I thought about what was to happen, I was becoming excited, and my manhood was sharing that excitement.
oooOOooo
Sunday soon came but it wasn't until after lunch that Laura set about the transformation. As the last time, it was a painstaking task, and one she took seriously. I was already dressed in pale blue bra and panties, and my toenails were painted as Laura had decided it was easier to keep them that way. “No one else will see them, muffin,” she had explained, and I had prayed she was right. I was, obviously, also hairless below the neck, another of Laura's recent rules.
She reached onto her dressing table and picked up a perfume spray. “You need to smell girly as well as look the part, poppet,” she announced, as she liberally misted my body with the sensually-smelling scent. “And down here,” she added, pulling open the front of my panties and sending a burst onto the fabric and my genitalia.
Then she passed me an unopened pair of tights to put on. I'd worn tights before, but this was the first time I'd put them on since being required to keep my legs hair free. The sensation I felt was different, and so much better.
“I can see you like wearing them, sweetie,” she remarked with a smile, as she detected a wince in response to an attempt by my penis to swell into its cage. All I could do was nod in agreement.
Next came the sundress—the blue one this time. Again, it was a perfect fit but I still looked like a bloke in a dress. However, I knew Laura had yet to perform her magic by painting my fingernails, applying make-up to my face and fixing my wig.
As last time, the process took ages with Laura paying meticulous attention to detail. The end result was even better than previously. The new wig was far more realistic than the cheap, synthetic one that had been borrowed from the Amateur Dramatic Society, and I could see it had been money well spent.
Laura looked very smug as she stepped back to view me. “You look scrumptious, sweetheart. I can't believe you're not a real girl,” she exclaimed in amazement. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't disagree with her.
Once again, my penis was twitching and pulsating. I found myself wondering whether it was doing so out of humiliation, or whether it was because I subconsciously fancied the surprisingly attractive young woman who was staring back at me from the mirror. It didn't look like a boy at all, and I had to pinch myself that this wasn't some dream.
“Sweetie!” Laura nagged. “Stop gazing in the mirror and let's sit on the sofa together. Then I'll tell you, girl-to-girl, what I found out from Miss Amy.”
We sat side-by-side, and she placed a hand on my thigh, gently stroking it in the most erotic way possible. Each stroke pushed the hem of my dress higher as her fingers reached farther up, but she was focussed on the story she was about to relate, and she paid no attention to my growing frustration.
I was all ears as Laura explained that Amy had been in the student bar at university one evening and she got talking to an undergraduate. They had a few drinks, and she was attracted to him, and she suggested they go back to her flat. The lad was a little unsure about this, which she put down to nervousness. “Reading between the lines, muffin, I think he was out of her league, but she wanted some fun!”
“That sounds like when you and I met, Miss,” I chirped, which brought a glare from Laura which I took to be a warning not to interrupt.
“Anyway,” she continued, “they went back to her flat and had coffee. The guy was getting increasingly nervous, prompting Amy... sorry, Miss Amy... to ask him about his sexual experiences. You've said yourself she can be very direct and doesn't hold back.”
I nodded in agreement.
“He got totally ruffled by this line of questioning and ended up blurting out he was a virgin. Now, Amy could have taken advantage of him and made herself his first sexual conquest, but she didn't.”
“Maybe she thought he was too inexperienced to... you know... satisfy her and so—”
“Are you going to keep interrupting me, Stevie?”
“Sorry, Miss!”
She shook her head in apparent annoyance. “As it happens, you're right. She thought he'd climax too quickly. But, in fairness to her, she also felt it wasn't right that his first experience should be with her. She probably felt he needed someone in his own class who wouldn't make him so nervous. But by now the guy was calming down, and he seemed keen to make love to her. He tried to cuddle and kiss her, but she was having none of it. To his credit, he took 'no' to mean 'no' and he backed off.”
I nodded again and I could easily envisage Amy treating me like that, should I ever get that close.
“Then she felt sorry for him and tried to explain that she wasn't the best person to take his virginity. He asked why, and she told him that she was... er... experienced, and it would be better if his first go was with someone who had had very little practice, so they could learn and make mistakes together.”
Laura paused to gauge my reaction. I wasn't surprised to learn that Amy was “experienced”, but I kept that to myself. I did wonder, though, where this story was going.
Laura continued, “The boy said he was sure he could learn a lot from Amy and said he had a condom, if that was what she was worried about.”
Condom? I was now even more puzzled as to how her panties had become soiled but knew better than to interrupt.
Laura continued, “She bluntly asked him how long he thought he could last inside her. Well, the guy went as red as a beetroot, and said he didn't know, but he would make sure she climaxed before he did.”
I resisted a knowing smile as Laura carried on with her tale. “So, Amy suggested they did a little test to see if he was overestimating his staying power. He agreed, and she told him to drop his jeans and underpants, which he did. She was still fully clothed, which I'm guessing embarrassed the guy.”
I nodded in agreement as I could appreciate that chap's embarrassment. It was just the way Amy would treat me.
“She wasn't going to let him see her partially naked, so she went into the bathroom and whipped off the knickers she was wearing.”
I could start to see where this was going but listened as Laura continued. “When she got back, he was sporting a massive erection, but his face was crimson. She gave him her worn panties to sniff, and he nearly exploded on the spot.” Laura paused to smile as she visualised the scene.
“Then she placed her panties over his stiffy and asked him how long he thought he could last. She told him that if he could last a minute without coming, then she would strip off and he could have sex with her.”
“Wow! Er... sorry, please continue, Miss.”
Another hard stare was aimed at me. “She opened the stopwatch on her phone, told him to kneel, then she started stroking his erection, ever so gently. He was desperate to last for a minute, but he came within ten seconds, muffin. He filled her panties with a massive amount of cum.”
“Yeah, not surp— sorry, Miss.”
I received another stern glower. I couldn't risk interrupting again, so I smiled sweetly at her with my lips clenched tightly shut.
I let out a silent sigh as she let my unacceptable behaviour pass. “He was awfully embarrassed at coming so quickly, and very apologetic. She told him it was nothing to worry about and was part of the learning curve. He said he would go to the bathroom to get some toilet tissue to clean up his mess but... and you'll like this, poppet... she said don't bother because she had someone who would clean the mess up for her. I don't know what the boy made of that, but that's how you came to get those soiled panties. What do you make of this, muffin?”
I spent a few seconds processing the information. What I had learnt was not what I had been expecting. Yes, I was envious of this boy who had been masturbated by Amy, but, at the same time, I was relieved to learn that he—like me—had been denied the right to see her naked and was never going to have unprotected sex with her.
“Well? What do you make of it?” Laura asked, and I detected a degree of impatience in her tone.
I snapped out of my daydream, but I could hardly say what was on my mind, so I answered, “Well, she's definitely a tease! And I think it was unfair of her to give me the knickers in that disgusting state, Miss, but it seems she was gentle with the guy.”
“Yes, she's a lovely girl, muffin. So sweet and thoughtful.”
I wasn't entirely in agreement with that assessment, but this was no time to argue.
“Anyhow, sweetie, telling you about Amy has got me all juicy, and seeing you transformed into scrumptiousness has been the icing on the cake. Let's take this to the bedroom. I've got a surprise for you, poppet!”
oooOOooo
I followed her into the bedroom.
“Get undressed, sweetie, but keep your bra and knickers on,” she commanded. I'd no idea what was about to happen, but I wasted no time in stripping, my penis straining desperately inside its cage. Mesmerised, I watched as she also tore off her clothes, leaving herself completely naked in front of me.
Smiling coyly, she reached into her bedside cupboard and produced something black that I'd not seen before. It was a harness, with a long protrusion sticking out forwards, and a shorter protrusion pointing backwards.
“Look, muffin,” she teased. I was already looking, and I gulped. It was a strap-on dildo. I swallowed even harder as she fixed it around her waist, carefully arranging the short end so it was nestled inside her vulva, secured inside her love canal and pressing against her clitoris.
Seeing my concerned expression, she embraced me and kissed me, before saying, “I'll be gentle, sweetheart, and use lots of lube. You will just need to relax.”
That sounded easier to say than do. "Get down on your knees, and worship me, sweetheart." I dropped to my knees in front of her, with what seemed to be her massive phallus directly in front of me. I knew what to do, and I took it in my mouth. “Imagine I'm a man, sweetie, and you're a girl,” she explained. That was nigh on impossible, as I found myself straining my gaze upwards at her pert breasts, her nipples standing erect.
“Eyes down, muffin,” she gently commanded. “I'm a man, remember!” she added, unconvincingly using the gruffest voice she could manage.
I'd never taken a man's tool in my mouth, nor an artificial phallus, yet I sensed that if I was to satisfy Laura I would have to do just that and then ensure her clit was stimulated. I took the dildo into my mouth, resisting the urge to gag, and I tightly encircled it with my lips, pushing it backwards and forwards.
This went on for several minutes, and I could tell it was having the required effect. She grabbed the back of my head, forcing the dildo farther into my mouth, whilst also pressing the other end harder against herself. Soon she was fidgeting and moaning. I sensed she was getting closer to climaxing, yet she never quite made it.
Suddenly, she withdrew the dildo from my mouth. “Panties off and get on the bed,” she ordered in her best masculine voice and more brusquely than she usually speaks to me. “On your hands and knees, arse in the air!” There was a sense of urgency in her voice, and I quickly did what she wanted.
She reached for a tube of lubrication and smothered its cold contents across my anus. Next, I felt the dildo pressing against me. “Relax, girl! Relax, for God's sake!”
Whether I did or didn't seemed to have little bearing because the dildo was going to enter my rectum whatever happened. The sensation I felt was much like what I experienced from the butt plugs during my “school detention”, many weeks earlier. Except, this time, the foreign object was moving.
Backwards and forwards it went, and, in so doing, it pressed against my prostate. My penis, still restrained by its cage, was desperate to escape but had nowhere to go. It was twitching and pulsating, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Back and forth she went, pushing the phallic-shaped body deeper inside me, stimulating my P-spot. She grasped my breasts, shaped as they were by the falsies inside my bra, while pressing her breasts against my back.
Powerful charges surged through my body. She, also, was experiencing strong sensations. Her breathing intensified and she was gripping me tighter, and pushing harder and faster.
Then, suddenly, with an enormous yelp, she climaxed and, as she did so, I also reached the point of no return. A powerful orgasm, of a type I had never before felt, rippled through my body and I ejaculated. My penis was as engorged as it could be inside a chastity device, and my urethra was compressed by the tumescent tissue surrounding it. It was the most painful orgasm I had ever experienced, as my semen rushed out through the narrowest of channels, friction causing a burning reaction—yet it was also the most glorious orgasm I had ever had and was out of this world in so many ways.
Laura tightened her grip on me still further, as we both drained the last few moments of pleasure from our joint orgasm. Then, slowly, we came down from our high. She collapsed on me, her protrusion still spearing me. For what seemed like minutes, we remained there, me carrying her weight on my back. Her hands shifted from my false breasts and caressed and fondled my abdomen.
We were still both breathing heavily when she slowly withdrew and stood up. I rolled over and saw she was staring at the bed. I looked where she was looking, at the large pool of jism soaking into the bedding.
“Good grief, sweetie, look at the damn mess you've made in my bed! You're going to clean it up, I hope.”
She was smiling, but I knew what she wanted me to do, so I buried my face in my mess. I so hated doing this, but I had learnt that orgasms come at a price, and I was now paying that price.
