Susie's Response 8

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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[Sunday]

Michelle and sat and watched a show on fashion. “Don’t those dresses look really nice?” Michelle asked.

“They do if you are 5 foot 9 inches and 99 pounds,” I responded. “Why don’t they make clothes for real women?”

“Speaking of clothes …”

“Yes?”

“I heard that some boys like getting dressed up in women’s clothes.”

“Dr. Miller mentioned that in her book.”

“Have you ever done that with Stephen?”

“Not yet. We really didn’t test for that with our experiment the other day. I don’t know what effect wearing women’s clothes would have on him. To tell you the truth, I was turned off by those sissy outfits in some of the pictures. Even the men who looked good in dresses and heels did nothing for me.

Besides, what’s the sense of having him do something if it doesn’t do something for me? Still, I wonder how he feels about panties. At least they’re practical. We don’t have clothes big enough to fit him and we don’t have the budget to buy them, but we can afford to buy panties in his size.”

“What’s the sense in putting him in panties if he has his device on? Isn’t the point of a fetish object to stimulate the penis with it?”

“I’m not so sure. I think the biggest thing a fetish object does is mess with a boy’s mind. It breaks down his inhibitions and makes him weak. I think just seeing the object and being in its presence is enough to trigger a sexual response. At least that’s what Dr. Miller’s book says.

Of course, she also says that a lot of boys enjoy masturbating with the fetish object. She claims it intensifies the pleasurable experience for them. She also mentioned that some boys like to masturbate while dressed like girls.

It’s quite a confusing issue. It’s not like every boy who wears a skirt wants to be a girl or that he’s gay. A lot of boys just like putting on the frills. It may be a matter of ‘Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.’

Dr. Miller had a lot to say about panties. She covered them on the section on cross-dressing and fetishes. Panties are a special kind of object. They are silky which some boys like and they are in contact with the most intimate part of a girl’s body and they are uniquely feminine.

She particularly mentions the power of soiled panties. It’s as if by wearing her panties, a girl consecrates them in some way. She leaves a part of her sacred self on them and if a boy sniffs or licks them these parts of her join with his body.

We’ll have to play with panties and see where that takes us. We can make him sniff them and feel them and maybe even wear them when he has his device off.”

I couldn’t believe we were even having this conversation. A couple of months ago I was a normal 12-year-old girl, coping with changes in my own body dealing with the stresses of middle school; curious about boys, but too shy to even talk to my best friends about them even though I’m sure they had the same doubts as me.

Now I’m a confident young WOMAN whose knowledge of male sexuality puts me in a superior position, not only to my brother, but over all boys. Instead of being afraid of them in some mystical awe like my friends, I could feel strong in their presence. I knew what secrets their clothes hid and what secrets nested within their minds.

I realized I had to balance this new found power with my friends. While I can share my confidence, I had to be careful with my knowledge. Mom is right: not all moms are as understanding as she is.

I’m glad I had Michelle to share the experience with. I had to confide in someone or I’d burst. Besides, she fed off my enthusiasm and I hers. It was a runaway reaction, like a snowball rolling downhill, gathering both speed and mass as it moved along.

It was with these thoughts that MD and I had lunch and planned the rest of our day.

Sunday was a day of rest. So we gave Stephen the day off. I also wanted him good and horny for whatever we planned to do with him on Monday.

Michelle borrowed mom’s bike and we rode to the park. We spent some time under a tree watching some boys play basketball. Skins against shirts. I was imagining all-skins against all-skins.

We rode around the lake and stopped to watch people feeding the ducks. There was a couple there with two small girls who enjoyed running back and forth from picnic basket to shore line. I thought to myself: “Enjoy your innocence. Being a woman brings with it a lot of responsibilities.”

We came home, had dinner and a quick dip in the pool.

That evening at bedtime, Michelle surprised me. We stripped and kissed, but just when I felt I was going to peak from the activity, she pushed me onto my bed pinning my arms against the mattress with her hands. I was overwhelmed by her forcefulness and surrendered to the feeling of being helpless in her grip.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” she said with a grin worthy of a cat who had just cornered a mouse.

She kissed me again only this time from a position of dominance. I often mused what it would be like to have the roles reversed with my brother: him dominating me. Me being naked in his presence and doing his bidding. There was a certain excitement there, but this was entirely different. First of all, this was real. Secondly, the dominant force was female. Finally, the feeling was far more intense.

I had to let myself go and succumb to Michelle’s power. I knew what she felt. I had felt it the other night myself. I enjoyed her responsiveness to my power and now it was time to let her enjoy me. It gave me pleasure to please her, and I began to understand why my brother took pleasure in his submission. Surrendering oneself to feminine force is ironically liberating: my libido was free to roam to places my conscious thoughts would never allow it to go. I felt safe and comfortable being surrounded by GIRL.

GIRL was like the womb where conscious thought could be surrendered, every fear vanquished and all needs satisfied in total dependency. It was the ultimate of feminine power.

I let her “do” me as I had done her the previous night.

I’ve been touching my body for my entire life. It’s true; you can’t tickle yourself, since you know it is coming. But when someone else touches you there’s a different dynamic at work. There’s suspense even with the most innocent touch.

That dynamic takes on even deeper dimensions when heightened by the suspense of sexual tension and that’s what Michelle had over me.

The brush of a single finger was almost like the touch of an electrical wire. Little shocks of pleasure traveled through my body, storing themselves in every nerve ending building up a charge to the verge of sparking over. The tip of her tongue became an erotic device that imparted pangs of ecstasy wherever it brushed and wherever it probed.

I enjoyed every patch of skin, every cell that she touched. She was slowly transforming me into a shapeless mass of electrified ecstasy. No boy could ever know how to do this no matter how well trained he might be.

I imagine that sex with a boy could be interesting and even fun, but I doubt that any male could provide the pleasure that only another girl knows how to give. Girls have a special sense to know what another girl is feeling. Our beings, our souls are sympathetic to each other. Resonance is inevitable.

Girl-sex is superior sex just as the girl-sex is the superior sex.

I was totally overpowered by Michelle and barely capable of any action on my part other than to sigh at every single trickle of pleasure. All these trickles had a cumulative effect feeding a reservoir of sensuality that was too big to hold back.

She teased my clit with just the tip of her tongue and that’s what caused the dam to break. My passions flooded over and I was lost in a wave of pure girl-sex energy. I could feel the flood of pleasure gushing from every cell in my body. I’m afraid that I was also flooding poor Michelle’s face, but she licked on.

My mind was in a haze, my thoughts awhirl. Consciousness had no meaning as I felt if I were suspended in time, caught between different dimensions. I might have even passed out. I slowly awoke to the felling of floating down like a feather in a breeze.

It was a scary feeling like freefall, being weightless, but I felt safe and secure in GIRL as manifested in Michelle’s warm embrace. That’s another difference with girl-sex; the buildup and aftercare is as beautiful as the main event.

I felt comfortable, secure and satisfied like a swaddled infant suckling at its mother’s breast.

For the moment, and for the night, there was no place else I would have rather been.

I am Michelle and she is me: separately two girls: together GIRL.

Oh yes, this was going to be a beautiful summer.

-=o=-

Michelle and I made love and dominated my brother throughout the summer. I was glad she was there with me. Even without sharing our personal sexual pleasures, there was the matter of my brother. Dominating him was a much more fun activity when I could share it with another girl.

Together, we worked on my mother and softened her position on getting a strap-on dildo. It was difficult work especially since she “officially” knows nothing of what is going on. Our dominance over my brother was obvious, but we kept the specific sexual acts out of her sight. She didn’t ask and we didn’t tell.

She was OK with the chastity device since it is “passive.” A strap-on is an offensive weapon and it has only one purpose. It is hard for her to deny what I intend to do with it. Nonetheless, she is considering it.

I hated to see Michelle go. She was more than my lover, she was my soulmate: a sister I never had. Losing her was going to make nights in my bedroom so lonely and days dominating my brother less satisfying.

As for my brother, we discovered all of his fantasies, or at least I think we have. There is still so much more to do with him. We have enough information on him to keep me busy experimenting for years.

School starts up again tomorrow. I have a number of friends and I would like to share my brother and my love with them like I did with Michelle. It will be a while before I can find out who’s safe and just how much I can show them.

Also it will be difficult to pay attention in class with some of the cuter boys and imagining them naked, kneeling at my feet.

-=o=-

I just got an email from MD. She has a male cousin (her father’s sister’s son – I think that makes him my second cousin) who is about the same age as Stephen. Her mom told her that her aunt just put him on Puericil and needed someone to look after his training. My aunt bought Michelle a copy of Dr. Miller’s book. Both my aunt and Michelle are glad for the experience MD got over the summer.

I can’t wait until I see the both of them when we visit her at the Thanksgiving break. I got some ideas that we can make my brother and her cousin do.

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