Ray to Rachel Part 7
Ray to Rachel Part 7
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note:
_A boy's fascination with panties leads him down a path he never intended, aided by an understanding relative. This story was inspired by my online friend Rachel Quinn, who also contributed many of the plot elements. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction!
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T he next morning Aunt Mazzie told me that I should try to get my yard work done by lunch time. After that I could clean up and be Rachel, and we'd go to the mall.
I worked extra hard to get everything done but didn't quite finish by lunch time. Aunt Mazzie reviewed what I'd done and said it was enough for today – I could finish tomorrow.
Aunt Mazzie laid out a pretty blue dress for me, and I showered, eager to put it on. I got dressed and went upstairs to have lunch. Aunt Mazzie would do my makeup later and promised to teach me how to do my own soon.
At lunch Aunt Mazzie asked how I was doing with the vibrator, and I told her I had no problem slipping it in and loved how it felt, but it was a little messy.
"When we get home I'll teach you how to douche, so you can be nice and clean inside. That's especially important for when boys enter you. I'd heard of douches before but didn't know anything about them, except it was something girls did.
We went to the mall and walked around awhile. I practiced smiling at the boys we saw and enjoyed the way the smiled back. So far, Mark was not among them. I told Aunt Mazzie that I had to pee, and she asked if I felt comfortable going to the lady's room on my own, and I did. It was really special being able to go into the lady's room on my own – I made me feel more grown-up and confident.
After successfully using the lady's room I returned to Aunt Mazzie and we continued our walk. Then I spotted Mark, with three other guys. Aunt Mazzie told me to go say hello, so I walked over, especially nervous. Did Mark tell his friends about me – that I was really a boy? I hoped not.
As I approached Mark called out, and left his friends to meet me. He briefly kissed me on the lips, and it felt wonderful.
"I want you to meet my friends," he said, "I told them all about you."
"ALL about me?" I asked in shock.
"I didn't tell them our little secret," he assured me, "And they can never know – that's just between us – right?"
I nodded in agreement as we went to meet his friends.
Aunt Mazzie watched from a distance as I met Mark's friends.
After introducing me, Mark asked, "Could I take you out on a date?"
"I don't know," I said, "I've never been on a date – I'll have to ask my aunt.
"Well could I have your phone number at least?" he asked, and I gave it to him. He promised to call me later tonight.
Now that Mark knew how to contact me, I felt hopeful, and returned to Aunt Mazzie.
"How did it go?" she asked.
"Pretty good I guess," I said, "He wanted to take me out on a date."
"I'm not sure you're ready for that," she said.
"I told him I'd have to ask you," I said, "But gave him my phone number."
"That's good," she said, "Now please take this very seriously – you have to make sure nobody else knows your secret."
"Mark is the only one," I said, "And I think it's safe with him – he doesn't want others to know either.
"That's smart of him," she said, "If others knew they might pick on him for being gay, but it would be worse for you."
"How so?" I asked.
"It can be pretty bad," she said, "Some girls like you get picked on, some beaten up, and some killed."
"Just for pretending to be a girl?" I asked in disbelief.
"Sad but true," Aunt Mazzie assured me, "So you need to be very careful – you can have the time of your life – as long as you keep it secret."
We returned home and Aunt Mazzie took me into the bathroom and got out a red bag, that she said was an enema bag.
"Women douche by squirting water, or a cleansing rinse, in their vagina so they can be clean," Aunt Mazzie explained, "Since you don't have a vagina, we'll squirt warm water up your ass and then you expel, making yourself nice and clean."
It was a very strange feeling when the warm water went gushing into me. My belly swelled and I cramped a few times, but Aunt Mazzie stopped the flow and massaged my belly until it passed, then she started the flow again.
She told me the entire bag held two quarts, and I should take all that I could, but at least half.
Once I was full, I held it for about ten minutes and then sat on the toilet to expel. Aunt Mazzie left me and told me to shower afterward and then come to her bedroom before getting dressed, and to bring my vibrator.
Expelling was messy, splashing on my cheeks. When I was done, I wiped up as well as I could, but was definitely ready for a shower.
I dried off, got my vibrator and went to Aunt Mazzie's bedroom.
"Now this is important," Aunt Mazzie began, "You have to wait at least an hour from when you finish expelling before you have any anal play."
She explained that any water not expelled could be a real mess, so if I wait an hour it will absorb, and I'd be ready for an enjoyable time. Meanwhile, she taught me how to go down on her. I was eager to learn, but didn't like it as much as blowing Mark, but I was glad to do something nice for my wonderful aunt.
I discovered that women could climax multiple times, and I made her cum three times before she said that was enough. By that time an hour had passed and she told me to get on my hands and knees.
Aunt Mazzie put lube on my hole and slipped a finger in. She moved it in and out, and then inserted a second finger. She began to wiggle them, and I was quickly aroused. Then she pulled out and slipped the lubed vibrator into me and worked it in and out while stroking my cock. She flipped the switch on and the vibration made me cum quickly. Aunt Mazzie was prepared this time and I shot my load onto a towel she had placed on the bed.
"I know it's a lot of work to douche," she said, "But you only need to do it when you expect anal play. That may not happen for a while with Mark, especially if he's content with blowjobs, but make sure you have time to douche before you let him slip into you!"
Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn for the inspiration for this story and much of the plot.
To be continued . . .
Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)