Sarah Wilson was not amused. After cultivating the handsome Paul, for several months to be her own ‘pet’ he now informed her he was intent on having a regular girl friend, and Janet was the girl he had in mind.
Sarah, a handsome woman in her late thirties, was a governess at the well known Stoughton Centre, the inmates were mostly young folk in their late teens who came from broken homes or were orphans. She was a widow and after four years of total and utter abstinence from sexual activity with the opposite sex, Mrs Wilson was hungry for adventure and physical relief. She liked submissive males and this was why she was first attracted to Paul, some twenty years younger than herself. She ‘trained’ him thoroughly, and it came as a terrible shock to her to be told he was now interested in a girl more his own age and might one day intend to marry her.
This was not in Mrs Sarah Wilson’s plans at all, and after so much trouble to train this delicate young sissy she did not intend to give him up to a younger woman just because Paul had the nerve to express his love for Janet.
Most week-ends Sarah took Paul to her own home away from the Centre and he had become hooked on their exciting sissy games she taught him. He loved playing the game of being her maid for example. He even enjoyed being called Pauline instead of Paul whilst he was clad in feminine clothing, and although he insisted he was very much in love with his girl friend, Janet, back at the Centre, he still went along with this bossy Mrs Wilson and reconciled himself to having two important loves in his life. This was made easier for him by Sarah’s repeated and plausible explanation that he had two sides to his personality, and whilst Janet may appeal to one side, he would never be able to deny his attraction towards the older woman.
“You see my darling pet” she tried to explain to him “you have a new personality since you have been coming home with me for these happy week-ends, a female personality, and I am your lover when you feel feminine. When you feel male again, then Janet is the one you think about. That’s right isn’t it Paul my darling”.?
He had to agree. He ALWAYS had to agree with Sarah Wilson, but what he did not realise at this stage was that Mrs Sarah Wilson planned towards making his feminine personality the dominant one, and, hopefully, if her scheming went well, his maleness both mental and physically, would be his secondary personality, and one that would eventually be overcome completely. She knew the more intense his feminine feelings became the more under her seductive spell he would be.
Sarah laid her plans carefully. She wanted this young man for her own pet, but this would not be accomplished by force, only by stealth and cunning, She wanted him to belong to her because he WANTED to, not through being FORCED.
The first step, once she had Paul accepting his new identity, if only at certain times, was to turn her attention to his girl friend, Janet. She would gradually condition the young girl to accept Paul as Pauline and eventually she herself would be as much under the control of Mrs Sarah Wilson as was her intended husband-to-be.
Paul had shown quite an attitude for art during his stays with Sarah and also at the Centre and following a recommendation from Sarah in her capacity as Governess, the young man was sent away on a three month course to an Art College in London. This was all a part of Sarah’s plan, she wanted him out of the way for a while so she could concentrate her attention on young Janet. She hoped the Separation would loosen the bond between the young couple and render Janet more vulnerable to a skilled seduction.
Sarah accompanied Paul on the train journey to London on that Monday morning and after being shown round the impressive College he was taken to the small room he would be allocated during his stay. He loved art, he was so grateful to Mrs Wilson for giving him this marvellous opportunity although he was sad at the prospect of missing both the loves in his life, Mrs Sarah Wilson and Janet. It would seem a long three months, he was sure of that, but he consoled himself that he had been told he would be allowed a visitor once a week.
Sarah helped him unpack his case. Carefully placing his clothing in the drawers and small wardrobe provided, and then she opened her bag and produced several pairs of pretty nylon panties and frilly nighties.
The sight of the ultra feminine garments excited him, the panties were so flimsy, so scanty, so utterly lovely. He watched this wonderful woman laying them out on his bed and quickly accepted her invitation to fondle them and inspect them closely. He ran his fingers lovingly through the nylon undies, they felt so tantalisingly soft and deliciously silky.
“Aunty brought some nice pretty things for her Pauline” Sarah spoke softly, “just to keep you happy my pet and to console you when you feel lonely at night”.
“Oh… Mrs… I mean… Aunty they are so lovely” he had not forgotten he was to call her Aunty whenever he felt feminine, and how could he feel anything but feminine when he ran his hands through such delightfully soft feminine articles of womanly clothing?
She gave him a kiss that slowly developed into a long passionate one, and leaving him panting she carefully placed the knickers and nightgowns in a drawer and spread a manly sweater over them so that no one would notice them if they opened the drawer.
“You will adore wearing your lovely panties during the day, my pet, and for night time you can change into one of the very dainty nighties I have brought for you can’t you darling? In fact, Pauline, you can keep on a pair of panties under your nighty when you go to bed so that you will not feel so lonely.” She smiled affectionately at him. What a kind and considerate woman she was the young man thought to himself. What a lucky fellow he was to be friends with such a person.
Just before she left she insisted he change into a pair of panties she selected for him, and when he had done as she wished she made him face the long mirror on the front of the wardrobe and admire himself.
She stood close behind him, her face alongside his, her mouth to his ear.
“You love frilly panties Pauline don’t you” she spoke softly “I believe you love them more than what is usually underneath them. Isn’t that right, darling”?
She had taken another pair of nylon panties and was gently stroking his cheek with them while she talked to him. Her other hand caressed his genitals through the pair he had on, making his erection harder and more visual as they both stared at it in the mirror. It was when she traced her index finger down the crevice of her bottom, pushing the nylon fabric hard to the valley that he began to breath more heavily and to jerk his loins.
When she returned her palm to press full against his welling he increased the tempo of his jerkings, she continued to caress his face, particularly his nostrils and lips, with the silky panties she held in her free hand.
Woman and male stared at the reflection, they were both aware of the increase in that genital swelling beneath the panties. The fabric was being stretched by the manly growth and when she started to hump against him in the rhythm of his own loin-thrusts he became more and more excited and aroused.
That wonderful nylon being held to his face, the equally wonderful nylon his penis was thrusting against, made him want but one thing – to come into his own panties. She was now pressing her belly and the broad upper part of her thighs more urgently against his arse and the small of his back. Back and forth she moved her hips and when she actually clasped his shaft through the panties he wore and felt the throbbiness she knew it would not be long now before he gave way. She wanted him to have this last, satisfying cum-off before she left him at this College of art. An ejaculation he would remember when he was alone, and if he remembered THAT he would remember HER, and hopefully not Janet. She tightened her clasping fingers round the nylon sheathed penis. She quickened her body thrustings against him, making him increase the speed and ferocity of his loin and stomach movements. She looked into his melting face how puppet-like he was in her hands, how simply feminine she could make him feel even when he had a raging hard-on, providing she had him in pretty panties.
“Come on pretty Pauline” she coaxed him “come on darling pet, come on.”
She knew he could not hold back, not that he wanted to, but she loved having him in the Situation where he had no control over his sexual conduct. He groaned, groaned again, and then started to come. Her womanly fingers gripped him, but did not in any form masturbate him, there was no need to, the touch of the knickers against his glands, the tantalising softness of the panties she held to his face, the heaviness of her belly pushing against him, these were more than enough to take the young man over the brink.
He kept spurting on and on and on. This was what she wanted him to do. She wanted him to feel that every last drain of juice had been taken from him and deposited in the pretty panties he wore.
For several moments she embraced him, letting him return to normal breathing slowly. Never one to hurry him after such an explosion of male juicing Mrs Sarah Wilson bided her time
She kept her body close to his when she delved one hand down inside the waistband of his panties, now defiled by his ejaculative fluid. She pushed the fabric down away from his still semi-hard penis and held the crotch band out so they could both stare down at the result.
“Pauline was a good girl” she spoke quietly to him “Pauline has been as obedient as a good little girl and if you are going to cum regularly as much as that while you are away from Aunty you had better learn to wash them out. Take them off Pauline and wash them in the wash-basin in your closet”.
She watched him pull the soiled panties down his thighs, and then, lifting one leg, then the other, he stepped out of them. He held the cum soaked panties in his palms as if they were some precious item that could never be replaced whilst the smiling Sarah led him to the washbasin.
“First, run some luke-warm water” she instructed him “and rinse them out very carefully, and be sure to pay close attention to the crotch-band”.
Whilst he was doing this she fetched a small bottle from her bag and told him to pour a little of the fluid from the bottle into the basin.
“This will, cleanse the nasty stains away if you are careful and clever enough” she told him, finding he was getting excited as she watched him being ridiculously gentle and careful as he wiped the sticky stains out of the silky material of the panties.
“Now swirl them around in the water” she continued to instruct, seeing that his penis beginning to harden again from the mental stimulation he was getting from washing his sheer little nylon panties.
“You DO love feminine panties don’t you” she chided as they both looked down at his rearing shaft, “I’ll bring you a clean dry towel now” she went on “and you can rinse out the panties and plave them flat on the towel. Good, that’s a good little girl, you are learning how to keep your knickers clean all the time whatever naughty things you do with them”.
They returned to his small room and she selected another pair of little panties and held them out to him.
“Slip into these Pauline dear, and for a special treat for you to enjoy yourself after I have gone, I am going to let you have THESE”.
He watched her reach up under her dress and he knew what she was going to do. She was taking down HER knickers, she was going to let him have the very pair she had been wearing all day.
“They were a silken black pair.” she told him “and I wore them today especially for you darling. I want you to put them on your pillow every night and to sleep with your face on them, then you will go to sleep thinking of me won’t you my pet”?
That night when she lay in her own bed, Sarah tried to visualise Paul laying in his lone new bed wearing a pair of frilly panties beneath his very feminine nighty, with his face on her knickers. She knew he would not be able to resist the temptation of sucking her knickers when they were so close to his mouth, and her female fragrance still upon them. She knew he would, most night, give way to the temptation to masturbate himself off into the panties he was wearing, and if he climaxed with her delicate smelling panties in his mouth he would surely be thinking of her and NOT of Janet, his girl friend.
This nightly ritual would keep him nicely contented and thinking of her Sarah hoped, as well as reinforcing his bond with wearing womanly underthings. Imagining Paul’s nocturnal activities and its consequences caused Sarah great excitement, so much so she also gave way to temptation … her self-induced climax was good but not as satisfying as when she was with her sissy ‘pet’.
However, he was away for three months and she did not intend to spend her time only thinking about sexual relief, she was still going to get it, but in a different way. She licked her lips and hissed in her breath when she thought of the pretty girl Janet … she was to be the next item on the agenda.
Mrs Sarah Wilson made a point of being very kind and attentive to young Janet during the next few days, and the girl was very pleased to be invited to spend a week-end away from the Centre with Mrs Wilson.
“You must come to my place for the week-end my dear” Sarah had told her “it will be much better than staying in this dreary Orphanage and it will help you get over being without Paul won’t it, my dear.” The woman added with a suppressed smile.
The girl thoroughly enjoyed the ride in Mrs Wilson’s very nice car, it was not often she had the chance to ride in luxury. She felt flattered when she was told that Mrs Wilson looked upon her as a friend once they were away from the Centre, and she could call her Sarah instead of the more formal ‘Miss Wilson’, which of course all the inmates had to do. It amused Sarah to think that in the same front seat of her car where Janet was now sitting, her precious boy friend had sat dressed completely in woman’s clothes.
During this first week-end Sarah and Janet established a bond of friendship. The girl missed Paul, she had not had any really close friends in her life and she was easy prey for a woman like Sarah Wilson.
“I do understand how you must miss Paul” Sarah told her in a moment of intimate talk “but if you like you can stay with me every week-end until he returns. Would you like that my dear”?
The girl was overjoyed to accept, and the next week-end she was surprised to find that Sarah’s cousin Ian would also be staying with them.
“You will like Ian” the girl was told “he is a very good looking young man, a few years older than you and Paul, and very much more sure of himself. I hope you get to know him well, I am sure he will like you, Janet”.
Mrs Wilson did everything she could to plan for the couple to be together as much as possible during the stay, and just as she had hoped, Janet was attracted by his good looks and authoritative manner, so unlike her dithery Paul. On the Saturday night Sarah suggested Ian take Janet to a local disco, but made him promise not to bring her home too late.
“Janet is not used to late nights” she told the young man “she has to be in the centre by ten, but you can stay until midnight as she is staying with me tonight”.
It was a rare treat for the girl, and Janet really enjoyed herself. Ian had very naughtily bought drinks, she could not show him she was not grown up and so she let him persuade her to drink more than was good for her. She felt light headed, and little wonder, she didn’t drink at the Centre at all, and so she didn’t object at all when, in a slow dreamy number, Ian held her very tightly … and kissed her. It was a very smoochy tune, the lights were dim, but she was able to see that most of the couples around her were kissing and cuddling, and to her amazement she noticed some of the boys were trying to grope their partners.
Her own passions were aroused by the way this good looking young man kissed and held her and she felt inflamed with a new desire when she felt his manhood pressing against her tummy. She remembered this feeling when they got back to the cottage and she allowed him to give her a long, very tonguing wet kiss before she went up to her bedroom.
Janet realised she had developed a crush on this new friend, and was pleased when she was told he would be staying the next week-end also.
“Is my cousin helping you forget about Paul” Sarah asked her the next morning. Janet was glad the boy was out of the room when she was asked this leading question. She blushed, but she did not answer, but Mrs Sarah Wilson guessed.
The next week-end Sarah made sure Ian took the girl to the disco again. She wanted Janet to enjoy the new world she was discovering outside the walls of the Centre. Janet again became aroused when she danced with him, and also when she was asked to dance by other young men. Ian didn’t seem to mind if she danced with others while he drank at the bar, although he was always with her when the lights were dimmed and the tempo became softer and more sexy.
That night Sarah gave Janet a very beautiful new nightgown to wear. It was better than anything the girl had ever owned in her life. It was pink and frothy, so very different to the plain sexless cotton gowns she had to wear in the Centre.
“You feel lovely in that don’t you Janet dear” Mrs Sarah Wilson admired the girl as she paraded around her bedroom in her new bedtime attire “doesn’t wearing such a pretty nighty make you feel naughty and sexy, eh”?
Janet blushed, but she nodded. Mrs Wilson was so kind to her, so understanding, she didn’t realise that it was pre-arranged that at this moment Ian would come into her bedroom dressed in a smart dressing gown.
“Ian has come to kiss a very lovely young lady good-night” Sarah said softly “you do want to thank him for giving you another lovely evening don’t you Janet”? she added with a seductive smile.
Before the girl could answer Ian was bending over the bed and giving her a very long, passionate kiss. Janet was feeling very relaxed, and happy, and light-headed from the drink at the disco and she readily returned his kissing. Janet was puzzled at the encouragement she was getting from Sarah to let Ian kiss and touch her, and under the clever kissing she found her passions being aroused, and was very disappointed when she felt Ian being pulled away from her.
Janet saw that it was Sarah pulling the young man away, she was also helping him out of that silken dressing-gown and he was utterly naked beneath it. His manhood was rigid and up thrusting in a way that alarmed the inexperienced girl.
“Get into bed Janet dear” Sarah coaxed and then she held the covers back to invite the young man to get into the girl’s bed with her. “Now don’t be alarmed my dear, you are so excited from the disco and the drinking my dear you need some one like Ian to help you relax and get rid of your tensions. Ian will help you get release from your girlish passions and then you will sleep so much better. Ian is going to be your boy friend tonight and continue from that good-night kiss” Sarah added with a grin.
Sarah knew how Ian would be thrilled to see this pretty girl in such a frilly and feminine nighty and he eagerly clamped his body to hers. Sarah knew it must be very new and exciting for the girl to feel another body pressing against her own, especially as the boy was naked and she was in this frilly, frothy, silken nightgown.
“Now don’t forget what I told you, Ian” Sarah went on “Janet is saving herself for her husband-to-be, who is away at art College at the moment. You understand”?
The young man nodded, and began caressing Janet’s breasts through the thin fabric of her nighty. It was the first time in her sheltered life that she had encountered such beautiful sensations, and she swooned with pleasure. Ian followed this with a very gentle frigging of her young pussy and slowly guided her hand down to his rampant penis. Instinctively she began to nervously wank him, and at the same time, as she became more and more aroused, she opened her legs wider to allow him greater access to her now very moist little pussy.
“That’s right my darlings” Sarah leant over them “sleep well, you are so well suited to one another”.
She went from the bedroom, leaving them alone to enjoy one another’s body. She knew the girl would quickly be brought to a climax by the skilled young man and that her own inexperienced desires would soon bring her new lover to a wonderful orgasm, and then, in all probability they would go to sleep during a long kissing Session.
Ian had been well trained. Sarah had promised him that if he did what she told him all the time with this pretty girl, even when she married Paul it would be Ian, not Paul who would take her virginity and that she would be available to him whenever he visited the house.
“You see my dear cousin” Sarah had explained to him “I am totally feminising her precious fiancé, and by the time they get married he will not be any use to her in bed. He will want to sleep with me all the time because I know how to give him the maximum pleasure through masturbation which he will prefer to making love to his wife”.
“I don’t understand why any man would want to neglect a girl like Janet once she is his wife” the puzzled Ian replied.
“One day you will understand Ian, but if you don’t want to perform his husbandly duties for him let me know. I will find her another man”.
“Oh no, of course I will look forward to making love to her as often as possible, Sarah, please, count me in. I will do anything you wish for that pleasure. She is such a lovely girl isn’t she”?
During that first night in bed with Janet Ian had slipped away to his own bed. The temptation to possess her properly was too great, and he had promised Sarah he would not take her
Janet was surprised and sorry to find she was alone in bed in the morning. She remembered all the lovely things Ian had done to her and for a moment she wondered if she had even been dreaming and nothing had been real. However, the next night when Sarah again ushered Ian into her bedroom Janet knew it had not been a dream. She welcomed her lover with open arms and pressed her shapely young body to him.
“That’s a good girl Janet” Sarah encouraged “love your new boy friend, make one another happy”.
Sarah left them alone again, and the next week-end it was easy for her to encourage them to cuddle and pet one another in the lounge on the sofa right in front of Sarah.
“You are only young once” she told them “enjoy yourselves as much as you can. You Janet will be a married woman soon, and it is only right you learn as much as you can about life”.
Sarah’s explanation seemed so right, so plausible to Janet so she didn’t feel guilty about her feelings and actions with Ian. She realised that Paul had never once touched her or kissed her like Ian had done. Paul was so slow, so timid. Ian was so bold, so manly.
Sarah visited Paul at the Art College once a week as she had promised, and each visit included a session of wet tongue kissing. It was on such a visit that Sarah stayed late because she had booked in at a hotel not far from the college. She watched Paul change into a blue silky nighty and matching panties and climb into his bed. She sat on the bed close beside him, sliding one arm around his silken clad shoulders and the other hand she worked under the sheets and sought for his penis under his panties. She held him through the flimsy material, waiting until he grew hard.
“You like wearing your pretty undies all the time Pauline, don’t you” she told the excited young man, “you have been wearing them every night haven’t you”?
“Oh yes Aunty of course I have, you told me to, but I love wearing them, you know I do. I am very happy wearing them, I just wish I saw you more than just once a week, Aunty”.
“You love the panties so much you would give anything wouldn’t you to be able to wear them ALL the time, Pauline”?
He thrilled to being called by his girl name and the gentle way this woman was slowly wanking him through the nylon panties made him love her so much Sarah knew she had him under her control now. He thought for a moment, then as her handling of his penis through the panties became intolerably wonderful, he nodded, “Yes, yes Aunty, I would”.
She was more than satisfied with his attitude, and quietly and slowly she told him “I think I can persuade Janet to try and understand your love for pretty underthings darling, and then you will be able to wear whatever girlish clothes you like, all the time”.
He was too busy enjoying the pleasure her hand was providing through the knickers and anticipating the exciting prospect of a much needed spurt to really understand what she was saying. It WOULD be good if Janet would let him wear feminine clothing all the time, but that was in the future, what this woman was doing to him was NOW, and he was enjoying it so much. Sarah never put her hand under his panties, but so clever were her manipulations through the nylon he was soon releasing a heavy load into the panties and he lifted his face to give this wonderful woman a kiss of gratitude. Sarah wiped him clean, tucked him up in bed, kissed him goodnight and left him lonely but happily satisfied.
On Janet’s next week-end visit she was sorry to discover Ian was not coming. Sarah saw her expression of sadness.
“Upset my dear because Ian is not here” she asked “you are very fond of Jan aren’t you”?
“Yes Aunty I am” the girl replied “You would like to see him again”? Janet nodded. “Of course, yes Aunty”
“You would like to sleep with him again” asked the wily Sarah smiling at the slightly embarrassed girl.
“Yes Aunty” she replied meekly.
“You know you will be getting married next summer my dear don’t you, but my guess is that you will still want to see Ian … and sleep with him … eh”?
After some hesitation Janet said that this was so, she burst into tears and rushed into the waiting arms of the woman.
“Don’t worry my little pet, I think I can make you happy, I can help you. Did you know I have discovered your Paul is very interested in woman’s clothing. In fact, he is obsessed with garments of a feminine nature. I have allowed him to dress up as a girl when he stays with me to make him happy”. Sarah did not reveal that it was she who had seduced the young man to love females clothing and to dress in them and feel like a woman. “I can see you are puzzled my dear, there is no need to be. He is not queer, he loves you very very much, but he also loves feeling like a woman. Just look at these photos my dear”.
Sarah showed the puzzled girl the pictures she had taken of Paul parading about in a vast attire of feminine garments. Photos of him in his nighty, his underwear complete with stockings and suspenders, with girdle and bra, with all manner of corsets and corselettes.
“Doesn’t he look pretty in his girly clothes and so happy don’t you think Janet darling” Sarah asked “you can see how much he enjoys his dressing up games can’t you”?
Sarah waited a moment before going on. “So you see Janet my sweet, if Paul gets his pleasures from wearing MY clothes, the clothes of a woman almost old enough to be his mother, then you, my dear, know he can’t object if YOU get your pleasures elsewhere too”.
Again she gave time for the girl to digest what she was saying, then she continued, “If you agree to let Paul dress as a woman whenever he wants to I think he will agree to let you sleep with Ian when you want to. Isn’t that what you would like”?
Janet was shocked at the perversity of the situation, but at the same time she was excited at the prospect of sleeping with Ian.
Sarah patted Janet’s flushed face. “There is no need to be so embarrassed my pet. Ian is a very experienced young man and I am sure he will give you a very good time when he sleeps with you in your bed, in your marital bed that is. Paul is very mild and effeminate, very passive, and having Ian in your bed will compensate for your husband-to-be’s lack of experience and his manliness which is so female orientated”. She patted the girl’s cheek again, “You could be such a passionate girl Janet, you need a man like Ian sometimes to keep you healthy. Just think of it my dear, you would have the best of both worlds, a nice quiet obedient husband, and a handsome lover to give you the sort of loving you need”.
Sarah knew she had persuaded the girl to accept this bizarre Suggestion. She cuddled the girl and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Don’t you worry about a thing, leave it all to Aunty Sarah and you, Paul and Ian will be very happy”.
She didn’t add that SHE would be very happy too with that Situation.
“Paul comes back from College next month and I propose you both spend the week-end here with me when you will be reunited after such a long time. You’ll be able to kiss and cuddle each other without worrying about prying eyes as you do at the Centre. I want you to discover each other and I’ll be there to teach you and Paul what you both should know”.
Janet was very thankful that she and Paul would be able to spend the week-end in the privacy of Sarah’s cottage, and she was now perfectly happy to let ‘Aunty’ make all the arrangements.
“I want you to show full acceptance of Paul’s dressing up games” Sarah told her “it will make him much happier and a better lover for you”.
On the next week-end Janet was very pleased to find Ian had been invited again.
“She missed you Ian” Sarah told him as she ushered them to sit close together on the couch. She was delighted to see them kissing one another like demented lovers, and was even more pleased when a little later on she noticed Ian had his hand INSIDE Janet’s pretty blouse, while Janet was rubbing her hands over the large bulge at the front of his trousers.
“That’s it my little darling pets” she coaxed them “Have a lovely time together”.
On the Saturday morning Sarah took Janet shopping in the near by town. They called in at a special small clothes shop Sarah knew well that sold exotic and erotic underthings. They purchased a selection of very provocative clothing and that evening Janet was persuaded to parade in some of the sexy items in front of Ian. She blushed, but was excited, and Sarah was particularly pleased to see the expression of lust on Ian’s face. He could not keep his hands off her and finally had to crush her scantily clad body to his own.
Although she enjoyed seeing them together like this, it was the homecoming of Paul that excited Sarah the most. The time soon passed and he was due at the cottage. She met him at the little station and on the drive to the cottage she told him she had invited down Janet for the week-end and that the girl had been told his secret. She saw the look of concern on his face. “Don’t worry pet, everything will be alright, leave it to Aunty. You are all my pets, and I love you.
They were all seated in the warm lounge, dinner had been enjoyed, the wine had flowed and under the guidance of Sarah Janet and Paul cuddled and kissed on the couch. The girl could not but help making comparisons between this soft natured boy and the manly Ian. Ian so quickly aroused her body, Paul was so girlish and inexperienced in his approach.
“Paul, my darling” Sarah was telling him “go into the bedroom and change into the outfit I have laid out for you”.
Paul went quietly away to do as he had been told, looking back at Janet with Sarah standing behind her. Both Janet and the older woman nodded their heads and smiled their encouragement to him, and so he went happily to the bedroom.
On the bed he found a pair of pale blue panties in nylon, a pair of pale blue silky polyester slacks and a dark blue tricel blouse. He eagerly slipped off his clothes and put on the lovely feminine garments. It felt so good to be dressed in them and to know in the other room Janet, his bride-to-be, was waiting to see him.
When he returned to the lounge he found the lights had been dimmed and a slow dreamy music was playing from the record-player,
“Walk around the room for us, there’s a good girl” he heard Sarah telling him “there doesn’t he look sweet, Janet? Walk up and down the room again, again. Good girl, now come and sit next to Janet on the couch, Pauline”.
Sarah stood behind the couch looking down on the couple, directing them to embrace each other and kiss. Paul found it so thrilling to be dressed like this in girlish clothing whilst kissing Janet, whilst Janet found it strange, but quite exciting, to be held and kissed by a male dressed in a silky blouse and womanish slacks. Sarah leant over and unbuttoned Janet’s blouse and unclipped her brassiere and then guided Paul’s hands to the bared breasts.
“Janet missed you a lot while you were away my pet” Sarah whispered to him “so now you show her how much you missed her. Play with her titties dear, make her nipples harden”.
Sarah now directed Janet’s slim hands to the zip on Paul’s slacks and made her pull it down. Janet gasped when she saw the pretty pale blue panties he was wearing underneath and her eyes widened at the sight of the erect penis thrusting against the thin fabric.
“You can see Paul gets very excited when he wears woman’s panties my dear. Here, Janet, close your fingers around his penis, that’s right, hold him tightly my pet”.
Sarah held the girl’s slender wrist and by pressure showed her how to wank her husband-to-be, making her masturbate slowly but firmly making him moan in passion and begin fondling the young woman’s breasts in a more determined enjoyable fashion, much to Janet’s pleasure.
The watching Sarah saw that the girl was fast becoming aroused by the handling of the quite virile penis through the highly nyloned panties and without being told she was wanking him faster and faster.
“That’s a good girl, give him the pleasure he wants” Sarah urged “isn’t it strange to be holding a man though he is wearing woman’s knickers. You can see how much he enjoys what you are doing to him my pet. Here …” she leant further over the back of the couch “let me open your pretty knees more Janet. Good girl, spread your thighs open. Feel up her legs Paul” she whispered intimately into his ear “put your hands up her clothing Pauline pet”.
Sarah held his wrist and made him thrust his hand high enough up under Janet’s raised skirt to get his palm to her knickered crotch.
“There, this is what you want isn’t it my pet” she said softly as she held aside the damp gusset of Janet’s panties and made him push his fingers against her soft pussy fleshiness. “Now play with her, play with her I tell you” she spoke more loudly now as her own excitement increased as she watched closely the mutual feminine love-making.
“There, two pretty lovers” the woman chortled happily as she cuddled them both from behind the couch encouraging their lewd but satisfying activities. She pulled back Janet’s flared skirt to expose a pretty pair of primrose coloured panties.
“You are both wearing such pretty little knickers, play with each others panties make your beloved cum my sweet pets, make one another cum in your knickers”.
She saw Janet arch upwards and start to gyrate her hips, she must be close to her orgasm, Paul must have his sensible fingers tucked away nice and high inside her wet and vibrating pussy, and from the speed she was wanking her husband-to-be’s penis inside his panties she was going to do her best to make him spend his sissy fluids at the same time his fingers brought her her own sexual happiness.
The instant Sarah saw the start of the dark patch growing on the front of his panties she gripped Janet’s wrist and made her hold still the throbbing shaft. At the same time Janet’s thighs opened wide, her belly heaved and she was THERE as well. Sarah gripped Paul’s wrist and made his pleasure-giving fingers cease movement.
“Just cum naturally together” she whispered to them as the young couple moaned and gasped “spurt all you can Pauline darling, and let Janet cum all she wants to without having your fingers moving about inside her”.
“Wasn’t that good” Sarah let them relax for a few minutes before speaking to them again. She cuddled them both and kissed each panting mouth in turn. “You both really enjoyed that didn’t you. That was the way you are going to make love when you are husband and wife. You both liked it that way and Paul will always dress in panties and other frillies when he wants to. Here, let me clean you both, I have some tissues ready. My, my, you DID cum a lot Pauline. Show me your fingers and let me look at Janet’s panty crotch-band, aha yes, she came a nice lot too. Good, very good, you are both Aunty’s pets and she will always look after you, even when you are married. ”
She pulled Janet’s skirt back into place and zipped up Paul’s slacks again.
“It is getting late, I think you had both better get ready for bed my dears.”
They made their way to their separate bedrooms.
The next week-end Ian was also invited and the young couple didn’t object now to his witnessing their strange behaviour. Ian seemed to accept it readily enough and he in fact encouraged Paul to dress up and become transformed into Pauline.
When it came to bedtime Sarah informed them that Paul would be sleeping with her and made him twirl around in the pretty pink nighty he was wearing.
“Poor Janet is lonely” Sarah muttered “especially as I have her Pauline sleeping with me, I think it would be nice, don’t you Pauline, if we let Ian share her bed to keep her company”?
Ian grinned and slipped his arm around the young girl’s waist to escort her into her bedroom. Janet was surprised, and very happy, Ian would cure her loneliness and she ached for his aggressive love-making. Paul did not protest and stood meekly with Sarah fondling the front of his pretty panties while through the doorway he watched his girl friend getting into bed with Ian. In a strange way he was getting excited at this sight and he looked up into Sarah’s smiling face.
“That really turned you on my pet” the woman spoke softly “seeing your Janet getting into the same bed as Ian, didn’t it dear. Well, you will be glad to know, my little pet, that this isn’t the first time they have slept in the same bed together. I have let them sleep together every time they have been here and now they really understand one another and have got to know one another very intimately. Ian really appreciates having a lovely girl guest like Janet to sleep with and the innocent young Janet has been happy to have an expert lover teach her the joys of love and ease her lonely nights”.
That night Paul particularly enjoyed sleeping with Sarah knowing that while he and the older woman made their own strange love, his Janet was with Ian in another bed. Aunty’s pets were being directed to sleep separately and with other partners, and Aunty’ s pets were delighted with the arrangements.
“Ian is giving your Janet another sexy night” Sarah told him as they snuggled up close to one another “while you sleep with Aunty in Aunty’s big bed”. She slowly and carefully wanked him to a tremendous climax, “However, I’ve given Ian strict instructions that Janet is to remain a virgin until her wedding day, my pet, I want to see you both in pure white on your wedding day. I will allow Ian to cuddle and kiss her all he wants to, but that is all”.
All through the week-end Sarah allowed and encouraged Ian to sit and cuddle Janet while Paul, wearing a pretty blouse and skirt found himself often in Sarah’s strong arms. Sarah found great delight in fondling her girlie-boy beneath his brief pleated skirt while they both watched Ian and Janet on the couch indulging in intimate petting sessions.
“Look at Ian feeling up your wife-to-be’s clothing” Sarah taunted her young friend, making him stand and watch the other couple while she stood behind him, her arms encircling his waist, her hands now and again delving up under HIS clothing to sample the size of his swelling male organ.
She knew when he was aroused she could say, and do, anything to him, and he would not resent it. He seemed to get even harder when he was petted through his little panties and at the same time watch his girl friend being mildly assaulted by the good looking Ian.
“You can see Janet enjoys being in the company of Ian” she went on, speaking softly and with her lips close to his ear. “You want young Janet to be happy don’t you my pet, and as long as she enjoys it you don’t mind how high up her legs Ian feels do you”?
As if to help him make up his mind and answer in the way she wanted, Sarah clasped her beringed fingers around his panty enclosed cock and gently, so gently, wanked him. She felt his stomach churning and his loins arching slightly under her experienced ministrations. He shook his head, “Oh no, I don’t mind, I want Janet to be happy, and if she wants Ian to touch her legs, even her thighs, I don’t mind”.
“Not as long as Aunty makes you happy eh, like this… and this… and this”. As she spoke she held his cockie tighter and wanked with a little more urgency. She put her face alongside his as she whispered “Tell Janet to open her legs more my darling pet” she urged him.
Meekly he obeyed. “Janet darling” his voice was so timid “open your legs wider so that Ian can get his hand higher up your thighs”. Sarah whispered more instructions and he continued “I bet Ian would like to feel your knickers Janet, I like feeling them, in fact I love wearing them, you know that don’t you? So let Ian feel your little knickers dear. Maybe Ian would like to put them on”?
Sarah laughed at the final suggestion. “Of course he wouldn’t pet, Ian is not like you, he doesn’t want to WEAR girl’s knickers, but he does want to FEEL them, and what they protect and cover.”
For several moments the room was filled with the heavy breathing as Sarah cleverly wanked Paul through his little knickers while they watched Ian fondling the very tops of Janet’s lovely thighs.
“Now my pet” the woman murmured “I am going to slide my hand INSIDE your panties Paul, shall we tell Ian to get his hand inside Janet’s knickers too”?
“Oh yes, yes” Paul would have agreed to anything to have this wonderful pleasure giving hand inside his feminine underwear and actually touching his flesh. He knew what usually happened when Mrs Sarah Wilson fondled his naked penis, he was induced to spurt, to shoot, to cleanse himself by coming-off. He felt her hand moving and then to his dismay it stopped with her long fingers just inside the elastic waist band of his knickers. Why oh why didn’t she move that hand inside and touch his naked cockie that was aching and throbbing for a release he had grown accustomed to only having when she gave it to him.
“Please, please Mrs Wilson, Sarah I mean, no I mean, Aunty, please Aunty, do what you said you would do, put your hand inside my panties, touch me nicely, please, I beg you”.
She smiled knowingly at him. “I think you have forgotten what the arrangement was” she looked across at the young couple on the couch. Paul knew what she meant and what she wanted him to do.
“Ian, Ian” he spoke with less timidity now for he was aroused and horny, “put your hand up inside Janet’s knickers and touch her, touch her … ” he was for a moment lost for the word, and embarrassed. It was the whispered prompting of Sarah that got him speaking again.
“touch her pussy, her warm little pussy. I know she will like that, and I am sure you will like it too”.
“Put your hand up my skirt” Paul heard Sarah telling him “I want to be given some pleasure too you know”.
To her amazement the young man in feminine attire was doing more than put his hand up her skirt. Sarah was aware of him trying to unbutton her dress, he was getting bold, and the more she caressed his erect penis through his knickers the more bold he became. She played along with him, letting him take off her dress, then in front of the gasping young couple on the sofa, Paul was taking off the soft silken panties from the older woman, her intimate garments were being stacked neatly on the carpet and although she was far from disliking what he was doing to her Sarah felt she had to make him stop, especially as they were not alone.
“Paul, Paul my pet, Pauline, Pauline, you must not do this”. But her voice was hardly audible, choked off by the strange sizzling passion that flowed through the mature belly and loins. She tingled with erotic passion for this boy/girl, virile though he was she knew she should be the one controlling him. She pressed her soft womanly thighs as close together as she could to stop the wild, wicked Sensation in her moistly heated vagina and inner thighs.
The young couple were watching even though they kissed one another with a passion that had been stoked by Mrs Sarah Wilson herself by placing them in such a situation. She pondered whether to take Paul to her bedroom and leave the other two on their own. She decided to make one final attempt to get matters under her own control again. Whatever had come over the quiet, timid Paul, there was no stopping him now. She had driven him too far, tempted him, and aroused him to a pitch beyond reasonable normality. Paul was staring at her near nakedness, holding her close while his hands moved down her broad back towards her warmly rounded buttocks, and his touch was not of compassion or protectiveness, or even of mild admiration, it was the touch of a sex hungry young man, of a man deprived of sexual release in the direct way for too long. Sarah was not slow to recognise the symptoms, and she knew her actions in the next few minutes might make all the difference to their relationship in the future.
“My darling, my pet, my Pauline” she tried speaking softly to him, trying to again reason with him until he was putty in her hands. She played with him so gently, so hard, so fiercely erect was he she feared he would come-off any second. Would that solve the problem ? She thought not. Too often she had given him temporary release that way. Now he wanted more, much more. He was growing up, he was a male for all her efforts to take away his manliness.
Maybe this would be the one time she had to give way to nature. If after this experience he was more willing to be her pet then it would all be worth while. But she must not be seen to be giving in in front of Ian and Janet.
“Take Janet up to bed now” she managed to mutter to the boggle-eyed young Ian, and as soon as they left the room, heading for the bedroom, Sarah allowed fuller play to her own horny companion.
“You don’t seem to mind at all your future wife going to bed with Ian” she was making conversation in order to play for time, but she couldn’t stop the mounting flames of lust within her own body. She was so shamelessly aroused, she had been intent on having his youthful, virile body aroused in her own way and on her own terms, but now, HE was calling the tune and she had to put a stop to it. But how ?
It was too late, she realised that. The events of this week-end, and of so many previous week-ends had taken their irreversible course, and after many bizarre acts maybe at last a more normal procedure was to be undertaken by mature woman and youthful male/girl.
She clasped his ever-thickening prong through the silky knickers, the feel of the throbbiness made the hunger and heat in her vaginal walls all the more intense. His young, slender hands were roaming all over her ripe womanly body, touching her fleshy straining teats, squeezing the large nipples between his finger and thumb, and then, THEN, Heaven forbid, his fingers slipped down over her curving belly, moving towards her hungrily pulsating vagina. His painfully throbbing cock was aching, she knew that, it was now harder than ever before.
“Oh Sarah …, Aunty Sarah” he moaned “I want … I want to … to fuck, …I want to fuck you, you you, you YOU”
She had not taught him to use such dirty and vulgar words and yet so thrillingly naughty and sexually provoking.
“If you … ” she hesitated and then made up her mind that she too could be speaking in more basic words if that was what he liked, “if you want to fuck me Paul then you must not mind if your bride-to-be is wanted to be fucked by Ian, you do realise that don’t you darling”.
“Of course I do, but I don’t care, I need you so badly Sarah, so very badly Aunty Sarah”.
His words cut through her like swords of awakening passion, and she could not deny that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She felt powerless to resist the truth, awful that it might be, she wanted to have him actually inside her body, fucking her, mating with her, when she had believed that all she wanted was to feminise him and leave his wife to the sexual mercy of Ian, and other men when the time was right. Now it was so very different, Paul was conditioned to letting his Janet be coupled and petted with Ian, but he wanted his own sexual release with the mature woman who had taught him so much about himself, but not yet about his true desires. Oh yes, he adored being dressed in girlish clothes, he adored being wanked by this clever scheming woman, he loved everything she had planned for him, but now it was time for a slight variance, he wanted not to be tossed off in his silky knickers, but he wanted to come with his cock inside her belly.
She drew aside his little frilly knickers and gazed at the firmly erect manly rod. She reached out to hold it again and thrilled to the way it throbbed with life as she fastened her fingers around it. She squeezed it tightly, making it lurch even larger in her fist. She was beginning to hunger for it, she wanted to know what it would be like to have it inside her leaving its Juices instead of masturbating him until it was the knickers or panties he wore that took the fluid. His hands were roaming every where over her slightly trembling body, now and then his fingers strayed very, very close to her most intimate parts, and all the time she held his shaft, rubbed it, caressed it with loving attention, wondering if in the bedroom Ian was being played with as passionately by his young companion. Possibly not, even so, Janet was quite a passion piece of girlhood, and Ian was a virile, good looking male.
Paul was good looking too, but in a more gentle, delicate way, nothing gentle or fragile about this throbbing enormity she now held in two fists though.
Together they dropped to the thick pile carpet, kneeling face to face, her hand still stroking him as her wrists kept the little panties to one side, his hands now wandering terribly close to that warm, hairy region between her thighs.
“Oh you are so wonderful Mrs…I mean so wonderful” he panted as his fingers instinctively curved into her hungry wet slit, and his index finger brushed her swollen clitoris.
“Oh yes my darling pet, my dear little sissy pet” she urged him on by opening her thighs more and arching her heavily fleshed belly to his hand. His fingers probed into the gash itself.
“Suck Aunty’s tit”. she urged him, arching as he bent his head to get his face to her large womanly orb. His mouth was really and truly hungry for her now, her hardened nipple was chewed as he suckled her.
This had not been a part of her plans at all, but now it was happening she could not control herself. She swivelled over so she straddled him, hovering above him, her fine womanly thighs wide apart and kneeling on either side of his strong, youthful hips. His long hard penis pointed straight up, the panty crotch-band forced to give way and stay to one side by the sheer force of the young man’s upthrusting organ.
Sarah had intended to wait until his wedding night for this ultimate act between him and her, between Aunty and her pet, but his marriage to Janet was not to be, not just yet, but the ache in her loins was too strong for its gratification to be delayed.
She held his fine penis in her fist as she guided it to her splayed vagina. She played the velvety head along her wet groove massaging it in the same way as she did when she masturbated him through knickers, but now it was flesh, HER flesh, and not nylon, or cotton, or silk that caressed and aroused his young manhood.
“Ohaaa… Aunty …..ooooaaaaa” he groaned as he desperately tried to arch up at her tempting fleshy entrance and gain admission, but she held him at bay….for the moment.
“Yes darling, yes” she teased him “tell Aunty what you want, tell Aunty you are her obedient pet and will do anything she tells you”.
“Oh yes Aunty dear, dear, dear I am your pet, your very own pet, and I will always do what you want, but now, please, please I want…..to… fuck you”.
“I know you dear, I know how you are feeling” she did not reveal to him that she was as hungry for his body as he was for hers. She hissed through her clenched teeth as she reached down with her other hand to part the hotly swollen lips of her opening to clear the way for his entry.
The woman hesitated for a moment. How would he be afterwards ? Would she have the same control over him ? More, maybe, he was desperate for her, to give him what he wanted would make him hungry for it again and place him more dependent on her for his pleasures. Yes, that was it, he would be even more of her pet afterwards, she was sure of it.
She allowed him to plunge upwards into her hungry nest. She was taken by surprise at the throbbiness of his tool, her husband’s had never had so much life in it, and the youth was as big, if not more robust than her husband’s. Mature as she was she felt her inner muscles resisting. Her womanly orifice was small, his male organ so large, and yet so wonderful.
“OOOOOoooooo … my God … my God” she muttered to herself as the young, but huge fleshy rod lurched up inside her tight wet twat, filling her in a way she would not have believed possible. He filled her far more satisfactorily than she had expected.
Paul raised up on his elbows to watch his thick white penis thrust up into the straddling woman’s belly, and he angled his hips so that he could drive up even more deeply and with more force. When she at last dropped right down on to his stomach he realised he was as far into her as it was humanly possible to get.
“Oh my little Paul, my Pauline, my little dear pet Pauline” she gasped, hardly knowing what she was saying in her wild delirium of lust and pleasure. She had no idea her protege would ever give her so much pleasure in this more normal fashion, never been aware of the stark masculinity of the partly feminised youth who although he loved being dressed as a girl, loved acting like a girl, was still able to satisfy a woman in this vibrant, wonderful way.
Sarah’s mind filled with thoughts of the intended marriage between the boy/girl Paul and Janet. More than ever she was so utterly determined he would never give Janet this sort of satisfaction and wonderful love-making. He would still be the victim of her plans, still her pet, and when he and Janet were one they would be ‘one’ only in the way they had already been taught. He could make love to her by sucking, by frigging, by any means other than intercourse. Ian would always be at hand to take care of Janet’s feminine desires of the flesh, Paul would be her boy/girly, she would only be allowed to masturbate him, and only though fabric of his knickers or nightgown, never nakedly, and as for doing what she and Paul were doing now Mrs Sarah Wilson was determined the act would never take place … never.
In the bedroom Janet was far from happy. She did not like being so summarily sent from the lounge by the bossy Mrs Sarah Wilson, even if she did like sleeping with the good looking Ian, she felt for Paul, he did funny things, but she loved them, he made her feel good, satisfied her even if he was always dressed as a girl when they embraced or petted. Not that Sarah allowed them to pet very often, or very intimately. It was always Ian who had the privilege of being the one to be more intimate. Now Paul had been forced to stay in the lounge with the older woman, Janet didn’t like it.
“I’ll be back in a minute Ian dear” she told her half undressed companion, “I just want to say good-night again to Paul and Mrs Wilson”.
In the doorway of the lounge the girl stopped, her hand flew to her mouth to stifle her gasp of amazement, and shock. She stood there, not believing what she saw. Mrs Sarah Wilson was straddled over Paul’s loins, riding up and down on his thick, glistening penis shaft. She was behaving like a whore, Janet had never thought of Mrs Sarah acting, or thinking, in this way, to be actually allowing the young man to enter her body !
The fully developed womanly body was twisting and writhing drawing the long stem of youthful manhood deeply into her belly, and she was loving it … and what was more, Paul was loving it too. They were so engrossed in their sexual activity they had not heard the door open, and were oblivious that they were not alone.
At the moment a mutually orgasmed climax hit woman and youth Janet ran silently from the hall back to her bedroom. if that was what Sarah and her husband-to-be could do Janet and Ian could do the same. Ian didn’t know what was in store for him when his sleeping partner returned to the sheets. It was a night he would never forget. It was a night Paul the girly/boy would never forget, and the same went for the two women, Janet and Mrs Sarah Wilson.
Several months before the wedding Paul left the Centre and moved in to live all the time, day and night, with Sarah. The scheming woman now had her pet under her constant control. He wore feminine clothing all the time and was becoming more and more addicted to it. He did not feel happy dressed as a male, only when he was in his pretties, his frillies, his panties and stockings was he happy and contented.
Janet still came to stay at week-ends and by now she had come to fully accept that her husband-to-be slept with Sarah, although she understood that she would be allowed to sleep with him after they were married.
Sarah also explained that her pet was now totally in love with his life as a girl/boy and really wanted to be called Pauline all the time. After Sarah assured the girl that Paul still loved her she accepted the bizarre Situation and soon became used to seeing her beloved dressed in skirts, dresses or slacks, with really pretty feminine underthings.
Always at the week-ends that Ian came to stay he slept with Janet and Paul always shared Sarah’s bed. The approaching wedding plans were being arranged by Sarah and she was explaining that they would live with her. Paul and Janet would have their own double bedroom with a satin covered double-bed, and they were told she wanted them both to be wearing white satin for the wedding ceremony. A white satin wedding dress for Janet and a feminine white satin trouser suit for Paul with a matching silk shirt and tie.
The wedding day soon arrived and it thrilled Sarah to see the young couple standing together for the simple wedding ceremony, with only Ian and herself as the guests. Janet looked radiant in her white gown with a white veil, and the groom looked great in his gleaming white satin suit, shirt and tie and white shoes.
After the ceremony Sarah instructed the bride and groom to kiss one another and then it was the turn of the guests to kiss and congratulate them. Ian held Janet very tightly and gave her a long, lingering kiss of passion, and Paul was treated to the same from the older woman.
“This is the last time you will need to wear anything masculine, my pet” Sarah told the blushing youth, whispering into his ear, “From now on you will only be wearing your pretty skirts, dresses and slacks and pretty, dainty underthings”.
The young couple and their two guests retired to the lounge after a really splendid wedding breakfast, prepared by out-side caterers, and it was obvious that the inexperienced couple were effected by the wedding champagne and the general excitement.
“You both look flushed and excited my pets” Sarah told them “slip your top clothes off and you will feel much more relaxed”.
Paul and his bride, now completely under her spell obeyed her words. Janet stripped down to her white satin brassiere, panties and suspender-belt and white stockings and white, high-heeled shoes. Paul stripped down to the white satin panties he wore under his trousers.
With her left hand Sarah gripped Paul around his waist while her right hand dipped down to the front of his pretty satin panties and began rubbing his cock through the superb, fine, smooth fabric. She was delighted to feel the organ begin to throb and grow as she lovingly massaged it to bring it to full erection.
Ian joined Janet and began rubbing his palms over the cups of her satin bra, and he was pleased to feel the nipples harden and the breasts to swell out to expand the material. The bride swooned in pleasure at the contact against her breasts and at the sight of her new husband’s erect penis and she began gyrating her hips.
Paul was unable to interfere with what was happening to his new bride because of Sarah’s firm hold around his waist and the fact that he didn’t want to lose the magic touch of ‘Aunty’s’ right hand that was providing him with so much pleasure. He simply lay back against the woman and watched as Ian now ran his hands all over Janet’s satin panties and eventually settled one band in between her thighs to give the lovely bride a thorough cuntal frigging.
“Slip the bridal clothes on my darling” Sarah whispered into Paul’s ear, “I know you have been longing to try them on all day”.
Paul was released from her grip and hurried over to the pile of discarded bridal clothes. He eagerly slipped his head through the white satin petticoat and smoothed the lovely material against his body. Sarah helped him put on the white satin wedding dress and then the white veil and they stood back to watch him proudly strut around the room.
Ian turned Janet round so that she could witness her groom’s dressing up in her own wedding gown and see the intense happiness on his face as he wore HER outfit.
Janet was also compelled to witness Sarah again encircling her new husband’s waist and then slipping both hands under the long skirt of the gown. The room echoed with Paul’s grunts and groans of pleasure as the smiling Sarah began to wank him beneath the wedding gown.
Janet was manoeuvred so she faced the bridegroom now being forcibly wanked by the older woman, and Ian frigged the bride more rapidly while with his free hand he guided her small, neat hand, the hand upon which her golden band gleamed, to his own erect penis. Both bride and groom were soon being fetched-off to a beautiful climax in full view of each other, and with the groom happily dressed in his bride’s outfit. It was obvious that the young couple, although married, were still under the influence of Mrs Sarah Wilson.
That evening Sarah produced special sleeping outfits she had bought for the newly weds – white satin baby-doll nighties with matching white briefs, although for this ‘first-night’ Paul was to wear a pair of satin french knickers and Janet was to put on a pair of open crotch panties. At Sarah’s command Janet and Paul donned their presents and paraded in front of Sarah and Ian.
“Soon it will be time for my two young innocent virgins in white to go to their beds” Sarah chuckled “two little sweet with so much to learn”.
She then informed them in view of their inexperience of married life Paul was to sleep with her and Janet was to share her marital bed with Ian.
The two newly-weds were to be taught the full joys of lovemaking by a companion who knew so much more than they did. Maybe later, she told them, they would be allowed to sleep together sometimes, maybe.
Paul and his bride meekly accepted the situation and were led into the bedrooms Sarah wanted them in. Secretly Paul and his bride had been worrying about their wedding night and now the wonderful Sarah, ‘Aunty’ Sarah, had solved the problem for them. It was a bizarre situation by normal standards, but Sarah’s little pets were not ‘normal’, they were trained very differently and prepared for their wedding in the way only Sarah could have planned.
In her own bedroom Sarah made Paul go down in the bed and get his face between her thighs whilst she felt down to his satin sheathed cock and fondled him once again towards an arousal that would drive him wild until his desire was satiated.
When they were both sufficiently excited she pulled Paul up on top of her and gently eased his throbbing shaft through the wide legs of the french knickers he wore. Now he was facing her his hand moved up by instinct to her large breasts, kneading them, caressing them until the full fleshy orbs expanded and were squeezed through his fingers,
Paul had never known his penis be so hard, or so aching, he wanted Sarah to hold him again, to play with him, and secretly he knew what he wanted more than anything in the whole world. This was his wedding night and he wanted to get his throbby cock inside the body of his beloved Sarah. He realised his bride was in bed with another man, in a room so very close to theirs, but he did not care. He wanted this woman, his beloved Aunty Sarah.
For her part, Sarah knew she wanted this young man’s penis for herself, this was his wedding night and she squeezed his shaft lovingly whilst caressing the head of it with the satin knickers.
The mouth that had been kissing her between her thighs was now compressed to her lips. The young groom kissed this mature woman with a passion he should have reserved for his bride, but this woman knew how to play with him, how to stroke him, how to pull at him, but if she was driving him insane with desire for her body she was also driving herself mad with the lust for him.
She threw back the bedclothing and lay back with arms outstretched, her nighty unbuttoned all the way down the front and thrown open so she was as good as nude for him.
He knelt in between her thighs, running his eager hands all over the flesh of her inner thighs, and as she arched her loins upwards and spread her legs wider the invitation was plain, even to a young man äs inexperienced as the bridegroom.
“You… you are so, … so beautiful Aunty Sarah” he moaned as his fingers found the pink curving slit of her hungry vagina. He brushed against the tip of her swollen clitoris causing her to gasp and then cry out from the sensation.
“Yes, yes my darling boy, my darling little boy/girl pet, you want to be joined to me on your wedding night don’t you ? You love wearing those french knickers of satin and the little baby-doll nighty too, eh ? And you feel so happy don’t you, I can tell how happy you are by this lovely, hard, long cocky my pet. You want to have it inside my cunt don’t you”.
She forced him up off her enough for him to be able to look down in between widely spread fleshy thighs, to the apex where her fingers were opening the soft flesh keg I’ve never known you so hard my pet” she murmured as she fondled him and massaged the head of his tool against her own vibrant sexual opening, “is it because this is your wedding night and Janet is in bed in the next room with Ian while you are in bed with me”?
“Yes, yes I think it is, but it is also these wonderful knickers you have let me wear. The french ones are my favourites you know that darling Sarah, I mean Aunty Sarah. The feel of the soft satin against my prick, it makes me feel so good, makes me want to … makes me want to … ”
She smiled at his hesitation. “I know what my pet wants” she purred “he wants to put this naughty big cockie inside me and get rid of all those nasty pent-up feelings and tensions. A man’s wedding day is always a most trying time my darling. Let Aunty make this nasty hard thing better, let me put it … oooEEEEEOOWWWWWWWWW … you … you naughty, naughty boy, you’ve pushed it into me before I said you could. But it feels so good, so terribly good my pet”.
He filled her far more than she had expected, far more than the previous time she had allowed him this way of releasing his tensions instead of being fetched off in his knickers by her nimble, experienced fingers.
He had been so eager, she gripped his waist, pinching the tight elasticated top of his french knickers against his flesh as she tried to control his hard jerky movements. He was right up inside her, she smiled to herself. If his new bride was taking as much length as this she would be a very lucky and happy girl. Strange, but a few months ago Sarah would have sworn that Ian was the better hung of the two boys, but with his constant weaning towards girl and woman’s clothing Paul seemed to have grown in his sexual equipment. He was sturdy down there, long and thick and the fully developed vagina of the older woman was well filled, filled to the point of her being aware of every muscle, every crinkle, every vein of that filling shaft pressing into her own flesh, it was a sensation she had never before encountered.
She had no idea he would be so big, Janet was welcome to Ian, this groom was the one for Sarah. She ground her pelvis to his loins.
“Give it to me darling, give it all to me” she urged him on to faster, more intense lunging, plunging jabs up there between her womanly thighs. “Give me as much precious juice as I draw from you when I play with you through your pretty panties”.
So many times she had felt the warm semen soak through the silken or nylon panties she held wrapped round his cock whilst she brought him release, now she felt the juice in a very different way. Amid his groans and grunts she felt the wetness spit at the back of her womb. He was spewing his spunk into her with a force that shook her, and the fear went through her mind that after this experience would he ever be content to return to being tossed, even if it was while he was dressed as a girl, even if it was after he had been finger-coaxed to hardness through knickers fabric? She did not know, only time would tell, for the moment all that mattered was her own rapidly approaching orgasm. Her body erupted with a climax that was the best she had ever known. His hot fluid filled her and mingled with her own liquids of lust as her boy/girl pet, on his wedding night, gave her his very soul out through the eye of his fine penis. No bride, and certainly no Mistress or Aunty, could wish for more.
Each in their own way, the youthful bride-groom and the mature, lush woman of his dreams, enjoyed this unbelievably satisfying experience to the full.
Tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow she would again resume his training to be a completely feminised boy/girl, under her own personal control, in the same way his bride would also belong to ‘Aunt’ Sarah.
She thrilled to the prospect. She lay cradling in her arms the young man who had been brought so cleverly, and gradually into her web, from where he would never be able to escape.
But the escapades of the wedding night were not yet over. Not by a long way.
“Let’s go and see how your bride is enjoying her wedding night darling” she told Paul as she gathered herself together and dragged him from the bed.
The groom’s second orgasm on his wedding night was not as violent, or as plentiful as the first, but it was more prolonged, and in a way, more lasting and satisfying:
While watching his bride in the wild throes of orgasm with Ian Paul was slowly and tantalisingly masturbated through his french knickers by the experienced fingers of ‘Aunty’ Sarah.
It was more than two weeks before Sarah relented and allowed the bride and groom to share a bed, and even then it was Sarah who controlled the activities.
She positioned Paul and Janet side by side on the marital bed, facing one another.
“Prepare the bride my darling” she told Paul as she guided his shaking hand down between the girl’s thighs. “Come on don’t be a silly billy, you know what I like you doing to me. Do the same to your Janet, after all, she IS your wife now”.
As soon as he had got his fingering into some sort of rhythm Sarah started to slowly wank him through his nylon panties. She had dressed him in a scarlet, flowing nylon nightgown, one that opened easily at the front so she could get her hands to his knickered sexual parts. His panties matched the nightgown, scarlet, silky and very sexy and fetching.
For several minutes all that could be heard in the bedroom was the soft, wet squelching sound of Janet’s pussy being fingered, and the soft sensuous rustle of nylon as Sarah masturbated the young groom, her hand always OUTSIDE the knickers. The young couple became excited, they breathed heavily, and now Sarah considered they were both worked up enough, primed for further sex with each other. She eased the very hard and swollen male member from the nylon encasement. It was good and hard, it was good and throbby, it was good and ready.
She manoeuvred Paul over on top of his bride and with her own hands guided his shaft into the waiting, welcoming passion hole between Janet’s lovely legs.
The older woman knelt on the bed close to the coupled young partners and gripping Paul’s panty clad hips she began forcibly pulling and pushing him up and down so it was she who controlled the speed and the ferocity of the love-making.
She knew both bride and groom were crazy to have their release, crazy to be brought to their mutual orgasm. After all they had waited over two weeks to be brought together like this as husband and wife.
Sarah smiled down at them, they were so eager, so inexperienced, Paul in his pretty and dainty feminine panties. Janet anxious only for her climax, not caring what her husband wore, what he thought, what he did, only that he brought her off with that fine penis which was so well thrust up inside her.
“Slip your hands up under Paul’s nighty dear” she told the girl “and grip his sweet hips. Isn’t it good to feel the tight waist of the panties, the elastic grips him doesn’t it. Feel the material Janet dear, rub the soft nylon against his flesh, he likes that, and it will make him a much better lover for you”.
She turned her attention to Paul. “Dearest pet, my darling boy/girl, the lovely soft nylon panties are making you feel so excited aren’t they. They are making you so eager for your wife, eh, my pet”?
It wasn’t long before the young married couple were groaning and swooning with pleasure and as they both looked up they saw an expression of total dominance and success on the grinning woman’s face.
Aunty Sarah was the person who had brought them together, Aunty was the woman who controlled them, all their sexual actions, all their feelings. She had been responsible for bringing them so much pleasure, she had made their lives worth the living, and they instinctively realised that they would both be content to stay with her for ever, to spend their married life with her, making love in the strange ways she had taught them. Paul, dressed as a girl and constantly wanked through his panties. Janet sharing her body with the virile Ian. And all the time Sarah would be supervising them …
Suddenly the couple reached their mutual peaks. A shattering climax made them cling to one another and at the same time made them adore their Aunty all the more for this spanking, splendid feeling they now enjoyed.
As she drew the copulated couple apart she patted their bellies in a most intimate and yet loving way. “That was worth waiting for wasn’t it my little pets”?