44 -THE FRILL OF IT ALL!

"I think they broke the mold with me,” I said.

I could feel the tension increase throughout my whole body. Waves of pleasure began to wash over me as she and I rubbed our breasts, hips and bodies together.

NEW TOYS...

Susan came over before breakfast the next morning. Over coffee, she asked Margaret, "Did you tell him?"

"No," Margaret said turning to me. "Susan going to fit you with a 'sex cache'. No more embarrassing bulges for you!"

"Aw honey," I complained, "It doesn't show under a skirt."

Before I knew it, I was stark naked in front of two giggling girls trying to read the instruction booklet that came with a most threatening looking little garment.

"I don't know," Margaret said, reading the disclaimer.

"Shall I give it a try?" Susan asked as she read the instructions aloud. "Pull the "cache sex" up to the thighs...position maleness as shown..."

She gently took my shriveled maleness and tenderly pressed them upward into my body cavity.

"Yikes!" I said feeling the pressure. With a girl on each side, each grabbed a side of the garment and swiftly pulled the compact garment up over my hips.

My head, startled by the "suddenness" of the ungiving garment, felt like it would burst. There was a burning between my legs and I couldn't get any air into my lungs. I fell to the floor gasping and trying to pull the garment down but it was too tight. hands away "Oh my," Susan said, pulling my hands from the garment. "We forgot to use the desensitizing cream!"

Almost as quickly as the pain hit me, it went away. As I laid on the floor, Margaret said, "But it sure works! Look honey!"

It was only a few seconds worth of pain but I was

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in shock. "Look!" they both said!

I surveyed the flesh colored garment as Susan announced, "Our new little woman! He needs to learn how to put these on himself. This was obviously a very good idea!"

The pain had subsided or at least numbed. It was amazing. Nothing, not even the slightest projection. The folds of the garment between my thighs even gave the impression of the rumple of womanness.

The girl's fingers were at my genitalia. Their fingers slid over the void and Margaret gasped, "It's so. .so lady-like! Let's see how it works under pressure!" Margaret's hands were running over my quivering boobs, her lips kissing their way down over my belly and then to each sensitive nipple. . .all the while checking the conspicuous trench between my legs. Her breath was like fire on my breasts. Yet her fingers between my thighs found nothing but the feel of lips. Susan observed, "Look at those red ripe nipples! He's excited but NOTHING below!"

I shifted my hips from one side to the other, trying to relieve the pressure that was making me groan and buck.

Margaret slid one of her hands under my fleshy bottom, then gave me a couple good whacks. She moved them to my erect breasts, so her fingers could pull and play with my nipples.

"Oh my!" I whispered, as I thought I was going to die from the ecstasy of the pressure.

Margaret continued until I could stand it no more and I felt my juices flood up inside of me. I continued to shudder with pleasure as I pulled her up to me and kissed her passionately.

"What was that all about?" I gasped trying to catch my breath.

"You first "inny". . . a feminine orgasm!" Susan answered.

I could feel loads of hot juice began to draining out. My sequestered maleness kept contracting as the pressure went away. My juices made my thighs glisten. Margaret helped me get to a bathroom so I could clean up between my legs. My nipples were still very