.so I obeyed. Here I was, afourteen-year-old boy, with curled blonde hair, in white leatherette highheels, wearing flesh tone panty hose, flowered pin...k panties, afalsie-stuffed matching bra, and slinky silk slip. Covered up by a shortwhite barely-there dress, decorated with delicate pink roses, tiny greenleaves, and edged at the collar, sleeves, and skirt hem with a flounce ofwhite lace. On my blonde curls, I wore a matching pink beret.Oh, God...it was so humiliating! I looked like a girl...I. Deep, hard, fast it goes... to the hilt.As I do, nearly screaming from the rush of sensations, groaning and panting, I say to Michael "Oh God Michael, I just rammed both shafts of the dildo up inside me. It's buried all the way in my ass and pussy. Come on Michael, ram your fist up in me, fuck me, fuck me hard. Please Michael, I need it. Hurt me, fuckin' pound me with your fist. Do anything you want. Give it all to me. Fuck me dammit!"I'm ramming and pounding away with the dildo, so hot and wet. After that came my blouse, a long sleeve silky cream colored number that I left the top two buttons open.Dressed now, I went to the vanity and applied my makeup carefully, I brushed my long red hair, no wig for me, and made certain that my purse was nicely stocked. I always carried five or six rubbers just in case whoever was going to pound my ass had forgotten his. A girl has to be safe with strangers. And accessories are a must to complete any ensemble: rings on each hand, a necklace with a. She stood up and walked around the kitchen while I admired her. After a few minutes she said she had better get fully dressed as the others would arrive soon and she tidied away the rest of the lingerie and disappeared upstairs. Just before she left she turned around smiled and said " if you need the loo its on the left and pointed. I think she thought I would be straight in there having a wank and to be honest she was not far wrong but I just whipped it out there and then and stroked it.