Date: Fri, 07 May 2004 08:24:45 +1000
From: yengo@tpg.com.au
Subject: Belle Chs 1 to 15 (complete) [TG]

                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 1

Robert and I had been going out for about six months and in that time our
comfort level with each other had grown enormously.

For some time, whenever we were together, I had him walking around our
respective apartments naked; I was always fully dressed. I was also
training him I use the word advisedly; do something and you get a reward I
was training him for my pleasure; there was, obviously pleasure for him,
but the ultimate goal was my pleasure. Selfish? You bet.

Our days usually started the same way: After I was dressed I had him lie,
naked, on the bed.  Sometimes I tied him to the bed-head, sometimes not. It
depended on what I was going to do. I'd stroke him, then, when he was fully
aroused and close to coming, I'd stop. Then I'd ask him to do something I
knew he'd do and I'd start stroking again. When he was again close to
coming, once again I would stop. Then I'd ask him to do something I doubted
if he'd do; maybe clean the inside of the stove. When he said 'No' I'd say:
"Wrong answer. Play time is over. Time for work. But we'll do this again
tomorrow morning if you like." He always 'liked', hoping I suppose, that
the next time he'd get it right. The following morning, with me stroking
and then stopping, and with him expecting me to ask him to do the thing he
refused to do previously, I'd ask him to do something different; this time
maybe wash my dirty undies. And once again the same thing would happen:
mostly he would say 'No' and so playtime was over. But gradually he got the
message: 'Yes' and he comes, 'No' and he doesn't.  Sometimes I wouldn't
stroke his penis, I'd play with his testicles. Then, when he'd been
groaning for maybe ten minutes, I'd stroke him once or twice. "Want to
come?"

"God, yes".

"Well then.... I want you to...." and I'd tell him what I wanted him to
do. If he said no, this time, instead of saying "Playtime's over" I'd start
working on his testicles again. But eventually, sometimes, playtime would
be over. Until, of course, he learned that 'Yes' and he climaxed, 'No' and
he didn't.

There was also one other major incentive: I also used him for my
pleasure. Please me enough and he can come. This means when we have sex, he
can't come until I've climaxed three or four or five or more times and with
his tongue and his penis. The number of times I climax varies; I don't tell
him, just say 'More'. And even when I'm exhausted and can't come anymore,
mostly I still won't let him come. "I'm too exhausted to do you" I'll
say. Sometimes when I do let him come, I stop stroking on his first squirt
so he comes, but not completely. It's amazing what he'll do, and how fast,
on the chance I might let him come. He's a good boy, and getting better.

I had also trained him to wear a ball stretcher and weights and each week I
increased the weight. He could now carry, quite comfortably, almost a
pound. His reward? The more he carries, the more likely I might let him
come.

He was also bald, devoid of all body hair, including his genitals. Naked
and bald gave me free access to his bits to stroke and fondle as and when I
wished. So smoooooth. That, plus the weights hanging from the ball
stretcher and the denial meant he was always aroused. He didn't get to
climax that often, perhaps once a week to ten days, but the times in
between were, for me, heaven because if I wanted him to lick my feet he
would, give me a massage he would, go down on me he would because each time
I would play with him and he would think that this time.... this time would
be his time. Do something for me and you get a reward.  I called it
'Pleasure and Denial'. You can imagine what he called it!

He also had to wear the stretcher and weights all day every day, except
when I said he could take them off. That meant to and from and at work. I'm
sure some of the women he worked with could tell how aroused he was and
flirted outrageously with him, just to keep him on the brink.

I was particularly aware of this now, because I was, as usual, fully
dressed and Robert, fully naked, was tied to the bed. He wasn't, this time,
wearing his stretcher or weights and I had been caressing his chest and
legs. I had then changed to whipping his penis and testicles with a small
ball whip I had made from shoe laces. The little plastic ends I had left on
the laces gave that little extra bit of 'ouch'.  Whenever I used the whip
Robert's penis seemed was it my imagination?  just a little bit bigger,
just a little bit harder. Whenever I captured it fully in my hand it felt
like a length of wood or steel.  Now he was moaning quite loudly what would
the neighbours think?  and his penis was leaking quite amazingly. Just the
way I liked my men; naked, erect and leaking profusely.

He had been begging me for some time to let him come but each time he
suggested it I said "Not yet.  You're not ready."

"Yes I am" he'd say and I'd ignore him and continue enjoying myself with
his body and helping him enjoy himself too. Well, partly enjoy
himself. Then finally I relented.

"Want to come?"

"God, yes."

"OK. I'll untie one hand and you can do it yourself. But you have to come
by massaging your balls.  You can't stroke yourself."

"OK. I don't care how I come as long as I come."

So I undid his left hand, his weakest hand, and sat back and watched. It
wasn't long before I had removed my panties and was masturbating as I
watched him stroking his balls.

"Coming yet?" I asked.

"Sssoooooooonnnn" and continued working his balls with his left hand.

And then in a little while:

"Rob."

"Mmmm?"

"Some of my girlfriends want to meet you so I'm having a luncheon here next
Saturday and we'd like you to come. Would you like that?"

"Mmmmmm? Yeeesss."

"Oh, good".

And it was good, because, although he didn't yet know it, as well as
'coming' to the lunch, he'd also be 'coming' as he was now trying to do.

And then a little later:

"Rob."

"Mmmmm?"

"It looks like you're not going to come so stop playing with yourself and
start playing with me."

"Oh."

"What do you mean 'Oh'?"

"Wha... Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean I didn't want to play with you, I meant I
wanted to continue playing with me."

"Well, like I said, it looks like you're not going to come. If you were,
you would have by now.  Wouldn't you?"

A long pause then "Yes. I guess so."

"Well, then..."

And quickly I undressed and climbed onto the bed and climbed onto his
enthusiasm and together we raced to the finish line, first him leading,
then me catching up and passing him then he catching me and then, this
time, together
we.... ugh.... ugh.... we.... ugh.... we.... we.... we...finished....toge-e-e-
etheeeer ..... uuhhuuuhhhhmmmm.

Later, snuggled together recovering, I asked him if he was OK about coming
to the luncheon.

"Oh, sure. Why?"

"Well, you'll be the only guy there."

"Oh."

"But you'll have fun. The girls want to meet you but usually whenever one
of us has a birthday we all get together and the girl who's got the newest
boyfriend gets to invite him. He's always the only guy.  It's a sort of
'trial by girl'. If you can relax in a group of maybe ten girls and enjoy
yourself then you're accepted into the group. And by the girl who invites
you. And the rules say that if the guy refuses to go to the lunch, then the
relationship he has with the girl has to stop. In other words if he
refuses, it's all over."

"Well, if you put it like that I can hardly refuse, can I?"

"Oh, well there's one more thing. You have to be naked."

"Excuse me?" and he turned his head and looked at me.

"The girls will be dressed but you will be naked. N-A-K-E-D. Naked. No
clothes. It's called CFNM.  Clothed female or females, naked male. What
happens when a group of females go to see male strippers. We're clothed and
the guys are naked. Just like we've been since we met. Me clothed, you
naked. You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you? Showing everything you've got to a
group of girls? Most guys would jump at the chance."

"Well, I er.... It's just that I got a bit of a surprise, that's all. But
yes, I - er - I'd like to come... er...  go... er.... be there.... er
....whatever."

"Oh good" I said again and because I was still horny, started, once again,
to see how much I could get him to grow. As it turned out, quite a
lot.... and for quite some time. This time he didn't come. Can't be happy
all the time, can you?


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 2

The following Saturday, as we prepared for the luncheon, Robert, was, as
usual, naked and erect, and hadn't yet shaved and showered. I had sent him
during the week for a full body wax including a Brazilian. He'd been having
a wax ever since I met him and so I had organised the luncheon so that it
followed his next wax. And he felt so smooooth. Everywhere.

"I want the girls to see what I've got to play with" I said as I gave him a
stroke. "Let them see everything you've got, nothing hidden by hair. Make
them jealous" I told him. He smiled with embarrassment and, I am sure, with
pride. It's not every day that a guy's girlfriend wants to show of his
dangly bits to her girlfriends.

As the time grew nearer I could see that Robert was nervous.

"Don't worry. It's just a group of girls. Well, young women. They've all
seen naked men before.  Although some of them may not have seen anyone
quite as large as you" and I squeezed his balls.  "Now, I'll finish off
here, you go and shave and shower and don't dress! Oh, and put on some of
that new body spray I bought you."

The girls started to arrive while Robert was showering and when he appeared
there was a sudden silence. I could see he was embarrassed so I quickly
went to his side. "Ladies" I said, suddenly embarrassed too. "This is
Robert.... and this is his friend.... and these are his friends friends"
and I cupped his penis and lifted it for the girls to see his balls. "I
guess you'll all get to know each other over lunch".

Robert looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Don't worry" I
whispered. "Enjoy. Now...." I said turning to the group, ".... can we get
you anything?"

There was a sudden burst of laughter and everyone relaxed. "I'll have what
you just had" someone said and there was more laughter. Even Robert
laughed.

As he and I worked the room, passing out drinks and appetisers, I watched
Robert as first one, then others of the women introduced themselves and
then said something like "And I'm very glad to meet your friend and your
friends friends" as they stroked his penis and testicles. And he was very,
very errect. There wasn't a lot he could do because he was handing out
drinks to our guests and his hands were full. I could see he was quite
amazed at how, um... friendly.... these women were.

It wasn't very long before Robert had relaxed although his penis was and
leading him from hand to hand around the room. As he passed me he was
breathing hard and I asked him if he was enjoying himself.

"God, yes. But with all this handling, I don't know how long I'll
last. Don't they know what they're doing to me?"

I grinned. "Of course they do. You're not the first guy to some to one of
our luncheons, you know. But don't worry. They'll control you. You won't
come until they're ready".

"Wha???"

"Enjoy" I said and had my own feel of his erection and walked off before he
could question me further. My, but he was hard.

"Time for lunch, girls" I said. "Sit anywhere while Robert and I get
lunch".

As we served, the girls reached out and stroked Robert's penis or cupped
his balls as he passed by. I noticed he had been dripping for some time and
had been waiting for a reaction from one of the girls.  It was Angela who,
as she stroked the end of Robert's penis said "Lean over" and as he bent
over put her thumb in front of his mouth and said "Lick". As he did, she
said "Stay there" and her hand returned to his penis then returned to his
mouth with more of his juice. This time he didn't need to be told and I
watched, amazed, as he almost swallowed her thumb in his desire to get some
of his own liquid. "No more at the moment...." Angela said ".... but
there'll be more in a moment. Someone else will feed you". And she turned
away from him to talk to one of the others.

When Robert and I finally sat for our own lunch I noticed that the two
women on either side of him were enjoying him; one I knew was very slowly
stroking his penis, the other squeezing his balls, and none too gently I
hoped. Other than handling him they were ignoring him, talking to others
around the table, leaving Robert to try and have a conversation with Brenda
who was sitting opposite him. I could see it wasn't easy for him because,
by now, he was extremely aroused, and was still being fed his own juice. If
I didn't know he was being controlled by experts, I would have wondered how
much longer he could last. But I knew all afternoon, if the girls wanted
it.

And then it was time for the birthday cake. After the candles were blown
out, Robert and I stood, me lightly stroking his penis, in the middle of
the room, leading the singing of "Happy Birthday". When it was over I said
"And now, Jane, it's time for your birthday gift".

I could feel Robert look around, looking for the gift we were giving Jane.

As she walked toward us I said "Happy birthday, Jane from all of us, but
especially from me. I'm sure he's ready, so enjoy". And I took her hand and
placed it on Robert's penis as everyone applauded. "Go girl. Let's see what
you can do"..... and.... "Let's see how far you can get him to shoot...."
and.... I heard Robert, very quietly, say "What?"

As she knelt in front of him I heard Robert whimper and thought I heard him
say "Oh, yes, please. Get me off" but I wasn't sure but then I saw Jane
look up and smile at him and I heard her say "Soon. But not too soon. I
want to enjoy myself too. It is my birthday and I want to enjoy my gift".

As she started to stroke his penis and testicles others in the room moved
to get a better view. I was a little jealous of another woman handling
Robert but I recalled my own birthday just before I met Robert and the
situation was almost identical I think it was Barbara's boyfriend.

I noticed Jane had stopped stroking Robert's penis and was concentrating on
his testicles. She had started stroking them much as Robert stroked my
breasts but now she had made a circle with her thumb and forefinger around
his scrotum at the top of his balls and was pulling down. Hard. And
squeezing at the same time. Then releasing, then pulling. I thought she was
trying to pull his scrotum and balls from his body she was pulling so hard
but Robert was taking it, so if he was hurting he was enjoying the
pain. And then she stopped pulling and started slapping them, from the back
to the front then, as they stopped swinging, she'd hit them again, not hard
but hard enough for me to see Rob wince each time she hit him. And then she
was pulling his balls again, and as she continued to pull his balls, now
she stroked his penis, once, twice then stopped but didn't change her pace
on his balls. And then again on his penis, staying this time just a little
longer then again stopping and again slapping his testicles.

There was absolute silence from the group around the table as they watched
the tableau in front of them, watched as Jane alternated between slapping
and puling on Robert's balls then occasionally stroked his penis. He was
starting to move now, his penis searching for a hand or a mouth or a pussy
to help him get off and I could tell Jane was herself starting to get
aroused. As were we all. There would be some interesting times tonight, I
thought.

And now she was working continuously on his penis while she worked on his
balls, but her hand on his penis was slow, prolonging Robert's pleasure
and, I am sure, the pleasure Jane was getting from working Robert as she
was.

Then she was repositioning herself, moving to Robert's side and I knew she
was getting ready for the finale, the climax to the show and Robert's own
climax. She wanted to give the girls the best view possible and she didn't
want any of Robert's juices on her dress. And now the girls had started a
chant "Get him off. Let's see him shoot. Get him off. Let's see him
shoot. Get him......"

And now her hand was moving faster, faster and Robert was moving to her
hand and his breathing was heavy and Jane continued to stroke and Robert
was moving faster and Jane was faster and now he was coming, he was
spurting, he was everywhere, my how he came and the girls were applauding,
clapping, shouting "Well done" and "Happy Birthday" and still he spurted,
still he erupted and still she stroked but slower now as he stopped
spurting and slower she stroked and finally she stopped and then she raised
her hand which was covered in Robert's cream to his mouth and said "Lick me
clean" and he did and she got some more from his penis and said "Lick" and
he did and she continued and he continued until it was all gone.


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 3

Later that afternoon, after the girls had gone, I took Robert to the
bedroom. "I'm so bloody horny from watching you this afternoon, now it's my
turn" I said. Amazingly he was hard much more quickly than I thought he
would be and I must confess I lasted not long at all. Then not very long
after that we started again and again amazingly Robert was hard but this
time we took longer and it was wonderful as, with Robert, it always had
been.

As we lay together recovering, my thoughts returned to the afternoon and my
seeing Angela, then later Jane getting Robert to take his juices from their
hands. I had not tried that with Robert although I had with all my other
boyfriends. As I thought of the afternoon, I realised I had the solution to
my problem.

I has been trying, ever since I met Robert, to work out how to get him into
a dress. In the past it had been relatively easy. With Robert I couldn't
work out the best way. Now I knew. He liked semen so get him used to having
it all the time and the rest would follow. Now I had resolved my dilemma, I
was asleep very quickly, quite relaxed.


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 4

I first met Robert one Friday night when my girlfriends and I met for
drinks after work. Usually it was just us girls; very occasionally one or
other of us would bring a guy from work or a brother or cousin.  Once
someone brought an old boyfriend - he was grabbed by one of the other girls
in about two seconds. "All that meat and no potato" one of the girls said.

But this night it was the culmination of what had been going on for two or
three weeks; eyes across a crowded room, neither one prepared to make the
first move for fear of rejection.

First impressions can sometimes be deceiving, but in this case I didn't
think they would be. He seemed to be everything I looked for in a man:
barefoot we'd both be about the same height, sleight, high cheekbones,
smooth delicate skin and thick and luxuriant hair that could be styled in
oh, so many ways.

Sue-Ellen, one of my girlfriends saw where I was looking and who was
looking back and said "He might be just right for you, Jen. Someone you
can.... mould." And she gave me a big grin. She knows how I like my men. In
a dress.

"He looks familiar. Do I know him?" I asked.

"Mmmm. Don't think so unless you count looking at him, no, staring at him
for the past few weeks as knowing him. But you probably do want to know
him. If you get my drift." and she raised an eyebrow. "Could be
interesting...." And she grinned again.

I wasn't impressed. In the past whenever one of my girlfriends has tried to
get me together with some guy it hasn't worked, I think mainly because the
guy thinks the girl is desperate and, therefore, he's on a promise. Maybe
with some girls, but most definitely not with me. I like to choose
carefully, and I'm very choosey.

But this time there was.... something.... So I thought "Why not?" and
timing it so that as he was going to the bar I bumped into him and "Gee,
I'm sorry..."  "No, I'm sorry...  "No, I'm..." and

"Don't I know you?" we both said together then "No, but I'd like to" and
then realised what we'd said and he said "What's the corniest pick-up line
anyone's handed you?"

"That one" and we laughed and then he said "Let me get these back to the
guys then.... will you let me buy you a drink?"

And of course I did. And that's how I met Robert. Sue-Ellen was right. I
thought Robert was delightful and yes, someone I could most definitely
mould. We danced and he took me home and he kissed me on the cheek and he
said, almost shyly "I had a wonderful night.... with you. I
wonder.... could we do it again?"

So we did. And now, six months later I had been seeing more and more of him
more and more frequently and more and more of his body yum but I hadn't
been able to figure out how to get him into a dress. All my usual ploys
didn't seem at all appropriate and I was beginning to think he would be my
first failure. I wasn't at all impressed with the thought of that, because
I had been converting my boyfriends into my girlfriends for some time maybe
four or five years. On each occasion that had happened our relationship had
blossomed; there seemed to be so much more warmth between us once he had
started wearing a dress and I had helped him to become more and more
feminine and, well, womanly. He'd dress in a dress more and more regularly,
then live with me full-time as a woman, and, on some occasions change work
location so he could work full time as a woman then, sometime during our
relationship, my "girlfriend" would meet a guy and, well, for us it would
be over but for them.... And so we'd break up and he would continue to live
as a woman, and have boyfriends, and....  I sometimes wondered why I
bothered teaching them to become the beautiful women they did when I knew
I'd probably lose them to some.... stud.

But the most amazing thing for me was that when we first met there was no
way any of my then boyfriends would have considered wearing a dress, then
becoming more female and then, finally, having a male lover. Now, as women,
all they thought about was cock; long, short, thin, fat, it didn't matter
as long as it was cock - and the cream, that wonderful, wonderful cream
that came out of it.  Most couldn't get enough.

And so I was frustrated: not sexually our sex life was fantastic but
emotionally. Why couldn't I figure how to get Robert into a dress? Although
I realised I would probably lose him too, it became a challenge to get him
into a dress.

And now, finally, the solution. In the past I had got my men into dresses
then trained them to become women and then, as night follows day,
interested in cock and the cream that comes out of it. This time I would
try it in the reverse: get Robert interested in the cream then get him into
a dress.


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 5

The following morning, we were both still aroused, me from watching Jane
enjoy herself with Robert, Robert from enjoying himself at Jane's hands and
each of us, last night, enjoying each other so we went at it again. When we
were finished we were both pretty exhausted and the smell of sex - his
semen and my pussy juices - filled the room. I wanted him inside me again
he felt so gooooood so I flicked on a porn video we had started watching
some several days earlier.

The situation - I hesitate to call it a story - ended and another one
started, this one with two guys.  Funny about that! And then I noticed his
dick starting to strengthen and rise. I was nowhere near it and he wasn't
playing with himself; he was still tied to the bed-head.

"Like what you see?"

"What do you mean?"

"The two guys on the screen".

"Why do you think I'd be interested in what they're doing?"

"By what your dick's doing".

And he looked down. And groaned.

"So are you interested?" I asked him as I started lightly stroking.

"You mean you stroking me?"

"No, I know you're always interested in me stroking you. What I was
wondering is do you like watching what they're doing. I think you must be
interested because this little fella started getting to be this big
fella. And without me touching you."

"Well.... most guys don't really think about two guys getting each other
off . What about you? Do you think of other women?"

"Do you mean have I ever fantasised about being with another woman?"

"Yes."

"Of course I have. I haven't done it, but I think it would be cool. Going
down on her, having her going down on me. But she'd have to be bald "

"Like you "

"Like me either shaven but preferably waxed, like me you know, a
Brazilian. Shaven would be OK, but a bit bristly. Actually, when I first
decided I wanted to be bald I shaved and the sensation from the shaving
brush on my clit was what can I tell you? Absolutely fan-bloody-tastic!
Mmmmm.  But I had to shave too often so I decided to have a wax. But what
about you? What about after sport, in the showers, in the change
room. Don't you guys check each other out? Compare sizes? See if you like
what you see?"

"God no. If we got caught checking out some guys dick there'd be hell to
play."

"Especially if you saw something you liked! But what about here, at
home. What do you think about those guys? Well hung? Nice meat? Close your
eyes and fantasise."

He looked at me strangely.

"C'mon. Close your eyes while I stroke you."

"Well...."

And a little later: "Like to have one of those dicks in your hands?
Stroking it? Like I'm stroking you?"

"Well...."

"Don't be shy, Robert. What do you think? If you were a woman would you
want to play with one of those dicks? Or both? Or suck one of them? Or
both?"

Long pause, then, hesitantly, "I don't know. Maybe. Probably."

"Tell me which one you like best. Which one you turns you on?"

I hadn't stopped lightly stroking him and he was now starting to moan
lightly, and then, finally, he closed his eyes.

"Um.... well they both do."

"Imagine you're a woman and tell me what you like about them."

"Well.... they're just so, I don't know.... so big, and they look like
they'd feel good in my hands and if I had one in my mouth it'd fill me up
and his balls, so full and heavy.... he looks as if he could last all night
and give me so much....oh, God, he feels so good.... oh you feel so good,
so big, so hard, and what you're doing to me..... "

I don't think he realised what he had just said and I wasn't about to break
the mood and tell him. And then he said "Oh, God, let me suck you" so I put
my finger in his mouth.

He inhaled it, devoured it then, muffled, I heard "Oh, thank you" and he
started moving his lips on my finger.

As I untied one hand he said "Your balls feel so good, so big, so full."

"Lick the end of my dick" I whispered, then as he licked the end of my
finger I said "Now underneath.... now take it all in your mouth.... now
really work it.... your lover wants to come.... but you don't want him to
come yet.... because you like the taste of his dick.... it's so big and
strong.... it fills you up.... it's so big and wonderful you want it inside
you.... you want it fucking you....but you also want him to come in your
mouth....you're really looking forward to him coming.... and when he does
you'll swallow everything he gives you.... now he's moving in your mouth
faster and faster ....you won't be able to control him.... you can't
control him.... he's coming, he's coming..." and all the while I was
stroking Robert and as he came I collected his semen and fed it to him and
said "Swallow his come" and put my finger in his mouth and he licked it
clean and I continued to stroke him and feed him and then he was spent, he
was exhausted and all his come was gone.

Later, when were once again relaxing, this time on the verandah outside,
he, more than a little embarrassed, me snuggling up as close as I could to
him so he would realise I wasn't turned off, I said "You know, that was one
of the most erotic things I've ever heard you say or seen you do. You
talking about being with another guy. And sucking your lover's penis well,
my finger. It made me so horny, so wet. Just listening to you, I wanted you
inside me, but I didn't want to spoil the mood. You were just, I don't
know, loving it! Weren't you? Loving it? You must have been. God, I envied
you the past half hour or so. Sucking his penis. I wanted to suck you but I
didn't want to spoil it for you by moving. We've got to do that
again. Please? Can we do that again? Would you like to be with.... who was
it.... Would you like to be with him again? What do you think?"

There was a long pause while he thought about that then an embarrassed grin
and, hesitantly "Yeah.  That'd be good. But... I thought you'd kick me
out. You know, for saying all that stuff, for, um, sucking
your.... finger." A long pause then "I have no idea where that came
from. I'd always thought being with a guy would be gross, but now.... maybe
not."

"Oh good" I said.

"What?"

"I mean good that you're OK with that fantasy and good you're OK with
having another session like that one."

There was a long pause, then he said "I think I'd like that... I mean.... I
would, I would like that.  Fantasize like that again." And this time his
grin was broader, more relaxed.

"What if I look on the internet over the next few days and see if I can
find some pics of dicks and then we can look at them and you can tell me
which one you like and what you'd do to it."

He looked at me then said "You're really getting into this, aren't you?"

'If you only knew' I thought and said "Well, it is only a fantasy, isn't
it? It's your fantasy as to what you and Paul are doing and it's my fantasy
seeing you with another guy. I know I didn't really.... see you,
but.... hearing you talk about another guy.... God, that was so sexy. It
made me soooo wet.  So, yes, I guess you could say I was getting into
it. So.... what do you think? Would you like me to look on the internet?"

He looked at me and grinned. "Why not?" he said.


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 6

The next few times we spoke on the phone almost the first thing he'd say to
me was "Seen any good pics on the net yet?"

I had, but I said "No, not yet. Plenty of pics, but not what I think you'd
enjoy." He'd laugh or sigh but invariably he'd say "Well, you will keep
looking, won't you?"

"Oh, yes, I will keep looking. I want to see them as much as you but
probably for a different reason."

I had, in fact, found several excellent web sites, one of which also had
images of transsexuals God they were beautiful but I wanted to build
anticipation in Robert so that, when the time came, he would be much
more.... pliable.

The following weekend, that is, the weekend after his foray into, shall we
say, alternative sex, was just as good as it had always been but I
controlled our sex so that there were no unusual fantasies and so I could
enjoy his dick. Every time he brought up the subject, I told him I hadn't
had as much time as I thought I would have, but next week "I'll be able to
spend more time looking" and he seemed happy with that.

I did continue looking and by the time the next weekend came, I had a lot
of sites, but only two, maybe three, I really wanted to show him. One site
had a couple of pics of transsexuals absolutely gorgeous transsexual women
with beautiful figures and beautiful cocks which I planned to slip in
accidentally "Oh, sorry Robert, I don't know how that got in there" and see
his reaction.

I didn't tell him I was masturbating to the dick pics, imagining them
inside me, having my own very private fantasy; that would have been too
cruel.

Then finally we were in front of the computer, me dressed and, as usual,
Robert naked. "Ready?" I asked.

"What do you think?"

"I know you're ready for sex. What I meant was: Are you ready to look at
the pictures I've marked?"  and clicked on the first site. Like all the
others, it featured cocks, long, short, thin, fat, cut, uncut and all
un-mistakenly hard.

"What do you think?"

Suddenly he was shy.

"I... ahhh...."

"What about that one? Would you like to handle it, help it come?"

"Ahhh..."

"Well, my sweet. If I didn't have yours to play with, I could certainly
handle that one. In fact.... I think you do like that one too, because
guess what..." and I flicked his erection. "I think I'd better do something
with those hands otherwise you're going to want to handle yourself and
tonight, my love, that's just not on" and with that I tied his hands
together behind the chair. "Now, let's see how hard you can get, just
looking at all those beautiful dicks. And they are beautiful, aren't they?"
And I gave his balls and cock a light tease.

"I wouldn't.... say they were.... beautiful" he said, and he seemed to have
some difficulty speaking "....but there is.... something about them."

"Yes" I whispered, coming close to his ear, "they're waiting for your
mouth. Wouldn't you like to have one of them teasing you?, being rubbed
over your lips and just when you try to swallow it, your lover takes it
away from you? Oh... look... What... girls with co... I mean.... guys with
breasts. My God. They're beautiful. Aren't they beautiful?"

There was silence then he said "Yes. Yes, they are. If you hid their dicks
you'd think they really were women. They're fantastic."

>From his movements I could see his obvious excitement. "How would you like
to be making love to one of those women?" I asked as I started to lightly
stroke his penis.

"I... ah... it would be.... interesting."

"What would you do? Would you stroke and suck their breasts?" I asked as I
continued to stroke his penis.

"I.... ah.... yes.... I would."

"Would you stroke and suck their pe... I guess they call them their
clits. Would you suck and stroke their clits?"

"I... ah... yes... I would."

 "Would you like me to suck your clit?" I asked as I scratched his nipple
with a finger nail. "Silly question. Of course you'd like me to suck your
clit. So if you do a good job with the girls on the
screen.... we.... both.... might.... get.... lucky!"

His eyes lit up at that and suddenly there was more enthusiasm. As he
described what he'd do with each of the transsexuals I noticed he seemed to
be getting harder and harder. I had stopped touching him, but he had
started to leak. God, I love that in a man, the visible sign of his
enjoyment. As he continued his description of his actions I started to rub
his glans with his juice. He felt on fire, and his breathing was becoming
ragged but still he continued describing what he'd do if he had the
opportunity.

It seemed to me that a little encouragement wouldn't go astray so I
whispered "Why don't we go and lie on the bed and you can really enjoy
yourself"and as we moved to the bed I whispered "I think you're wonderful
the way you're sucking those dicks just to please me. I'd love to see you
sucking a real one, but I don't suppose you'd do that for me would you?
Would you? Would you suck a real dick for me? If I could find a dick for
you, would you suck it for me? Suck it off? So it came in your mouth? Oh
God, just thinking of you with a dick in your mouth makes me so wet. Oh, I
think when we do this again I shall call you.... what's a gentle girls
name.... I know, what about.... Belle. Because you'll ring their
chimes. And you'll be my girl. Will you be my girl?"

Vigorous head nodding from Robert as he whispered "Yes, oh yes" and then,
gradually, it was a repeat of the weekend a fortnight ago, and as he sucked
my finger and I sucked his penis and then very slowly stroked him to climax
he said "Please come in my mouth.... Paul? Don't take it out. Come in my
mouth. Please?" and as he came, once again I fed him and as I fed him, his
head was up, waiting for his next mouthful, and once again I fed him every
drop I could find.


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 7

"It's so good you like your semen" I said to Robert the following morning
"because you need to get used to it. Last night you said you'd be my girl,
my beautiful Belle, so from now on, every time you climax you'll have to
swallow, just like a girl would. Actually.... maybe not every time because
I'll want some too. But certainly whenever I don't want it you will have
it." And I emphasised 'will'.

"That's great." he said. "If I'm going to suck cock like I did last night
and last week.... I could get used to it. In fact.... women swallow... you
do... so I don't see any problem. The more I come the more I swallow. Yum."
And he grinned.

"Well, actually.... I've been thinking. If you get aroused but don't come,
think how much more of your juice you'll have when you do come. Next time
you suck, I think you should look at those cocks and imagine what you'll do
and I'll play with you but from now on no coming until I tell you you can."

"More come to drink if I don't come so often? Great." Pity for him he
didn't realise what he'd agreed to.

After breakfast I planted Robert in front of the computer, tied his hands
behind him and this time plugged into a site with two guys going at it hard
and fast.

"God you're a slut" I told him. "What's it feel like to be a slut?"

He didn't answer me, his eyed unwavering on the screen. And, once again, an
erection with no one touching it. Was it bigger than before? I couldn't be
sure, but I thought it was.

Later, after I played with him and he sucked my finger and he wanted to
come my, how he wanted to come, but didn't I told him how proud I was of
him.

"There is one thing you need to know" I said. "Actually you probably
already know it, but don't realise you know but sucking cock isn't about
how good you feel with a cock in your mouth.... well, it is, but it's also
about how good you make the cock feel. How long you can make the cock last
before it comes. And then, and only then do you get your reward.... a
lovely mouthful of your lover's come. And to take every drop, you can't
waste even one drop. If you are worshipping your lovers dick, you must
enjoy, must savour every drop. Even if you have to stay on him for half an
hour after he climaxes."

"Yeah, I've been thinking of that, and I reckon I could make you last
forever" he said.

"Soon you will get your chance to show me" I said, realising he still
thought he was just going to suck off my finger. Poor silly boy.


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 8

The following weekend Robert was extremely eager to start and when we were
ready once again he undressed, me not I told him to sit on the edge of the
bed, not in front of the computer.

"We've reached the next part of your training" I told him. "You have to
learn to deep throat" and with that I produced a dildo from my
drawer. "There's a lot of different types, different sizes and shapes and
some have balls, like this one, and some don't. I use this myself when
you're not around" I told him which seemed to me to be much better than
saying "I've just bought this to train you to take it all."

"Will you show me what to do?" he asked.

"Well, why don't you see how you go. You know what you like me to do to
you, so why don't you do that to your new best friend?"

"This is so embarrassing" he said. "You girls seem to know just what to
do.... it just comes naturally, but... this.... this is my first time. Can
you give me some clues?"

"Well.... hold it like this.... and stroke it like this.... don't forget
the balls.... and then.... kiss it like this.... then lick it underneath
like this then put it in your mouth like this.....don't try and take it all
at once.... this is your first time so just take your time.... enjoy,
really enjoy, love what you're doing.... to Paul.... and before you know
what's happening you'll be able to take it all."

I noticed he was watching avidly as I demonstrated and when I gave him the
dildo he copied me almost perfectly, so much so he was lying down and
sucking on it with his eyes closed in about two seconds.

"Taste nice? I eventually asked him.

"Mmmmm yes" he said. "I love it. Why didn't we do this months ago?
Mmmmmm?.... What's a real one like? Mmmmmm?.....Can I have a real one?"

'Why didn't we do this months ago? Good question' I thought as I watched
him swallow the dildo.  And as I teased him, he became even more
enthusiastic as he sucked and moaned.

"A real one? Do you want a real one? Does my beautiful Belle really want a
real one?"

I was testing him to see what he'd say he was getting a real one whether he
wanted it or not but I noticed he didn't answer the question. Cold feet? or
busy fantasising with Paul as he was sucking on the dildo?

Later, hesitantly, he said to me "You know that was.... so good. I feel
I've come such a long way.  Sometimes I think.... well, maybe fantasise I
want a cock in my mouth all day, and then I think 'Hang on, I'm a
guy.... and then I think.... why am I telling you this? Does this mean I'm
gay? Bi-sexual?  What do you think when I tell you this? Those guys on the
screen. Their cocks are so.... When I'm at home I fantasize about having
one in bed with me. They're so.... good. But then I think more seriously
about it and I wonder 'Do I want a cock?, a real one? I can't make up my
mind.' Can I take this home so I can suck on it at home?"

"Maybe" I said, and then added "So how do I feel when I hear this? Let me
say you do look good with a cock in your mouth. It makes me so wet. I think
I could come, watching you suck a real one.  You're so gooooood. Do you
want one? I don't mind. I'm happy either way although maybe we could share
it! Now.... would you like to come? I want you to suck that beautiful cock
and get yourself off at the same time. And I'll collect everything for
you."

Later, as Robert swallowed every drop of his reward and we rested in
post-sexual languor, I said "Belle. You're now my girlfriend so I want you
to dress appropriately. From tomorrow I want you to wear make-up. Would you
like that? Wearing make-up will help you with your fantasy, help you be a
real girl sucking a real cock. You'll look so good with your painted lips
sucking that beautiful cock."

"I, ah, yes, I do want to be your girl. But do I have to wear make-up?"

"Yes, of course you do. All girls wear make-up. I can just see you now,
with your painted lips wrapped around a big beautiful cock. You'll look so
good. And I want you to wear a bra and nickers after all, that's what girls
wear and later on maybe we'll get you a dress and stockings and everything
a nice girl needs. But you're not really a nice girl, are you Belle? I
think you're really a bit of a slut. I mean, sucking your boyfriend's dick
is one thing, but sucking all the dicks you can get your hands on....."

"But I just love them" Belle said, putting the dildo back in her mouth and
entering into the fantasy of the moment, not realising just how real this
was going to get.

And so Robert's training to become Belle finally began. And none too soon,
I thought as I prepared for the morning.


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 9

After breakfast, which I had never seen Robert, or Belle as he had now
become, devour so quickly, I had her shave closely "So we won't see your
whiskers. And you'll need another wax soon so at the same time you can get
your eyebrows shaped into a more feminine style and your underarms waxed
too. In fact, everything below the neck comes off. And after you've had the
wax I'll teach you how to tuck your dick and balls away so they don't spoil
the line of your nickers and so on."

"How do you know about.... um.... tucking bits away?"

"One of my girlfriends used to have a boyfriend who was a crossdresser" I
lied ".... and she told me what he did. Now my beautiful girlfriend, first
your makeup. Watch in the mirror, because next time you'll have to do this
on your own. No... change of plan. I'll do it for you the first time, so
you can see the finished job in the mirror, then the second time I'll show
you what to do, then the third time you'll be on your own."

Thirty minutes later I was finished. "Tie this scarf around your head" I
said "because you've still got a guys hair cut. We'll fix that in the
future, but for now let's hide the male look. Now the nickers..... and
bra. You can wear this set of mine for now but later we'll get you two or
three sets including weighted silicone bra inserts to give you some shape
and so you can feel what it's like to have breasts, but for now, let's fill
the bra with these stockings...... Now turn and have a look at
yourself. What do you think? Not perfect, but for a first time, not too
bad. Now.... let's look at this video I've bought. It's full of women and
men sucking and licking and sucking and then later you can continue
practising".

After lunch I called to Belle "Come into the bedroom, I've got a surprise
for you." And as she entered the bedroom I ordered her "Now, on your knees
in front of me and worship my cock."

Belle couldn't keep her eyes off my strap-on and as she knelt in front of
me I saw her lick her lips.  Was this nerves? Or anticipation?

Her hands went out and gently held my "cock" and started working it just as
she had seen on the video and just as she'd seen me do it for her when she
was Robert. I noticed she kept looking up at me, to see how I was enjoying
her sucking. And all the time she licked it and kissed it and worshipped it
she was saying "It's so big".... and "It's so good".... and "Oh, God.... I
love it" and "Let me swallow it" and "I could do this forever" and ....

And I looked down and, once again, her erection was there, creating a bulge
in the nickers and the front of the bulge was wet. "Want to come?" I
asked. "God, yes. May I come?"

"Not yet, Belle. I'm not ready to come yet and you haven't sucked my
balls. Remember what I said the other day? Sucking cock isn't about how
good you feel with a cock in your mouth, it's about how good you make the
cock feel. How long you can make the cock last before it comes. And then,
and only then do you get your reward.... a lovely mouthful or two of your
lover's come. And you must take every drop, you can't waste even one
drop. If you are worshipping your lovers penis you must enjoy, must savour
every drop. Even if you have to stay on him for half an hour after he
climaxes. So, my sweet, yes you can come, but not yet. I'll tell you when."

And so Belle stayed on her knees loving my strap-on, worshipping my
strap-on and continued to tell me how good my cock tasted, how much she
loved having it in her mouth. Then finally I relented and squeezed the
balls on the strap on and custard, which I had loaded in earlier, shot into
Belle's mouth.  And although she was obviously surprised by this sudden
load of liquid into her mouth she didn't miss a stroke and kept sucking
until I stopped squeezing the balls and all the custard was in her mouth.

"Oh, God."

"Here, look in the mirror. You've got semen coming out of your mouth, just
like I sometimes have.  Doesn't it look good?" and she licked her lips.

"Would you like to come?" I asked.

"Oh, God, yeeessss. Please, yes. Please may I come?"

"Yes my beautiful Belle. But only if you do it yourself while you're
sucking my cock and you must save all your semen and feed yourself when
you've finished. And you mustn't waste a drop."

"Oh thank you, thank you so much. I won't, I promise I won't waste a drop."

And she didn't.


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 10

The following weekend was a repeat of the previous Sunday with Belle
sucking and worshipping my strap-on all Saturday. By Saturday night she was
dripping like a tap but I wouldn't let her come "That's for tomorrow" I
said, and told her tonight it was my turn I'd let her have all the fun for
the previous few weeks so it was only fair she got me off.... with her
tongue. So she did several times.  By the time we went to sleep we were
exhausted. That morning I had shown her how to put on her make-up and
reminded her that tomorrow she had to do it herself. "You'll need to
practise at home next week and the more you practise the better you'll
become. Just like you practised with cock!"

Sunday morning Belle did her own make-up and, for a first time, I was most
impressed. She put on her, well, my undies and asked me "Can I suck your
cock again?"

"Of course you can, my beautiful girlfriend. But first, I have another
present for you."

"For me? Oh, Mistress, you are so good to me. What is it?"

"This."

"Wh... what is it?"

"It's to help open you up so that when you lose your virginity you'll be
able to take it and it won't hurt you."

"But...."

"You are my girlfriend, aren't you?"

"Yeees."

"And you do like sucking my dick, don't you?"

"Oh God, yes."

"So if you're my girlfriend and you like sucking my dick wouldn't you like
my dick inside you? Just like a real girl? You want to be a real girl don't
you Belle? You want to be my girl, don't you, Belle?"

"Yeeeesss, I want to be a real girl for you. I want to be your girl."

"Well this will help you so my dick doesn't hurt you the first time.  Now
bend over and touch your toes." And as she did, I smothered her hole and
the butt-plug with jelly and pushed it home.

"I want you to leave it in all day every day except when you need to go to
the toilet and when you've finished you will put it back in."

"Yes, I will put it back in. Can I suck your dick please?"

"Yes, Belle, now you can suck my dick. But this time, let's get on the bed
where we can both be comfortable."

Later, much later, I interrupted her ministrations. "Belle?"

"Mmmmm??"

"Belle, sweetheart. We have to go shopping for some nice feminine undies
for you."

"Can we do it later? I want to keep sucking you."

"No, Belle, we can't. We have to go now. But when we return you can suck me
again and if you're good I might let you come. Now, you can't go out
wearing make-up and your guys clothes so go and take off your make-up but
you can leave on the nickers and bra. No one will know you're wearing
them."

"But "

"No one will know."

Later, as we went from store to store I purposely stopped outside women's
wear shops and asked Belle what she thought of different dresses. "Do you
like that one?" and "What about that colour?" and "Do you think that would
suit you?"

She looked at me as if I was mad. "Well, you are my girlfriend" I
said. "Don't you think, at home, you should be wearing girls clothes?"

"I don't.... well... um....maybe. But only because I'm your girlfriend only
for you."

"Of course. Now, let's go in here and get some undies for you."

We wandered around looking at all the different garments nickers and bras
push-up and cleavage and shelf and under-wire and front closing and back
closing and five-way, torso's and slips and garter belts and hosiery and I
was watching an assistant out of the corner of my eye and I timed it so
that as she joined us I was saying "What style and colour do you think
you'd like to wear?"

"Hello, can I help you?" the assistant said and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Belle's just trying to make up her mind what type of bra she should get,
aren't you , darling?"

"I.... ah.... um...."

"Perhaps I can help. You don't seem to have much up top at the moment so
before we get to choosing a bra for you let me suggest weighted silicon bra
inserts; they'll give you some shape and the weight will help you the feel
you have real breasts. Are you going to get real breasts? Grow them, I
mean. Go on hormones? Or have implants? I think hormones would be
better. More natural don't you think?  To feel them growing on your
chest. I can remember when mine were growing. I'd look in the mirror every
morning to see how much they'd grown and I can remember stroking them
whenever I could....  in the shower, in bed, in fact every time I didn't
have a top on. God they felt good. And they still do."

"I.... ahhhh...." as Belle turned to me as if to say 'Help'.

"Well, it doesn't matter. These weighted inserts feel just like the real
thing. Now what size breasts would you like? They come in all different
sizes. For your height and weight I think these should be right, but we can
check in the change room, see what they look like when you've got a bra
on. You don't want your breasts to look too big for your body size. Do you?
Now, what style of bra? I don't think a cleavage bra is right for you yet
because they show what you've got and at the moment you haven't got and you
wouldn't want to show the silicone inserts...." and she giggled ".... but
what about these and these and these and.... don't worry about the colour
at the moment, just the style and how they fit. Come on, let's go and you
can try them on."

"Belle, why don't I leave you with....."

"Penny."

"....Penny, and I'll come back in a half an hour or so?"

"I.... ahhhh...."

"Don't worry. You're safe with me" Penny said. "My boyfriend dresses in bra
and panties all the time.  I suppose you've got an erection, have you? You
guys are all the same." And with that I was gone.

Later, when I returned, Penny said "I thought she should have basic black
and basic white sets and there's also a beautiful tangerine set; bras and
nickers and a thong and garter belts and stockings and....  and, oh yes,
she was very stiff and leaking very badly and there was just no way she was
going to get any of the nickers on in that condition so I made her empty
herself but I made her lick up all her juices and so I included a packet of
panty liners so she wouldn't stain her nickers. Hope that was alright?"

"Of course. How was she with the...."

"Jerking off? Actually very good. She started and took her time just as I
suppose you've taught her and then before I knew it she was moaning and
groaning and some of the other staff and customers came over to see what
the noise was all about and when she was finished they all clapped her and
someone said "Encore!" and someone else said "Again. I want to see it
again" and somebody else said, quite seriously, "Do you do this every week?
Because I missed most of it and I'd like to know when it's happening again
so I can come and see it all. I just love watching a guy and when it's a
guy learning to be a woman, well what can I say? Do you have some guy in
every Saturday? Sunday?" She was so disappointed when I said "No". It's
almost like we put on a floorshow." And then there was a pause and she said
"I wonder if I should talk to management..... no, forget it." Then Penny
looked at me and said "Actually I thought she should talk to
management. It'd be such a drawcard. But then, imagine how busy we'd
be. I'd never get home."

As we left the shop I said to Belle "While I was walking around the mall I
was thinking about you being my girlfriend. You're going to be wearing
make-up and you've just bought some lingerie.... I think we should get you
some dresses and high heels and probably, yes definitely a wig. In fact
you'll need them next weekend."

"Next weekend? What's happening next weekend? You're not making me go out
in public, are you?"

"Mmmmmmm?? No, I'm not making you go out on public. Next weekend. It's just
a surprise I have for you."

"Surprise? For me? What is it?"

"Can't tell you. It wouldn't be a surprise if I did. But I know you'll like
it. In fact you'll love it. Now, let's go in here and get you fitted for a
dress. Just one for next weekend." I didn't tell her this would be the
first of many dresses she would buy. I figured she was stressed enough and
I didn't want her so stressed she'd run away.

Later, at home, over drinks I said to Belle "How do you feel? Exhausted?
Tired? Horney?"

"Actually.... I feel excited."

"Excited?"

"Well.... all this dressing in women's clothes is a bit unusual for a
guy.... If you'd have told me six months ago I'd be doing this I wouldn't
heave believed you. Even two or three days ago I wouldn't have believed
you. But today.... I'm quite looking forward to it. Can I try everything on
later?"

"Yes, you'll have to, to make sure everything is OK for next weekend. Don't
worry. I'll help you. But what about if.... for now.... we go and have a
rest.... in bed.... and then, later, you can try on everything we bought
today. C'mon." and I grabbed Belle's hand and led her into the bedroom.

"Tonight my beautiful Belle" I said as we undressed each other, "I want you
to experience what it feels like to be a woman, to have your lover inside
you."

"OK.... but be gentle with me. This is my first time."

"I know."

And I was, and she did.


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 11

The following Saturday we woke early. "I'm glad you remembered to have the
wax yesterday" I said over breakfast. "From now on I want it to be regular
thing. Hairy legs look terrible in stockings and with a dress so if you're
having your legs waxed you should get everything else waxed too.... and
always get these done too. They look so wonderful, bald, feel so
smooth. Don't they feel smooth? I could just handle them forever. But not
now. Now we've got to get you ready for your surprise."

As Belle shaved and dressed and put on her make-up I made sure she
understood how important clothes were to helping a woman feel good about
herself. "If you look good you feel good and if you feel good everyone else
feels good too. Now, how do you feel?"

"Good.... but nervous."

"You'll be OK. Now, the door bell just rang. Come in to the lounge.... I
want you to sit here on this stool and put the blindfold around your eyes
and don't take it off under any circumstances. Otherwise you'll spoil the
surprise. Understand?"

"Uh-huh."

As I opened the front door I put my fingers to my lips then reached out and
gave my visitor a brief kiss on the cheek. "You understand what's going to
happen?" I whispered.

A brief nod of the head and we were in the lounge room.

"Belle. I have your surprise ready for you. Remember you mustn't take your
blindfold off well, not until I tell you."

A brief nod of the head then my guest started rubbing his penis over
Belle's face. She knew instantly what it was because her mouth immediately
opened, and she took it inside. Her hands came up and started caressing it
and then his balls and then she was moving her head up and down on it and,
with a mouthful of cock Belle said "It feels so wonderful, so big. May I
take off my blindfold so I can enjoy the look of it?"

I couldn't resist it. "When you were little, Belle, didn't your mother tell
you never to speak with your mouth full?"

There was no laughter as I thought there might be and then I realised it
was because my guest and Belle were enjoying themselves too much so, rather
than spoil their moment I took off Belle's blindfold myself..

"You know how you've been begging me to find you a real cock to suck on?"

"Nooooo." Muffled.

"Well of course I know you haven't actually been saying you want a real
dick to suck on but I knew you hadn't sucked on one for months, since you
came to live in the city, so I spoke to one of the guys at work and, well,
this is Peter, Peter this is Belle and Peter said he'd let you suck on
him. Isn't that wonderful? Isn't he wonderful to let you do that? You must
suck him forever as a sort of 'thank you'."

"But...." Muffled, as she continued to suckle on Peter's penis.

"No, don't be embarrassed. I told Peter you just love cock, at home you'd
suck two or three guys in an afternoon, you loved it so much and Peter said
if you wanted to you could suck him all afternoon. He said he knew it
wouldn't be quite the same but it was alright by him if it was alright by
you. Why don't you open his zipper and take his pants off and start
enjoying yourself just as much as Peter is enjoying what you're doing?"

"Oh, that's nice, Belle. You've got nice hands. Oh, that iiisssss nice. Oh,
yes."

"Don't worry about him, Belle" I said. "He'd just like all guys. All they
want is a mouth around their dick. ... Now his balls, Belle, don't forget
his balls.... now maybe both together.... how does that feel, Peter?...."

As Belle gently worked on Peter I could feel myself getting wet. This was
something I frequently experienced when I watched my lover with someone
else, and I confess I had to excuse myself to relieve my own tension.

When I returned some little while later - oh, alright, some long while
later - Peter's dick was buried deep in Belle's throat with Peter thrusting
hard and fast. Belle had her arms around Peter's hips and her mouth was
matching him stroke for stroke. And then Peter was coming and Peter was
moaning and Belle was moaning and so, I think, was I. And then it was over
and Belle was still sucking, still licking, doing what she had been trained
to do: swallow every drop, not waste a drop. And even as Peter withdrew,
Belle was still licking, now squeezing his dick to make sure she had it
all. And then Peter was dressing and I was walking to the door and I was
back with Belle and the bulge in her dress was immense and I had her in my
mouth and I controlled her and then she was inside me and she was on her
back and I was riding her beautiful cock
and.... and.... aaaaannnnnddddd.....

Later, much much later I asked Belle if she had enjoyed herself. She
answered me with just one word.  "More?" she said.

"Oh, yes, most definitely, but you can't get greedy." I answered. "But next
time we share the guy, both of us taking his dick in turns. We'll both get
him ready then you can either suck him off or have him inside you then you
and I will do each other. OK?"

"God, yes" she said.

"Good. And honey?"

"Mmmmmm?"

"I can't believe how good you looked with your beautiful red lips wrapped
around Peter's dick. You looked so happy, as if you had been born to have a
dick in your mouth all the time. I felt so proud to have you as my
girlfriend. But remember. Next time we share."


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 12

The following weekends were somewhat of an anti-climax.

Belle continued to dress more and more as a female as a I trained her in
the ways of women including some of the subliminal things men saw but were
unaware of, until the tricks were pointed out to them.... out for dinner,
she looks around the room as she absentmindedly strokes the stem of a
glass, and the poor guy nearly comes in his pants; bending over to pick
something up and giving him a good view of her cleavage and pretending she
doesn't see his eyes nearly coming out of his head; sitting next to him in
the car, casually caressing his thigh, pretending to be unaware of the
erection she's building, and then taking her hand away to check a map, or
get a tissue or anything.

Then one day Belle asked me of I thought she would pass as a female.

"You mean in public?"

"Yes."

"Yes, I do" I said. "But I think you should try it in a more controlled
setting first."

"What do you mean?"

"We could have some of my girlfriends over for lunch and you can meet them
- as Belle."

Suddenly she was reluctant. Then, after some thought she said "Maybe you're
right. But what about if there's some.... um.... imperfections. What if
they realise that I'm not a real girl?"

"Don't you feel you're a real girl?"

"Well, yeees."

"OK. So if you feel you're a real girl, you are. But if the worst happens
and you make a mistake it won't be a problem. We'll just tell them
that.... I don't know.... you're in a play and in the play you're a woman
so you're practising to be a woman. Don't worry. We'll think of something
if we have to.  But you'll have to get a couple of new dresses. You can't
keep wearing that one all the time."

"A couple? Why?"

"So you have a choice depending on the weather. Now, next Sunday. I'll see
if I can get them all here on Sunday which will give us Saturday to decide
on what you and I are doing."


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 13

The following Saturday I sent Belle shopping with instructions to buy two
or three dresses, a sundress with sleeves and a couple of others. I showed
her some of my dresses so she would know what I meant.

"But I won't have been tested with your girlfriends which means I'll have
to go shopping as myself.  I'll have to go as Robert."

"Is that a problem?"

"Well, yes."

"Why?"

"Well, I'll be a guy and I'll say I want that dress and the sales assistant
will ask what size and I'll say I don't know and she'll say who is it for
and.... and.... I can't say it's for me."

"Why not?"

"Well.... I.....  ummm...."

"Belle, sweetheart. Listen to me. Do you have any idea how many guys there
are who wear women's clothes? Thousands. And when they first started
wearing women's clothes how do you think they got those clothes? By going
into a shop and buying them. Some of them went with their girlfriends like
we did when you bought your undies and some of them went on their own. And
all of them had to deal with female sales assistants. Remember Penny? She
wasn't at all worried when you told her you wanted some lingerie for
yourself. In fact she helped you with the fitting. Every female sales
assistant in the world will have had at least one guy come in to buy a
dress or something for himself. And if she hasn't by now, then you'll be
her first. And I can tell you one thing. You won't be her last. All you
need is a bit of confidence. Now.... are you my girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Do you like being my girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Do you like dressing like a girl?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel like a girl?"

"Yes."

"Are you a girl?"

"Yes."

"Then get out there and be a girl, a girl who just happens to be dressed in
guys clothes. Don't worry.  Girls wear guy's clothes all the
time. So.... you're a girl in guy's clothes. Two or three dresses. OK?"

"OK!"

When she returned Belle was much more relaxed. There was a spring in her
step and she smelled....  different.

"One of the cosmeticians sprayed me with this fragrance.... doesn't it
smell wonderful.... and she said if I wanted, she'd give me a
make-over.... but it would have to be private, she couldn't give a guy a
make-over in the shop. So I told her 'Thanks but I was already someone's
girlfriend' and I am, and I couldn't believe I said I was someone's
girlfriend and the cosmetician just smiled and said she wished I was her
girlfriend wasn't that nice?  and I am. I'm your girlfriend and I don't
want to change I'm happy as I am. And she said 'Well, if you change your
mind.' And I smiled and said 'I won't' and turned and walked away".

While Belle was telling me this I could feel my emotions change and I was
on the edge of tears. I felt so proud that she wanted someone else to know
she was my girlfriend. I turned away so she couldn't see my eyes and said
"Why don't you model them for me?"

Half an hour later she returned with her make-up on and wearing the first
of the dresses she had bought. She looked wonderful, and after each change
she seemed to be more beautiful than before.

"You're going to be a hit tomorrow" I said. "But what about now? I think
the bedroom beckons.  We've got a big day tomorrow so I think we should get
an early night. Well, early to bed, anyway."


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 14

Eleven o'clock the following morning the first of my girlfriends arrived
and I introduced her and Belle and then it was bedlam for a while as we all
kissy kissy at the front door and I introduced Belle and as each of my
girlfriends accepted her she relaxed and became.... Belle.

Then finally Juliette arrived and with her, her new boyfriend who looked
particularly nervous. And who could blame him? As Juliette showed him where
the bedroom was I said to Belle "Remember when you met all the girls and
you were naked? Well, Juliette's got a new boyfriend and he gets to be
naked just like you were. I thought today would be a good chance for you to
test yourself as Belle because everyone's going to be interested in
Graham's bits and not take too much notice of you. But you do have to be
one of the girls and play with his dick. You can't not do it because
otherwise everyone would wonder what was going on. They'd think you
preferred women and in this room with these women that wouldn't be a good
idea."

"Oh. Well.... um.... I guess I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Well you always have a choice. But after the surprise I gave you a couple
of weeks ago, which, I might remind you, you loved...."

She grinned as she remembered.

".... I thought you'd also love being one of the girls and play with
Graham. Besides, if you can do that, no one will ever suspect you're not
really who you are".

"I guess. Who's the birthday girl?"

"I'll tell you later" I said.

As Graham came back into the room he was trying to cover himself and
Juliette whispered in his ear and reluctantly he took his hands away and it
was a repeat of the day Robert was the star: everyone introducing
themselves to Graham and his bits and then it was Belle who was saying
hello and I thought her hands stayed on Graham just a little bit longer
than anyone else. And then it was lunch and I noticed Belle positioned
herself so that she was the one who sat next to Graham and all through
lunch she enjoyed his penis, or was it his balls?, just as others had
enjoyed hers when she was Robert.

Then after lunch I stood and said "Graham.... will you come up here
please?" and as he looked at Juliette and reluctantly came to his feet I
continued "Ladies.... Usually at these gatherings it's the birthday girl
who gets the presents but today it's just a little bit different. We have
with us today my newest girlfriend...." and I looked at Belle. "It's the
first time she's been to one of our CFNM gatherings and I hope, I know it
won't be the last. Belle.... Come up here..... As I said, it's usually the
birthday girl who gets the present but today, to welcome you into the girls
group it's you who gets the present" and I put her hand onto Graham's
penis. "Enjoy" I said.

"I... I... oh..." and she looked around the room at all the women and they
were nodding their heads in encouragement and as she sank to her knees in
front of Graham she looked at his penis in amazement, not at his size, I
suppose, but because of what she was about to do, and in a group of other
women.  Then gently she started to stroke, started work and as she worked
on him I could see her tongue come out and lick her lips and then, as it
had when she was the star, the chanting started "Get him off. Let's see him
shoot. Get him off. Let's see him shoot. Get him......" and I wondered what
she would do and then she was taking him into her mouth, vacuuming him in
with her mouth and the chanting continued and she continued and I thought
she was going to let him come in her mouth and then she realised the others
wanted to see Graham come so she stopped sucking and used her hand and she
finished him, finished Graham to cheers and catcalls from all the
girls. Then, as the noise subsided, once again she took Graham in her mouth
and sucked him and licked him clean.

"Thank you" she said to everyone and looked at me. "Thank you."

Later, after Juliette and Graham had gone, and as Belle served coffee,
Sue-Ellen, as I knew she would, said "Haven't I met you somewhere, Belle?"

Nervous look at me by Belle which I ignored and she said "Aahhhh...."

"Don't tell me.... let me.... I know. It was one Friday night after
work. You picked up Jenny, or was it Jenny picked you up." Then she looked
at me. "Is this Robert, who you trained to be.... Belle? Good job,
Jen. Actually, an excellent job, Jen. Good student, too. If I hadn't known,
I wouldn't have known.  Congratulations to you both."

Belle was, by now, white with shock but that look quickly turned to
amazement as all my girlfriends started clapping. "Well done, Belle" and
"You really are beautiful" and "I wish I could get my boyfriend to be as
soft and as gentle and as feminine as you. Maybe I should get Jenny to
train him" and "We only knew because Jenny told us. Like Sue-Ellen said, if
we hadn't known, we wouldn't have known. You can go anywhere you want and
you'll be accepted as a woman" .... and as I hugged her she started
crying. And then she said "Bugger. Now I've smudged my mascara" and she
couldn't understand why we all, suddenly, started laughing. And then she
got the joke and she, too, started laughing.

"Jenny tells us you have something to show us." This from Sue-Ellen.

"Wha???"

"Under your skirt" I whispered.

"Wha...? Wha...?"

"Under your skirt."

And then she understood. She shook her head "No."

"Yes" I said. "They won't mind."

"No, we won't mind" Sue-Ellen said. And then they started chanting "Show us
what you've got. Show us what you've got. Show us....."

"They want to give you a little pleasure after the stress you've been under
for the last few weeks becoming someone new, and doing it so
successfully. Go on, let them please you."

So reluctantly Belle took off her dress and hung it up then turned to my
girlfriends to reveal to them her penis and balls tied with ribbon and the
ribbon tied to her bra so that her balls were no longer hanging loose but
were, rather, pulled up toward her stomach, on display.

As she walked among my friends pouring coffee they each fondled her and
squeezed her and enjoyed her and she, in turn, enjoyed what they did to
her. On several occasions she was enjoying what was being done to her so
much that I had to remind Belle she was pouring coffee.

Later, as she continued to walk among them, still being caressed, her
breathing now quite ragged, Barbara asked her "How was the wax? Did it
hurt? Did you get.... you know...." and she raised her forefinger to
simulate a penis becoming erect.

"Not initially. It stung a bit, but didn't hurt. The beautician waxed all
my back first, my legs and bum and back then rolled me over and waxed my
legs and stomach and chest and underarms and brows and...."

"Yeeessss?"

"She said she was leaving the best to last so she sprinkled powder on
my.... um.... on me then she rubbed it in, then she put the wax on me and
that was, ah, interesting. That did hurt. But it was also, nice, I
suppose. And then it got really interesting because earlier when she was
taking the wax off it was just, you know, rip, rip, rip but this time she
was slow, so slow. She said she didn't want to hurt me but the slow removal
was worse than the fast removal. Actually.... I think she did it on
purpose."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"What, the pain? Actually.... I wouldn't have thought so but I got this
monster erection, a bit like this...  and she said I must like pain, that's
why I was stiff."

"Did she....?"

"No. She wanted to but I said Jenny wouldn't like it and she said Jenny's
not getting it, you are, and I would have, but I resisted...."

And with that they all clapped. Again I was proud of her, and told her so.

And then, as I thought she would, Sue-Ellen said "Well, Jen, is she going
to suffer, or are you going to put her out of her misery?"

"What do you think, Belle? Do you want to suffer? Or do you want me to put
you out of your misery?""

"I.... ah.... suffer? What do you mean?"

"Sue-Ellen thinks that because you resisted when you had the wax and
because the girls have all been massaging your balls, they'll be very full
and you might want to empty them. And they want to watch.  Do you? Want to
empty them?"

"In front.....?"

"Yes."

"But....?"

"Well?"

"OK."

So she did. And some of the girls helped and, as usual, she didn't waste a
drop. "Oh, I like that", someone said. "Licking up her own mess."


                             BELLE
                       by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 15

Now, some months later, Belle has got her full confidence as a young
woman. She changed jobs so she could live full time as a female. Most
Friday or Saturday nights we go to nightclubs or dinner together and one or
both of us usually scores. As promised, we share as many cocks as we can,
getting them ready so that one or both of us can have them inside us. Belle
says she's not sure which she likes best: having the guys inside her mouth
or inside what she calls her "pussy". And on those rare occasions we don't
score in a nightclub, we have each other. I rather like that especially as
I can pleasure Belle with my strap-on. The way I control her she says she
doesn't know which she prefers: the strap-on or a real one. I suspect, I
know it's the real one, because of the enjoyment she gets when her lover
comes. She can't get that with a strap-on.

Belle has started taking hormones and her breasts have just started to bud
and she has stopped wearing weighted bra inserts. I think she's also
looking forward to having guys suck on her breasts. But I must confess I am
quite looking forward to her having breasts so I, too, can nurse on them.

Imagine: my girlfriend with breasts and a cock and balls, and all smoothly
waxed. The best of both worlds. Yum.

THE END