Ray to Rachel Part 8
Ray to Rachel Part 8
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note:
_A boy's fascination with panties leads him down a path he never intended, aided by an understanding relative. This story was inspired by my online friend Rachel Quinn, who also contributed many of the plot elements. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction!
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D ouching was a strange, new experience, but I kind of liked it – it made me feel more grown up. I thought about that – a grown up girl – what would that be like? I put my hands on my chest, feeling the breast forms. I suppose they felt real to someone else, but I wondered what it would be like to have real breasts – what it would feel like to me when a boy felt them?
I really liked being Rachel, but I wished I could be more. Then Mark called – perfect timing. It felt so wonderful to talk to him, and I really wanted to see him again. He asked about a date once more and I told him my aunt said I was too young to be dating. After a while Mark asked if he could stop over and visit. I asked Aunt Mazzie and she said that would be fine.
In half an hour the doorbell rang, and I eagerly answered it. Mark was smiling and I kissed him, then invited him in. I introduced him to Aunt Mazzie who asked him into the living room so we could talk.
"So tell me why you are interested in Rachel?" she asked.
"Well," began Mark nervously, "She's a really pretty girl, and I like her."
"But you know that she's not like other girls, Mark," Aunt Mazzie asked, not letting him off so easy.
"Yes," agreed Mark, trying to avoid a difficult subject, "I think she's better than other girls."
"Just to be perfectly clear," Aunt Mazzie continued, "You know her secret that can never be revealed to others."
Mark blushed, and I put my hand on his, hoping to comfort him. After a pause, he replied, "Yes, and Rachel's secret is safe with me."
"Mark, that makes you a boy that is different than other boys," said Aunt Mazzie, "Because you like a special girl like Rachel."
"What are you saying?" asked Mark, now getting a bit defensive.
"Just that you have a secret of your own – that you like Rachel – in part because of her beauty, and in part because she is different from other girls."
"But I'm not gay," Mark insisted.
"I didn't say that," Aunt Mazzie assured him, "You are a boy with exotic tastes that are best kept secret."
Thinking about it, Mark smiled and agreed, "Yes, I think that's it – exotic tastes – I suppose Rachel's secret is my secret as well – we will both protect each other's secrets."
"See that you do," Aunt Mazzie cautioned him, "And be sure you treat her like a lady!"
Mark promised to be a perfect gentleman, and Aunt Mazzie left us alone. We sat close and soon were kissing. "I like you being so exotic," said Mark.
"Do you like me enough to touch me down there?" I asked.
Mark stiffened – I realized I was testing his limits and didn't want to create a problem. After a while Mark said, "Why not?" and slipped his hand up my dress. I spread my legs apart, giving him the green light and soon his hand was rubbing my panties, arousing me. I pressed my tongue into Mark's mouth as we kissed, and he massaged me to full erection.
"Could we go out for a walk, just around the neighborhood?" he asked. I asked Aunt Mazzie and she said it would be okay. Mark asked to use the bathroom and I showed him where it was. When he was back, we went for a nice walk, holding hands. I was still erect but being so small it didn't show.
"I really liked it when you sucked me at the beach," said Mark.
"I liked that too," I confessed, "I've thought about it a lot."
"I'd love you to do it again," he replied.
"Any time we can," I answered with a smile.
"Would you suck some of my friends?" he asked.
"Why?" I demanded, "I'm your girlfriend – let them get their own!"
"Don't get upset," Mark said, "It's not uncommon for a guy to share is girlfriend with is buddies – I meant no offense."
I was really naive, and bought Mark’s line of BS, thinking it was my duty to make his friends happy. He must have had this all arranged in advance, because soon four of Marks friends greeted us, and said they found a good place.
We walked to a house with many tall bushes forming a hedge. There was a place hidden from view and we entered. Mark and his friends all unzipped and took out their cocks, which they all pointed in my direction. Mark suggested that I handle them to get acquainted. I couldn't help but think that this was a lot more personal than a handshake, but I was still feeling aroused, and enjoyed feeling the strange cocks harden in my hand.
I went from one to another, and soon one guy said he was ready, and came closer to me. I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. It was big – about like Mark's, but a little different in shape. It felt good in my mouth and I was proud to do my duty as Mark's girlfriend. As I sucked, I held two other cocks in my hands. Soon the guy I was sucking came. The taste was strong, though a little different than Mark's. I swallowed and he withdrew, only to be replaced by another guy.
I continued to suck while handling the cocks of the remaining guys until only Mark remained. I thought he must truly be a gentleman to let all his friends go first! It was with renewed respect that I took him into my mouth and eagerly sucked him. When he came, I felt really blessed, and gratefully swallowed his load.
All the boys thanked me and Mark helped me up (such a gentleman). We walked home, but as we walked, it appeared that something was bothering him. "You were really great," he said, "Are you alright with what happened?"
"Of course," I said, smiling, "I just want to be the best girlfriend I can be!"
"That you are," Mark agreed.
Mark walked me home and then departed.
Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn for the inspiration for this story and much of the plot.
To be continued . . .
Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)