Author: Lizard69
Title: Girlfriends
Part: Part 9
Summary: Who can save us from the people protecting us?
Keywords: Mb bg bb Fdom

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Girlfriends Part 9 (Mb bg bb Fdom) 
Lizard69



   Debbie knew she was in trouble the minute she laid eyes on him.  She
didn't have to guess twice about why Timmy was pissed.

   "I don't know if I should thank you or spank you."

   "Either one doesn't completely rule out the other.  While you're making
up your mind, are you at least honest enough to admit you got what you
wanted?"

   "You think I wanted my best friend to...?"

   "I'm sorry.  I guess I rushed things a little with you and Billy."

   "Rushed things?!  Is that what you call conning my best friend into
raping me?"

   "Yeah, I rushed things.  Not that much, and I didn't con anybody.  Can
you honestly tell me that it wouldn't have played out the same way if he
got the idea on his own?"

   "He wouldn't have.  He's my *friend*."

   "Ok, he's your friend.  He's also as horny as you are.  He knows what
you're doing with Bob, that you like it.  That's what you're really afraid
of, isn't it?  A stranger is just sex.  You're afraid that if you want
Billy to do it, he'll think you're queer."

   He started to stammer and blush so she dropped the subject.  Somehow he
didn't think he'd be able to let it go so easily.  An afternoon spent
fishing with Billy confirmed his suspicions.

   "How did it start, with your uncle?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, dad died when I was really young.  None of his side of the family
wanted to hang with mom.  She didn't have any brothers, no sisters either.
I can sort of imagine having grown up male relatives, like if I was related
to some of the guys we have for neighbors.  Ok?"

   "Yeah.  What about it?"

   "How does somebody you know like that, who knows you too, suddenly start
perving on you?

   "I'm not sure.  I started spending the first two weeks of summer
vacation there when I was in, like, third grade.  It took me less than a
week to discover his porn collection.  I don't know if he didn't catch me
looking or just wasn't ready to make a move.  Last year he caught me
jerking off.  I was like, oh shit, what now?  Before I could do more than
stammer he dropped his own pants and started jerking to the same video. 
That would have been weird enough.  Uh, it was a queer tape."

   "Oh, wow."

   "Yeah.  Well, he dug out a bottle of lube and got his dick slippery. 
When I asked if it felt better that way, instead of handing me the lube, he
started jacking me.  Next thing I know he's shoving a finger up my ass,
then two, then...  I tried to stop him.  It was too embarrassing for words
and it fuckin' *hurt*.  Afterwards I'm like, stunned.  He's acting like
what he did was...  not normal or right, but...  I mean, he didn't come
right out and say it, just acted like, 'Yeah, I fucked you, what ya gonna
do about it?', like a bully who got the best of you."

   "You didn't tell?"

   "Tell who?  If my folks picked me up right then, yeah, I would have said
something.  It was the day after they dropped me.  They didn't even call to
check on me for almost a week.  If he just left me alone for twenty minutes
I might have worked up the nerve to call the cops.  Instead, we watched a
normal movie.  At least I sat in front of the TV.  Don't ask me what it was
about.  He was waiting for me when I got ready for bed, leading me back to
his room.  I don't know how long I laid there with his arm across my chest,
listening to him snore and staring at the ceiling in the dark.  I must have
fell asleep.  The next thing I know the sun is up, my PJ pants are off and
he's sucking my cock.  When he noticed I was awake he wanted to switch.  It
was like, totally gross but he made it plain that the only way I could keep
it out of my ass was to open my mouth."

   "Sounds sort of like Bob.  He pretends I can get him off like that, then
most of the time he'll finish in my ass anyhow."

   "Uh huh, I learned that pretty quick.  I learned more than I wanted
faster than I would have believed.  Not that I would have believed anything
like that could happen to me.  By the time my folks got there to pick me up
I was cumming about half the time he did stuff and washing his meat in the
shower afterwards.  Now, most of the year he's my uncle.  There's no,
'remember when', or trying to grab ass.  My folks get so busy planning
their own vacation they don't notice how much I'm *not* looking forward to
being dumped out in the sticks.  Even if they did, they'd think it was last
minute stress from the final week of school.  I don't really try to talk
them out of it.  It's like they're single again for those two weeks.  This
is gonna sound warped but I'm not sure finding out what he's doing would be
enough to make them give up their private time."

   "You gotta' be kidding!"

   "Uh-uh.  They're not like your mom.  If they walked in on it, they'd do
something.  If they found out by seeing pictures or a video, they might
just pretend not to know.  Like, if I'm not upset enough to call the cops,
whatever he's doing can't be *that* bad.  I mean, if I really didn't want
it I'd have said *something*.  Even before they picked me up, sooner or
later he'd get careless, give me a chance to get away.  Like you and Bob."

   "What do you mean?"

   "When you first found out what Bob wanted, you had to play along or take
a chance on not making it home.  But it really started before that, didn't
it?  Were you lying when you told him about wanting to be the girl?  I
don't mean you were thinking about it when he drove up.  You didn't get
into his van the first time intending to do anything.  Was it that big a
surprise to find out he was going to make you do it?"

   "I was scared sick, totally embarrassed, at least I was then.  Compared
to some of the stuff I did since...  When he gave me the chance to walk
away I was so relieved I thought I was going to pass out."

   "So why'd you get back in the van?"

   "This is gonna sound dumb.  Once I started trying to make sure he would
let me go afterwards, I sort of stopped thinking about trying to get away.
Like, I'm walking away and thinking, how far do I have to go for him to be
sure he couldn't catch me?  This lady was working in her flower bed.  She
looked up and I smiled at her.  She smiled back.  I could have talked to
her, asked to use her phone, whatever.  Instead I turned around and started
back to the van, wondering what else I could do to convince him I'll never
tell.  I was already locked into what I was doing so tight the idea that I
could keep walking and not have to do it went right past me."

   "What about the other part of it?  I don't get off on being my uncles
bitch.  The first few times were pretty rough.  Now, I can do it, even cum
sometimes, but it's not my thing.  My uncle thinks it isn't gay as long as
you pitch instead of catch.  I'd rather be with a girl but when I get horny
enough..."

   "A hole is a hole?."

   "Yeah, well, say the word and it won't happen again.  I'm not going to
give you a rough time over it either way."

   "It's weird, like I'm supposed to hate it, supposed to be mad at you for
doing it."

   "But you're not?"

   "It's all messed up.  I'm not queer.  At least I don't think so.  I
don't know any queers, except for Harold and he's mom's friend not mine. 
I'm not gonna fall in love with a guy.  Anyway, it doesn't feel evil, it's
a different sort of wrong, like a barking cat.  Maybe that's part of the
thrill, why it's so hot to have some pervo *make* me do stuff.  I guess if
thinking about it gets me horny it isn't fair to be mad at anybody doing
it."

   "I'm glad you aren't mad at me.  Uh, I'm starting to get some idea of
what my uncle gets out of it.

   "Oh?"

   "It's like, something extra.  I mean, he's still my uncle.  We still do
all the stuff we did when that's all he was.  After he started fucking me
though, even when we're doing other stuff it's there, sort of in the
background.  Like, I could make you do it right here, right now."

   "It would be crazy stupid.  Lots of people walk along the river."

   "Yeah, but you'd do it.  Like the game has changed and that's one of the
new rules.  There's something else to think about."

   "What?"

   "Remember what you said about how it compares to jacking off?

   "Yeah, so?"

   "I don't have to jack off now.  I still want a girl of my own but until
I find one, you're it."

   "Gimme a break!  I won't be able to walk by the end of the week!"

   Billy snickered.  "I'll bet Debbie said damn near the same thing.  Did
it slow you down any?"

   "Some...  maybe...  but it's not the same.  A girls muffin is built to
take it."

   "Ok, I'll do it like Bob or my uncle, let you use your hands and mouth
to get me close then finish in your ass.  Maybe you can get Debbie to help.
She looks so hot in a crop top and shorts I'm half way there by the time
she walks up to say hi."

   "No kidding.  She might.  Uh, she likes to hear about it.  But...  So
far she's the only girl who found out that didn't ask me to let her watch.
I don't want to mess that up."

   Timmy was still nervous but every minute that passed was that much
closer to the next stranger wandering past.  The only thing he could
imagine worse than getting caught would be knowing he could have been done
and gone.  As soon as he could put some bushes between them and the
riverbank, he dropped to his knees and threw a lip lock on his friends
cock. Billy could talk about fucking like an old guy but when it came to
actually doing anything he popped his load as fast as any other horny kid.
Things got pretty quiet as they started walking home.

   "Hey?  Uh?  I'm sorry."

   "Stop it!  Look, I don't see Bob that much anymore since he got fired at
the kennel.  When I was hanging out with him, it wasn't like, rape rape
rape all the time I was there.  Mostly it was normal, talking guy stuff,
tossing a Frisbee, going fishing, like that.  Sure, he could make me, "be a
girl", whenever he wanted.  There was always a little bit of that sort of
echoing in the background.  Knowing exactly *what* kind of girl I would
have to be was scary and embarrassing enough I really didn't want to spend
to much time thinking about it.  Not all the "new rules" are for me.  You
can make me do it.  I'll let you get away with it, but stop acting like I
had a choice.  Ok?"

   "Uh, ok."

   Not too much later Debbie kissed him then giggled and asked, "Do I taste
cock?".  She busted out laughing at his reaction.

   "No, Billy didn't call me while you were on the way over.  You told me
what happened the last time you went fishing.  If he's half as horny as you
are he wouldn't miss a chance."

   "Yeah, well, you were the one that told him to quit asking."

   It was Debbie's turn to blush.  "I, uh, sort of have a confession to
make, about that.  It's not exactly what I was trying to tell him.  I was a
little early and we were talking while we waited for you.  He wasn't
hitting on me.  He's not the kind of guy who'd try to steal your girl.  He
wanted advice on how to get a girls pants off.  I told him you had more
practice being that kind of girl and maybe he should be more like Bob and
less worried about asking."

   "More like Bob, huh?  Does that include telling Billy I had to cum while
he did it?"

   "Uh...  Oh God, you're gonna totally hate me!  The creep who did me was
always pestering me to play with myself while he did it.  When I asked my
counselor about it later, she told me it was almost a standard thing with
perverts.  The kids are less likely to tell if they have an orgasm. 
They're afraid people will think they wanted it.  She, uh, she said it's
even worse for boys.  He can see if you're hard, watch you squirt.  If he
makes you do it enough, it can get to be like that thing where a doctor
whacks your knee."

   "A reflex?"

   "Yeah, only instead of making your leg jump, making your dick squirt."

   "You want me to be like that?  To cum anytime some creep makes me do
stuff?"

   "Not exactly.  The big thrill for me is the same thing that gets you so
hot, a straight man being horny enough that he'll do it to a boy if he
can't find a girl.  I *love* that my crazy horny boyfriend thinks being
forced by a creep is better than no sex at all.  I want you to cum when
you're being a girl for some perv, now that I know you like being used that
way."

   "It's all so messed up.  I've been afraid everybody would find out I was
some kind of weirdo since that day at the bus stop, when you told us that
creeps sometimes do it to boys."

   "When you were already stiff thinking about him doing it to me?  Then
stayed hard imagining yourself in my place?"

   "Don't you think that's pretty sick?"

   "Completely twisted, just like some of the stuff I did with the creep
that was using me.  It was enough to make me want to be your girlfriend. 
The stuff I learned later just locked it up.  I soak my panties thinking
about you getting with some guy, knowing he's going to make you do it.  The
idea of him on you, in you, not caring if he's fucking a girl or boy gets
me so damn hot.  I like being your girlfriend.  You're smart and fun to be
with.  You understand what I'm really like and you want to hang with me
anyway."

   By the time he made it home Timmy wasn't exactly worn out.  For the
moment sex wasn't at the top of his list.  It didn't even bother him much
when his mom flashed him *that* smile from across the dinner table.

   "I'd guess you've found ways to keep yourself occupied.  Relax, I'm not
going to tease you about it.  This is as good a time as any to let you know
I'm in the process of setting up something special.  Today is Wednesday. 
I'm not going to order you to remain celibate until Saturday afternoon. 
Why should I give you an excuse to jack yourself silly?  I want to offer
you the opportunity to abstain.  What I have in mind will probably be more
satisfying if you're somewhat frustrated when we begin."

   That night, waiting to nod off, he slipped his hand inside his sleeping
shorts and indifferently fondled his penis.  "opportunity to abstain", huh?
He didn't particularly need or even want another orgasm today.  While it
wouldn't be too hard to hold off for a couple days, by the weekend he'd be
horny as a two peckered goat.  Is that what she wanted?  Or was she
expecting him to keep popping his nuts until whatever she was planning
wasn't any more than the cherry on top of a sex sundae?  Trying to figure
out his moms plan just so he could do the opposite was stupid.  What did
*he* want?

   Three days later he still wasn't sure but it was the longest dry stretch
since Bob had asked him not to while he made up his mind about being an
"alternate girl".  Thinking about how *that* turned out would have
overwhelmed the last of his willpower, if his mom hadn't been waiting when
he got home from his job at the kennel.

   "Hi hon, wash off the dog smell and meet me downstairs.  Don't bother
getting dressed.  I have some clothes for you to try on."

   Shortly, he came down the stairs toweling his hair, wearing nothing but
briefs.

   "The stockings might be a little tricky.  Put your thumbs inside and use
your fingers to bunch them until you get down to the toe.  The shoes aren't
exactly, 'fuck me', pumps but the heels are too high to look right with
knee socks.  You'll have less chance of falling off of them if they're a
little on the tight side.  You won't be walking far and if they hurt your
feet it might take your mind off of other things."

   She picked up something between a long jacket and a light coat.  When he
tried it on it the bottom edge didn't even drop to mid thigh.

   "Perfect!  Give it to me for a minute.A"

   Spreading it open on the couch, she picked up what looked like a
mini-skirt for a chubby girl.

   "This was a normal skirt.  I trimmed off the waistband even with the
bottom of the side zipper and hemmed the upper edge.  Then I added Velcro
to match the strips I stitched into the lining of the coat."

   After closing the coat around the skirt she started the zipper and used
a safety pin to keep it from going any lower.  Holding it open, she let him
step into it and slip his arms into the sleeves.  He now appeared to be
wearing the coat over a normal knee length skirt.  Zipped all the way up it
would cover any blouse with a low neckline.

   "We still need something on top.  Back in the old days people tried to
minimize on laundry.  Men often wore collarless shirts with a combined
collar and shirt front called a dickey.  Maybe I can do something like a
turtleneck with enough fabric to fill the gap later.  For now you can wear
a scarf or choker, maybe something leather if you want to look punk.  Wait
here."

   She returned in a few minutes with a sheer scarf that matched the shade
of the thigh highs fairly well.  Billy was startled to see she also had her
own coat and handbag.

   "MOM!  I can't go anywhere like this!"

   "Don't be silly.  You're more dressed than some girls on the street. 
Besides, we're late.  The others will be there already."

   "Others?  What others?  Where are we going?"

   "Not too far.  I'll explain in the car."
   
End Part 9