" Smirking I looked up tohim, "Okay now lets start the Story about the MCO!"A few minutes later he was finally relaxing while I told him the story.Whe... I was finished with my story, he had a hard time, he was laughing sohard that he had to hold his belly, I was giggling and even Susan had tosmile.Still smiling he said, "Wow that's a story. I like how you got themgood."With an devilish smile on my face, "You bet!" Then bursting out inanother giggle."Hah, Okay. So how are you holding up yourself?. Here I was setting challenges that put the girls at risk but I was constantly thinking of just how severe that risk was and doing my best to minimise it whilst still making things entertaining. I'm sure it would be easier if I just gave out dares and then stood around to watch the consequences, but I'm not that type of boy.I suppose our town is like most towns these days, its old centre has lost all of its large stores and consists of small shops catering to specific needs alongside places of. I remember almostfainting tat first night at the show, the other transvestites (rememberthis was 1978 and that is what we were called) and even more so what welearned were all the men, the tranny chasers we learned they were called.Needless to say Cindy and I quickly became regulars and went almost everySaturday night. By this time Cindy and I were more than just friends butwe soon started taking advantage of the availability of fresh meat beforeus at Golddiggers. The more experienced girls. His left hand is placed on my left hip and I feel something whichseems huge at my entrance. His right hand finds my right hip and I feel thepressure at my hole increase. I can't help it, I whimper but whether it'sfrom fright or anticipation or both I know not. Steadily the pressure increases,he's not violent but I know he won't stop until he is in my bowels. The achefrom the stretching of my muscle ring is intense, my hands clench and unclenchand I rise to my toes for some reason known to no.