Cary's Women Pt. 02

As Eliana starts college, a new character, Tom/Tomi, is added and becomes part of Cary's household full of beautiful freeuse women. This story includes incest, and hetero, lesbian and transgender sex. All are over 18.

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"Eliana, ooh, deeper, cielo, más, oh, más," she cried as my tongue dipped in and out of her velvety hole, my hands gripping the soft pillows of her bottom. I sipped the juices flowing from her, ignoring my own desperate need, as I lovingly cared for the woman who was also my mother.

"Turn over, Mama. I want your bottom now."

She quickly obeyed. "Oh, my sweet daughter, I'm going to miss this when you're gone."

"Mama, I'm only going to school during the day, so you can save it for when I get home," I said, pulling the plug from her rear hole and setting it aside. "You know I'll be wetting my panties thinking about you during my boring lectures."

"That's my pretty one," she cooed as my tongue slipped into her already gaping hole and my fingers reached between her legs to find her swollen jewell.

"Anyway, I know Carmen's always hot for you, and Cary is too. You'll probably be too worn out for me when I get home."

"Oh, hija, I always want that lovely wet pussy of yours," she said, panting now. I knew her rhythms well and could tell she was climbing toward her peak as her juices soaked my fingers and her butt tightened around my tongue. Almost on cue, she shook and moaned loudly as her climax poured out of her. My fingers worked both of her holes as she rode the waves of pleasure, then collapsed on her belly, breathless.

I kissed and stroked her hair as she slowly came back to herself, while my body longed to be taken by her.

We kissed more, and then she watched me with a smile as I reached for the strap-on sitting on the nightstand. I handed it to her, lay back, and spread my legs wide. Never taking her eyes off me, she put it on, tucked one end neatly between the petals of her most intimate place, settled between my legs, and entered me. It was pure pleasure watching her slide in and out of me, her large breasts bouncing and swaying to the rhythm of our joining.

"You're going to miss this, aren't you, mi corazón?"

"Oh yes, Mama," I mumbled, gasping out the words often heard from the three women in this house, "Qué rico, qué rico, qué rico!"

As she moved in me, I found my swollen pearl and rubbed it hard, aching for more and more pleasure. I didn't want this to end, but I craved sweet release. I wanted my body to light up the way only Mila, my beautiful, sexy mama, could make it do.

"My bottom, Mama, in my bottom now."

"Yes, I know how much you like that," she said as I turned onto my knees, and she gently pulled the plug from between my mounds. I watched her put it in her mouth and suck it--something she always did. So sexy, so naughty.

"Put it in deep, Mom. I want to feel it."

"Oh, sí, you're going to feel it," she promised, sliding it in all the way until I felt her pressing against my bottom.

Once again, we were joined--mother and daughter--as she picked up speed, and I used my fingers to play with myself. As she moved in me, my body heated up, with bursts of pleasure radiating from my ass and pussy. I moaned as she rode me, and she moaned too, the short end inside her driving her to another orgasm.

The waves of pleasure grew in me, then grew more, until they crested and broke, and the flood poured out. Mom didn't stop, chasing her own ecstasy again until she cried out. As I shook under her, I felt the spray of her release run down my bottom.

We lay there, panting and glowing, arms wrapped around each other, lips pressed together, gazing into the wonder of each other's eyes.

Then came a knock at our bedroom door, and Carmen's voice: "Chicas, Señor Cary has come home."

"Gracias, Carmen, we're coming."

Shaky-legged, we held each other as we stumbled to the shower and prepared to greet my last day before starting college.

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We emerged from the bedroom in normal clothes, not the slutwear we preferred--like braless tops and jeans with the bottoms cut out, showing the jeweled head of a plug between our cheeks. From morning till noon, the outside help was here--cleaning women, cook, and gardeners. We generally behaved ourselves in front of them. If a desperate need arose, we couldn't satisfy ourselves just anywhere. We had to retreat to a bedroom, lock the door, and draw the blinds. The help might have speculated about seeing us three women and Cary disappear into a bedroom and lock the door, but they never saw what we did in private.

We couldn't find Cary or Carmen anywhere in the house, so we figured they were in his bedroom. We hung out in the kitchen, chatting with Maria as she cooked, waiting for them to emerge. About thirty minutes later, Carmen wandered in wearing one of his robes.

"He wants coffee and a bagel," she told Maria. It took only a minute to prepare, and Mom and I volunteered to take it to him.

We knew he probably wanted us in bed, even though he had likely just had Carmen. He always built up a lot of need for us while he was away, and we were eager for him as well.

It wasn't as if we hadn't seen him during that time. Each evening, after a long day of meetings, we'd all get in front of our cams and monitors to talk, watching each other masturbate ourselves or he'd watch us play with each other. It was nice, though not nearly as satisfying as the feeling of his cock in us.

When he was away on his trips, Mom and I spent a lot of time banging each other. Although I loved sex with Cary and Carmen, Mom was still my favorite. With her it was more than sex, it was reuniting with her body, the body that made me. It was comforting, as well as being incredibly hot.

And, I have to admit, I'm a breast girl, and Mom's were magnificent. Sometimes I would lay my head on her lap and suck them as they hung down over my lips. I was her baby again, except that often during these times she would reach down and finger me until I shook with pleasure, making another wet spot that the cleaning ladies would have to deal with.

He smiled at us when we walked in, clearly delighted to be back from his five-day trip.

"Carmen told me you two weren't up yet, so she kept me company," he said. "You know, she seems gentle, even innocent on the surface, but in bed, she's a little tiger."

"Yeah, we know," I said, with Mom laughing in agreement.

"If she ever gets loose from here," he continued, "she'll be a handful for some guy."

"Or some woman," I quipped.

"Well, yeah, them too. So, while Carmen keeps an eye on things, why don't you ladies keep me company?"

"Of course," Mom said, peeling off her clothes as I locked the door, stripped naked, and joined them in the bed.

"How are you feeling about starting college tomorrow?" he asked me with genuine interest.

"I'm excited, especially for the class you're teaching. Can I sit in the front row and flash you?"

"No, of course not. I'm a serious teacher, and I can't spend the whole period avoiding looking up your skirt or down your blouse. Please be kind and sit a few rows back." I pouted a little but agreed.

"And thanks for the wedding bands," I said, admiring the beautiful rings on the third finger of my left hand. "Do you think this will stop guys from hitting on me all day?"

"It'll help a little, I guess," he replied. "But you're a magnet for guys, so Jasper will take you there and pick you up for a while, pretending to be your husband. He's a nice, gentle guy, but also a professional actor. You'll wander around campus together, getting into some PDA, and he'll be made up with a face to make you seem like some drug lord's wife. If that doesn't work, I might get another guy to hit on you so Jasper can pretend to beat him up and show the others what happens if they start bothering you."

"We've been practicing kissing, so it looks like we really love each other," I said.

"That's good. He has a husband, but the husband knows it's just an acting job."

By this time, Cary had finished eating and was feeling aroused. We kissed and played with each other for a while, and then he said, "Which one of you wants to fuck me?" He went to a drawer and pulled out a wicked-looking strap-on.

"That's me," I said. "Mom already did me this morning."

"Well, kiss me then, and don't let me take another of these trips unless you all go with me."

I gave him a huge kiss and cried, "On your knees now, you bad boy. I need to punish you for going away so long. I'm going to give you such a fucking and spanking."

"Yes, ma'am, give it to me 'cause I've been so bad. Give me your big cock."

I crouched over Cary's rear and spread his cheeks, which were beautifully white and smooth. Cary was a regular at the salon, and his cock, balls, and bottom were always perfectly smooth.

I admired the sweet circle between his mounds as I spread them apart. Then I shoved my tongue in as far as I could. We girls made love to his bottom often, and he knew how to relax it for us. Sometimes we only had to lick his hole to let our cocks in.

I licked and fingered his hole while Mom strapped my dick on. Once he was wet and loosened up, I tested his rear for penetration and found him tight, probably from the trip's tension. I grabbed the lube and oiled him up. He was still tight, but now I entered him easily, though he grunted softly as I hit bottom.

"You OK, my darling?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, fuck me, El, fuck me. I need this."

Smiling, I went to work on him. I could feel the tension draining from his body as I took him harder and harder. Mom moved to the head of the bed and slipped under him, her pussy cradling his face. He rubbed his face into her hole, painting it with her juices.

Slap, slap, slap--I smacked his right butt cheek hard. It left a red palm print on his white skin. He moaned, and as I moved inside him, he kept moaning. Then I smacked his left cheek, making him moan louder.

My cock had a knob on my end that rubbed against my button as I banged him. This, plus the excitement of making love to his bottom, sent waves of pleasure through me. Each thrust brought me closer to release, and soon I was moaning along with him.

"I'm coming," he cried. "Ooh yes, fuck me, don't stop." I bent to hold his cock and felt him spurting out with my every thrust. I stroked it, and his seed poured out as he bucked and moaned under me. This triggered my own release, and I moved faster to take all the pleasure I could from him.

Then I pulled out and lay by his side, exhausted, feeling I could sleep until noon.

"Welcome home, Cary," I said.

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Jasper picked me up at six the next morning to take me to the university. The campus was only half an hour away, and my first class wasn't until noon, but we wanted to wander around, holding hands and acting like newlyweds. Jasper, six-three and muscular, wore a beat-up black leather jacket and jeans. An expert with makeup, he sported a realistic three-inch scar on his left cheek and a five-day-old beard. He was dressed to intimidate, which thrilled me a little and made me forget he was gentle and very gay.

We got coffee at the student center and sat holding hands, kissing, and appearing to have eyes only for each other. Hundreds of people passed through, and most seemed to stare at us.

"Are they buying it?" I asked Jasper, giggling.

"Oh yes, honey," he said. "When this little girl puts on a show, I make them believe."

I laughed, hearing this big, tough-looking man call himself a little girl. "This is going to be fun," I said to myself. We planned to repeat this for the first week, figuring it would get the word out not to pester me. If any guys came sniffing around later, Jasper the thug could reappear.

After coffee, we walked hand-in-hand across campus until my class started. We stood by the classroom door, whispering and kissing, and at nine sharp, with a final kiss, we said goodbye, and he left.

I sat next to a young woman who smiled and said, "You two were acting like newlyweds."

"We are. We got back from our honeymoon two days ago," I said, flashing my big diamond at her.

Right after lunch, I walked into Professor Cary Andrews' Introduction to Software Engineering class. I picked a seat midway back, and on my left was a handsome young man named Tom. As the class went on, I decided he wasn't handsome so much as pretty, with a slim figure, beautiful shoulder-length hair in a ponytail, and a delicate face with big brown eyes.

We were the same age, and during a break, we chatted. I liked him. After class, I suggested coffee, and though he seemed surprised, he agreed. So, we became friends--my first one at school. The next week, when it was time to choose lab partners, we picked each other.

We hung out between classes and studied together in the library. After several weeks, I confided that I wasn't married to Jasper, that I was in a committed relationship with an older man, and that Jasper was just helping me keep the college guys and women from bothering me.

"But you're telling me about it," he said, puzzled.

"I know, but you understand my situation, and I trust you to be my friend and not try to hit on me."

A few weeks later, we were talking, and he opened up about his past relationships, describing them as ambiguous as he explored who he was and wanted to be. He'd dated and slept with both men and women, sharing stories about his first girlfriend and boyfriend. I listened, sympathetic to what he seemed to want in a partner.

"It's nice you can talk openly about your relationships and what you want," I said. "Not like most guys I've known. Don't take this wrong, but it's a little like talking to a girlfriend."

"My therapist says I lean heavily to my feminine side," he replied.

"It's nice," I said.

I didn't say much about my true situation, letting him believe it was as straightforward as I'd made it sound. As for his situation, I didn't care who he slept with--I just liked him.

One day, he asked if he could see me on the weekend.

"I'd really like that, Tom, but you know I'm with someone. We live together, and when he's not out of town, we want to be with each other." I said this gently, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

He seemed a little hurt, like maybe he'd thought he had a chance with me. So I said, "But when he's out of town, it would probably be fine to get together, as friends. You could visit the house, meet my mom and my friend Carmen."

"You all live there?"

"Oh yeah, it's a big place."

I was quiet for a while, lost in my thoughts. Then I said, "If I tell you something, will you swear never to repeat it?"

"What is it?"

"Swear! I mean really swear and mean it."

"OK, I swear," he said, unsure what he was agreeing to.

I wanted to tell him because I liked and trusted him and needed to talk. First, I revealed I was with Professor Andrews. That shocked him--Cary had treated me like any other student in class.

Then I said I lived with him in a huge house, and that my mom, Carmen, and I were paid to have sex with him on demand. The three of us women also regularly had sex with each other.

He was stunned, unable to speak, but then blurted, "That's so unbelievably sexy. I'll never get those images out of my head. You know, I've had a thing for Professor Andrews all semester."

We fell quiet. Then I said, "So, see, I can't go out with you, but you could still visit--meet my mom and all, hang out with us."

"That'd be nice," he said. "I'd really like to meet them."

"You can come next Saturday if you want. Cary won't be there, but you can meet Mom and Carmen."

He took a long time absorbing the idea but finally said, "OK."

"And remember," I said, "you can't tell anybody about us. I mean, nobody. Swear!"

"I swear, I promise. This is a dead secret."

"OK, and bring a swimsuit," I added.

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Saturday, just before lunch, Tom arrived via Uber. I'd told everyone about him, what I'd revealed, and how I'd made him promise. They all agreed that it was fine.

Carmen opened the door, wearing a relatively conservative bikini. "Hola, I'm Carmen. You're Tom?" He nodded, said hello, and let her lead him to the patio where Mom and I sat. Our bikinis provided more coverage than usual.

"Hi, Tom," I said, gesturing. "This is my mom, Mila. Did Carmen introduce herself?"

"She did," he answered, smiling at Mom.

"Hello, Mila," he said.

"Hello, Tom," she replied. "We're in our suits. Why don't you put yours on?"

"I'll show you the bathroom," I said and led him there. He returned soon wearing tight shorts that outlined a nice-sized cock and the beginnings of an erection. I smiled at that.

Carmen brought wine, and I carried out the lunch Maria had prepared before she left for the day. We sat under the big umbrella over the patio table with delicious food and one of Cary's really good wines. Tom chatted with Mom a lot about school and what he thought of Cary as a teacher. He seemed entranced by her--a beautiful woman talking to him in a kind, motherly way that put him at ease.

After eating, we sat sipping our drinks for a while, talking, and Tom seemed happy. Suddenly, Carmen asked, "Do you mind if I take this off?" as she reached for the string of her bikini top.

"Uh... uh... no," he said, a little bewildered.

"Like I said, Tom, we spend a lot of time here naked," I reminded him.

"Yeah, you said," he replied, watching Carmen, now topless, pour more wine.

"But don't tease him with your boobs," Mom said. "Don't be mean."

"We won't," I said, undoing my own top and letting it drop to the ground.

Then I turned to Mom. "Mama?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

Mila nodded, undid her top, and her breasts popped out. Tom stared at all three of us, mouth half-open.

"Are you sure you're comfortable with us like this, Tom?" Mom asked.

"Uh... yeah, I guess. It's just... you're all so beautiful, I can't help staring. I don't want to seem like a perv, but..."

"That's OK, Tom, you can look," I said, striking little modeling poses. "You'll get used to it. We'll keep our bottoms on, right, Carmen, Mom?" They nodded solemnly, then laughed.

I could see he had a full erection now. "And we can stare at your erection," I said with a laugh. He blushed, and Mom added, "It's OK, we like erections around here."

I decided to ease the pressure on him. "Let's swim," I said, pulling him up and leading him to the pool. We had fun playing like children, pretending to be otters, while Carmen and Mom watched and talked.

Later, back at the table, Mom said to Tom, "You're so cute. Eliana says you've been with men. I don't want to embarrass you, but I bet you'd look great dressed as a girl."

Shocked, I said, "Mom, you're embarrassing him."

She blushed. "Sorry, too much wine."

"Don't be sorry," Tom said. "It's not the first time someone's said that."

"Have you ever done it?" I asked, now curious.

"A few times, with an old boyfriend. It wasn't great--we didn't know hair or makeup."

"We know hair and makeup," Mom said, and I shot her another look.

"Sorry, wine," she laughed again.

I didn't think she was drunk. She seemed to want him dressed as a woman.

"Yeah, the few times I tried, I hoped to look pretty but couldn't pull it off," he said. "I'd love to look sexy like you three."

"Anyway, I couldn't figure out boobs either--just stuffed socks in my sister's bra. Pathetic."

Mom smiled. "We have a closet full of boobs."

"Huh?"

I looked at him, nodding in agreement with Mom. "She's not kidding," I said. "Want to see?"

"Sure," he replied, looking befuddled but curious.

"Oh yes, good idea," Mom said.

We led Tom to the "sex toy closet." Amid an astounding array of toys, I opened a drawer with dozens of silicone breast forms--various shapes, sizes, and colors--plus adhesive and solvent.

Mom held a pair matching my skin tone to his chest--DDs.

"Kind of big, Mom," I said.

We tried others, settling on full C-cups. They looked real as he held them up in the mirror, smiling. I imagined him flashing them in a low-cut dress at a club.

"These are perfect," he said, and we nodded in agreement.

"Want to try them on?" Mom asked.

"You mean put these on and dress like a girl?"

"Yeah," she replied, smiling encouragingly.

He hesitated, stuck between wanting it and being embarrassed to want it. "Are you guys messing with me?" he asked, then looked at me. "What do you think, Eliana?"

"You should do it," I said, hugging him. "I'm sure you want to, and I think you'll look beautiful. I'm serious. Your body, your face, your nice plump butt--everything is so pretty."

"OK, I'm in your hands. But please don't make me look ridiculous."

"That'd be impossible," Mom said. "Just relax, and we'll take care of you. We promise."

I led him to the bathroom. "First, you need to shave."

I grabbed a pink razor, got in the shower with him, and worked on his legs, which had only light hair, so it was quick. Then I did his back and chest--not much there either. I pulled down his shorts, revealing a huge erection.

Tom gasped with surprise. "Wha... what?"

"It's OK, Tom. Girls need to be smooth all over."

"Uh, OK."

"Do you want to take care of that before I go on? I don't mind, but maybe it's driving you a little crazy."

"You mean masturbate in front of you?"

"Sure, why not? Listen, I'll do myself while you do your cock," I said, pushing my bikini panties down.

He gaped at me, astonished to see me reveal myself to him so casually. Then he nodded, and we watched each other play with ourselves. His cock needed a good shave, but I still liked it--a little over six inches and pretty. His eyes were glued to my pussy as I shoved my fingers inside while rubbing my clit. Soon, he spilled himself on the shower floor. Once I started, I couldn't stop, and by the time I peaked, with juices dripping down my leg, he was hard again.

I watched him finish a second time, saying, "That's so hot. I'd love that in my mouth, but, you know, I'm with Cary."

When he had spilled himself a second time on the shower floor, I took hold of his dick, soaped it up, and shaved it--carefully doing his cock, balls, little pucker, and the rest of his pubic area.

I smiled up at him as I worked. "You're lucky we don't have wax."

"You're so pretty now," I said when I was done. "Now you have a beautiful boy clitty in front and a boy pussy in back."

I texted Mom when I finished, and while he was putting his shorts back on, she arrived with a comb and scissors. "We're cleaning up that mop," she said, pointing to his hair.

He looked concerned, but I reassured him, "Don't worry, Mom cuts my hair all the time."

He seemed bewildered by everything happening, like he'd lost control. Beautiful women have that power over men, to get them to do something they would never consider doing themselves--and here were three of us, all still topless, determined to make him our project. It was easier for him to let us than to resist.

He closed his eyes, and we watched his cock harden again as Mom worked.

When she put down her brush and scissors, I whispered softly in his ear, "You're done."

He opened his eyes and looked in the mirror I held. The cut was cute and feminine. "I can't believe my hair could do this," he said, a little awed. I gave him a hand mirror to see the back. After checking it from every angle, he smiled at us.

"Will it always look like this? Can I change it when I dress as a boy?"

Mom nodded, then mischievously said, "Maybe you won't want to dress like a boy anymore."

As he pondered that, I sat him at my makeup table and softened his nose, enlarged and colored his eyes and lips, accentuated his cheekbones, and smoothed his skin. He tried to follow what I was doing, but I knew I'd have to show him several times if he wanted to do it himself.

When we finished, he was transformed-- pretty and slightly exotic.

"I love this," he whispered. "I'm pretty."

"More than pretty," Mom said. "You're beautiful and sexy."

Mom led him into the bathroom, applied adhesive to the breast forms, and centered them over his nipples. "Hold them there a while," she said, leaving as he admired himself, now herself, in the mirror.

Mom returned, pulled down his shorts, and had her step into pink panties, then slipped a bra over her new breasts, followed by thigh-high stockings.

We went back to the bedroom, where skirts, tops, and dresses lay on the bed. The three of us debated quietly, settling on a short, patterned skirt and a tight violet t-shirt. The skirt showed her semi-erect cock's bulge, so we made her tuck it away in the bathroom.

We were delighted, and Mom announced we'd take her to dinner.

She stared in the mirror, admiring herself and looking pretty hot. She felt her breasts, squeezed them, seeming to love them as part of her now. We all admired her too.

"This is amazing," she said. "I'm a girl, a pretty girl."

"You're a beautiful girl," I said, hugging her.

I wore heels to go out, but Tom--now Tomi--wore flats, so I towered over her. Her girl name was Tomi, with an "i," because it was a simple change and fit her slightly exotic look.

"Time to go, girls," Mom said.

We went to a quiet nearby restaurant. I suggested a place with dancing, but no one, including Tomi, thought she was ready. Even here, we four women drew stares. All three of us gave her lessons on sitting, walking, talking, and eating like a girl.

An attractive man passed our table, smiling at Tomi, and she smiled back. We all caught him staring at her later.

"Look at you, Tomi. Four of us sitting here, and that cute guy is into you. I bet you could get laid."

Tomi blushed deeply. "He is good-looking," she said, "but what happens when he finds that something extra in my panties?" The way she said it was funny, and we all laughed, though it was a serious question.

I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. "I don't want him thinking you're available," I giggled.

After dinner, we drove her home. We all kissed her, and she snuck into her studio apartment with her boy clothes in a bag.

After we got home, I called her. "Hi, are you OK? Did we make you crazy? Mom thinks we went too far."

"It was a little crazy," she said, "but I liked it. Glad you called."

"What are you doing? I'll bet you're admiring yourself in the mirror."

"How'd you know?"

"It's what I'd do," I giggled.

"Are you going to play with yourself now?" I asked with another giggle.

"Are you reading my mind, Eliana?"

"No, but it's what I'd be doing. In fact, it's what I am doing now," I admitted, rubbing myself, thinking about the day. It got me hot, remembering taking Tom and turning him into the sexy Tomi.

"Are you doing it too?" I asked, breathing heavily now.

"Yeah. This is so hot."

We talked quietly for another half hour, then said goodnight. I asked if Tomi would be at school Monday.

"No, not yet. It'd be fun, but I'm not ready."

The next day, we talked again. She said, "I slept in my panties and bra, loving the weight on my chest and my smooth legs. Then this morning, I opened the bag and found extra panties, two thongs, makeup, and a baby doll nightie. Eliana, you're so sweet. I tried on the nightie and loved it. I'm going to wear it tonight."

"That's so cool, Tomi. Listen, you probably need more girly stuff, and I'm not doing anything but homework. Why don't I pick you up, and we can go to the mall?"

"I'd love that," she said. "But I need to do my makeup, and I can't remember half of what you did yesterday. Do you mind helping me when you come?"

"Of course not, Tomi. I love doing makeup."

Half an hour later, I was at her apartment. She didn't have a makeup table, so we stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her wearing only underwear, and me guiding and explaining everything. It took way longer than if I'd done it myself, but it was fun helping her, laughing together when she made mistakes.

On the way to the mall, she picked up several hundred dollars from the ATM, not wanting to use a credit card with the name Tom.

We hit the mall hard--skirts, tops, a cocktail dress, heels, a bikini, more makeup, fake nails, perfume, toiletries, hair products. Not a fortune, but she had to tap the ATM again.

Lunch was sandwiches and coffee, then more shopping, always looking for deals to fill out her wardrobe.

"You know, El, nobody at all looked at me like I wasn't a girl," she said. "We used the bathroom together and everything."

"Of course not. They're too busy seeing how hot you are. I mean, I know about you, and I'm not seeing a guy--not even a little."

At 3, I dropped her off with a quick kiss and a promise to see her later, then drove home, smiling as I remembered how happy she looked.

Tom and I met after class later that week. I was disappointed to see her as Tom again, but I figured it was only a matter of time before Tomi reappeared--and when she did, I believed she'd stay.

"We had so much fun," I said. "When will we see Tomi?"

"I'm not sure," she said. "I love Tomi, but I don't know how to make it work. I can go out as her sometimes, but except with you guys, I wouldn't be comfortable."

"Well, yeah, I see. Anyway, why don't you visit us for dinner Saturday. Cary will be there, and he's dying to meet Tomi."

"You told him about me?"

"Yeah, I had to, and he's very cool with it."

"Well, I guess, yeah, I'll come."

"Now here's the thing, though. We live a certain way--and maybe you wouldn't like it if Cary bent me over the table mid-dinner to do me in the ass."

"He does that?"

I nodded, smiling. "Yeah... and I like it."

I could see her trying to picture Professor Andrews and me. I think the reality of my life shocked her, but it also turned her on. "I wouldn't mind seeing that," she said.

"You wouldn't be weirded out?"

"I'd be a little jealous," she said, holding my hand, "but it'd be OK."

"Hmmm," I said thoughtfully. "What makes you more jealous, him screwing me, or him not screwing you?"

She blushed fiercely at this. "Both, I think."

"OK, then, be there around six on Saturday."

"When you come, get cleaned up first."

"What do you mean?"

"Remove the hair from your boy pussy and boy clitty."

"Oh. OK."

"Is that OK? You can go to our spa. Waxing's best, though it hurts."

"Will you come with me?"

"OK, I'll hold your hand. Mom did that for my first wax."

I pictured myself holding Tomi's hand while someone worked on her dick, and it made my panties a little damp.

I booked an appointment for next Saturday morning. She was sore afterward, but the look was great--much better than I had done in the shower with her.

That evening, Tomi took an Uber to Cary's wearing a black mid-thigh cocktail dress, the bodice hiding her breast form edges. We all kissed her.

Cary kissed her lips as she looked up at him, unsure, and smiling shyly.

We followed Cary to the patio, all except Carmen, who was organizing dinner. "Well, Tomi, Eliana says you were in my class, pretending to be a boy," Cary grinned.

"Yes, Professor--Cary--but I really was a boy then," she replied nervously.

"The girls think you like being a woman. I don't recall a boy like you, but I'd never forget Tomi."

She blushed, gulping wine. She immediately seemed to be attracted to him. When she was Tom, she said to me that he was good-looking, but didn't give any indication that she was attracted. As Tomi, her attraction was obvious, and it seemed the woman in her was now free to feel what she felt.

Cary, Tomi, and I chatted about school while Mom listened, sipping wine, when Carmen came out of the house to say dinner was on the table.

We all strolled into the house and sat down. Cary asked Tomi to sit between him and me, with Mom and Carmen across from us.

Cary and Tomi mainly talked to each other, with me adding to the conversation from time to time.

"You pull off being a beautiful woman very well, Tomi," he said. "How long have you been doing it?"

"Just a couple of weeks," she said, "though it feels longer."

"You'll keep doing it? You seem comfortable in a woman's skin."

Tomi wore thigh-high nylons; and while they talked, Cary casually placed his hand on her bare thigh above the nylons. As I watched, she looked down at his hand and seemed to like it.

"I-I-I think so, maybe. I don't know," she said nervously. "It feels good--looking and feeling sexy. I don't feel this as a boy."

"Do you like boys or girls?"

"Both. I've slept with both."

His right hand stayed on her thigh as he stroked her hair with his left.

"Can I kiss you again, Tomi? I'd really like to."

She smiled and edged closer to him, nodding and looking up at him. Cary's lips met hers as she seemed to melt into him, holding his cheek with her hand as she moved her other hand to his thigh. They pulled apart, looked into each other's eyes, and kissed again as Tomi felt for his dick, squeezing it hard, then stroking it.

They continued making out as we watched, wondering what would happen. Then Cary said, "Would you like to suck my cock?"

She smiled shyly. "Yes, I'd like that."

Cary pushed back his chair, and Tomi knelt before him as the three of us watched avidly. She undid his pants, pulled them down, then his shorts. His seven-inch shaft stood up. She kissed the head, removed his shoes, and pulled his pants off.

Looking into his eyes, she took his dick as far as she could, sucking, licking, stroking, and caressing his balls. Without my noticing, Mama had gotten naked and sat next to Cary to kiss him and give him her breasts. Carmen and I took the cue, undressed, and moved to join them.

After a time, he stood, cock rigid, and pulled her up with him, kissing her as he undressed her, all except the bra. She then pulled off his shirt. When they were bare to each other, they embraced fiercely, both with their hands squeezing each other's asses hard.

Then Cary led Tomi to the couch. "Can I make love to you now?"

Tomi happily nodded yes and spread her legs for him. He knelt before her, took her deep in his mouth, then down his throat, sucking until she flooded his mouth with cream.

He grabbed lube, pushed her back, lubed her boy pussy, then his dick. Kneeling, he entered her slowly, holding her hips, which were wide for a young man. Her dick was semi-hard, and he took it and stroked it. As he took her, she looked into his eyes, and I saw adoration in them. She'd been taken by men before, but this was different--it was willing submission. Cary plainly desired her, and Tomi reveled in being the object of that desire.

As he pounded her, another orgasm shook her, and cum flowed from her dick onto her belly as he pushed even harder. In Cary's eyes, I could see a look of ownership of this lovely young woman, and looking at Tomi, I could see she wanted to be owned and worshiped like the statue of a goddess.

I sat beside her now and kissed her deeply, then gave her my nipple to suck. Mom and Carmen were playing with each other while watching avidly and knowing that soon they too would have this perfect young being.

Then, with a kind of roar, like a bull, he spent himself in her, the final act to claim her as his own. As his seed pulsed into her, she orgasmed again, and then all was quiet for a time.

He sat next to her, kissing and stroking her hair, while I took her semi-hard cock in my mouth, fingering myself.

That night, Tomi slept between Cary and me. I woke her early in the morning, caressing her dick, and we kissed while she fingered my kitty and sucked my breasts.

"Make love to me," I whispered.

"What about Cary? Will he be OK with it?"

"Of course," I whispered sweetly. "I asked him before bed."

We made love tenderly, kissing, petting--like lesbians, not man and woman. She entered me gently, merging with me. After a long while, Cary woke, watching us just as she emptied herself into me.

In the morning, he asked Tomi to live with us, but only if she got real breasts and lived as a woman permanently. "Can I keep my cock?" she asked hopefully. We all screamed "yes," and Cary pretended to argue but finally agreed--he wanted it too. She stayed with us that day and said "yes" that evening.

Cary pulled strings with a doctor, and a month later, she had full C-cup implants. She was truly one of his girls--transformed, reborn.

Her name legally became Tomi Dianna--after her grandmother--sex female--all of which was updated in school records.

At a big school, it went unnoticed. Public affection between Tomi and me removed us from the hetero dating pool, reducing unwanted male attention, although females were drawn to us like moths.

At home, after class assignments were done (Cary insisted we both be "A" students), we performed our duties. Like me, Tomi was there to satisfy the sexual needs of Cary and the rest of us. Cary loved her ass and dick, and Tomi loved submitting--feminine, joyful--with his cock driving her to multiple orgasms. She also adored her breasts--loved them being sucked, fucked by Cary--and loved being called beautiful.

Cary was in charge, and Tomi wanted to submit to his thick cock. Her pleasure was his pleasure. But while he was dominant, he was kind, needing our bodies for ecstasy but also needing our trust and love.

He also sometimes needed Tomi's dick in his ass--for times he wanted to let go of being in charge. Strap-ons were great, especially the big ones, and he loved having us girls bang him, putting him in his place, proving he wasn't really the dominant he thought he was. But it wasn't the same as a real cock. He craved the feeling of her cum spilling in him and oozing out.

Tomi didn't really make love to Cary like a man--but more like a mother. Her cock comforted him. Sometimes she gave him an anal orgasm, but usually, she'd finish him with hand or mouth, or he'd do it himself. Often, he just wanted her hard cock moving gently in him. Sometimes it would relax him so much he'd fall asleep with it still in his ass as Tomi kissed him, cradled him in her arms, and watched over him.

This was our life--Cary and the four of us, his women.