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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
15,469
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about sex between men and boys, aged 6-16. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 11
©2010 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 11
"Of course I mean the ladies room," said Mizz Isabella.
"Uh oh."
"Don't worry, Sweeties. You'll go two at a time because girls never go to the powder room by themselves. Just remember what you've learned."
"Yeah, we gotta sit down to pee," whispered Melissa.
"And hold up our skirts," added Kaitlyn.
Bob asked, "Hey, what do we do with our pocketbooks?"
"Good question, Tiffany. When you get inside the booth, you'll see a hook on the door. That's to hold your pocketbook. Whatever you do, do not put it on the floor. And when you finish urinating, then what?"
"Then we take a piece of toilet paper and wipe off our clits," said Angelina.
"And then we wash our hands," added Kaitlyn.
"Excellent, Girls. You've learned your lessons well. Tiffany, you go with Kaitlyn. We'll wait right here." Bob held Kaitlyn's hand tight and the two of them headed off. He was trying to think of her boy's name, but couldn't remember it was Sean. He was nervous as hell going into this female no man's land. What if he saw a girl's panties? What if he saw a girl without panties? Oh shit. He felt himself springing wood again.
The whole family managed to make their pit stops unscathed, and regarded it as a major triumph! "Now, follow me, Girls. I have a special treat for you." Mizz Isabella led her four daughters to the other side on the mall and into the Make-A-Bear Store. Bob chose a white bear, stuffed it full, then attached a big red heart. Then he found a black and white dress that nearly matched his own. Each of his sisters now had a second doll to sleep with at night. Bob decided girls can never have too many dollies.
When the four families all got back to the sorority house, the mothers had all the boys gather in the living room. They oohed and aahed and giggled as each lad modeled his purchases for all his sisters. Bob didn't mind too much showing off his black and white party dress, but he turned red when he had to show them his black strapless poly cotton lycra minidress with ruched bodice and straight hem. At least it didn't have holes in the side like Angelina's, that is Ryan's. Bob felt even more ashamed when Pablo showed him the bear he had made. It had a cape and feathered hat and sword and Pablo whispered, "musketeer." For all those hours in the mall, Bob had forgotten about his two brother musketeers. He wasn't watching their backs like he promised.
Bob was about to tell Pablo he didn't know musketeers dressed like that, but just then Mizz Faith called for Juanita to show everyone her sexy outfit. Pablo put out his fist for Bob to butt, murmured "Mi nombre es Pablo," but he went ahead and changed. When he reappeared, he wasn't even wearing a dress. He had on a black stretch bustier, black thong and black stockings The underwire bustier held up his falsies, was embroidered in lace, had a dot mesh front panel that exposed his navel, and two garter straps connected it to his stockings. All the kids in the room, except Bob and Mike, started whistling and hooting. When Mizz Faith saw Pablo almost trip in his stilettos, she decided all the girls should have another walking lesson, this time in heels.
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Marcus told the girls at lunch one day they would have a dinner party that evening. He wanted them to wear their nicest party dresses, and make themselves especially attractive. He gave them the whole afternoon to prepare, and told them to be ready to enter the dining room at 8.
It took the entire afternoon to bathe, coif their hair, apply their makeup and iron their dresses. But by 7:45, there were sixteen lovely girls waiting in the living room. They complimented one another, reassured one another. Some had black cocktail dresses. Others looked like girls heading off to Church on Sunday. Bob decided to wear low heels with his black and white dress. It made him feel taller. He thought Mike and Pablo both looked quite becoming, but he didn't tell them that. They made plans to sit together for moral support. "All for one and one for all."
Alejandro came into the living room wearing a tux with a white bow tie. Several of the girls who'd slept with him began flirting. But he led them all to the dining room. When he opened the door, they were amazed. There were now six round tables in the room, draped in white linen, with a candlelit floral centerpiece glowing on each, and four or five place settings. They soon discovered the hand-lettered place cards that told each one where to sit. Of course Marcus had again split up the musketeers. Instead of Pablo and Mike, Bob found himself at a table with Evelyn and Mia. He knew both of them were no longer boys like him. Another place was marked Mizz Harriet, and the last chair was mysteriously saved for Mr. Hanover. Bob was sitting between his teacher and Evelyn. At least he didn't have to sit beside the stranger, like the other two kids.
There was soft music playing and subdued conversation at each table. Bob glanced around and saw Mike at a table with Brianna, Marcus, and an empty chair. Pablo was three tables away between Mizz Faith and someone in a backless gown.
After they'd been sitting a few minutes, Alejandro left the room to answer the door. When he came back, he was with six men in their thirties and forties, all dressed formally. He led one to each table. "Mr. Hanover, I'd like you to meet three of our loveliest girls. This is Evelyn on your left, she's 10. And Mia, she's 14, on your right. Across the table is Tiffany, 11."
"Almost 12," Bob insisted.
"That's true. And of course, you already know Mizz Harriet. Enjoy your evening, Sir."
"Oh, I'm sure I will." Hanover took his seat. He was stylishly graying and wore a petit handlebar mustache. He reminded Evelyn of the grandfather who'd given her the swiss army knife. "Now, Girls, I'm terrible with names, so you're probably going to have to keep reminding me."
"I'm Mia, Mr. Hanover," said the former Hunter.
"And I'm Evelyn," erstwhile Dominick flirted.
"I'm Bob." The other two looked at him wide eyed.
Mizz Harriet giggled, "Oh, don't mind Tiffany, Mr. Hanover, She likes to joke around." Bob felt her foot kick his ankle.
"Ha, ha, oh I love girls with a sense of humor. Tiffany, I bet at school you keep all the boys in stitches with your jokes."
"Yeah, I do." Bob said and smiled. Mia and Evelyn, however, didn't want the attention diverted toward him, and tried to lure him back.
"I like your mustache, Sir. Can I touch it, Mr. Hanover?"
"You're very handsome, Mr. Hanover."
"Oh, Girls. You're flattering me. You make me feel twenty years younger already. But 'Mr. Hanover' makes me feel old. Why don't you call me Gabe.
The staff hired to cater this meal came around to the tables with appetizers. Bob preferred the pigs in blankets to the stuffed mushrooms and buffalo wings. Mizz Harriet whispered to him to use toothpicks instead of his fingers to take the food. Gabe was telling the table about his travels to Europe. Bob had just studied Europe in school and so started asking the man about the Alps and the Coliseum and Eiffel Tower. Gabe was impressed. "You're a very intelligent young lady, Tiffany." Bob noticed that made Mia and Evelyn mad. Which of course made him happy, so he kept it up. His sisters were pissed.
Pablo glanced over and saw his fellow musketeer so engaged with the male visitor. He shook his head. He glanced at Mike who gave him a fist signal, and he felt somewhat reassured.
"So, Gabe," Bob asked. "Have you ever met a musketeer?" Mizz Harriet aimed her foot again, but Bob anticipated that and moved his leg. She kicked air.
"A musketeer, ha ha. No, Tiffany. But I think if I lived back then, I would have liked to be a musketeer."
"With a cape and a feather in your hat and a sword. I bet you would have been a handsome musketeer, Gabe. You and me could both be musketeers."
"Ha ha, you really are a funny jokester, Tiffany. A girl musketeer. That's rich, ha ha. Now, Marilyn, tell me, would you like to go to Europe also?"
"My name's Evelyn."
"I'm sorry I forgot." But Bob noticed Gabe never forgot the name Tiffany. He felt real pleased with himself.
Mia and Evelyn were able to get Gabe's ear over the soup and entree courses, because by then Bob was more interested in eating than talking. In fact, his black and white dress was getting a little tight around the middle and he wondered what girls do to loosen things up. They had strawberry tarts for dessert and Gabe made a joke about all the tarts at the table and since Mizz Harriet giggled, the others did too even though they weren't sure what the joke was.
"Girls, this was a wonderful dinner. With wonderful company. I can't remember when I enjoyed myself more. You were all so sweet to me. Tiffany, and Carolyn and Nina." Bob smirked. Even after two hours, his was the only name Gabe remembered. "Mizz Harriet, did Marcus tell these pretty young ladies about what we do now?" She shook her head.
"What do we do now, Gabe?" squeaked Evelyn.
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 11
"Of course I mean the ladies room," said Mizz Isabella.
"Uh oh."
"Don't worry, Sweeties. You'll go two at a time because girls never go to the powder room by themselves. Just remember what you've learned."
"Yeah, we gotta sit down to pee," whispered Melissa.
"And hold up our skirts," added Kaitlyn.
Bob asked, "Hey, what do we do with our pocketbooks?"
"Good question, Tiffany. When you get inside the booth, you'll see a hook on the door. That's to hold your pocketbook. Whatever you do, do not put it on the floor. And when you finish urinating, then what?"
"Then we take a piece of toilet paper and wipe off our clits," said Angelina.
"And then we wash our hands," added Kaitlyn.
"Excellent, Girls. You've learned your lessons well. Tiffany, you go with Kaitlyn. We'll wait right here." Bob held Kaitlyn's hand tight and the two of them headed off. He was trying to think of her boy's name, but couldn't remember it was Sean. He was nervous as hell going into this female no man's land. What if he saw a girl's panties? What if he saw a girl without panties? Oh shit. He felt himself springing wood again.
The whole family managed to make their pit stops unscathed, and regarded it as a major triumph! "Now, follow me, Girls. I have a special treat for you." Mizz Isabella led her four daughters to the other side on the mall and into the Make-A-Bear Store. Bob chose a white bear, stuffed it full, then attached a big red heart. Then he found a black and white dress that nearly matched his own. Each of his sisters now had a second doll to sleep with at night. Bob decided girls can never have too many dollies.
When the four families all got back to the sorority house, the mothers had all the boys gather in the living room. They oohed and aahed and giggled as each lad modeled his purchases for all his sisters. Bob didn't mind too much showing off his black and white party dress, but he turned red when he had to show them his black strapless poly cotton lycra minidress with ruched bodice and straight hem. At least it didn't have holes in the side like Angelina's, that is Ryan's. Bob felt even more ashamed when Pablo showed him the bear he had made. It had a cape and feathered hat and sword and Pablo whispered, "musketeer." For all those hours in the mall, Bob had forgotten about his two brother musketeers. He wasn't watching their backs like he promised.
Bob was about to tell Pablo he didn't know musketeers dressed like that, but just then Mizz Faith called for Juanita to show everyone her sexy outfit. Pablo put out his fist for Bob to butt, murmured "Mi nombre es Pablo," but he went ahead and changed. When he reappeared, he wasn't even wearing a dress. He had on a black stretch bustier, black thong and black stockings The underwire bustier held up his falsies, was embroidered in lace, had a dot mesh front panel that exposed his navel, and two garter straps connected it to his stockings. All the kids in the room, except Bob and Mike, started whistling and hooting. When Mizz Faith saw Pablo almost trip in his stilettos, she decided all the girls should have another walking lesson, this time in heels.
.oOo.
Marcus told the girls at lunch one day they would have a dinner party that evening. He wanted them to wear their nicest party dresses, and make themselves especially attractive. He gave them the whole afternoon to prepare, and told them to be ready to enter the dining room at 8.
It took the entire afternoon to bathe, coif their hair, apply their makeup and iron their dresses. But by 7:45, there were sixteen lovely girls waiting in the living room. They complimented one another, reassured one another. Some had black cocktail dresses. Others looked like girls heading off to Church on Sunday. Bob decided to wear low heels with his black and white dress. It made him feel taller. He thought Mike and Pablo both looked quite becoming, but he didn't tell them that. They made plans to sit together for moral support. "All for one and one for all."
Alejandro came into the living room wearing a tux with a white bow tie. Several of the girls who'd slept with him began flirting. But he led them all to the dining room. When he opened the door, they were amazed. There were now six round tables in the room, draped in white linen, with a candlelit floral centerpiece glowing on each, and four or five place settings. They soon discovered the hand-lettered place cards that told each one where to sit. Of course Marcus had again split up the musketeers. Instead of Pablo and Mike, Bob found himself at a table with Evelyn and Mia. He knew both of them were no longer boys like him. Another place was marked Mizz Harriet, and the last chair was mysteriously saved for Mr. Hanover. Bob was sitting between his teacher and Evelyn. At least he didn't have to sit beside the stranger, like the other two kids.
There was soft music playing and subdued conversation at each table. Bob glanced around and saw Mike at a table with Brianna, Marcus, and an empty chair. Pablo was three tables away between Mizz Faith and someone in a backless gown.
After they'd been sitting a few minutes, Alejandro left the room to answer the door. When he came back, he was with six men in their thirties and forties, all dressed formally. He led one to each table. "Mr. Hanover, I'd like you to meet three of our loveliest girls. This is Evelyn on your left, she's 10. And Mia, she's 14, on your right. Across the table is Tiffany, 11."
"Almost 12," Bob insisted.
"That's true. And of course, you already know Mizz Harriet. Enjoy your evening, Sir."
"Oh, I'm sure I will." Hanover took his seat. He was stylishly graying and wore a petit handlebar mustache. He reminded Evelyn of the grandfather who'd given her the swiss army knife. "Now, Girls, I'm terrible with names, so you're probably going to have to keep reminding me."
"I'm Mia, Mr. Hanover," said the former Hunter.
"And I'm Evelyn," erstwhile Dominick flirted.
"I'm Bob." The other two looked at him wide eyed.
Mizz Harriet giggled, "Oh, don't mind Tiffany, Mr. Hanover, She likes to joke around." Bob felt her foot kick his ankle.
"Ha, ha, oh I love girls with a sense of humor. Tiffany, I bet at school you keep all the boys in stitches with your jokes."
"Yeah, I do." Bob said and smiled. Mia and Evelyn, however, didn't want the attention diverted toward him, and tried to lure him back.
"I like your mustache, Sir. Can I touch it, Mr. Hanover?"
"You're very handsome, Mr. Hanover."
"Oh, Girls. You're flattering me. You make me feel twenty years younger already. But 'Mr. Hanover' makes me feel old. Why don't you call me Gabe.
The staff hired to cater this meal came around to the tables with appetizers. Bob preferred the pigs in blankets to the stuffed mushrooms and buffalo wings. Mizz Harriet whispered to him to use toothpicks instead of his fingers to take the food. Gabe was telling the table about his travels to Europe. Bob had just studied Europe in school and so started asking the man about the Alps and the Coliseum and Eiffel Tower. Gabe was impressed. "You're a very intelligent young lady, Tiffany." Bob noticed that made Mia and Evelyn mad. Which of course made him happy, so he kept it up. His sisters were pissed.
Pablo glanced over and saw his fellow musketeer so engaged with the male visitor. He shook his head. He glanced at Mike who gave him a fist signal, and he felt somewhat reassured.
"So, Gabe," Bob asked. "Have you ever met a musketeer?" Mizz Harriet aimed her foot again, but Bob anticipated that and moved his leg. She kicked air.
"A musketeer, ha ha. No, Tiffany. But I think if I lived back then, I would have liked to be a musketeer."
"With a cape and a feather in your hat and a sword. I bet you would have been a handsome musketeer, Gabe. You and me could both be musketeers."
"Ha ha, you really are a funny jokester, Tiffany. A girl musketeer. That's rich, ha ha. Now, Marilyn, tell me, would you like to go to Europe also?"
"My name's Evelyn."
"I'm sorry I forgot." But Bob noticed Gabe never forgot the name Tiffany. He felt real pleased with himself.
Mia and Evelyn were able to get Gabe's ear over the soup and entree courses, because by then Bob was more interested in eating than talking. In fact, his black and white dress was getting a little tight around the middle and he wondered what girls do to loosen things up. They had strawberry tarts for dessert and Gabe made a joke about all the tarts at the table and since Mizz Harriet giggled, the others did too even though they weren't sure what the joke was.
"Girls, this was a wonderful dinner. With wonderful company. I can't remember when I enjoyed myself more. You were all so sweet to me. Tiffany, and Carolyn and Nina." Bob smirked. Even after two hours, his was the only name Gabe remembered. "Mizz Harriet, did Marcus tell these pretty young ladies about what we do now?" She shook her head.
"What do we do now, Gabe?" squeaked Evelyn.
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.