I Enjoy Being a Girl By Lisa and Sharon - Sex Stories

I Enjoy Being a Girl By Lisa and Sharon

... round and voluptuous? Was there ever a mons as inviting to male adoration? Probably yes. But certainly Angie's luscious body ranked in there among the best! Still slowly oscillating her luscious body, Angie slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down her long luscious legs to the point where they could continue their southward migration on their own. Angie stepped out of the panties leaving them in the middle of the puddle created by her red dress and continued to study her now totally naked form in the mirror. God her body was delicious! Pert brown nipples stood firmly erect atop her firm round breasts. Her aureola capped her firm luscious breasts with pert dark circles enticing one's lips to seal over them and suck. Her smooth soft abdomen tapered gracefully to her pussy capped by soft wiry girl fur. Totally content in her desirability as a woman and her utter sexual appeal, Angie sauntered into her bathroom for a long hot shower. With a final posturing and display in front of the bathroom mirror, Angie stepped into the shower and let the hot spurting water play over her breasts. As the water pounded against her scalp, Angie cupped her full ripe breasts in her hands. It wasn't so long ago that these heavy breasts were nothing but hard little bumps under her nipples with little else to proclaim their future glory. It was about that time that Angie first learned the power of her femaleness. She was just on the threshold of adolescence, ...

... her future glorious breasts announcing themselves as uncomfortably hard nubbins beneath her nipples. Though her delta was still baby soft and smooth, occasionally twinges of sexual tension would ripple through her virgin folds. It was on a warm summer Saturday afternoon when she had observed Billy and Johnny, her two best play- mates in the world, disappear into a crudely construct- ed 'clubhouse' in Billy's backyard. Four other boys were with them. Angie approached the door of the structure only to be rebuffed by Steve, the oldest of the boys. "You can't play here!" he announced. "You have to have a cock to play here! This is the Cock Club!" "And," he added, "You don't have one!" Angie's Aunt Jane discovered Angie sobbing in her room. After a bit of calming and soothing, Aunt Jane managed to uncover the basis of Angie's distress through her sobs. "Oh darling," Aunt Jane said. "I know it is little comfort to you right now when you feel hurt and rejected, but know that in a very short time those cocks that those boys consider oh so important right now will be far less important than something that YOU have!" Angie sniffled and wiped away a tear and looked up at her Aunt Jane. "What's that?" she sniffled. "Honey," Aunt Jane began. "You know that little girls are made differently from little boys. Especially down between their legs. And when little boys are little, they think that the little extra thing dangling down there makes them special and important. But in a few years, as ...