Church of Monday Night Football

First thing Betty was going to do to me was shave me. I was too far committed to complain. I'm not very hairy. She waxed my chest, back and arms to remove the sparse hair there. My legs she did with a straight razor. Now she was at my dick. She asked Gus if I was going to have my pubic hair shaved. He said that was up to me. I figured I changing enough. Besides, I would have to explain to the girl I was going with now about my body hair being gone.
I said no to the shaved look. Betty did trim me a bit, to neaten me up. Then she said she loved smooth balls, and she shaved those with her straight razor. Betty's hand holding my cock, as the blade touched my balls, my dick didn't know if it should go hard or soft. Betty put some lotion on. It was cool and tingly without feeling burning.
Then she started kissing my balls.
"Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Gooood. I love smooth balls. I bet your girlfriend will to." 

Betty sucking my balls has made my dick decide to go hard.

"For being such a good boy while I shaved you, Betty's going to give you a little treat. Would you like some man made pussy."

Yes, I would.

I went down on Betty. I wanted a close look. There was a hole, just like a real pussy. Betty was shaved, but her slit looked like a woman's slit. I started licking. Betty didn't get wet and she didn't have a clit. I licked the lips. She liked that.
"Come on, fuck me. All my old penis nerves are now on the inside."
She put some lube on and I slid my cock into her pussy. It was like fucking a woman.
Hell, in Betty's mind she was a woman. Who am I to argue? The only thing I was sorry about was I would have like to have known Betty when she still had the cock.
Like Gus, I would have been glad to have helped her earn the money for her surgery.

Fun time was over. Now it was work. Betty dressed me up. She put on a wig and make up. Then I got to see the results of her work. I couldn't believe it. What I saw in the mirror was a good looking chick.
Gus was right, I could pass. I guess I was ready to go suck some cock.

"You ain't going anywhere," Betty said. "We are just starting. I got to teach you how to walk and move like a woman." That was the plan. The weekend was to learn and Monday Night was the big test.
Betty and Gus worked with me the rest of the evening. There were lots of breaks when I got to suck Gus off and have him come in my mouth. His was the first come I ever swallowed, except my own once. There were threeways, bi threeways were I fucked Betty between her tits while I sucked Gus, or he fucked Betty in the ass while I fucked him.
The finale, Gus lifted up my skirt, took off my panties and went down on me. He gave my cock only a casual sucking, then went to my balls, and then went a lower to lick the pucker of my asshole.
Then Gus made love to me. It was a first time. Not the cock in my ass, although that was also a first.
I had gotten to know Gus, thrust and respect him. This was the first time a man every made love to me.

All day Saturday we worked. Sunday afternoon Gus said goodbye. I wouldn't see him again until I was Wendy and I went to the hotel room where he and his buddies were going to watch Monday Night Football on the big screen. Gus paid Betty a grand, for her work and the clothes and things she was going to do to me.

Monday, the big day. I go to Betty's first. She shaved me so there wouldn't be a hint of five o'clock shadow. She put on the fake tits, right on my skin. When she is done they look like real titties. When Gus's friends look down my blouse, they'll believe.
While the adhesive dries Betty does my makeup. Then I get dressed. She puts me in a pair of tight jeans. On top is a lacy bra for my fake titties, and simple white blouse and denim jacket. The wig is a short page cut.
"You're going to be giving blow jobs. These men ain't going to want to see a lot of long hair hanging down. They want to see you suck."
Betty fixes the wig so it won't come off. I could be lifted up by the hair and Betty guarantees the wig won't come off.
Betty is worth the money. She does little things like put tape on my back so it will tug if I forget and clomp about like a man. A pair of Easy Spirit Pumps, modified by Betty to remind me how to walk.
We practice my voice one more time. I raise the range and produce a convincing girl's voice. It is much better than the falsetto I first used Thursday when Betty started my training. But I planned on not doing a lot of talking.
Last thing, my jeans and panties are around my knees. Betty puts my cock between my legs and then covers everything with a fake Kotex. It's hollowed out and gives me an explanation in case a wandering hand discovers a bulge.
I step back and forth in front of the full length mirror. I can't believe it's me. I could go for a woman who looked as good as me. I loved it. My ass, it was so round and back, somehow different because I was Wendy.
The skin that showed between the waist of the jeans and bottom of the blouse whenever I bent or leaned was such a great touch. I loved what I saw. Not because I was now a woman, but because men would love me and want to put their cock into me.

PART 4 - ARE YOU READY?

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL?

ARE YOU READY FOR A BLOWJOB?

Wendy had better be ready cause she was here to suck cock.
Wendy was me, and I was going to the hotel room to see Gus, a guy I met at Eden's Adult Book Store where we sucked each other's cocks.

Gus would be there with at least six other men, maybe eight. Every Monday Night Game this year they paid for a woman to come to their gathering and give blow jobs. The men were not happy with the results of using prostitutes. So Gus, who is the kind of guy who does things right, found me.
Because I like sucking cocks. And I know how to suck a cock better than any hooker, because I have one, tucked between my legs, under a fake Kotex.
Gus took me to a woman who is an expert at dressing men so they look like women. I could pass, better looking then many real women. I had the feeling that I had better pass to, because Gus's friends were straight and they though they were getting a woman.

There were nine guys in the hotel room. Gus and all eight of his associates, the entire group.
"Gentlemen, this is Wendy. Wendy, these are my friends, The Church of Monday Night Football," Gus said to the assembly.
I got lots of pleased to meet you and I answered in a timid quiet voice.

"They're all here, all eight of your buddies," I said to Gus when I got him aside.

"Yeah, when they found out you aren't a hooker, the two guys who weren't going to make it canceled their plans."
Gus had told them that Wendy is a friend he knows who like to suck cocks. That's true. They all believed Wendy was some wild and kinky young chick, kind of flaky, who didn't know the sexual revolution was over and AIDS won.
Wendy was a nice spacey girl, like something out to the sixties, only she was in her middle twenties.

"Wendy, we would like you to have these," said the oldest member of the group, a man in his sixties, at least, but distinguished looking. He handed me a check, made out to a charity. Every man had a check made to charity.
The older man spoke. He was a little embarrassed.
"Wendy, we been paying for our fun before this. I understand that you're not that kind of girl."
His comment gave me a quiver of fear. I hoped he was referring to me not being a working girl.
"I think, we all think, it's real great that you... Um, you're doing this because you like doing it.
"But Gus said, and we all agreed, that it wouldn't be right for us to take advantage of you. So please take the money to do something good."

I wasn't angry about the payment. There was the relief that his 'not that kind of girl' comment meant something else. And the money was not for me but for a good cause.
Besides, the price being offered made me proud of Wendy. Each check was for $200. I was worth $1800 for the evening. I must be a pretty damn good call girl to make that much for an evenings work.
It worked out for the group too. They didn't have to explain about where $200 went to, and they could write it off on their taxes.

The music started on the big screen TV. Hank Jr. made his famous cry.

"ARE YOU READY"

Here goes, I said to myself.
I sat on the floor next to Gus's feet. The promo was played, Al Michaels and John Madden spoke their bit. The guys were all watching the screen. I looked at Gus but he was fixated on the screen too.
No one wanted me. The kick-off, everyone settled into watching football. I was going to make the first move and go down on Gus. I reached for his cock.
But a hand touched my shoulder. The eldest member of the group indicated that he wanted me to sit next to him.
This was it.

I followed the gentleman over to his chair. He dropped his pants and sat down. I was kneeling between his spread legs. I helped him put the rubber on and bent down and took his cock into my mouth. I played small and meek. I usually sucked cock vigorously, but Wendy was dainty. A small amount of cock was going into her mouth, but on every head bob, it went deeper and deeper.

"Good gracious, she's swallowed the my entire cock."
I looked up at him, smiled at the older gentleman, letting him look at me, with his cock in my pretty made up face. I was pleased with myself.
I felt the reservoir fill with his come and he started going soft.

As soon as my first cock was done, someone was touching my shoulder. I went to a new seat. 
I sat next to this one, leaning sideways, sucking more and more of his cock into my mouth until once again my lips were around the root.
I didn't get a 'good gracious' from this guy. I realize that his hand is on the bare skin gap between my jeans and blouse. His fingers are under the waist of the jeans. I'm about to stop him and pull his hand out, but he stops when he touches my panties. He rubs the material with thumb and forefinger as I suck his cock.
I looked up and his eyes were glued to the screen.
Different cocks, different blow jobs.