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Part Two
I scowled at old Harry as he insisted I sign out of the girls dorm.
"Look it's not midnight yet!" I whispered.
"It's two minutes past by my watch!" he pointed out, "And its for your protection." the stench of stale beer was almost overwhelming.
I opened the door, elated at my escape but as I felt the cool night air on my freshly shaved legs, the tightness of the padded bra on my chest and my prick imprisoned back between my legs which chafed with every step I felt horribly vulnerable, half the guys on campus would beat me to a pulp if they saw me like this and the other half would form a circle and watch, or worse.
I found a quiet spot beside the Steinhausen building, and slipped my Levis on and the padded bra off, hiding it in the carrier bag Amelia lent me, I felt a lot better, a lot safer.
I made my way around the sides of the sports field taking the long and quiet way around to my building.
The Fire escape looked the best bet, we had a midnight curfew and without getting the Concierge across from the Colman Allen building I was locked out.
Andy Grant's light was on, beside the fire escape on the third floor, my floor, I just had to get the lower section of ladder down or climb to the second floor, I checked out the drainpipe, it looked sound enough and it ran fairly close alongside the fire escape, I took my belt off and looped it through the handles of my bag, and taking a firm grip on the drainpipe I sort of scrabbled and walked up the wall.
Traversing to the fire escape with its angle iron supports was difficult fifteen feet above the ashphalt path but I made it and I reached across and banged on Andy's window.
"Let me in!"
"Sure little buddy," Andy announced looking out and he quickly raised the window.
"Thanks, sort of lost track" I said as I scrambled across the window sill and across his study table scattering beer cans and papers.
"No problem-oh dude." he said as I rushed across the room towards the corridor and the safety of my own room.
I slumped in my chair, my heart was beating furiously as I dragged my Levis off and frantically dragged the cut down pantihose off to release my poor tortured penis.
To my profound relief I found that he didn't seem to have suffered any permanent damage, but the heart shaped remnants of my pubic hair looked most bizarre.
I relaxed and thought of my evening, especially when Amelia, or was it Carrie, brought me off with her rubber gloved fingers, and the prospect of Lavinia practising her skills of giving head. Somehow things didn't seem so bad.
I woke around eight in the morning, my arm hurt like hell and I realised I had fallen asleep in my chair, I went and switched on my computer , it had barely played that stupid Microsoft jingle when the ping of an incoming email sounded out.
It was from Amelia. "Hi, Georgina, lets do it again soon!"
I sort of relaxed, Friday went fine, except there was an email "What size pants and shoes do you wear." It was from Amelia. I replied, I had this bad feeling.
Saturday I went to see my folks, and stayed through to Sunday lunch then I returned to Campus at around eight, there were about thirteen emails from Amelia.
"Reply please." Thirteen times.
I replied "Hi"
"Where have you been!" she replied, "I have something for you Georgina, come over."
My heart sank, I put Amelia's bra and the cut off Pantihose in my bag and made my way over to Amelia's rooms.
"I asked Georgina over, not Greg," she said pointedly, "But we have been shopping."
she opened a carrier bag, "Shoes, and Jeans, second hand of course, try them on."
"No way!" I exclaimed. Amelia picked up her cell phone.
"I could call security!" she suggested.
"Ok," I agreed, "give me some space." but she wouldn't she watched my every move.
"For heaven's sake!" she whined and she grabbed my belt and hauled my Levis down, "Hey I told you to come as Georgina where is the underwear I made you?"
"In my bag" I admitted as my manhood strained making a tent pole of my y fronts.
"I made you something!" she said, "See," It was brown leather, like a reinforced leather thong with straps
"You shouldn't have." I said.
"It was nothing!" she said, grabbing my Y fronts and yanking them down.
"No really, you shouldn't have." I insisted.
"Don't be silly!" she said, "Its much nicer than that stretch nylon, but first," she said ostentatiously pulling on her rubber gloves, "We need to sort this problem."
"Look Amelia." I said but she had the bowl ready and as she cupped my balls with one hand and gently wanked my shaft with the other so I started twitching and suddenly I was cumming, a great jet of creamy cum shot out and she barely grabbed the bowl in time to catch it.
"Is that better?" she asked, "Now just hold still." She looped the belt section of the leather thong around my waist and then guided my rapidly deflating penis back between my legs and pulled the middle section of the thong down and back to hold my penis tight against me then pulled the continuation of the leather flap up and back to where it looped back around the belt section and down to a buckle.
"There!" she said "perfect,"
"Did you make that?" I asked. she nodded. "It must have taken hours!" I suggested.
She nodded, "But worth it!" she grinned, "Now the Jeans." They were at least two sizes too small, I had to lie on the floor,
"Look they'll split before they go on!" I wailed, but they slid gradually into place clinging almost obscenely to my backside.
"Ooh, Georgina, look in the mirror!" she squealed.
I looked and didn't like what I saw, "You look so girly!" she said, "Try the shoes!"
The shoes were a nightmare, the heels were at least three inches high and it was like walking on stilts while standing on tip toe. I minced carefully around the room and Amelia announced she was delighted.
"I think with a better thong for wearing under your skirts and, I guess a reinforced gusset in the Jeans you will pass for a girl, I think we've cracked it Geogina, you're going to be a girl."
"What!" I objected, but she was working again undoing the belt of my jeans and undoing the buckles of my thong and trying to extract it without removing my trousers.
"It needs a strap at the front maybe two!" she admitted, as she finally dragged it from me, "I'll make one tomorrow!" she promised, "Now put your Bra on and you can go home!"
"You have to be joking, look!" I exclaimed, instead of being tucked away uselessly between my legs my erection now poked rigidly down the leg of my tight jeans.
"Oh," she giggled, I'll get my gloves." she picked up the brown bowl and pulled on the gloves again before pulling my Jeans down and releasing my penis, it sprang free rearing proudly as she cupped my balls and worked the loose skin of my shaft backwards and forwards gently.
"Oh that's so good." I moaned, "Mind out I think I'm." I broke off, there was no doubt, the eruption started deep in my balls, forced it's was along my shaft and erupted as she watched, she made no attempt to catch it, she just let it splash he face once more.
Cum dripped down her face, from her left eyebrow, across her cheek and down her nose to drip off her chin and into the bowl.
"Why didn't you use the bowl?" I asked.
"Look, you do what I tell you and anyway you were too violent," she said awkwardly,"all that lust, it's a good job I released it for you or you might have exploded!" she said.
as she grabbed my shrinking member and pushed it up and back trapping it once more as she pulled my Jeans up hard into my crotch again, "Right you can go home!" she announced.
I wanted to say thanks, when can I see you again, but it hardly seemed appropriate.
I found a good spot among some bushes to discard the bra and slip my own Levis over the Jeans, and I was home long before curfew.
I checked my emails and Amelia had sent a message already, "I need my Jeans back, bring them to the Library tomorrow lunchtime."
It seemed a reasonable request so as soon as I could I made sure my door was firmly locked and peeled off the Jeans, my poor tortured penis sprung free and I checked him out pretty thoroughly, he didn't look any the worse for wear, just pretty satisfied.
I wrapped the Jeans up in a brown paper parcel, and next day I caught up with Amelia in the Library at Lunchtime.
There was another email when I checked later, "Same place, same time, I have something for you!"
I met her again at lunchtime, she returned the parcel, with a smile, "My place seven thirty!" she ordered.
"Look I can't" I explained.
"Make it eight then, no arguments!" she hissed as she picked up the parcel turned on her heel and walked out the building.
I went right back to my room, locked the door and found she had returned the Jeans, heavily reinforced with leather around the crotch, and now lined in silk.
I tried them on, it was not easy but after a nightmare trying to tuck my penis back between my legs I managed to get them done up. I was quite relieved!
I dressed normally and headed back to class, I had commitments, but I wriggled out of them and around seven thirty I headed for Amelia's place, I took my sports bag, once again I changed in the bushes, slipping on the padded bra and slipping off my Levis, ols Harry looked up and smiled as I walked in, "Hi there Miss Anderson!.you ought to move in, you spend so much time here!" he said.
I just grinned and made my way to Amelia's room.
They were all there, Amelia, Carrie and Lavinia.
"Hi, you're early, you must be keen!" Carrie giggled.
"How's the Jeans?" Amelia asked.
"Hell to get on," I admitted.
"We thought about that and we came up with," she produced a long silk scarf. "Da Dahh" she sort of imitated a trumpet, "this!"
"So?" I enquired, "What's that for?"
"You'll see later." Amelia laughed, "But Georgina, I think you owe us a favour, a small service which you are uniquely equipped to perform.
"Oh god, what?" I asked, as Amelia had me sit on her bed, she undid my Jeans and dragged them off me.
"Now Georgina," Amelia announced holding my rapidly swelling penis between her fingers, "this little penis, we decided that perhaps as it is only small then it could be useful to us."
"What?" I asked.
"Well poor Lavinia has never had occasion to suck a penis, obviously if she is to keep a man she needs to practice and as you have a half size, ah what's the word, appendage."
"What!" I demanded again.
"Don't be awkward," Amelia suggested, "Just sit down, and be nice to her,"
"I'm not sure Amelia!" Lavinia suggested. "Really."
"For heavens sake, what kind of control freak are you!" I asked.
"I'm just helping my friend out," Amelia suggested, "And you don't want the Principal to find you sneaking about in the girls dorm in womens clothes do you?"
"I guess." I said.
"It looks awful big Amelia."
"Look, don't be stupid." I started to say.
"Shut it!" Amelia retorted.
"Look that's a very pretty blouse," I said, "we don't want to get stuff on it, I think."
"You are right," Amelia said, slip it off Lavinia." Lavinia slipped the buttons of her shimmering white blouse and slid it gently from her shoulders and handed it to Amelia, Lavinia's breasts gently swelled the cups of her pristine white bra and I felt my erection grow even larger.
"What about your Bra, Lavinia?" Carrie asked.
"No, stuff should wash out." Lavinia blushed, "How do I do this?"
"Stand up Georgina," Amelia said. "and you kneel down in front Lavinia, and take the tip in your hand."
"Aaarrrgggh." I wailed as she grasped my protruding helmet, "That hurt!"
"Grip the shaft silly" said Carrie, and then Lavinia dipped her head and she fed my tip between her ruby red lips and I thought I had gone to heaven.
"Gently Georgina, let her go at her own speed.
"Um Swaga" Lavinia exclaimed.
"Relax, don't gag." Amelia advised, and I felt myself sliding ever further inside Lavinia's perfect mouth.
I felt her chin against my balls, I was right inside her, she breathed easily enough through her nose, "Well suck him!" Amelia ordered.
"Wassa hap if hecump." she said unintelligably.
I thrust gently.
"You do not fuck her face, is that clear!" Amelia ordered as she slapped my buttock, suddenly I couldn't hold on any longer, the pressure in my balls felt too great, my shaft started twitching and Lavinia started gagging.
Lavinia coughed, I fell back and a great spurt of my cum splashed Lavinia's perfect nose, she gasped and the second spurt got her right in the mouth and then the spurting diminished.
"You look like a whore nin a Japanese film!" Carrie squealed and then she shut up in embarrassment as Amelia gave her a quizzical look.
I took a wipe from Amelia and started to clean up Lavinia's face.
"It was to wipe yourself with moron." Amelia announced, but I didn't stop, I wanted her face beautiful again so I could kiss it, but then Lavinia brought me back to reality.
"Yuck!"Lavinia said, "do you guys really like doing that?"
"Its better than getting menstrual blood everywhere when you have a boy and a period." Carrie rationalised.
"Well I never want to do it again, period." Lavinia lied.
"It's much less messy if you swallow, try swallowing, when Georgina recovers.
"He's all soft." Carrie noted, "You got stuff on your Bra Lavinia, give it here I'll wipe it."
Lavinia removed her bra, her firm breasts barely sagged and her nipples stood out proudly, "Ooh look, you turned Greg, I mean Georgina, on!"
My Penis reared and Amelia quickly wiped it with some tissue and made me stand.
"No." Lavinia refused.
"Don't be silly!" Amelia ordered, "Open." she slapped Lavinia's left nipple with a hairbrush she took from the dressing table and as Lavinia yelped so Amelia pushed my Penis forward and between Lavinia's lips.
Lavinia tried to pull away but Amelia had grabbed the silk scarp and started to wind it around my back and Lavinia's neck. trapping us, not that I wanted her to stop, far from it, she may have been an oral virgin but she sure learned fast, her breathing was regular, her sucking rhythmic.
"I'm going to cum, are you ready." I asked.
"HummHumph erry" Lavinia confirmed and then I was pumping her throat full of creamy cum.
She struggled but she was unable to get away, "she's choking!" Carrie squealed "quick!"
Amelia slipped the knot on the silk scarf, and Lavinia pushed away from me gagging and choking, she spat my cum into the brown bowl lying on the floor.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"No!" Lavinia wailed. "I nearly choked, you beast!"
" Lavinia," Amelia chided her, Georgina has only got a little cock, how are you going to suck a proper one?"
"I don't know!"Lavinia sobbed, tears running down her cheeks. "I don't know."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"You're not sorry, I saw that look on your face!" Carrie corrected me.
"No, alright," I agreed, "it was great until I nearly killed her!" I put a protective arm around Lavinia.
"It wasn't Greg's fault, it was yours Amelia," Lavinia said.
I gently added my other arm and cupped Lavinia's firm breasts
"Yes but you can keep practising and then move on to bigger men." Amelia insisted, "Greg's sort of a half way house."
"Well I don't want you interfering next time!" Lavinia insisted, "And you leave my breasts alone!" she snapped at me, but she made no attempt to move my arms away.
"Hey, we have a deal," Carrie announced, "He's ours plural."
"Plural's two," Amelia announced, "we're three."
"Exactly, so none of us have exclusive use." Carrie insisted.
"Don't I get a say?" I asked.
"No!" they replied in unison.
"Anyway I wanted to show how to use the scarf," Said Amelia as she pulled me away from Lavinia, "Look" she just pushed the end of the scarf down between my legs from the front, "See" she pulled it up from behind me and as she did so she pulled my Jeans up, my penis just blended into the gap between my legs as she gradually pulled.
"See," she said, "Easy."
I had to agree it was much easier than last time.
"I think you had better go" Amelia suggested almost angrily.
"Yes it's getting late!" I agreed, I took my bag and left, but instead of heading down to the entrance lobby I waited at the end of the corridor. Ten minutes passed and then Lavinia appeared, I waited until she closed Amelia's door and then I followed her.
Lavinia opened her door and before she could close it I stepped inside with her, she gasped.
"Are you all right!" I asked.
"No go away!" she squealed. and tried to shut the door, "We have an agreement!"
"I saw Amelia on her own!" I admitted.
"What!" she said.
"Amelia had me round, we sort of." Lavinia slapped me across my cheek, she was angry,
"You beast," she snapped, I could see she was fine, angry, but fine.
"You're fine I see." I agreed, holding my cheek, "I would have stayed if you had been upset."
"In your dreams." she replied.
"I'll go," I offered and when she remained silent I slipped quietly from the room.
"Georgina" I heard a voice behind me, I turned, Lavinia had called after me, "Just a minute."
"What?" I asked.
"Can I ask you something," she replied.
"Sure," I agreed,
"Inside." she added, so I returned to her room, "Can you keep a secret?" she asked.
"For you, yes of course." I agreed.
"Your thing, it's not very big is it?" she suggested.
"Well I'm sure you're well aware of that," I replied irritably.
"But some men have much bigger ones?" she asked, "In the showers after sports?"
"Sure,why." I asked.
"Quarter backs, like ten inches." she said.
"Some, why?" I asked.
"I can't take all that!" she protested, not straight away.
"Just relax more don't gag, ah, I don't know." she shook her head.
"Not there!" She said.
"What, in your bottom?" I enquired.
"No, No!, No!"
"You're surely not a virgin?" I exclaimed in amazement. She nodded.
"And you want a small practise penis?" I asked, "Before you move on to a real man?"
She nodded.
"Well fuck you!" I swore.
I was so upset, how dare she use me as a sex object, I took my bag and stormed from the room, and it was only when I was halfway back to my room that I realised I was being a total idiot.
To be Continued
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