I didn't think too much of Marshall. He was 17 and didn't seem to have much going.I spent my time being perpetually horny as only a twenty year old ca...n be. Sharon and I necked and petted, enthuisiastically and heavily, but Sharon always stopped me short of intercourse and short of relief. One night Sharon and I had talked till one in the morning on her porch. When we went inside, we started kissing and ended up stretched out on her bed. I was determined to seduce her, and I soon was sucking on. Lying awake in bed that second night, I somehow dreamt up the idea thatperhaps I could trick my aunt into dressing me as a girl, by appealingto her hatred of ruined clothes and filth. I thought that if I snuckoff the next day and really messed up my clothes in a major way, shemight make good her repeated threats to dress me like a sissy girl. Ishivered with a combination of terror and excitement at my bold plan.The next morning Aunty brushed and combed my hair for me when Ifinished in the. They didn't let us do it long enough for it to be fun. Once the obvious mess was taken care of we were ordered to dress. Not that you could call what we were when we were wearing the clothes that Blake had selected for us being dressed.Once we had put our slut outfits back on, Blake escorted us past the increasingly hostile ladies out front and down to the elevators. Karen looked like she was going to explode while we were waiting for the elevator. The doors opened and we stepped into the. I did as I was told. My knees pressed into the damp leaf litter. My face close to his crotch. ‘Here I go’ I thought as my heart pounded. Instinctively my hands slipped around to caress his denim covered buttocks as I pressed my face into his groin. I just wanted to rub my face in his crotch. I could feel the thick soft meat of his cock through the fabric. Again he wore no underwear for me. Out of his sight my mouth curled into a devious smile.I unzipped him and lowered his jeans to his thighs..