Message-ID: <40725asstr$1044508204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: From: J R D X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 5 Feb 2003 16:25:07 -0900 Subject: {ASSM} My top ten (tg) #5 [2/3] Date: Thu, 6 Feb 2003 00:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- When they parted, both were breathing heavily. David asked, "Sure I can't change your mind?" Peter couldn't say a thing for a few seconds. Part of him wanted to go with David. Hell, part of him wanted to drag David into a stall and have his way with him. Finally, though, he said, "I can't do that to Jess." David gave him a look that said that he both understood and was disappointed. He kissed Peter on the tip of his nose, said, "I hope Jessica realizes what a catch you are," and turned to leave. After David left, Peter ran into a stall, sat down, and pulled his dick from his pants. He began stroking himself, trying to get off before class, when he heard someone come into the restroom. He was forced to stop in order to keep from being heard and hoped that whoever it was would finish quickly and leave, but even before the first finished, another came in and started doing normal sounding things. Realizing that the number of visitors would only increase the closer it got to class time, Peter almost cried. He almost resigned himself to going back to class with an erection, when he decided to try something. Ever since he had first seen his boobs when he had woke up that morning, he had avoided dealing with them as much as he could. Total avoidance was, of course, impossible, but most of the attention they had garnered had come from others. Now, Peter slid his hand up under his blouse and under his bra. As soon as his fingers touched his nipple, he felt an almost electric shock of pleasure shoot through him, forcing him to bite down on his own lip in order to keep from gasping out. It only took a few seconds before he realized that the rubbing of his breast and nipple was not only quieter than "pounding his pud," it was also far more pleasurable. He pulled his hand out, unbuttoned his blouse, then, not even wanting to remove it, grabbed the base of his bra, and yanked it out and up, freeing his tits. He took his breasts in hand and rubbed his nipples, masturbating himself. The pleasure was incredible! It took all his willpower to keep from crying out as he fondled himself. It took only a little while longer before his cock started twitching and spraying the inside of the stall door with semen. Peter sat there for a few seconds before he took some toilet paper and wiped his body fluids off the stall door. He threw the paper in the toilet, flushed it, got composed, and stepped out. Judging from the looks on the faces of the other guys in the bathroom, most knew what he had been doing, but nobody said anything. Peter guessed that this was something guys did, but it wasn't discussed in open. He went to his fourth period English class. Nothing surprising there. In fact, the class was a little further back from where he had been yesterday. Only about a week's worth, but the class was still behind. Peter breezed through it, paying only enough attention to ensure there was nothing new. Fifth period was his history class and the test he was sure he had already taken. He went in, sat down, and waited. Peter's best friend, Danny, came in and sat beside him. "Hey, dude, congrats on the new chest." Peter found he was getting somewhat comfortable with his breasts and replied, "Yeah, I wanted to take the day off, but I had to come in for this test." "Thinking of it, you ready for the test?" "I guess so." How could he say that he wasn't even sure he was supposed to have a test today, much less whether he had studied for it or not. "You sound as confident as I feel." The two shared a brief chuckle before Miss Santuchi walked in and said, "Alright, class, settle down." After everybody had quieted and got into their seats, she took a pile of papers and started handing a small stack to the first person in each row. "You know the drill: Take one, pass the rest back, no talking, no notes, no books, if you finish early, you're allowed to do anything you want for the rest of the class so long as it's quiet and doesn't disturb others." The tests got to Peter and he took one and passed the rest back. Looking at it, he was shocked. The test was the same one he remembered taking a week ago. Not just covering the same material, but the exact same test. Same questions, same order, everything. Remembering the test as well as the after test review last Monday, Peter breezed through the test and got out his English literature book to do some studying. About halfway through the class, the school's vice-principal, Miss Harrison, walked in, came over and kissed Miss Santuchi. And it wasn't a "Hi, I'm your friend and I'm greeting you with a kiss" kiss. It was a "Hi, I want to jump your bones" kiss. They whispered a bit before Miss Harrison left, getting a slightly-more-than-friendly swat on the behind as she left. Peter wondered about that. Miss Harrison had always been a bit standoffish towards the guys, but he figured that had been because she was the authority figure in charge of school discipline. Was she a lesbian? It would explain a bit. Of course, the thought that this was all some weird dream and that was part of it popped into Peter's mind. Whatever this was, Peter just shrugged it off and kept reading. After the bell rung for the end of class, Peter quickly stuffed his books back into his bag and took off for gym, the last class of his day. He was in Freshman Soccer. For the freshmen, there was no Varsity or non-Varsity distinctions, but if one wanted to play in the upper levels in their Sophomore year or later, the best bet was to play in the "Frosh" class. Peter wasn't sure he wanted the stress of Varsity, but he at least wanted the option. In the locker room, Peter saw the other guys changing and started changing himself. Just as he was about to pull his sports t-shirt on, his friend Jim said, "Hey, I know those are new, but you do realize you need a little extra?" Peter gave him a confused look. Jim lifted his shirt, exposing his B cup breasts, sheathed in a sports bra. Peter rolled his eyes, remembering that his dad had bought him a sports bra; he just hadn't remembered to bring it. "Damn. Think I could get by without one?" Jim shook his head. "You know Coach Dugan." Imitating the coach's voice, Jim said, "As men, you have certain limitations that women don't. You need to accommodate for those limits, and a sports bra and cup are part of that." Peter nodded. He had heard that speech, minus the bra reference, dozens of times before. The coach didn't even like letting the students drill basics without a cup on. "I guess I better go face the music." Peter got back into his "street" clothes and went out to the gym to see the coach. Coach Dugan was off to one side, waiting for class to start and checking students on the attendance roster as they entered the gym. As soon as the coach saw him, he asked, "Mister Wilkins, why aren't you in gym clothes?" "Coach, I forgot a sports bra." Coach looked down on him disapprovingly. "Well, it is your first day with breasts, so I'll let it slide. Forget your bra on Monday and you will get detention. And go get some books. I want to see you in the bleachers studying. This isn't going to be a free period." Peter ran and got his books, getting back just before the final bell rang. He started with Science, then did some Art review. As class got close to an end, he decided to check his History answers and was once more struck by the differences between what was and what he remembered. In this changed around world he was in, men and women had taken a more balanced role in history. Men still had most of the leadership positions, but women had been the movers and shakers of history. For example, George Washington had been the first president, but it had been General Martha Washington who had led the American army (a mostly female army) to victory in the Revolutionary War. Checking, Peter realized he got most of his answers right, although he had screwed up most of the names. The bell rang and Peter stuffed his books back into his bag. As he came off the bleachers, coach reminded him, "Don't forget the bra on Monday." Peter nodded and ran to meet Jess after her sixth period English class. When Jess left the room, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, babe, already ready? I hope you didn't cut out of class early." "Naw. I just forgot my sports bra, so Coach Dugan had me turn it into a study period." "Geez, that must be a pain, having to remember bras and a cup. Me? All I've got to remember is a set of tennies and workout clothes. Must be a pain." Peter shrugged. "Well, before today, I haven't had to wear a bra, but a cup isn't that bad." Jess wrapped her arm around his waist, then took a purposefully exaggerated look at his cleavage. "Well, you need a bra now." She then grinned lasciviously at him. He smiled. "Why do I get the feeling that you might actually like it if I never wore another bra?" With a sly tone, she replied, "I could get behind that." Peter was struck with the weirdness of his new self. This morning, he had been utterly freaked out by just having a pair of tits, now he was joking about them. The two went to Jess's locker, then went to her house. As soon as they were inside, she pulled him into her arms and kissed him, shoving her tongue down his throat. When they parted, she whispered, "Call your parents and see how long you can stay. I plan on using every second I can." Peter called home and let his mother know he was over at Jess's. She told him to be home by six and to have fun. When he hung up, it was with the impression that his mom knew that he would be involved with a little more than polite conversation with Jess. He didn't know how that could be, since he wasn't sure what they'd be involved in. He turned back to Jess, now sitting on the couch. "I've got until six." She checked her watch. "A little less than three hours. Let's get started. I believe you have a promise to fulfill." Peter unbuttoned his blouse, performing a short strip tease for Jess to excite her, and, judging from the panting, it was working. She licked her lips as he pulled the blouse off and dropped it beside him. He then reached behind him and undid his bra. He pushed his boobs together with his upper arms, holding them and his bra with the pressure he could exert. He flirtatiously asked, "Are you sure you want me to take this off?" Through heavy breath, she responded, "Little boy, you better take that bra off before I yank it off." Grinning, he allowed the bra to slide off, exposing his breasts. He laced his hands behind his head and shook his torso. "Like what you see?" "Oh, god, they're beautiful." She stood and took his breasts in hand, palming his nipples. Peter moaned and leaned into her touch, wrapping his arms around her. They kissed passionately as she fondled him. When the kiss finished, she panted out, "Peter, will you... do me? I want to go all the way." Peter couldn't say a word, but nodded. She slid her hands down and undid his pants. She said, "I've got a confession. I started a rumor that you wear padded briefs." She slid her hand into his pants and rubbed his dick through his briefs. "I know you don't, but if the girls knew this was all you, I'd need a gun to drive them off. Particularly after they saw these." She nodded her head at his boobs. "That's okay. All I ever wanted was you." They kissed again and Jess let his pants fall to the floor. She pulled his briefs off and let them fall, too. He stepped out of his clothes and asked, "Aren't you a little over-dressed?" She pulled her shirt off and tossed it away. While she was taking off her pants, Peter got his first look at a naked woman's torso. The basic frame was still as curvy as he remembered a woman's should be, but there were no boobs or any hint of a pair. Minus those curves, he could be looking at a guy's chest. But those curves made a world of difference. When he saw her legs, there was no doubt that he was looking at a girl. Once naked, she stood and asked, "So what do you think?" Peter was stunned. Although breastless, Jess was as fantastic as he thought she'd be. Her curves seemed to ask for him to slide his arms around her and hold her. She put her hands on her hips and asked, "Well?" "I want you." She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him while pulling him towards the couch. She spun him around and lay him on his back. She straddled his hips and took his breasts in hand. She stroked them with a circular motion while grinding her clit against his cock. He took his hands and rubbed her flanks as she moved upon him. After a few more seconds, she lifted up, took his cock in hand, and then slammed herself down on him. They just stayed together like that, enjoying the feel of their coupled bodies. Soon Jess started moving again, rocking back and forth and taking his breasts in hand once more while doing so. It was only a short bit later before it got to be too much for him and he sprayed into her belly. He was going to apologize for cumming so quickly, but she just slid off of him, crawled up and turned around, then straddled his head while facing his crotch. She leaned over and took his cock into her mouth while he pulled her hips down and started licking her cunt. He licked avidly, not caring that some of what he was tasting had to be his own cum. She licked slowly, controlling his arousal, allowing him to get and stay aroused while he serviced her. She continued to control him until she started thrashing about on top of him. She deep throated him and pushed him into an orgasm as she rode him through an orgasm of her own. She turned back around, lying on him and kissing his face clean of their mingled juices. They snuggled together for a bit before she slid off and stood up. "Come on. Let's get a snack before we proceed." They went into the kitchen and she got out a couple packages of Pop-tarts. While snacking, they heard the doorbell ring and Jess said, "Wonder who that is." She got up and went out to check. She came back a few minutes later with a sly smile on her face. She straddled him and sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him, subtly ground her hips against his, and asked, "Babe, do you love me?" "Of course I do." "What would you do for me?" "Anything." Of course, with her grinding like she was, he almost had no choice but to say that. "Would you do another guy for me? In front of me?" The surprising nature of her question briefly allowed him to overcome his arousal. "Why?" "Would you?" "I... suppose. With the right guy." "What about David? Do you find him sexy?" Remembering his earlier encounter, Peter suspiciously said, "Yeeeaaah. Why?" "Because he's out in the front room. He told me about how he tried to seduce you, but how you remained faithful to me." Peter thought about it and didn't really consider that he had been seduced, but maybe he was wrong. "Now, you've got him so hot for you, he's volunteering to indulge me a fantasy, and let me watch the two of you do it." "What if I don't want to?" She nuzzled his neck. "Then we won't. But if you'd like to try it, I'd love to watch." She nuzzled behind his ear and whispered, "I'd really like to watch, Peter. Would you do David and let me watch?" Peter was nearly swooning with pleasure. Now THIS was a seduction. And Peter did want to try sex with David, so he said, "Yes. Yes, I will. For you." She plastered her lips to his, then called out, "He said, 'Yes,' David! Come on in!" The door to the other room opened and David stepped in. He was wearing a low-cut sweater in the school's colors with a patch of a megaphone with the letters EVH (for East Valley High) on it stitched on the front, a pair of short shorts, and tennis shoes and socks. Peter's first impression was that of a male cheerleader's outfit. David froze in place when Jess climbed off Peter's lap. Peter realized he was naked as a jaybird when David's eyes went straight to his crotch. Peter's cock was already, thanks to Jess, almost hard, and there was no way he was going to be able to tuck it away, so he instead went the other route. He wrapped his right hand around his penis and lifted a boob with his left. In a sultry voice, he asked, "Like what you see?" David could only nod. Jess told David, "I think you're over-dressed." David grabbed the bottom of his sweater and yanked it off. Underneath, he was wearing a sports bra which quickly came off as well. His breasts flopped free, and Jess and Peter saw that his cup size was about the same as Peter's, although his band size was larger, making his breasts seem slightly smaller in comparison. He bent over and pulled his shoes and socks off, then pulled his shorts and briefs down in one smooth motion. David's penis was smaller than Peter's, and Peter guessed that he was only about six inches long when hard; something he was already most of the way towards. David stood up, bent over slightly, and lifted his boobs up, seeming to offer them to Peter. He licked his lips and asked, "Do you want a taste?" Peter saw Jess take a seat, sliding her fingers into her cunny as she watched. Peter looked to David and said, "Bring those big boobies over here, boy." David walked over to him and lifted up one boob as Peter lowered his head and licked at his nipple. David moaned and pulled Peter into an embrace, mashing himself into the younger boy. After a bit, Peter let loose of David's breast and leaned up to kiss him. David smashed the two of them together and rammed his tongue into Peter's mouth. Peter wriggled against him, not to be free, but to feel their bodies together. Their breasts and dicks rubbed against each other in heated passion. They separated and David slowly went down to his knees. He paused at Peter's breasts, taking the time to generously suck and fondle both orbs before licking his way down to Peter's crotch. He took Peter's dick, already quite hard, and kissed it, putting half the dickhead into his mouth. Using his tongue, he massaged it, tasting the pre-cum that was produced as a result of his actions. He then licked his way up and down the length of Peter's shaft before taking the full length into his mouth. He bobbed up and down on his lover's tool. Peter took his own breasts in hand and rubbed them as his hips moved back and forth, almost of their own accord, fucking David's face. David suddenly pulled off of Peter and rolled onto his back. He pulled his legs up and did the splits, pointing his ass to Peter. Massaging the backs of his legs, he said, "I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel your juices oozing from my butt." Peter got on his knees between David's legs and put his dickhead into David's sphincter. He asked, "Ready?" and David nodded vigorously. Peter grabbed David's legs and forced himself down, shoving his dick deep into David's bowels. David grunted in ecstasy and moaned, "So good. So big! Bigger than any I've ever had before." Jess, panting in sexual heat from the scene before her and the ministrations of her fingers, said, "Yeah, Peter, fuck him. Grab his boobs and ride him like a horse!" Peter palmed David's boobs and rolled them about as he pumped his hips into David. It wasn't too much longer before David was cumming, spraying himself with his seed. Peter thought he'd want to take a break, but he said, almost begging, "More! More! Fuck me. Fuck me like a girl!" David softened only a little before growing hard as Peter reamed him. A couple minutes later, Peter said, "Gettin' close. Gonna cum." Jess said, "Let me see. Pull out and cum on him." David clasped his legs around Peter. "No. Let him cum in me. Let him fill me up." Jess stood up, came over, and knelt beside David. "Do you want him to plant his seed in you?" David nodded. "Then tell him. Tell him you want to have his baby, and ask him to fill you up." David looked up to Peter. "Please, sir, I wish to have your baby. Fill me with your seed. Make me pregnant." And that was all it took. Peter came, filling David to overflowing. At the same time, David came, adding to the already sizable amount of cum already upon him. As Peter pulled out of David, Jess tackled him, driving him to the floor, and covering his face with kisses while she said, "You are {kiss} such an {kiss} incredible {kiss} {kiss} boyfriend." After a few more kisses, they sat up and saw that David was also sitting up with a bit of a sorrowful look on his face. Peter asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you like that?" "Oh, no. I loved it. I just regret that I can't do this all the time." Jess said, "If you're willing, you can play like this again." "Oh, more than willing. It's just..." "Yes?" "Part of me really does want to have a baby growing inside me. I mean I know it'll never happen, but still..." "What about your breasts? How do you feel about them?" "They're nice to play with, and the guys I like to fuck like to play with them, but I... could take 'em or leave 'em." "But you'd rather leave 'em? Not have them?" David nodded. "Ever wonder if you're a transsexual?" "All the time. But nothing to do about it until I turn 18 and move out of the house." "Well, you can be Peter's and my girlfriend. Both sexual and otherwise. Right, Peter?" Peter, who had been stunned by the revelation that big, strong David was really a girl inside, said, "Yeah, sounds great." David tackled both of them, giving them a big hug. "You are great!" The three of them stayed together until Peter had to leave. They did some petting, but mostly sat and talked. There were times when Peter felt left out of the conversation. It was almost like he was in a room with two girls. One thing he did notice was that they made mention of men's and women's colors for make-up. From what he could gather make-up was only for special occasions, but when it was worn, both men and women wore some. At shortly before six, Peter mentioned that he had to go. David left with him, saying he had to get home, too. Just outside, David wrapped his arms around Peter, kissed him, then said, "Thanks, Peter. You're something special," before walking home. Peter walked home, thinking that whatever had changed things had changed things for the better. When he got home, he was greeted with a brief surprise party celebrating both his birthday and new boobs. It was just a few cards and a cake for after dinner, the real party being planned for Sunday, but it made him happy. The next day, Peter woke up, wondering whether or not he had just lived through some kind of strange dream. He was quickly disabused of that idea when he sat up and his breasts shifted on his chest. He was starting to get used to the idea of having boobs while he put on a bra and a casual T-shirt, as well as a set of those genital lifting briefs and a pair of shorts. He went downstairs, where his mom (still flat-chested) was cooking breakfast. As soon as she saw him, she greeted him with a cheery, "Good-morning, sunshine!" He said, "Morning, mom," as he sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. His mom put a plate of eggs and toast and a glass of orange juice in front of him. He looked around and asked, "Where's dad and Lorrie?" "Same place they always are on Saturday morning, down at the field getting ready for the game. Part of their duties as team members." "Dad, too?" "Of course, dad, too. He may only be volunteer coach, but he takes his duties seriously. You know that." Actually, he didn't. In Peter's old world, his father was just a supporter of the football team, not a coach. Seeing his mystified look, his mom asked, "Is something wrong, Peter? You seem really... out of it." He stirred his eggs with his fork. "It's nothing, mom. Just something I've got to work out." As he started to eat, his mom said, "Okay, but you know you can talk to me about anything?" He nodded. "Thinking of the team, your father would never say anything, but now that your boobs have grown in, he'd really like it if you tried out for the team, following in his footsteps." Peter swallowed. "I'm hardly big enough for the team." His mom gave him a look like he was crazed. "You're plenty big. Oh, you mean height-wise." Peter almost gagged on his orange juice when she said, "You don't have to be as tall as your dad just to be a cheerleader like he was." Peter started spitting up his juice, and his mom patted his back until he got it out. "What's wrong, Peter?" He blurted out, "Dad was a cheerleader?!" "Of course he was. But you knew that." Peter was shocked. He looked up at his mom. He wasn't sure he could confide in her, she'd probably think he was crazy, but he had to say something to someone. "Mom, I think I'm going nuts. What would you say if I said that when I went to bed on Thursday, I wasn't expecting to grow boobs?" "Well, I know you were worried about them growing in, but-" "No, I mean I wasn't expecting them, and dad didn't have any, and you and Lorrie did, and-" -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure, I just like T.V. better." jrdss@alaska.net ICQ#37222294 J R D -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+