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They are not to be used by commercial web sites without the author's permission. -=*=- (These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children.) ===================================================================== Scroll down to view text Archive name: enjoy.txt (b+g, voy, exhib, ff, mf) Authors name: Lisa & Sharon (bymsap@aol.com) Story title : I Enjoy Being a Girl Date: 4/10/99 ------------------------------------------------------ This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 1999. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non- commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ I Enjoy Being a Girl (b+/g, m/f) By Lisa and Sharon Angie stood in front of her full-length bedroom mirror and studied the attractive young woman in the red dress who stood before her. She didn't look any different from the way she had this morning, but be- tween then and now Angie had graduated from high school! Never again would it be mindless homework and which teacher was currently being an asshole and why. But regardless of her status in life, Angie still en- joyed looking at herself in the mirror. Especially with her new red dress on, the one she had bought especially for the party Mommy and Daddy had given her this evening. Her best friend and cousin, Annie, had told her she looked just like the lady on the TV commercial, the "lady in red" one. Sleek and sexy! Though it seemed egotistical, Angie had to agree with Annie. The dress did generate a fair bit of energy on its own, and on her the effect was positively overwhelming. Her long brown hair swept and shimmered as it flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Her C cup breasts nicely filled out the dress with just the right amount of cleavage. Her long, smooth legs looked so inviting as they streamed forth from the dress's skirt that gave just the right amount of flair when she turned abruptly. Angie appreciated the way her firm young woman's body was displayed to advantage in the sexy red wrap- per. Of course Angie appreciated the way her lush young body displayed to advantage even without adorn- ment of any sort. For Angie, the only thing better than studying herself in something sexy, was studying herself wearing nothing at all! After studying herself from multiple angles, Angie reached around to the zipper of her dress. In a moment, the dress was slipping off her shoulders and down her long legs to form a puddle by her feet. Angie resumed her contemplation of her magnifi- cent, high school graduate body in the mirror. The matching bra and panty set, the same flashing red as her dress, looked fantastic on her. The bra cupped and cradled her full, rounded C cup breasts. They thrust forward proudly as though inviting one to reach out and touch them. Her hips swelled gracefully around the banding embrace of the panties. A slight shadowing at her juncture hinted at the tufted crop of pussy fur encased within. After a few moments of appropriate contemplation Angie's hands reached behind her back and released the clasp of her bra. In a very coquettish manner, with her left hand cupping and covering her right breast, and her boobies 'appropriately' covered, her right hand held her brassiere out at arms length and let it drop to the floor. Her hands, after teasingly covering her ripe young breasts, moved upward until her fingers raked through her hair. She twisted enticingly as her fingers combed upward and outward through her long thick brown hair. Her breasts were brought into even greater erotic display as her hips undulated and her torso twisted. Was there ever a female as intensely erotic as she? Were there ever breasts and full and round and voluptuous? Was there ever a mons as inviting to male adoration? Probably yes. But certainly Angie's luscious body ranked in there among the best! Still slowly oscillating her luscious body, Angie slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down her long luscious legs to the point where they could continue their southward migration on their own. Angie stepped out of the panties leaving them in the middle of the puddle created by her red dress and continued to study her now totally naked form in the mirror. God her body was delicious! Pert brown nipples stood firmly erect atop her firm round breasts. Her aureola capped her firm luscious breasts with pert dark circles enticing one's lips to seal over them and suck. Her smooth soft abdomen tapered gracefully to her Venus delta capped by soft wiry girl fur. Totally content in her desirability as a woman and her utter sexual appeal, Angie sauntered into her bathroom for a long hot shower. With a final posturing and display in front of the bathroom mirror, Angie stepped into the shower and let the hot spurting water play over her breasts. As the water pounded against her scalp, Angie cupped her full ripe breasts in her hands. It wasn't so long ago that these heavy breasts were nothing but hard little bumps under her nipples with little else to proclaim their future glory. It was about that time that Angie first learned the power of her femaleness. She was just on the threshold of adolescence, her future glorious breasts announcing themselves as uncomfortably hard nubbins beneath her nipples. Though her delta was still baby soft and smooth, occasionally twinges of sexual tension would ripple through her virgin folds. It was on a warm summer Saturday afternoon when she had observed Billy and Johnny, her two best play- mates in the world, disappear into a crudely construct- ed 'clubhouse' in Billy's backyard. Four other boys were with them. Angie approached the door of the structure only to be rebuffed by Steve, the oldest of the boys. "You can't play here!" he announced. "You have to have a cock to play here! This is the Cock Club!" "And," he added, "You don't have one!" Angie's Aunt Jane discovered Angie sobbing in her room. After a bit of calming and soothing, Aunt Jane managed to uncover the basis of Angie's distress through her sobs. "Oh darling," Aunt Jane said. "I know it is little comfort to you right now when you feel hurt and rejected, but know that in a very short time those cocks that those boys consider oh so important right now will be far less important than something that YOU have!" Angie sniffled and wiped away a tear and looked up at her Aunt Jane. "What's that?" she sniffled. "Honey," Aunt Jane began. "You know that little girls are made differently from little boys. Especially down between their legs. And when little boys are little, they think that the little extra thing dangling down there makes them special and important. But in a few years, as their bodies start to change and grow up, and your body starts to change and you grow up, then they will discover that what YOU have is infinitely more interesting than what they have. Your breasts will grow and your special girl place will mature. Then they will fall all over them- selves trying to impress you or get you interested in them. And in trying to see or touch those special parts of you they will do almost anything! If you learn how to do it, you will be able to have any boy doing almost anything for you!" Aunt Jane left her with those words, and it was as though a sudden brilliant light went on for Angie. What Aunt Jane had told her was true! Even she, in her nubile innocence, knew that the big boys were always asking girls to go out with them. Girls only had to look pretty and sexy and boys would take them places and spend their money on them. She suddenly realized that being female WAS special! And just as significant, being female was powerful! Angie dried her tears and returned to the boys' clubhouse. Through the gaps in the wooden door, she could see that their "Cock Club" was just that! One after another the boys would stand up in front on the group, say something "nasty" whether it was the name for a body part or some physical action, pull down their pants, and expose themselves to the group. Angie took a deep breath, then pulled the door of the clubhouse open and marched inside. Steve spouted, "I told you that you can't be here. You don't have a cock and this is the Cock Club!" Angie smiled sweetly at him and announced to the group, "I just came by to tell all of you that I don't want to be in your stupid club! I don't have a cock and I'm glad. I have something lots more special!" With that she thrust her thumbs into the waist- band of her shorts and panties and quickly pushed them down to mid-thigh. After a second of wiggling her pelvis at the awestruck boys, she pulled her clothes back into place and announced, "See! I have something that you don't have and it's even better than your stupid cocks!" The boys were dumbstruck. None of them had ever seen a female's apparatus before and they were amazed. As Angie started to turn to leave, Billy jumped up. "Hey Angie, don't leave." he said. "You know, maybe you would like, you know, to hang out with us awhile." "I don't think so," she said and again turning to leave. Suddenly Johnny jumped up, "I'll give you a dollar if you pull your pants down again!" The offer struck a responsive chord in Angie and she turned and stared at the group. They were all staring at her eagerly. Without stopping to think about what was going on, Angie told him, "OK. Give me the dollar." With the dollar safely tucked into her shorts pocket, Angie stood before the group of eager boys. Again she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties and quickly whisked them down to mid-thigh. A quick wiggle of her body and the shorts and panties were back in place. For the boys this was a thousand times better than saying dirty words and exposing themselves to other boys. With her garments back in place Angie just stood there looking at the six boys. With a little shrug, she turned and started to leave again. Suddenly Kenny piped up. "Angie. I'll give you another dollar if you take off all your clothes!" Angie looked him square in the face. "A dollar?" she asked. "Five dollars!" she stated. "From each of you!" The amount was a fortune to each of the boys, but the alternative, that of Angie leaving and them never to see a girl up close again, was totally unac- ceptable. "OK," they announced, and proceeded to collect their funds. "One more thing," Angie interjected. "If I have to take my clothes off, all of you have to too!" "OK," they muttered as they handed over their collective fortune and stood about uncomfortably. "You guys first." Angie announced. The boys were none to certain about this turn of events, but each was too afraid of getting Angie upset and losing their look at a girl's thing to do anything about it. T-shirts, shorts and jeans began to be discarded in a very matter of fact manner as the boys strove to comply with Angie's condition. Soon all six boys were standing around naked, their little winkies dangling in front of them. Angie looked from boy to boy staring not at their faces but at their cocks. Each one was different! Some were longer, some shorter. Some were thinner, some thicker. Some had blunt, taut skinned heads with little slits in the end; others had that end covered with skin that tapered gracefully to a tip. Angie knew that girls were not all exactly the same, but she had no idea that boys could be THAT different from each other. Her understanding of female differences stemmed from a day a couple of years back when her cousin Annie was sleeping over. They had been sent off to bed with orders to take a bath before tucking themselves in. They were probably much to old for joint bathing but since they were cousins it seemed innocent enough. After sudsing and shampooing and splashing, the two girls started tickling. The intimate contact resulting from their horseplay soon became mutual curiosity. The tickles became touches of discovery. Intrigued with their sex play, the girls quickly dried off and ran to bed so that Angie's Mom would think them asleep. Once Angie's Mom had ascertained that the girls were in fact 'asleep,' they turned on the nightlight and threw back the covers. Now their sex play recom- menced in earnest. In short order they discovered that while they were both girls, they looked different 'down there.' After quickly settling into what they would in later years know as a '69' position, Angie and Annie each commenced to explore her cousin's girlish goodies. They discovered that Angie had a single tight little slit separating her pouty fleshy mons. Annie's mons were not as full, and her slit, instead of being a single tight crease, was broader and had something at the top. Whatever that thing was, they soon discovered that it made Annie feel real nice when it was rubbed. After a bit of study and exploration, they discovered that Angie too had a spot that felt very nice when touched, but that hers was hidden between the fleshy folds of her girl thing. They both dis- covered that they enjoyed exploring the other's body, and having the other explore her own. Stroking and touching the length of each other's slit, they both soon became aware of the intensely pleasurable sensations that this mutual exploration was generating. Their mutual genital inspection revealed that inside the little slit, in addition to their urethras, there was another hole. After each had explored these newfound trea- sures, little Angie reversed direction and the two little girls settled together each with their right leg firmly between the thighs of her cousin. Each girl's thigh pressed up tightly against her cousin's hairless little quim. Firmly grasping hold of the other's tight little butt for leverage and desper- ately humping against each other's leg, their motions became quicker and firmer as the two little girls soon experienced the wonderful pulsations of their first orgasms. They settled down to sleep soon after, nestled in each other's arms and each with more questions raised than had been answered. So while Angie had long since accepted the fact that every girl was a little different, she had no idea that boys could be as different from each other as they were. Especially once the artificial influence of circumcision was applied. With the six boys squatting eagerly in front of her, Angie took the hem of her T-shirt in her hands and deftly pulled the shirt off over her head. Staring defiantly at the boys, she once again hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties, but this time instead of halting at mid-thigh Angie swept the garments all the way down and off. With a look of confidence that reflected none of her inner nervousness, Angie stood facing the boys, her feet planted firmly apart and her hands on her hips, the magic of young naked body on total display. The boys were still a few years away from com- pletely understanding the multiple delights and pos- sibilities a naked female offered, and yet nature is not to be denied. As though connected to a single trigger, the six assorted little peckers all rose to the horizontal as one in homage to the lovely young lady exposing herself to them. If Angie was previously surprised by the varia- tions in male appendages, she was now absolutely in awe! That those flaccid little tubes of flesh could get so much bigger and harder was incredible! For the boys, the sight in front of them was equally amazing. Angie's brief flashes earlier were enough to spark curiosity and give a hint of the fasci- nating little body contained within those pink shorts and top. To have her all naked now though was great! It was now possible to study her at length. Though each of the boys knew that girls were different, and some had even seen a baby sister during a diaper change, this was something altogether different. Of course girls didn't have cocks to pee with, but just what did they have? The little slit at the base of Angie's tummy did nothing to answer that question. Was that slit down between her legs like the little slit at the tip of their peckers? Finally Jimmy could not stand that uncertainty any longer and blurted, "Angie, what do girls pee with?" His fellows nodded dumb agreement with his question to which Angie replied, "There's a little hole where the pee comes out." "But we can't see it!" they all whined. Angie sat on a box in front of the group of boys and spread her little legs wide apart. The boys were amazed at how the little slit that started at Angie's front went all the way down between her legs to where the little lips flanking the slit merged into the cheeks of her bum and little pussy slit became butt crack. Each boy was by now firmly grasping his rigid little stiffie and stroking and pumping it as they watched mesmerized by Angie as she carefully placed her hands on each side of her slit and gently pulled the lips of her little quim apart. "See!" she said. The boys jostled each other for a better view. Angie was so pink down there. And sure enough, there was a little pee hole there. But even more fascinating was a larger hole just beyond the pee hole. It was a delicate flower of an opening. "What's that for?" Johnny asked wide-eyed. "That's where babies come out." Angie instruct- ed, her own education having progressed considerably since her first night of discovery with Annie. The boys were fascinated by Angie's special place, and the stroking of their cocks had assumed a faster pace as they, totally without self-conscience, masturbated in front of each other and Angie. Some of the boys were still a bit too young to achieve more than a very pleasurable pulsation and feeling of relaxation. A few though moaned and with eyes tightly clenched pumped several shots of thick white goo out the tips of their peckers. It was now Angie's turn to be amazed again, for though what was pumping from the boys' cocks didn't look like pee or smell like pee it was coming out of the same hole! And the boy's who were shooting this stuff sure seemed to like it! This was something she and Annie were going to have to talk about! -=*=- The hot water of the shower felt wonderful pulsing over her shoulders, cascading around her breasts and down her legs skirting her lush furry pussy. Absentmindedly Angie let her fingers trace over her body following the course of the water until they deviated and slid inward along the folds of her cunt. Suddenly Angie was reminded of that summer night several years ago when for the first time a boy touched her down there in passion. Again it was a summer Saturday. She had gone to the beach with Joe, a boy she knew from school. He was really nice: handsome, intelligent, and witty. And best of all he knew how to make a girl feel special and appreciated, like something more than a piece of meat created for male amusement and naught else. They had arrived at the beach late and after a swim and catching the last of the afternoon's rays they had watched the sun go down as they snacked on some fruit she had brought. The night was quite warm so she was hardly cold despite the very brief pink bikini she was wearing. Fortunately she had left the house that afternoon with jeans and T-shirt over her suit for she knew her folks would have a fit if they knew she even owned a suit this sexy, never mind wearing it out in public. It was not even that the suit was all that minimal. There were plenty of thongs that showed a lot more. But the sexiness of the suit, combined with Angie's own basic allure, made a very volatile mix! After their snack, they decided to walk along the beach. Their walk took them into an area of dunes at the far end of the beach and they snaked their way through the huge hills of sand as they walked. Joe spread out the towel he was carrying on the sand and they sat together, rested, and watched the stars coming out. They talked and held hands until Joe leaned over and kissed her. They lay back on the towel and their kisses continued, becoming progressively more passion inspired as their pulses quickened, their breathing deepened and they both became very turned on! Joe shifted his body to bring himself into closer contact with her and Angie suddenly felt his enormous erection pressing into her midsection. She glanced down at this rigid prong stabbing into her and was amazed to see how Joe's mammoth hard on had lifted the front of his swim briefs right away from his body. Unlike so many boys that age, who thought of nothing but their cocks and yet were strangely embar- rassed lest someone see them, Joe was proud of his physique and his Speedo briefs showed him to good advantage. Angie could see right into the pocket created by Joe's thrusting cock and marveled at the thick base of his cock and abundance of black pubic hair all on display to her. "Joe honey!" was all Angie could manage as she slipped her hand into his briefs and grabbed hold of his cock. Her movements slipped the briefs off the head of his pecker and it sprang forth long and hard. Angie loved the velvety texture of Joe's cock and she slid her hand over the length of his shaft. This was no little boy's stiffie like she had seen in the clubhouse those years before. This was the well- developed tool of a young man fast approaching his sexual maturity! After several passes the length of his cock, Angie's hand slipped lower and stroked and cradled Joe's full heavy balls. After luxuriating in Angie's soft caresses, Joe again began kissing her deeply, his tongue lashing against hers. He brought his free hand up and cupped her ripe young breast. As he squeezed and kneaded Angie's tit he could feel her nipple harden beneath the thin material of the bikini top. Reaching behind her, Joe tugged the string tying the top together and in a moment it was loose. Another moment and Angie's bikini top was off altogether. Her beautiful young breasts were now free to press against Joe's chest unimpeded. Joe resumed his tactile exploration of Angie's lovely chest treasures. Her breasts were so great! They were soft and firm and smooth and warm and ripe and exciting! The tip of each breast was crowned by rigid nipples standing a quarter inch above the rest of her breast in the middle of the slightly darker skin of her aureole. Joe let the nipple of her left breast roll under his thumb as he lowered his lips to the right. The nipple felt so good against his tongue and Joe interspersed flicking her nipple with his tongue with kissing and burying his face in the soft resilient flesh of her breast. Angie lay back and enjoyed the lovely sensations Joe was creating for her, alternately rolling her breast against Joe's face or thrusting her chest up to force her breast or nipple more firmly and deeply into Joe's sucking mouth. While he continued to devour the luscious young breasts being offered him, Joe slid his hand down over the tight hard plane of Angie's stomach and down to her hot crotch. Through the bikini panties Joe squeezed the soft bulge of Angie's pussy. Encountering only Angie's enthusiastic response to his manipulation, Joe slid his hand back up her belly and then back down, this time sliding inside Angie's tight pink bikini bottoms. Her snatch felt so wet and hot against his palm. Joe ran his finger up and down the length of the flow- ing slit. Angie just moaned with the exquisite plea- sure of his touch and ground her pelvis more firmly against Joe's probing hand. Joe sat up and grasped both sides of the tiny bikini panties. Deftly he slid them down and off Angie's beautiful young body. For the first time in her maturity, Angie was naked in front of a boy. The evening air felt cool, yet nice, against the heated flesh of her cunt. The breeze cooled the moist lips of her twat. Joe quickly slipped out of his swim briefs and plastered his body back up against Angie's. They kissed desperately, their hands roaming over the heated flesh of the other. Then Joe rolled over on top of Angie and fit himself between her legs. Her legs parted to accom- modate him and her thighs lifted toward her breasts to angle her slit for better contact with Joe's huge, throbbing erection. "Now, baby. Now." Angie panted as she reached down and grasped the shaft of Joe's hard on. She guided his spear to the opening between her legs and worked the tip of Joe's cock between the lips of her cunt and into the mouth of her vagina. Her legs snaked around Joe's back and pressed against his butt, keeping place with the slow gentle sliding of Joe's cock into her, until now unfucked, little pussy. His cock felt so good slipping between her cunt lips and into her tight young love tunnel. Joe too reveled in the fantastic feeling of his stiff prick sliding into Angie's hot, wet, clasping girl hole. A brief discomfort, almost like a very hard pinch, and Joe's cock had slid past the feeble barrier of Angie's hymen and into the depths of her cunt. Though still somewhat tender from the rupture of her maidenhead, Angie luxuriated in the tremendous feeling of fullness and contentment she derived from being stuffed full of Joe's wonderful maleness. Joe rolled his hips and stirred his shaft inside Angie's lush honey pot. Angie moaned with pleasure and buried her head into Joe's shoulder as she clutched him tighter and stretched her already wide spread thighs in an attempt to obtain even more contact with this huge tool probing and plunging inside her. In and out Joe's cock slid. Angie loved the rippling of her cunt lips as they furled over and were dragged inward with Joe's thrusts only to be pulled outward again as Joe pulled his long rod from her depths. Over and over Joe drove his hardness into her belly, faster and faster until he groaned and drove his cock as deeply into her clasping tunnel as he could. Angie clutched him to her as he shuddered out his release. Spurt after spurt after spurt of his rich white semen pumped into her tight cunt, flooding it to capacity, the excess oozing out around his cock past the tight ring of Angie's cunt lips. After a brief rest on their towel amongst the dunes, they had made love a second time, that episode bringing Angie to a tremendous, body-wracking climax. -=*=- Memories of that wonderful night drove Angie's finger deep into her cunt as she stood there in the shower. Every delicious thrust came back to Angie's memory as her finger rode over her clit and alternately over and into her cunt. Not wanting to cum quite yet, Angie turned off the shower and dried the water from her sexy young body. Slipping naked between her sheets, she let her finger resume its tracings over her pussy. For some incredible reason, a memory of when she had been a very young girl came back to her. She had been staying at her Grampa's and he had been listening to a record on his phonograph. It was a song from a musical from many years before, "South Pacific" she thought the name of it had been. Anyway, a woman was singing a song about how she enjoyed being a girl. "She sure had that one right!" thought Angie as her cunny rubbing brought on a delicious, sweet little orgasm. Satisfied and very content, Angie rolled over and went to sleep. -=*=- We hope you have enjoyed this, our tenth literary effort. Please feel free to convey comments and suggestions to us at BYMSAP@aol.com. Lisa & Sharon * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It -(TM)s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn -(TM)t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 9 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+